you pick the devil you run with

Bts reacting to you being good at everything like Jungkook!


“You should be greatful you’re still young and don’t break everything so easily.” *Is salty asf*

Originally posted by rapnamu


“No no no, this isn’t hell! We can’t have two devils running around! Get out before you beat me at Mario Kart too” *Half joking, half serious*

wth is he doing

Originally posted by meanyoongis


“Wooooow, you two are exactly the same… hurry pick me up and carry me around like the king I am!”

Originally posted by nycbtslover


“You two are really something… you two do 100 reps each and I’ll buy you unlimited lamb skewers…”

“…but yoongi-” Jin tried saying.

“Shut up I wanna see this.”

“Was I or was I not talking?” Jin got up. You and Guk started snickering in the background.

Originally posted by cyyphr


“;-; Y-you two are like the best friends I’ve always wanted!”

“Hey what about me?…” Jimin intervened.

“We’re like the four muskuteers!” Tae yelled.

Originally posted by kimthwriter


“Are you kidding me?! One Jungkooks enough! Put that thing back where it came from or so help me~”

“That thing is my girlfriend.” Jungkook said.

“Hey! I was born in Busan first!”

*everyone just looks at eachother hella confused*

Originally posted by urnotnamjoon


“Hell yeah that’s my baby!”

*both start doing everything they can and showing it off to everyone else*

Originally posted by nochutete


❛ I’m here to fight for truth, and justice, and the American way. ❜
❛ You wanna get nuts? Come on! Let’s get nuts! ❜
❛ I hope justice is found here today… before justice finds you. ❜
❛ Give me a scotch. I’m starving. ❜
❛ Our ancestors called it magic but you call it science. ❜
❛ I come from a land where they are one and the same. ❜
❛ This is my gift, my curse. Who am I? I’m _______. ❜
❛ Cats come when they feel like it. Not when they’re told. ❜
❛ How am I supposed to tell crime to shut up if I have to shut up? ❜
❛ I don’t know the meaning of the word “quit”. ❜
❛ You can’t trap justice! It’s an idea, a BELIEF! ❜
❛ Sometimes people deserve to have their faith rewarded… ❜
❛ He may have my soul but he doesn’t have my spirit. ❜
❛ Didn’t I kill you already? ❜
❛ Thirty hours of pain all at once, all for you. ❜
❛ I have something to give you. I don’t want it anymore. ❜ 
❛ And some day, when he’s needed, we will see him again. ❜
❛ Listen to me very carefully, my friend: Killing will not bring you peace. ❜
❛ Wise man say forgiveness is divine, but never pay full price for late pizza. ❜
❛ You get hurt, hurt ‘em back. You get killed… walk it off. ❜
❛ Some men just want to watch the world burn. ❜
❛ I believe there’s a hero in all of us. ❜
❛ Because he’s the hero this city deserves, but not the one it needs right now. ❜  
❛ So, we’ll hunt him, because he can take it.  ❜
❛ With great power comes great responsibility. ❜
❛ Would you rather die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain? ❜
❛ That’s kind of catchy. It’s got a nice ring to it. ❜
❛ You know all those dangerous mutants you hear about in the news? ❜
❛ Why do we fall, sir? So that we can learn to pick ourselves up. ❜
❛ Beneath this mask there is an idea. ❜  
❛ You will give the people an ideal to strive towards. ❜
❛ They will kill you if they get the chance. Do not give them that chance. ❜
❛ At least I’ve chosen a side. ❜
❛ You ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?  ❜
❛ Oh, no… this is Earth… isn’t it? ❜
❛ Dead or alive, you are coming with me. ❜
❛ Sometimes you gotta run before you can walk. ❜
❛ Let’s put a smile on that face. ❜
❛ Sorry about the window folks, I kinda misjudged the landing. ❜
❛ There is you. There is I. There is no we. ❜
❛ It’s not who I am, but what I do that defines me. ❜
❛ Peace was never an option. ❜
❛ You won’t kill me out of some misplaced sense of self-righteousness. ❜
❛ I think you and I are destined to do this forever. ❜
❛ Sometimes we have to be steady, and give up the thing we want the most. ❜
❛ You’re making me angry. You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry. ❜
❛ Big man in a suit of amour. Take that off, what are you? ❜
❛ They can’t be bought, bullied, reasoned, or negotiated with. ❜
❛ But you’re a Superhero! They always get the girl, right? ❜
❛ Aren’t you curious about how I get around so fast? ❜
❛ That is why I show you my work! That is why you are here! ❜
❛ You have a knack for saving my life. I think I have a superhero stalker. ❜
❛ Remember? Your little “accident” in the laboratory…? ❜
❛ Why didn’t you kill me? I would’ve killed you in an instant. Answer me! ❜
❛ Remember to chisel that into my tombstone. ❜
❛ What happened to you? How did you become this? ❜
❛ No hard feelings, Point Break. You’ve got a mean swing. ❜
❛ Apparently I’m volatile, self-obsessed, and don’t play well with others. ❜
❛ You put those people together, you can’t expect what’s going to happen… ❜
❛ A hero? Like you? ❜
❛ Put on the suit. ❜
❛ Have you got a suit? ❜
❛ Superheroes? In New York? Give me a break! ❜
❛ The world has gotten even stranger than you already know. ❜
❛ We will not stand by as evil wipes out billions of innocent lives. ❜
❛ If we’re gonna work together you might wanna try trusting me a little bit. ❜
❛ I would be grateful to die surrounded by my friends. ❜
❛ If you kill me, you’re gonna miss the biggest score you’ve ever seen. ❜
❛ But everyone has a weakness. And a weakness can be leveraged. ❜
❛ My job is to keep you alive until you die. You understand that? ❜
❛ Devils don’t come from hell beneath us. No, they come from the sky. ❜
❛ Next time they shine your light in the sky, don’t go to it. ❜
❛ How many good guys are left? How many stayed that way? ❜
❛ Is it stealing if you steal from another thief? ❜
❛ Whatever you do, wherever you go, I will be watching you. ❜
❛ No matter how many times you save the world, it always manages to get back in jeopardy again. ❜
Sinful (Lucifer drabble)

Warnings: Slight smutty, gracek!nk, bossy!lucifer, fingering

Summary: Just a drabble I had that I posted to my Wattpad, so I thought I would share here as well. The reader is left to babysit Lucifer, but things take a n unexpected turn. So let me know what you guys think? Should I write more like this?

“Y/n, he’s not that bad-” Dean began to say trying to reassure you.

 "-My brother is far too injured to be of any harm, Y/n,I assure you,“ Cas cut in casually.

 "Cas!” Dean scolded him, throwing him a look that read  ‘you’re not helping’ in big letters, but Cas either didn’t get it or didn’t care.

