#He isn't dumb or ignorant after all...he just prefers not to get involved thanks to what happened to him and such

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✧ @void-multimuse ✧ — ( ↪     𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 , 𝑰'𝑴 𝑨 𝑭𝑬𝑾 - ᶰᵒ ᶠᵃᵐᶤˡʸ ˒ ᵗᵒᵒ . 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑎𝑚 𝑖? ) sorry , i've got ... i've got a lot of work to do . [From NG!MK ^^]

"Oh, I won't keep you long."

It would be foolish if he wasn't aware of what went on in the city, didn't matter that he rarely venture into it. Preferring to keep hidden away in his hideout and away from the suffering — it helped ease his mind, if only a little bit. He didn't want to see the horrors that had come to pass. Having witnessed it enough in his opinion, bleeding over and over for a world that kept marching towards destruction. He hated that he ignored it BUT it had destroyed not just him but someone close to him. Turning away from it like that man had to save what little of himself was left now, so what if it was selfish?

He was definitely curious about this young man. Enough to keep a watchful eye on his whereabouts and activities. Smuggling water and other supplies was not something that was uncommon — a few struggling to help those ailing from hardship. You would be stupid not to know about it. Having turned down several who had tried to use him like an enforcer to shutdown such affairs when it effected them. Sure, he was no saint by any means and the jobs he did take were not for the faint of heart BUT even he wasn't about to get involved in such things. Let them fuck with those in charge, he would neither help nor hinder either side.

"Just a small word of caution — "

" — you better be prepared for the hardships that come with messing around with those who are in charge, you might be young BUT they will not care nor will it stop them. You AND your friend will not receive any mercy."

Almost disturbingly quick his wrist flicks and the little metal conductor's wand he carried around flies over and past the young man's shoulder. Piercing straight through the forehead of a large hulking monster of a yaoguai behind him — the being falling backwards and into a heap. The metal rod floating back into his hands before the masked monkey stands, stretching out his arms and scratching his neck with it.

"Watch your back or they ripe it out before you know it."

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Rhys w a small reader with a big mouth?

Little Girl, Big Mouth

Rhys with a mouthy reader headcanons

Warnings - implied smut, reader could be seen as trashy but Rhys loves it

A/n - This anon actually came from an IRL friend. She texted me about it, and I had her clarify if she meant a gossip or big mouth as in a girl who is prone to talking shit and fighting. It was talking shit and fighting, so thanks, Sammie 💕💕

Ps- I will figure out what your username is 👀 but you're very sweet for doing this the way the rest of my followers do instead of just texting me first😭

You aren't a doormat. He refuses to let you be seen as one. Even if that means you get into a verbal argument here and there.

Those verbal arguments have gotten physical.

My baby daddy always tells me not to write a check he can't cash (if you don't know what that means, it means don't start a fight that he can't finsh.) You don't have that problem with Rhysand.

If you stand, mouth firing off insults as someone else is, he will stand too. Ride or die, he won't let you fight without him.

And that is if the man isn’t already behind you, warning the male standing over you without even having to speak that if he lays a hand on you or speaks out of line, he will be finding out why Rhysand is proud to be half illyrian.

You do know time and place, but if someone insults your male, your family, or your court first, all bets are off.

Your mouth is equal opportunity. High fae, lower, male, female, high lord? You don't care. All bets are off the table with you. No one is safe.

Beron? Constantly roasting him. Asking him if beating his wife helps him feel like a real male. Keir? Verbally torn apart. How pathetic he must be to think he has some pull when he lost out on being high lord.

Hell, illyrian males aren't even safe from you. Not when three immediately are behind you the second they feel your mood change.

And it isn't that you can't fight. You are well trained and can more than hold your own. He just prefers you let him.

He's only held you back once. It was from Amren, and he hardly caught you in time before you jumped on her.

Cassian was disappointed. He wanted to watch two tiny females wrestle it out. He said it would be better if pretty lacy outfits were involved, but he was ready to settle for you in your dress and Amren in her two piece outfit.

Rhys did not stop you, nor Amren, from tackling Cassian for that comment.

He will throw you over his shoulder, ignoring you as you scream for him to put you down while still running your mouth as you're carried out of the room. But only if family is involved.

Mother knows they are no exception. You all get on each other's nerves from time to time. Besides Azriel. You could never fight Azriel.

