hey this is my bed

And I don’t want a never ending life
I just wanna be alive while I’m here

the monday morning clip in episode 4 s3 was so wild like isak and even were trying to have a casual conversation “are you going to party?” “lol no… I MEAN maybe are you   going  to party?” “yeah i thought    yeah wanna pre drink together?” “sure sure sure coolcoolcoolcool” as if they didn’t almost kiss three days earlier

i mean look at them. these nerds are terrible at playing cool

domestic zimbits
  • Netflix or Chill
  • “Did you clear my browser history?” “…no?”
  • drinking from the carton
  • “I can’t find my toothbrush, I used yours.”
  • leaving something rotting in the fridge for weeks just to see who will break and throw it away first 
  • “Does this smell clean?”
  • snoring / sleep talking
  • eating all of something and lying about it even though there is literally no one else who could have done it 
  • assorted bathroom situations: clipping toenails, cleaning your ears, zits/pimples, picking your nose, etc.
  • accidentally injuring your partner and apologizing every five minutes for the next month
  • passive-aggressively not washing each other’s dishes 
  • “Hey, you smell that?” “No? What – Oh, my god!”
  • eating in bed going from acceptable to unacceptable overnight 
Yoosung trying to flirt
  • Yoosung: Hey girl, I'd love to see your bed in my body.
  • Yoosung: Wait I mean your bed in my bed.
  • Yoosung: I MEAN- dammit I messed up again...
  • 707: *from a distance* THE GIRL ALREADY GOT AWAY

anonymous asked:

"Why are you crying?" Four word prompt.

i really wanted to write a little something about sign of the times so this is what i came up with!! hope you guys like it xx

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“I can’t believe you’re making me wait like everyone else.” I grumbled, sitting in our bed with my laptop open to the BBC Radio 1 page. It was about 7:50 AM on April 7th. Harry was still lying in bed next to me, watching me with an amused smile on his face, his hand cradling his cheek.

“S’only fair as my biggest fan that you don’t get special treatment.”

“Or,” I was picking at my lips absentmindedly, still scrolling through the website, trying to find the right page, “You just like seeing me surprised and freaking out.”

Harry gently pushed my hand away from my face to stop me from picking at my lips, a habit he was always scolding me for.

“I would never be so cruel.” He said, but he was smiling at me.

“Aren’t you freaking out? This is the world premiere of your first single as a solo artist.”

He shrugged, “A little… Mostly excited though.”

I grinned and pinched his cheek, “I’m really proud of you, bub.”

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A Bad Day Turned Good

Tyler Scheid x Reader

Word Count : 1998

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I was looking down at my phone messaging my date for the fifth time asking him where he was while pacing back and forth in front of the movie theater ticket booths. I turned around to walk back to the other side of the booths when I walked straight into the chest of a tall man. I dropped my phone in surprise and yelped slightly. How embarrassing, I thought. The tall guy, being less startled then I, bent down and picked my phone up and handed it back. I quickly glanced at his faced, curly dark hair in a beanie, brown eyes, and a slight beard. Then I stammered out an apology.

“It’s okay. I hope your phone’s okay,” he replied calmly. He flashed me a quick smile and then my phone dinged. It was my date, saying that he couldn’t make it and that he was sorry. My face fell and I glanced around trying to decide what to do now. My eyes caught on the guy who’d picked up my phone. He was looking back at me with a slight smile as he stood by the ticket booths. I tried to smile back, but I think it came out more as a grimace. The guy was with four other people, two other guys, one of which had blue hair, and two girls, the blonde was holding the hand of the other dark haired guy. I bet they’re going to have a fun evening, unlike me, I thought. I looked at the movies that were showing that evening; The Space Between Us, Rings, Youth in Oregon, etc. I was supposed to see Rings with my date. I normally hate horror movies, but if I’m with someone I’m okay. I didn’t know if I should still go see it. I’d heard people say that it’s really good and really creepy. Well I might as well still try and watch it, if I don’t like it I can just leave. I shouldn’t let my stupid date spoil my night out, I thought decisively.

I bought myself a ticket and some sour patch kids and walked into the theater. I walked down the left side row looking for a seat near the wall and away from anyone. I sat down and opened my candy, but waited to eat them until the movie actually started. As I was waiting, I looked around to see who had come to see the movie. Sitting in the middle and a bit behind me, was the guy I had run into and his friends. I quickly glanced away before he saw me looking at him. He’s not too bad looking now that I actually look at him, I thought with a smile. Then the movie started and I instantly regretted everything. I hate horror movies and this movie was so fricking creepy and scary. I kept jumping at the slightest thing. I was also extremely self-conscious and uncomfortable. Maybe I should just leave. This is sooo not worth it, I thought looking around. Just when I had mustered the courage to get up and leave, someone sat down next to me. I looked over stunned and realized that it was the guy I had walked into earlier. My face turned red and I looked down at my sour patch kids.

“I’m guessing you’re not a fan of scary movies,” the guy asked, sort of matter-of-factly.