 "It’s true, Dean. Lucifer-“ Cas paused, interrupted by the door to the library suddenly opening, revealing none other than the devil himself.

 "Are we talking about little old me?” he asked with his famous half-smirk, the blue eyes of his vessel starring at you.




Originally posted by lucifersagents

 Lucifer smirk grew as he regarded the three of you.  He shifted back on his heels and blew out a breath. "So,” he began with a clap of his hands. “What about me has got you all guys gossiping like old biddies?”

“We are not 'old biddies’,” Dean mumbled under his breath, sounding like an overgrown child.

Of course this action caused Lucifer’s smile to spread, obviously happy that his words had affected Dean.

 "Y/N, does not wish to keep you company while Sam, Dean, and I go to investigate a case. We were trying to convince her you were of no harm,“ Cas supplied to Lucifer, looking quite pleased with himself for getting the gist of the conversation.

Lucifer out a hand over his heart dramatically, "Y/n, I’m appalled! Of course I won’t harm you!” He rolled his eyes at you, “it’s not like I’m the Devil or something.”

 "But, you are the Devil, Lucifer. Have you bumped your head?“ Cas asks him with furrowed brows.

 You bust out laughing, causing all three men to eye you suspiciously. This was getting ridiculous. You obviously weren’t going to get out of babysitting duty, but Cas’s innocence was to much for you to take. How had so many years with Dean not make Cas a sexual know-it-all?  How was he just so hilariously innocent?

 "Go,” you finally managed after calming down. “Just go. If I get bit by the Devil, I’ll call.” You start to push them playfully out of the library.

“Lucifer, please do not bite, Y/n! Dean has always told me that it’s rude,” Cas called over his shoulder.

You feel your face grow hot, as you slam the door shut. Starring at the wood, you try to push Cas’s words from your mind by instead focusing wholeheartedly on trying to calm down your humor and your hormones. It was no secret the Lucifer’s vessel Nick was very attractive. The blonde hair, the forked tongue, and all the other little things about him you wanted to explore. Not to mention Lucifer himself was just delicious. A fallen archangel. He was obviously hurting, had daddy issues, but there was a fire underneath, something that just spoke to you. A part of him still held love, passion, loyalty, humanity. You had fantasized about bringing those qualities out in him, healing the devil with affection-love? Maybe.
You were so engrossed in your thoughts that when Lucifer spoke you jumped halfway out of your skin.

Originally posted by lucifersagents

 "You wouldn’t really call them if I bit you, would you, Y/n?“

 You shrug, turning to face him. "Depends on how hard, I guess?”

Lucifer eyes seemed to darken at that point as he regarded you thoughtfully. “Do you like being bit, Y/n?”

 "Ah-“ you could feel your face heat up again at his words. Maybe they weren’t meant to sound so sensual. After all, angels-any of which you’d already met weren’t "hip to the lingo” of this day and age. So why would Lucifer be any different?

He’s only the Devil.  

Even still, you could feel the flush of your body warming up your neck and your face.  You tried to avoid his eye contact, not quite ready to admit the Devil put a fire deep in your belly. He couldn’t know what you were thinking about, obviously right?

“You didn’t answer me, Y/n,” came Lucifer calm and collected tone a moment later.

“Like I already said, depends on how hard and what context.”

“Ah- and what context would you like my bite, Y/n?” he asked stepping closer to you in a blink of an eye. 

 He was getting too close now, walking closer to you with a almost sensual demeanor with a determined glint in his eyes.  Your body and brain were shifting into to high alert for different reasons. Your body was beginning to buzz with life in areas you had not felt life before. You almost feel as if you are shaking at the knees in an anticipation that you didn’t understand. You were beginning to feel warm, and aching. In your mind, you felt a lot like prey- helpless tracking every movement of the predator in front of you. The way his muscles bunched and moved under his shirt as he moved closer, the way his eyes seemed to demand contact with yours. Rationally, you knew this was not a prey vs. predator moment, because who could honest run away from the devil?

 Lucifer chuckled, his lips picking up at the corners sinfully once more. “I would catch you, you know, Y/n.” his voice fell over your body like a dark, forbidden caress. Finally, standing in front of you, he raised one hand to your check in a gentle but dominant hold. “Tell me, Y/n, you will not run.”


“Such…descriptive thoughts run through that pretty little head,” He says as he leans his face into your neck and you feel him chuckle against your skin. “And I thought I was sinful. You make me look like a saint again, Y/n.”

 "I do?“

You feel cold lips against your skin, a lingering caress. You feel him make his way around your sensitive skin, barely holding still. Was Lucifer really going to bite you?
"Oh, have no doubts, Y/n. I fully attend to accurately create and indulge in every single fantasy of yours tonight before those three return. And I fully intend to bite you.”

 He pulls back and stares at you thoughtfully. “As I said before, you make me look like a saint. But tonight- I intend to show you exactly why I am the devil.” He pulls you flush against him with a smirk, and smashes his lips to yours.

Originally posted by sensualkisses

 The cold yet comforting feeling of his kiss shocked you. You had thought his kiss would be demanding, arrogant, but that wasn’t the case. Yes, the kiss was demanding. He demanded you respond, that your lips moved with his, that his tongue caressed yours as your caressed him, but he was gentle. It was like he was holding onto the most fragile gift he had ever received. He was coaxing, not arrogant. It was a complete reverse of what you would have expect.

  When his lips finally left yours, he began his focusing his attention on your neck kissing down the sensitive column. It shocked you when you felt his slightly sharp teeth nip at your skin, causing you to jump with a squeak.

  “I thought you said you would enjoy my bite?” he questions against your skin.

 "I do,“ you whimper. "Please, Lucifer.”

In a matter of a few seconds, you find yourself against the wall, pants and shirt seemingly disappeared. Your legs around Lucifer’s waist, as he pushes your bra down. His lips hungrily attacked your hardened nipple as you let out a keening wail. His fingers were spayed out along your neck giving the impression of danger, but not really.

Originally posted by wonderlandgirlforever

He was everywhere.

You jumped when you felt a hand that couldn’t have belonged to Lucifer, slide into past your underwear line. Lucifer chucked against your breast, and pulled back to wink at you.

Originally posted by kissableandsexy

 "Even the little of grace I still have is sinful, my dear,“ he concludes to your unspoken question.

Lucifer’s invisible hands glided across your inner thighs, shivers following their path. They began to curve upwards, pressure circling around your clit. It felt strange, almost forbidden. It was torture to have this unknown touch against your skin. It was exquisite.

  And you wanted more.

You arched into his touch with a wanton groan which Lucifer was more than happy to oblige. You felt his teeth bite at your nipple a little rougher as you heard (more than felt) your underwear being ripped away.