Rhys loves it. He loves how spicy you are. He loves how much fight and sass you have. He loves how it's always to people who are mean.

He does love fighting for you as well. Sometimes, he asks you to pick fights when it's someone he has been itching to get his hands on.

He rewards you throughly when you oblige him.

"Where's that big mouth now, darling?" While your back is arched off the bed, and your mind is just a haze. "Thought you had so much to say earlier."

He loves making his girl with so much to say and so many opinions go dumb for him.

He loves it when all you can think to say is his name and barely thrown together words.

He loves putting your mouth to other uses if you start in on him, too.

He'd keep you tucked under his desk for hours, putting your mouth towards something actually useful if you two fight.

And that's rare. Your opinions are normally shared and mutual. It's why you two work. Otherwise, you would be constantly at each other's throats with how vocally dominant you both like to be.

Overall, he'd change nothing about how sassy you can be. He loves you as is. Even if it means you bandaging his hands after a trip to Illyria.

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Him and His Aftershave Hit like a Drug - Dean Winchester Imagine (Supernatural)

Title: Him and His Aftershave Hit like a Drug

Pairing: Dean Winchester X Reader

Based On: erase me

Word Count: 1,204 words

Warning(s): making out, mentions of sex

Summary: (Based in the earlier seasons) (Y/n) felt dumb the moment they decided that a rebound would be a good idea. Luckily, they don't end up feeling completely alone when an old friend shows up.

Author's Note: Not gonna lie, this is probably the most suggestive thing I've ever written.

Part of my Lizzy McAlpine writing challenge. Find the masterlist here!

Hey! I did a rewrite of the ending of Supernatural. It took a really long time to complete, so it would mean a lot to me if you check it out. Here’s a link! (it’s on my personal account)

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I felt like a complete idiot the moment that I stepped into the bar.

Not only was I completely overdressed for the small-town dive bar, but I also had badly misjudged the entire environment of the bar. I think my brain got a little ahead of itself when it was imagining what this would all be like.

After a rough ending to a relationship, one of my friends suggested I go out and look for something "fun". I would've originally shrugged it off. I typically prefer wallowing in self-pity from the comfort of my couch instead of in a bar full of people. Still, she persisted, not stopping the pushing until I agreed to give it a shot.

So, here I was. Giving it a shot.

I had hoped for a calm-ish night of just trying to spot a person at the bar and then just going from there.

Nothing could ever be that easy.

I walked in wearing a nice outfit to a bar that was not meant for calm in any way shape or form. I walked in at maybe seven and there was an alarming amount of people that were already shitfaced. I ignored their drunken yelling, singing, and spitting on the floor as I hopped onto one of the barstools and grinned at the bartender.

"This does not look like your scene," he commented as soon as I sat down.

"Nice to know I'm obvious," I replied with a shrug. I didn't hate the energy here. I was just hoping for something different.

He chuckled, "What can I get you?"

I rattled off a drink and tried to look like I was comfortable there.

It was not easy.

It was a new situation, and I was thrown into the deep end alone.

I had resigned to staring at my untouched drink and not even attempting to talk with anyone.

"(Y/n)," I turned around to see Dean Winchester standing a few steps away from me. "Hey."

"Oh, thank God," I said with a laugh as I stood up and hugged him. "How are you? I haven't seen you in ages."

"It's been good... busy," he replied. I knew very well that he wasn't going to go into any kind of detail, so I didn't push for more. "What about you? You don't seem to be in your... normal environment."

"I really just stick out like a sore thumb, don't I," I chuckled as I sat back on my seat. He acted like he was considering the idea; tilting his head from side to side and shrugging. I punched his shoulder. "You're an ass."

"Sorry," he held his hands up. He pulled himself into the seat next to me. "You didn't answer my question."

I sighed and looked at my drink for a moment. I tried to blink away any tears that wanted to form, "I... I got dumped."

"Oh," he muttered. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine," I shook my head and waved it off. "My friends pushed me to try to have some fun... so here I am. Trying."

"Do you not want to be here," he asked.

"Better than hiding at my place," I replied simply. "Isolating isn't healthy."

"You're just isolating in public, (Y/n)," Dean pointed out. "You're hiding over here."

I just shrugged.

"Well, I refuse to let you drink alone," Dean promised, slapping the bar once. "It always looks less sad when two people are involved."

I let out a chuckled and nodded, "Thank you."