“Uh no, not especially. I was supposed to be with someone, but they didn’t come,” I said, hoping that it was dark enough that the guy couldn’t see my red, embarrassed face. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him looking at me and I glanced at him quickly and then back to my candy. I decided to be nice and offered some to him, he took some and then introduced himself as Tyler.

“I’m (Y/N),” I said. He smiled and then focused his attention back to the movie. I glanced back at his friends that he had left for me and saw that they were all glancing between myself and Tyler and then to each other. They were all grinning for some reason. I focused back on the movie and continued to eat the sour patch kids. As soon as I did that, a jump scare happened. I wanted to run away and bury myself in a pile of blankets.

“God dammit,” I muttered while focusing on the candy.

“Hey (Y/N), you’re okay. Don’t worry – I’ll protect you from the scary monsters,” he said with a smirk. Is he making fun of me? I’m not some wimpy girl that needs protecting, I thought bitterly. First my date stood me up and now this guy I don’t know if making fun of me for not liking the movie. I stood up and walked out of the theater, probably with an angry look on my face. When I got out of the theater and into the fresh air, I leaned my head against the wall. God damn everything today, I thought dejectedly. Today had been such a bad day, all I wanted to do was go to bed.

“Hey,” a voice startled me out of my thoughts and I spun around looking for the source. It was the guy I had run into, Tyler.

“Yes? What? Need to make me jump some more so you can laugh?” I said harshly. He looked hurt, but I wasn’t in the mood to be nice.

“I wasn’t making fun of you in there. I was trying to help,” he said quickly. I sneered in response. “I don’t like horror movies either. I only went because my friends dragged me along. I saw you jumping during the movie and I thought that having someone next to you might be comforting and when I said the thing about protecting you from the monsters… well I don’t really know why I said that. I think I was just trying to sound cool or brave…”

“Oh. That’s actually a really nice thought,” I muttered slightly astounded. Here I was thinking he was a total jerk and actually he was trying to be nice to me. Damn, I thought looking him over more closely. He was tall and sturdily built. His hands were dancing around as he tried to decide what to do with them. Little curly bits of his hair poked out of his grey beanie and he had a slight beard forming along his jaw line. His eyes were a soft brown with real compassion shining through them.

“I’m sorry I was so rude to you,” I said remembering how I snapped at him. “I’ve had a really bad day, and then my date stood me up, and then I thought you were making fun of me and I was just not in the mood for that…”

“It’s okay. Totally understandable. Everyone has bad days, I just didn’t want to add to it,” he said, a smile coming back to his face. I realized how nice his lips looked and I couldn’t help but bite my own. Then I gave myself a quick mental slap and looked around.

“Um so uh, I don’t want to keep you from the movie. I’m sure your friends are wondering where you are,” I stuttered out.

“Eh, it’s fine. I wasn’t into the movie anyways. Would you mind if I kept you company? We could get a drink or some food… or we could just walk around,” he said glancing around.

“A walk would be good. Maybe that’ll calm me down.”

“Shall we then?” he said motioning down the street. I nodded and then started walking. I realized I still had the sour patch kids in my hand so I ate one and then offered some to Tyler. He took a few and looked at the street thoughtfully. I kept glancing at him from the corner of my eye as we shared the sour patch kids. We walked in silence until we came to a playground with a swing set. I immediately headed straight for it without waiting to see if Tyler would follow. Luckily he did follow and he laughed slightly as he saw where I was going. I smirked to myself and sat on one of the swings and started to rock myself back and forth. I kept my eyes trained on my feet, but I could feel Tyler watching me.

“You know, you’re really pretty. And I mean like gorgeous pretty,” he said slightly awkwardly. I glanced over at him smiling. He was blushing, but also smiling. I stood up and slowly walked in front of him. I had a half smirk, half smile on my face.

“You really think I’m pretty?” I said with a devious smile. He swallowed as he quickly glanced at me. Then he took a breath and steeled his face.

“Yes I do,” he said matter-of-factly. I slowly advanced on Tyler until he was standing up, but leaning backwards on the swing seat and I was directly in front of him. He kept glancing at my lips and I bit mine as I looked at his. I took another step forward and leaned forward until our lips were almost touching, but then I stopped. I looked at his eyes until he made eye contact with me, and then I turned around and walked away towards the jungle gym. I could only imagine the look on his face. I looked over my shoulder and he was still standing/leaning on the swing watching me. I climbed up the jungle gym until I was leaning against a pole on an upper platform. I looked back at Tyler and gave him a big mischievous grin. He shook his head and smiled back. Then he followed me up the jungle gym. He leaned against a pole opposite me, but didn’t approach. Boys are used to girls going to them, but I like to make the guy come to me.

“I’m not going over there if that’s what you’re waiting for,” I said with a smirk.