  "I have to touch, Y/n.”

 You were so ready. The need hot within you, your juices flowing in anticipation. You clenched your thighs and nodded at him, breathless at the situation. You basically were fornicating with the Devil. And it was totally okay with you. The god of a man in front of you who was treating your body and needs as his on personal vendetta. His touches were cold and electric, but warm at the same time. Everything about him made you crazy.

 You felt his invisible hands run through your folds, and felt him groan against you again. “So wet for me. Damn, pet. You are sinful. So much delicious, sinful wetness. All for me. Say it,” He commanded, rocking his jean-clad bottom into your apex.

 You gasped, “Yours.”

 He presses against you hard, a growl in his throat. “Whose?”

 "Yours, Lucifer.“

 Suddenly, a cough across the room, catches your attention. Freezing, you and Lucifer throw your heads towards the location of the cough to find Dean standing there awkwardly.

Originally posted by godshipsit

You watch as Dean coughs and averts his eyes, rubbing his neck. "Guys, that’s nice and all, but can we not do this in a public library?”

 Lucifer’s eyes roll, “It’s not public, technically.”

Not. The. Point.” Dean reassures, pointing toward the door.

 Lucifer turns back to you and sends you an eye catching smirk. He brings his fingers up, and in a snap, you’re gone.

Garden of Evil (BTS Pick Your Path Scenario)

I don’t know. This just kind of came to me yesterday and I really wanted to write a blurb for it. If you guys really like me, I have ideas for full out scenarios if you guys really like it. Please let me know what you think <3

-Admin Kat

You stared at the illuminated sign; Garden of Evil. You walked into the club, the sound of music blaring into your ear as you walked into the dark, underground building. The sensation of music throbbing through the ground into your feet caused your legs to quiver. The club was clearly a play on the Garden of Eden, but opposites. The lighting was dim and flickered as though the room was filled with fire; like the pits of hell. People were dressed as though they were either angels or demons. That was the theme of the night after all. You wore a white dress that reached a bit below your knees and short sleeves that hung off the shoulders. As you came down to the main floor, a man dressed as a devil; a red mask and a black suit, came up to you with a pair of horns in one hand and a halo headband in the other.

“Angel or demon?” He asked you as you came up to him. You smiled at him, a shy type of smile, and gestured towards your dress.

“Angel.” You had to yell over the sound of the deafening music. He handed you the halo and gave you his hand. You hesitantly took it, still a bit unsure why you were there. You had heard about this club from some kids in your college class, but you had no idea about it. You were not one to come to a club like this, but after the lovely break up with your boyfriend, you couldn’t help but seek a distraction. What would be a better than a sinful club to keep your mind off your ex?

You took your hand and continued with him further into the throngs of sweaty, horny young adults thrusting their bodies against each other in an orgy of rhythmic grinding. He brought you through the crowd, weaving meticulously through the bodies. You felt hands grazing over your body; pinching, pulling on your dress, and light caresses. You tried to not yank yourself away from them, not wanting to seem like a prude in a place like this, and just continued to make your way with your hand tightly holding the devil man’s.

He stopped abruptly once you were out of the crowd. You were standing in front of seven doors, each with a symbol above it. Each symbol was a color matched with an animal. Violet horse, green dog, orange pig, red cow, black bear, yellow frog, and blue goat. The devil man came around you, placing his hands on your shoulders. You felt a shudder run down your spine at the proximity of him. He lowered himself so his mouth, or at least the mouth of his mask, was at your ear. “Pick your sin.”

You held out your finger towards the…

Violet Horse

Green Dog

Orange pig

Red Cow

Black Bear

Yellow Frog

Blue Goat

Not Your Dean (Part 17)

Originally posted by deanwinchestergifs

Summary: One day Dean shows up and moves back into the bunker. The only problem is he’s a demon and he’s hiding something…

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16

Pairing: Demon!Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,500ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Things are a happening….

Keep reading

Number Seven (Part 2)

A/N: jesus christ 100+ notes on the first part?!! that’s wild! ily guys, thank you for the support on this lol it’s incredible! ❤️ and tysm for 250+ followers as well. this part is a bit longer to make up for the really short intro dhsjsk. please give me feedback on what you think, i’d appreciate it. also, let me know if you want to be added to the taglist! :)

Request: Number Seven (Part 2)

Pairing: Will Byers x Fem!Reader
[Stranger Things]

Warnings: None, besides a few swears.

Word count: 1,500


“Eleven.” you repeated.

“I know her.” quietly mumbling, you looked up at the four boys.

“Holy shit…” the curly-haired one spoke up again.

You glanced back down at the ground, until you realized one of them was stepping towards you. Bowl cut.

As he got closer, you winced and stepped back, as if he was going to hurt you.

“Hey… Relax. It’s okay, it’s alright. Don’t be scared—it’s just me alright? I’m Will.” he calmly spoke, taking your left hand in his.

At that very moment you felt it. The spark. Your powers sensed it. Your eyes locked with his. Time felt frozen.

Dreams and emotions.
Dreams and emotions.

He was special. You knew it. This strange emotion was one you had never even felt yourself. But it was there.

Blinking out of your gaze, you opened your mouth to speak.

“(Y/N). N-number Se-Seven.”

Will rolled up the sleeve on your arm. There it was, in black, bold ink. Printed permanently on your skin: 007

By now the other three boys were standing around you two peering over one another’s shoulders to get a glimpse at your arm.

Suddenly, you all heard a loud blare coming from up above. In the sky, you spotted a helicopter, coming nearer and nearer. Hawkins Lab, it read, unfortunately. You panicked, frantically looking around for where you could bolt to hide. You decide to just sprint to the right, back to your hiding spot from the night before. Lunging your foot forward, you escaped Will’s grasp on your arm, and
ran a couple feet before being held back again.

“No.” it was Will.

“C’mon, we gotta get you out of here, come with us. Please.” he said, pulling you in the other direction.

You hesitated, not knowing what to do.

“Hurry! Hurry!” one of Will’s friends yelled from ahead.

Will pulled on your arm again. This time, there was no struggle. You decided to trust him. It was either that, or the assured chance of getting caught and taken back to the lab.

Following after the other three boys, Will dragged you along a dirt path, trying to catch up with them. Then it hit you—you didn’t even know where you were going.
Brushing off the thought, you picked up your pace and ran.

The five of you dashed through the dead leaves on the ground, running as if the devil itself was chasing you. That was a close enough metaphor.

Ducking tree branches and jumping over rocks, you made it nearer to the main road passing through the woods. After a few minutes of chasing each other to this unknown location, you noticed you were nearing a clearing, and there, was a house.

Reaching the destination and running onto the porch, Will quickly dug through his coat pocket, in search of the house key. Fishing it out, he jammed it to the doorknob and bust open the door.