"Don't mention it," he said as he spared me a smile before waving at the bartender.

--time skip--

It all seemed like a great idea.

Just a night spent drinking with a friend. It was going to be great. Far better than my original plan.

Or so I thought.

It turns out that I didn't need to be tipsy to make stupid decisions. I just needed to be sad and have someone listen to my ranting and rambling.

There had been a dip in the conversation where I was just kind of staring at Dean. I think in any context other than this, I would've looked like an absolute creep.

"You alright," Dean asked after a moment.

I just leaned over and pressed my lips to his. He froze for a moment but then moved to touch my waist with one hand.

I blacked out any memory that could've been formed between the end of our kiss and walking up to Dean's motel room.

I didn't even think to question where Sam was, I just knew he was gone.

I was just happy to let Dean kiss me as long as I got some kind of affection. Just something other than the isolation that I had been dealing with for these last few weeks.

I was able to ignore any thoughts that could've stopped me.

For a while.

As Dean set me on the motel bed, a switch seemed to be flipped. My brain suddenly was overwhelmed by guilt and 'what ifs' and every other intrusive thought that could have occurred. Every question about this and my ex and what's going to happen in the future. I couldn't do this.

Dean started kissing my jaw just as I felt tears in my eyes.

I started hitting his shoulder frantically, suddenly feeling like I was suffocating in my thoughts.

"Wait, wait," I said as I shoved at his shoulder a little harder.

He leaned back, sitting back on his knees so I had enough room to sit up. I curled up by his headboard, refusing to look up from my knees.

"Are you okay," he asked.

I put a hand over my mouth, hoping to cover the sob that wanted to come out.

"Hey, hey," Dean scooted forward but didn't touch me. "Did I do something wrong?"

I lifted my head but still didn't look at him. I shook my head. It wasn't his fault that I felt like this. My brain was being an asshole and I knew that much.

"Do you want me to drive you home," he asked. I shook my head again. I couldn't be alone. Not anymore. "Okay. Do you want to talk about it?"

Again, no.

"Want me to stay?"

I nodded for the first time.

"Okay," he replied. He shifted so he was sitting next to me. "Whatever you need, I'm here."

I didn't respond or move, but I hoped that he knew that I appreciated him.

After a few minutes, he slowly reached over and held my hand. A silent reminder that he was there. I responded by leaning my head on his shoulder.

The silence and the comfort slowly started to calm my thoughts. Not all of them, but enough for me to start falling asleep on his shoulder. This wasn't going to be easy. I knew that from the start. I knew that I was going to get dragged through pain.

I never thought that I'd have someone by my side through it. My friends were great, but they all just wanted me to move on.

Dean was the first one to make me feel like it was okay to be stuck. As long as I was trying.

He made me want to try.

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I've seen so many requests for the brothers reacting to a really pretty or drop dead gorgeous MC, but can I request HC for the brothers + Simeon reacting to an MC that could be described as looking similar to ugly Betty? Like first impressions and what changes after they get to know them? MC isn't insecure about their looks or themselves, they're indifferent to how they look and don't see why others would care so much about what they look like when they don't care about it themselves

The ugly Betty is literally my style and I love it soooo much, I tried so hard for the longest time to find my own style and when I did I was so happy. When I was in high school I was talking to some friends and I described my style to them as "Ugly Betty meets dark academia" (since HS I have refined to look so it's actually pretty solid now) and in like a year later when a friend turned into a bully she got some of her new friends and her boyfriends' friends to harass me by calling me ugly Betty, its not something that bothered me or that I took too much to heart but it was annoying 🙄 anyway... I digress

I've loved reading what you've written, I have literally spent my afternoon reading over your writing and I'm like 🥺💕

Hi! I absolutely love your idea and I think it will be really encouraging for many people out there. Thank you for leaving the request and here we go!

P.S. Turned out to be a long-read - sorry! :D

Lucifer

“Well, I wouldn’t expect much of a human anyway”.

Can’t help but looks at you with disdain (”Why are humans so pathetic?”)

Despite that, really takes control over his feelings. You are a guest, after all, and Diavolo wants you to be taken care of.

Snaps at his brothers if they try to act in an inappropriate way.

Just hopes you will survive this year.

Admires your confidence though.

Turning point: sees you not running away when facing some creepy demon at school (he step in, of course, but still!)