“Get in!” he yelled.

You were pushed in first, ahead of the three boys who followed, along with Will, who slammed the door shut. You all threw yourselves on the floor and sat, breathing heavily.

“Fuck!” Curly hair murmured, leaning against the wall.

“That was so close!” the one sitting next to him spoke out, tossing his jacket on the couch in the room.

After a moment of awkward silence, Will looked over to you.

“(Y/N), you had said? Your name’s (Y/N)?” he asked.

“Yes.” you responded.

“I’m Dustin,” the boy across from you smiled softly, setting his cap on the floor.

“That’s Lucas, and I’m Mike.” the boy sat next to Will gestured towards his friend.

“Will, Dustin, Lucas, Mike.” you whispered to yourself, memorizing their names.

“So… (Y/N), you said you knew Eleven?” Mike questioned.

“Yes, yes I do know her. W-we were both a-at Hawkins Lab. I barely escaped. I know Jane—er, Eleven did, too. About a year ago, if I’m correct. After she took off, I had to wait some time before I could do so as well.” you spoke quietly, barely above a whisper. The boys nodded at you, taking everything in.

“You said Jane?” Lucas gave you a puzzled look.

“Oh,” you looked down. They didn’t know about it.

“A-all the kids, everyone at the lab, we’ve been there all our lives, but, when we’re ‪b-born, we uh, we’re given legal names, like by our parents or something. With all the procedures we’ve gone through and everything, deep down we all know our names. I-it’s a thing with our gift or gifts. All of us at the Lab are only there for one thing. The government knows—it’s, it’s like some kind of, um, supernatural thing. Like extra senses. Abnormal.” you coughed, pausing your explanation.

“They just use us!” you cried, breaking down.

“Everyone’s gone through so much torture, and it’s n-not okay.” sobbing now, you wiped a tear from streaming down your cheek.

“Hey, hey. You’re okay, you’re okay. I’m here. We’re here. Listening. Take your time.” Will gave you a reassuring smile, setting a hand on your shoulder. You thanked him, going back to your story.

“Some kids, some of them remember after time. But we still all go by our numbers there. Eleven, she might just not recall it.” you spoke.

“Do you know where she is?” Dustin asked.

“Eleven, you mean?”

“Yeah, I mean, you have those powers too, yes?” he responded, tugging at the carpet of the house.

“I thought you’d know where she was?” confused, you looked at the boys.

“Well, we did. We knew her for some time Until, uh, she like disappeared, we didn’t see her after that.” Mike explained.

“Hiding. She’s in hiding. Or else I’d know.” you closed your eyes.

“Huh? What do you mean?” Lucas broke you from your concentration.

“My ‘power’ as you refer it to. I can have visions of other people and what’s happening, or like, something I specifically want to know, but I have to be asleep or unconscious, basically like in a dream state. I can also control what it is a person in particular dreams.” you answered.

“And emotions. I can sense what people are feeling, and why… it’s helpful when someone else needs help.” you added.

“The dream thing!” Dustin blurted.

“It’s like Eleven! She can check on people!” he finished.

“Except (Y/N) has to be asleep,” Will included.

“Right.” you assure.

“So, if something had happened to Eleven, I would be aware. She was important in my childhood. My age, we got along very well. Then, like I said she’s in hiding from the government. I know it.” you added.

“This entire thing is a mess. It’s so bizarre and complicated to understand.” Mike sighed.

“I couldn’t have said it better myself.” you laugh lightly, smiling. Not noticing Will’s stare on you, admiring you from your left. He had felt it too. That thing, from earlier. Like a spark? But he didn’t know it. Will just knew deep inside you were here for a reason. And he was enjoying your company. In fact, a little more than he felt he should be. He couldn’t help it, though. This feeling inside him, a new sensation that made him feel happier and made his heart beat faster.

Will had never felt it before.

He didn’t know what it was to be in love.

And he certainly didn’t know why he was feeling it with someone he’d literally just met less than an hour ago.


A while had gone by. Your new friends, and first friends, really, seemed to be very kind an understanding. Especially Will.

He’d served you some hot soup and a hot cup of tea for you to warm up, as well as getting you blankets to wrap around you. You thanked him and appreciated his amiability.

You’d learned the house was Will’s and his mom and brother Jonathan, were out at the time, thankfully. There was a feeling telling you these boys were hiding something, but you couldn’t quite figure out what, so decided to wait for night and see, one of the few benefits with your ‘special ability’.

Then, you remembered—you didn’t know where you were even going to be spending the night. Worriedly, you brought up the topic.

“Shit.” Dustin muttered. No one had even thought of this. And it wouldn’t be much time until Will’s mom returned, either. Panicked, the boys thought of what they should do.

“Hopper!” Lucas shouted.

“Yes!” Dustin yelled back, running towards the Byers’ telephone.

You didn’t even know who they were about to call, but you had to remain calm and trust them. They were your friends. And friends trust each other.




anonymous asked:

Hi! This may sounds weird but I just read your fic about Jughead leaving and the baby being there, I was wondering if you could maybe make a second one to it? Idk it seemed interesting but it's up to you

Okay! Part 1: !

She’d been up all night, the bags under her eyes were a sure sign that she hadn’t gotten a second of sleep last night. A few of her regular customers regarded her with concerned glances which she quickly shook off, Simply stating

“My son had a nightmare, he’s only two so I had a hard time getting him to go back to bed, I’m really fine though. Thankyou!”

Hunter was perched on the counter beside her, scribbling in his coloring book, desperate to stay in the lines, no matter how difficult it was for his tiny little hands.

“You’re doing good baby, I love how you made the elephant purple.” Betty smiled encouragingly, as she tied a wedding bouquet with lace.

Hunter looked up and grinned a gummy smile, his teeth were finally starting to come in fully and he loved to show off the new additions.

The bell to the shop jingled and Betty looked up with a smile, her eyes instantly softening when she spotted one of her oldest friends.

“Kevin Keller, what on earth are you doing here? I thought you were spending spring break in the Bahamas?” Betty grinned, coming around the cabinet and wrapping her arms around the tall boy.

“Plans changed, apparently Joaquin has some business to attend to on the Southside.” He rolled his eyes “and Veronica may have texted me that a certain someone has decided to reappear” kevin placed an arm on Betty’s shoulder and squeezed

Betty sighed, slumping against the counter and glancing at Hunter

“I don’t know why he’s Back. I don’t know how to feel, part of me wishes he would just leave, Hunters is beginning to understand his surroundings and I don’t want him anymore confused. But then.. I’m happy he’s okay, I’m happy he’s here because that means he’s alive.. you know a little part of me always wondered… I don’t know.” She sighed miserably and Kevin nodded his head and walked over to the toddler, picking him up and dropping a kiss to his cheek.

“Well, no matter what, you have to remember, no matter what he’s done, he did give you this little guy. And that in itself is something to think about.”

Leave it to Kevin to play devils advocate.

Handing off the baby, Kevin smiled.
“Tonight Pop Tate’s? Let Alice have Hunter for the night, we’ll get the gang back together. Milkshakes and burgers? You could use some fattening up, you’re looking skinnier than ever.”

Betty laughed as Kevin lifted her top, tickling hunters toes.

“Its just all the running after this one, I hardly have time to eat.” She laughed, Walking Kevin to the door. “I’ll see you tonight, a night out sounds great.” Kevin kissed both Hunter and Betty on the cheeks before heading out the door with a dramatic wave.

“You’re uncle Kevin’s crazy.” Betty laughed, placing Hunter back on the counter.

“Crazy” the blue eyed little boy rolled his eyes, imitating his mother.

Betty narrowed her eyes playfully
“Now don’t you go copying me you silly little munchkin. Do as I say not as I do.” She tickled his ribs and smiled as he squealed in delight, the bells went off again and Betty turned around , figuring it was Kevin, she grabbed Hunter, her fingers still tickling as he laughed loudly

“Did you forget something?” She turned fully, her eyes going wide when she realized it wasn’t Kevin.

“Yeah. I did” Jughead Jones stated, his hair a mess and his flannel top unbuttoned slightly, revealing his tight white tank top underneath, she noticed he had matching bags under his eyes and his shoelaces were undone.

“What are you doing here?” Betty gripped Hunter protectively and he instantly tensed up, his eyes watering, the poor little boy always got stressed when his mother did.

“I needed to see you. I needed to see.. I just.. I have to explain.” Jughead mumbled, his eyes glued on hers, occasionally shifting to the little replica of himself

Betty turned her attention to Hunter
“It’s okay lovebug, mommies fine. Look.” She stuck her tongue out playfully and the little boy relaxed slightly, his fingers coming up to poke her tongue. Jughead watched the interaction his heart aching severely, he always knew Betty would make an amazing mother, he used to spend nights thinking about it.

Betty placed the little boy on the counter and held out a blue marker, lifting it over her head so he had to reach, casing Hunter to giggle and grab at it.

Betty walked towards Jughead, leading him away from their son and into a corner, still in sight of Hunter but far enough so he wouldn’t hear.

“I don’t want to hear your explanations, I told you before, we’re fine and we don’t need you. You don’t get to come in here after three years and act like you care. Okay, you’ve seen him, you know he exists now do what you do best. Run.” Betty crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes distant as she looked away from him.

“I didn’t know Betty, there’s so much you don’t know, so much I want to tell you. I didn’t want to leave you, that’s the last thing I wanted to do. But I had no choice, you have to understand, it wasn’t safe for you and especially since you were pregnant. I would have come back sooner if I had known, but I thought you would be better off without me.” His eyes were pleading and he reached his fingers out to cup her chin.

“You could have called. Sent a message. If you really cared, you would have found a way. You would have come back for me. But you didn’t. I raised him on my own, I still am.” Her lips trembled and he felt his heart pounding in his chest.

“I know I can never get back what I’ve lost, I know you can never forgive me but maybe if you let me explain, maybe you could understand?.” He asked, praying to whatever god was up there.

Betty took a deep breath, moving her face from his hand
“Okay.” She whispered.

Jugheads eyes widened and he felt the whispy felling of hope blooming in his stomach.
“Okay?” He asked

Betty nodded nervously
“You can meet me tonight at 6 at Pops, everyone else will be coming at 7 but if you wanna talk..” she trailed off and he nodded enthusiastically

“I’ll be there at 5.” He said determined, reminding her so much of their son.

“I said 6.” The tiny smile crept through slightly.

“I’ll be there at five” he said finally.

Suddenly a little hand was tugging at the light blue dress Betty had on, looking down she smiled and picked up Hunter

“What’s the matter baby?”

The little boy had his eyes locked on Jughead and Jughead wasn’t taking his eyes off of his son

“I say hello.” Hunter smiled, stumbling on the word hello.

Jughead looked to Betty for approval and she shrugged, giving him the go.

“Hi buddy, it’s nice to meet you.” He gripped the hand that the matching boy was holding out, revelling in the soft baby skin

“Nice to meet you.” Hunter mimicked, looking to his mother and grinning.

Jughead laughed, the toddler was smart and handsome and polite. His stomach hurt for a second as he thought of everything he had missed. But looking down at Betty and Hunter, he knew one thing for sure

He was getting his family back.