Starts paying more attention to you. Realizes there is more to you than your looks.

Apparently, you turn out to be quite smart. And witty.

“Maybe humans are not that bad”.

Finds himself enjoying your company and actually relaxing in your presence.

Mammon

“OH NOOOOOOO”

Whines about his duty of looking after you FOR AGES.

Can’t understand why Lucifer chose you. Like, are all humans these mediocre?

Oh and apparently, you are completely dumb too because you aint’t afraid of him.

Secretly evaluates what he can steal from you in order to sell it.

Turning point: you help him with his homework and do not tell Lucifer about him skipping a class.

Hey, you aint so bad!

You are even pretty. Well, no, that’s not what he meant. It’s just... Ugh whatever!

Secretly observes you. Turns out you are thoughtful, helpful and kind.

And you don’t call him moron like his brothers do.

In fact, you might need some protection. There are all sorts of creeps at school. And who but the Great Mammon can protect ya!

Leviathan

Another normie in his house.

Really wishes you were a cute anime girl. Is disappointed and always annoyed in your presence.

Doesn’t consider it worthy to talk to you. What can you possibly offer him? You don’t even know about TLS.

Tries to avoid being in the same room with you. He already saw you starting a convo with his brothers and he doesn’t want to be next.

Turning point: sees you reading some manga series in the library.

There is hope for you.

Maybe you will be interested in TLS...

Has no idea how to approach you.

Is a bit scared by your confidence so shuts in even more.

Is annoyed at how cheerful you are with his brothers. Secretly wishes to be among them.

Satan

Just accepts your presence. If he can’t change it, why worry?

Considers you a funny pet.

Secretly agrees with Lucifer about humans being pathetic.

Sometimes he secretly observes you and tries to understand why you won’t change the way you look. Aren’t humans supposed to want to look gorgeous?

Compares you to the witches he knows.

Turning point: observes you while you read in the dining room. Is fascinated by how interested and involved you are.

Starts paying more attention to you and starts the conversations first.

Finds out you have similar taste in books. How very interesting.

Starts looking at you differently. In fact, you are quite cute.

Is entertained and intrigued by your confidence. Wants to test it.

Asmodeus

Well... maybe you are a good person?

Never had high expectations because humans are well, not demons! Though he knew some truly outstanding humans but you are definitely not one of them.

Is supportive and empathetic though: understands it must be tough for you to live in a different world. Plus you are so...un-pretty.

Really wants to suggest a make over but doesn’t want to force it.

Turning point: sees you laughing and is fascinated by how beautiful you look at the moment.

Oh wow there is more to this human than he thought!

Now he is INTERESTED

Boldly approaches you and suggests help with your makeup and hair and skin. Winks and offers massage too.

Finds your rejection entertaining. He wants you now!

Beelzebub

Is disappointed because Lucifer does not allow to eat you.

You smell really good. And you don’t look so good. Why can’t he just eat you?

Tries avoiding you in order to avoid the temptation.

Is a bit surprised you are not scared of him or of other demons.

Kind of watches you in school. Lucifer ordered to protect you and he does his best but from the distance.

Turning point: you shared your food and suggested you cook something for him.

Are you really so kind?!

Oh and you can cook. Wow.

And you are not annoyed by his appetite.

Goes into full protective mode. You may not be the best-looking human but you are his human now.

Belphegor

Doesn’t care so much it hurts.

Doesn’t even bother to talk to you. Why would he?

Secretly hoped you’d be beautiful but you are so average there is nothing to look at. Boring.

Pulls little dirty tricks on you just to annoy you (and Lucifer!).

Turning point: sees you in the observatory gazing at stars. There is something in your eyes he is drawn to.

Studies you when you don’t see it. Memorizes your habits and preferences.

Stops being mean to you.

Falls asleep on your lap on purpose.

Finds you comfortable to be used as a sleeping pillow but does not admit it.

Solomon

Another human? Interesting.

Oh. Not so interesting anymore.

Wonders why would Lucifer choose you? You are just so average compared to him.

Was a popular boy so is used to ignoring people like you.

Feels superior and does not hide it.

Turning point: sees you interacting with brothers and how they enjoy your company.

There might be something else to this human.

Starts observing you. Realizes you are way more complex than he thought.

Hates to admit it but you are quite charming.

Has a strange feeling when sees you surrounded by the brothers. Would never admit it.

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