’ It wasn’t my fault! ’
’ I just want you to know that it’s okay… ’
’ I just want you to know that it’s okay… being scared. ’
’ And, well, if you need a friend, someone to talk too… ’
’ I have a friend. God, up above. ’
’ Don’t you condescend me. ’
’ You don’t mock me. ’
’ The day I need a friend like you, I’ll just have myself a little squat and shit one out. ’
’ That’s not what I was doing. ’
’ He’s/she’s a fucking kid. He’s/she’s supposed to be stupid. ’
’ What’s your excuse? ’
’ With lines like these, I don’t know how good it is. ’
’ I guess we’ll have to make do. ’
’ So… any boogeymen? ’
’ You got that kid killed, and I got his fucking blood on me! ’
’ We have to tell them. ’
’ We have to stop them from going outside. ’
’ We have to tell them. The people in the market. ’
’ They won’t believe us. ’
’ I’m not sure I believe it, and I was here. ’
’ What we saw was impossible. ’
’ You know that, don’t you? ’
’ What we saw was impossible. You know that, don’t you? ’
’ What do we say? How do we… convince them? ’
’ We gotta discuss how we’re going to stop that thing from getting in here. ’
’ What do you mean getting in? We shut the loading door. ’
’ Yeah, but the entire front of the store is plate glass. ’
’ You can’t convince some people there’s a fire even when their hair is burning. ’
’ Denial is a powerful thing. ’
’ What are you saying? What are you proposing? ’
’ If we all prepare… to meet our maker… ’
’ Oh, prepare to meet shit! ’
’ How about if your ass prepares to meet my size ten work boot! ’
’ The end of times has come. Not in flames, but in mist. ’
’ If you hit me again, if you dare, you’ll be on your knees. ’
’ You’ll be on your knees to me before this is through. ’
’ Now listen people. We are experiencing some kind of disaster. ’
’ I don’t know whether it’s man-made or natural. ’
’ I do know that it’s definitely not supernatural. ’
’ The only way we’re going to help ourselves is to seek rescue. ’
’ We’re going out. ’
’ I’m not discussing this any further. ’
’ I know. I just want to ask a favor. ’
’ Tie this around your waist. ’
’ It’ll let us know you at least got three hundred feet. ’
’ Sure there’s no way I can talk you out of this? ’
’ There’s nothing out there. Nothing in the mist. ’
’ What if you’re wrong? ’
’ I guess… the joke will be on me afterall. ’
’ You don’t have much faith in humanity, do you? ’
’ People are basically good; decent. ’
’ I can’t accept that. ’
’ Sure, as long as the machines are working and you can dial 911. ’
’ You throw people in the dark, you scare the shit out of them - no more rules. ’
’ I had you in school, didn’t I? ’
’ Like uh, how they… they thought that there were other dimensions. ’
’ You know, other… other worlds all around us. ’
’ Well maybe your window turned out to be a door. Isn’t it? ’
’ They must’ve ripped a hole through by accident. ’
’ That’s how their world keeps on spilling through into ours. ’
’ I didn’t understand half of it. ’
’ Well, we gave it a good shot. ’
’ Nobody can say we didn’t. ’
’ I really don’t want you running all over the place. ’
’ You gotta come look at… the boathouse smashed. ’
’ Well, you’re a local - any idea what they do up there? ’
‘ I’m sure you’ve heard the stories. ’
’ You know, real reliable stuff. ’
’ Motherfucker! Aw, shit! Motherfucker! Cocksucker! ’
’ We have Judas in our midst! ’
’ I wouldn’t have done that if there had been any other way. ’
’ Shut up, you miserable buzzard! ’
’ They do it in the Bible, don’t they? ’
’ Stoning people who piss you off is perfectly okay. ’
’ Welcome to Sesame Street, kids. Today’s word is ‘expiation’. ’
’ It appears we may have a problem of some magnitude. ’
’ What do you know about this mist? ’
’ I don’t know, man, I’ve got nothing to do with it. ’
’ How was I supposed to know what you meant? ’
’ You should’ve said what you meant better! ’
’ I’ll call the studio when the phones get back up. ’
’ What choice do they have? ’
’ How did you two always manage to make me laugh? ’
’ You have incredibly low standards. ’
’ Don’t go out there! There’s something in the mist! ’
’ You want me to report you? You want to lose your job? ’
’ Look, I’m gonna be taking down names, starting with you. ’
’ And in the mean time, shut the fuck up and listen. ’
’ As a species we’re fundamentally insane. ’
’ Why do you think we invented politics and religion? ’
’ We got you now, you sorry son of a bitch! ’
’ That’s what we get for not fixing that roof when we should’ve. ’
’ Well, you take that up with the Devil when you run into him. ’
’ You just chat it over at your leisure. ’
’ Want another reason to get the hell out of here? ’
’ I’d like to leave before people start drinking the Kool-Aid. ’
’ Put more than two of us in a room, we pick sides and start dreaming up reasons to kill one another. ’
Devil’s Advocate - Chanyeol X Reader AU Series - Chapter 2

Vampire!Chanyeol X Angel!Reader

Genre: Action, fluff, angst

Warnings: Violence, blood, language

Word Count: 3,721 (tried to make it the same length..oops)

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Before any of your other senses had the chance to return, you were abruptly, involuntarily jerked up from your resting position with the overwhelming need to vomit. You fell off of the small, metal duffel that had been holding you a few feet above the ground, landing in an undignified, feeble lump on a cold concrete floor. You quickly scrambled onto all fours before abrasively upheaving liters of blood onto the ground. Your limbs trembled as you looked around your surroundings in anxiety.

Bars… Space…

A cage.

Your vision waned in and out of focus, but you could clearly make out the outline of metal bars around you. The structure resembled a makeshift attempt at a bird cage, as you had plenty of open space surrounding your bloodied pool in the center. You unsuccessfully gasped for air to refill your lungs as another violent tremor overtook your diaphragm. A steady stream of blood pooled onto the floor once again. Your ears were met with an abrupt creaking of metal and rushed footsteps.

“Aish- He said this would happen.”

You felt a hand against your back and turned your face to the side, only to be met with the red-haired assailant from before.

“W-Why-” Your question was cut off by another vomitous spasm, leaving you more breathless than the last one.

“Shhhh, it’s gonna be okay Angel-cakes, I’m not going to hurt you, just breathe okay? Just breathe.”

You shut out everything else and focused all of your energy on keeping a steady influx of air within your lungs.

After the seventh upheaval of blood, your limbs collapsed from underneath you and you fell against the hunter’s kneeling torso.

“You’re mine now… that’s all that matters.”

Your breathing calmed as another rush of exhaustion hit you like a tidal wave.

“You’re mine… And now I have all the power in the world that I need.”

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Hatred & Lust - (M)

Genre; smut-ish I suppose

Length; 1,500 words

If you lovely little angels enjoy this enjoy I just might do another part~

Originally posted by narika-a

Being a stylist was a difficult job- you were yelled out if something was even the off in the slightest way, but dealing with difficult idols made you dread your career choice. 

One idol, in particular, Changkyun- he was in a very well known group, Monsta X, usually, the other members were like heaven on earth but him; he must’ve been Satan’s child or something. 
He seemed to enjoy pissing you off to no end as he constantly nitpicked at the outfits you chose for him or the others, hell even the ones you’d be wearing. 

He was a dickhead, to say the least. 

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bruised knuckles.

an au where instead of being a vigilante, matt murdock uses his abilities as an underground fighter. known as “the devil’s of hell’s kitchen,” he’s a force to be reckoned with but you’re the only one he really ever lets his guard completely down for. His rare vulnerability is shown when he shows up to your door after every fight in order to be put back together again.

(this is a little something I put together after seeing this post and my imagination got going!)

pairing: matt murdock x reader

warnings: mentions of injuries and blood, a little bit of angst (that I am so bad at writing and I am so sorry), and some fluffy stuff

length: 1418 words

Where dating Matt Murdock caused the loss of sleep – through staying up with him while he studied case materials over takeout, staying out late at Josie’s, and, ahem, more intimate activities – There were some nights where your inability to sleep was caused by something much more dark, where you were left alone in the apartment with your own thoughts swirling sinisterly black with worst-case scenarios.

It was one of those nights.

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You knew you wanted to work with kids since you were a teenager, they made the sun shine on any gloomy day and immediately brighten your mood. You hoped that one day you would find someone special that would share your white pickett fence dream. That’s why you opted working in a kindergarden and you were the first contact on your brother’s former wife cellphone when she needed a babysitter. Despite Chloe and Dan not getting along most of the time, you helped her a lot in understanding your brother. He was a complicated character after all.

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Halloween Drabbles Day 19- ALL OF THE CANDY!!!

(gif is not mine)

Unlike Sam and Dean, you enjoyed Halloween.  You wouldn’t be going to any parties or handing out candy, but you still wanted to dress up for fun.  After shopping for a couple of hours, you brought home an angel outfit.  You thought Gabriel would not only adore it, but be amused as well.

“An angel costume huh,” Gabriel scoffed, letting a fit of laughter leave his lips.  “I almost thought you would pick something like a devil’s costume, or a witch.”

“I’m not trying to get killed,” you jested, taking the costume out of its package.  “Do you know how long it took me to find a set of golden wings?  Long enough to where I wanted to trip the kids running around the store in minion costumes.”

“Since you’re going to be a female me for Halloween, you’re going need a little something extra.”  Gabriel snapped his fingers.  He put piles of candy all around your room.  There were piles of chocolate bars, suckers, and assorted kind of wrapped candy.

You looked around your room.  You brought your hand to your face and shook your head.  “This is not how Halloween works,” you mumbled.  “I’m supposed to dress like someone or something, not be them.”

“Well now you can do both [Y/N],” Gabriel mused as he plucked a candy bar from the pile.

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Part 1 :Jeff Atkins series

“Y/N!” Hannah yelled running up to me to caught up making me giggle.
“Hey Chica”
“ Did you know the Baseball team is having a little puff league? To raise money and I think you should do it”
“ A little what?” I answering sincerely confused
“ You know like a baseball game for us girls to play the guys are gonna be coaches and stuff like that at least that’s what I heard ”
“Ohh” i said rolling my eyes as I saw her intentions she knew I had a crush on the oh so infamous player Jeff Atkins but then again who didn’t?
“So then by "us girls ” you mean your doing it to?“ I shot back
"Heck no that’s not my thing but I will go support you ”
“ oh yeah right, because I’m totally gonna do that”
“Why not? Ahhh,,, it little miss Y/N turning into a chicken”
That certainly caused me to glare at her if there was one thing I couldn’t turn down it way a taut or challenge ,and Hannah knew this all to well.
“How about if you do it I’ll be your personal cheerleader and monets on me for the next month ?” Hannah proposed.
“Well you do know how much I like free drinks… hmmm ok fine I’m probably gonna lose on my first attempt anyway ”
“That a girl come on lets go sign you up ”
I smiled as we linked arms and walked into the school building towards our lockers.
“Hey helmet ” Hannah called as she saw Clay walking in front of us.
“Oh hey Hannah, and Y/N”
I simply Smiled.
“So Helmet, you going to that little baseball thing?”
You smirking seeing her interest and clays oblivion.
Clay shrugged walking with you two ,“ I don’t know probably not but, knowing Jeff he’ll most likely make me go”
That made Hannah nudge me in the side and made me roll my eyes.
“Well I’m gonna go sign up Humans see you later”, I said seeing the sign up table and getting a weird third wheeling feel.
They both said bye as I walked toward the table once there I saw only Montgomery and Bryce sitting there probably to hit on girl I thought.
“ Well would you look at who we have here” Bryce said making me give a nonchalantly smile. And making Montgomery perk up and grin at me.
“Well hi there ” he winked making me feel repulse, I saw Him do this daily he would hit on anything with boobs and an ass.
“ you signing up Y/N? Funny how you sign up for this but never sign up for on of my party’s” Bryce said smiling
“Yeah not my things ” I answered reaching for the pen which Montgomery took off the table
“Why not talk to us first a little before signing up? Who know we might be the ones coaching you” he taunted with the pen
“I Would rather no-” I started but got cut off
“Come on guys give her the pen and quit bugging her then we won’t raise any money ” Jeff told the guys in his cool natural state only making them smirk and raise an eyebrow. When I turned to face him he smiled and handed me the pen Montgomery handed him I signed the sheet basically simple bring 5 bucks after school first name last initial and phone number I and handed the pen back to him
“No problem, see you there Y/L”
I slightly smiled and walked away slight crush struck was that a word no did I care no,, and then it hit me how the heck did he know my name? I thought we never spoke before… he was a grade above mine.
~~skip to lunch because I have writers block

“Hi human amigos” I said sitting out side with clay and Hannah
“ Y/N” clay said
“ munchkin ” Hannah replied rolling her eyes playfully.
“How did signing up go?” She asked
“Umm, ok I guess kinda weird”
“ why weird?” Clay cut in
“Oh umm I’m not sure someone knew my name and it was strange to me that’s all”
“Oh I see ”
“ I mean you did sign your name right? That’s probably why” Hannah cut in
“No it was my last name and I only but my initial” I answered taking a bit of the small pack of fruit salad I had.
“ who was it?”
“No one ” I said “Hannah’s probably right ”
“It’s Atkins ” she answers nonchalantly making me shot death glares and of if looks could kill
“Ohhh” clay said “you do know he knows how you are right? ” he said grinning slight knowledge this making me cock my head simply showing a no with slight irritation he noticed that but not Hannah wow I thought they’re something different
“Ok, so I tutor Jeff in the library and one time we saw you run in there with Hannah hiding from someone or something like that I’m not sure well he asked me who you where since he never seen you around that he’d seen Hannah at a few party’s but not you and I told him your name and stuff”
“Why didn’t you ever tell me this ”
“I told Hannah at work once but don’t think she was paying attention”
We both turned to her as she was lost in he own world smiling and picking at her food
“See” he told me making me laugh
“yeah ”
“speaking of the devil” Clay said out of no where more to himself than to us.
“Hey guys ” Jeff said sitting at your table out of nowhere making Hannah snap back.
“Hi Atkins”
“Hello Baker, and Miss Y/N”
“What’s up Jeff?” Clay asked making Jeff turn away from Hannah and myself.
“Oh right I have to cancel today’s tutor group or push it back since we group up for the puff baseball thing today ”
“ oh ok that’s fine it’s up to you we can meet up after or tomorrow ”
When you heard tomorrow you slightly turned to Hannah clay ways gonna help you tomorrow.
“Afters good” Jeff answered slightly to your disappointment

(A/N: HA bet you thought I was gonna make it the same day btw make it drama or make it fluff? Message me and let me know please!)

“Ok it’s settled” he said standing up and going to. “Oh and see you on the field Y/L don’t let me down that means don’t be late and win for me "he joked smiling and winked? Walking away,,, did Jeff Atkins wink at me? He was messing around right? Was it in my head? I turned to Hannah and Clay who where both grinning from ear to ear "oh god” I thought knowing I was flushed “this is gonna be a long day”

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Ooh can you do 6 with logicality,please?

Ha ha I’ve got this :D

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Warnings: A big freaking mess


“That’s a lot of orange.”

Patton was tired, being a teacher at a kindergarten was a lot of hard work, and for some reason the kids had decided to absolute brats today. Throwing around toys, books, puzzles, scribbling on every surface imaginable, screaming, fighting, hitting him. He. Needed. Rest.

He was excited to come home to his own kids, and just relax. Perhaps a movie, or board games, even video games with them would be nice. He just wanted to rest. Logan had been looking after the kids today, as he never taught on Fridays.

Patton unlocked the door and immediately the scent of cake hit his nostrils.

Oh god.

He placed his bag on the couch as he passed it, making his way to the kitchen immediately.

This wasn’t going to be good, Logan couldn’t bake for the life of him.

“Hey ba- that’s a lot of orange,” Patton said in surprise. Logan looked at Patton sheepishly, hands covered in orange food dye.

“Hey dad,” Logan replied, and the two kids, Alexander and Benjamin, looked up with wide eyes and cheeky smiles.

The youngest, Benjamin, squealed,

“Daddy!” The two-year-old’s hands were covered in orange food dye as well. Patton rolled his eyes lovingly.

“Sorry, Pat, I tried doing some festive baking for halloween to surprise you, and it didn’t go down well.” Patton looked at the bench, which was covered in flour, batter, icing and orange.

Lots of orange.

“We tried to make orange icing. Sorry,” Logan said with a cheeky smile. Patton smiled lightly and shook his head, laughing. “We did manage to get cupcakes though, so it’s not all bad.”

Patton noticed the chocolate cupcakes, sitting perfectly on the cooling rack, despite the mess. Alexander had cake batter all over his face, and his brown eyes were shining.

“Papa is so much fun, he let’s us eat the batter!”

“No I didn’t, you two are just troublemakers,” Logan said jokingly. Patton stepped into the war zone of orange and chocolate cake batter that was the kitchen and pecked Logan on the lips.

“You taste like chocolate,” he stated with a giggle. “I want more.” Patton continued pecking Logan on the lips, making the other blush.

“Ewwww!” Alex squealed, running out the room with his hands over his eyes. “Daddy and Papa are being gross!” Patton laughed and picked Benjamin up.

“Let’s get you little devils cleaned up.”


Request: could I request a Nico Hischier imagine where u used to have a thing with Zach Werenski but he kinda of screwed u over and now you’re with Nico, and super happy, and Zach/new girl sees and is super jealous?

A/N: Honestly, I think this one turned out pretty well. I sort of knew who Zach was because he played for UofM with Larkin…and I only know of Nico because of this year’s draft. (Yay for him! It’s super awesome to be a first round pick, not to mention first overall.) He’s also super cute. Wayy too young for me (LOL) but adorable. Let me know if this is even in the realm of what you were imagining.

Nico was everything you never knew you wanted. Your friends chirped at you relentlessly for months after you got together because he was only 18. But you would just roll your eyes and smile.

At 18 Nico was more than Zach could ever hope to be. For starters, he wasn’t a shitty human who thought it was OK to have a couple girls on the side during the season.

“So you’re admitting it. Seriously what the hell Zach?” You screamed because you knew you would cry if you tried to be calm about the situation.
“I don’t see why it’s such a big deal (Y/N), it was during the season. It’s not like you can always be there. You’re still taking classes.” Zach brushed it off.
“I don’t even know where to start. There is so much wrong with that sentence. It’s a big deal, Zach, because we were together and you still decided to sleep with not one but three other girls.” You shook your head and grabbed your jacket. It was a mistake to ever come here.
“Where do you think you’re going?” He snapped.
“Home. This, whatever this is, it’s over. I’m done. Don’t call me.” With that, you walked out the door and out of Zach Werenski’s life for good.

Three months after your break up, if you could even call it that because how can you break up if one of you didn’t really take the relationship seriously, you took a much-deserved trip to  New York. Where you happened to run into Nico. He’d just been drafted by the Devils and was getting to know the area. With NYC being so close, it was a short trip for him.

Being the first overall draft pick was overwhelming. You could see it on his face during his lunch with Santini. You don’t know why, but you got up and walked over to the table.

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The Devil You Know Part 29

The Devil You Know Part 29

Warning: Cussing.

Chapter 54 Negan’s POV

“Daddy. Daddy.” Zoe said, running up to me. “Your home. What took you so long?”

“Been working overtime princess.” I said, picking her up and giving her a big hug. “Have you been being have yourself for fat Joe?” She nodded. “That’s good. Now where’s mommy at? Is she in the shower or something?”

“Nope.” Zoe said, shaking her head. “She’s in Carson’s office. With Danny and Travis.”

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April Prompts

It’s time for the April prompts, you guys know the rules. Send them in with who and what you’d like and I will try my best to meet your expectations!!!! <3 <3

1. ’I am way to sober for this.’
2. ‘You have no idea who I really am, do you?’
3. ‘I saved your life.’ ‘You pushed me off a building.’
4. ‘Dance with me and pretend the world doesn’t exist.’
5. ‘I’m not a therapist – solve your own problems.’
6. ‘I think I broke him.’
7. ‘But why? Why would you love me?’
8. ‘You’re a psychopath.’ ‘I prefer creative.’
9. ‘You’ll be alright, no one can hurt you know.’
10. ‘Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that.’
11. ‘Why aren’t you worshipping me, mortal?’ ‘Not interested, thanks.’
12. ‘You belong to me.’
13. ‘If she was in the woods with a wolf, the wolf would run.’
14. ‘Sometimes memories are the worst form of torture.’
15. ‘Children shouldn’t play with guns.’ ‘Who said I was playing.’
16. ‘We need you again.’
17. ‘Did you open the package?’
18. ‘Do you remember the first time we met?’
19. ‘I pray you never take a breath without remembering the breaths you’ve taken away.’
20. ‘I taught you how to pick locks and this is how you use the skill?’
21. ‘You look…’ ‘Beautiful, I know can we move on?’
22. ‘You know, even some days the devil sits back and admires my work.’
23. ‘But I saw you die. How are you still alive?’ ‘I’m not.’
24. ‘Don’t. Move.’
25. ‘They held me down, and called me a monster. So, I howled at the moon and showed them all.’
26. ‘I am not human. I never was. So why are you expecting me to act like one?’
27. ‘Whatever helps you sleep at night.’
28. ‘I don’t need your judgement.’
29. ‘Don’t bother.’ ‘I already tried.’
30. ‘You don’t understand, do you?’
31. ‘I’m sorry.’ ‘I’m so sorry.’
32. ‘Sometimes I pray for patience. Sometimes I pray for a gun.’
33. ‘I thought I made it clear about the whole abduction policy?’ ‘She wasn’t cooperating. What did you expect me to do?’
34. ‘Don’t give me attitude, darling. I have one of my own.’
35. ‘No, not you. Anyone but you.’