“What if I’m just admiring the view,” he said with his own smirk. After another moment he pushed off the pole and approached me. He put his hands on the jungle gym on either side of me, giving me nowhere to run to. He stared intently at my eyes and I refused to break contact with his or move a muscle. Surely enough, he broke contact and glanced at my lips. I licked them and smirked again. His eyes glowed like embers and he slowly moved his face closer to mine. He stopped right before our lips touched and he stayed there, refusing to move further. I looked into his eyes and then I closed the distance. His lips were soft and the kiss was slow at first. Then I broke the kiss off, but I didn’t move away. I waited – feeling the tension of the moment, and then he grabbed my neck and the back of my head and kissed me with all the passion and tension that was in his eyes. I kissed him back with all the pent up emotion I felt and the butterflies that Tyler made me feel in my stomach.

After a few moments, a mixture of shouts and laughter erupted from the street. Tyler pulled back, but didn’t let go of my neck. He didn’t turn around, he just bent his head in what seemed to be embarrassment.

“Damn them,” he muttered. Then he looked back up and me and planted another kiss on my lips. “Those are my friends. They’re very nice people, but they’re also very loud and sort of nosy. Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” I laughed. I peered around him and sure enough his friends from the movie theater were standing by the entrance to the park. Smiles were visible on all of their faces. Tyler sighed and then turned around.

“Hey guys… How was the movie?”

Harry: Hey Draco, are you going to bed? Mind if I Slytherin?

Draco: Oh my god Harry that is literally so terrible

Harry: You must be magical because I’ve fallen under a sleep spell

Draco: Did the Weasley twins put you up to this?

Harry: You must be a horcrux because you complete me

Draco: What the fuck am I dating

A deal with the Devil (part 1)

Summary: The reader is pregnant, and a witch hits her with a spell that slowly kills her child. The only cure seems to be Lucifer, but Dean does not want her to get into trouble. So the reader asks for help from his father, Crowley, the King of Hell.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Pregnant!Reader

Characters: Reader, Lucifer, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Crowley, Rowena (mentioned)

Word Count: 2000 (approximately)

Warning: Angst, more angst.

A/N: I write this for the Ana’s “Shit My Patients Say” Challenge, by this beautiful >>>  @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms 
My prompts are:
8. “My friend said I couldn’t do it so I had to prove them wrong.”
22. “My family has a recipe to fix this.”
So, I hope you like it!


“What have you done to me?”
“A curse. But you can also call it ‘a step away from death’.”
“What have you done!?” I shout louder; I feel the tears wet my face.
“You’re dying.. indeed, no. Your child is dying. So delicate.. but there is a cure. The blood of a powerful heals your child. The blood of an archangel. ”
I look down, my gaze is pure horror; I can’t breathe. The blood of an archangel..
“..ops, too bad they’re all dead.”


“Dean..”
“No. Y/n, it’s impossible for me to allow you to do such a thing.”
“But, Dean..”
“We’ll find another way.”
“There is no other way!”
A few days ago, a witch gave me a curse. My baby is slowly dying, and I feel his heart beat more and more slowly. I can’t stay calm to do nothing, I can’t kill my baby; our baby, mine and Dean’s. Because he doesn’t understand? Dean paces nervously back and forth to the library, and observe him, I get dizzy. We need to talk to Lucifer; the witch said that the only cure to save our son is the blood of an archangel. But they are all dead: Gabriel, Raphael, Michael.. but Lucifer, he was an archangel before his fall, and he still has archangel’s blood in his veins. The problem is that Lucifer doesn’t want to talk to anyone but me. And Dean doesn’t want me to put me in trouble.
“Lucifer will be closed in his cage, with me there will be Crowley, and Rowena. Nothing will happen to me.”
“I said no. End of the matter, Y/n.”
I try to think even once Dean, but it’s useless. I breathe slowly, trying to keep calm. I understand that he’s worried about me, and for the child. But there will be no danger to me.
“How can you say such a thing? It is what our son is dying! Will not you save him?”
“Of course I want to save it, damn it!” I jump when Dean makes a fist on the table; he licks his lips, and then looks at me.
“I’ll find another way to save it. But we’re not going to Lucifer; I will talk to Rowena. Maybe she knows what to do.”
Dean lays a kiss on my forehead, and after taking his jacket, he comes out of the bunker. He doesn’t know that I have already spoken with Rowena, and she knows no other way, that talk to Lucifer.
I go into the kitchen to drink some water, and I find Sam with a book in his hands, as he reads. When he sees me, Sam puts the book on the table and coming toward me; he wrapped his long arms around my body, and I without thinking twice, I make tiny against his body. Dean and I have quarreled violently, and we screamed. Sam will have definitely heard the whole conversation.
“Are you okay?”
I would answer yes, but clearly it is not. Since Dean has known the child, chaos reigns in the bunker. Every day there is a reason for strife and shouting at us against.. Should I be happy that he cares about me, but the fact that he does remain closed to me all the time in the bunker to do nothing, is like torture for me. And now after all this time that I came out of the bunker, we hunted a bitch witch; we killed her, but it didn’t do anything. A curse like the one that launched her, doesn’t go away with her death.
“No, Sam. I’m tired..” I say, as small tears fall down my face.
“I just wanted to help Sam.. I didn’t want to stay forever locked in a bunker. And now my baby is dying.. and it’s my fault. ”
“Y/n, it’s okay.. we will find a way to save him.”
“Don’t you understand that the only way to save it’s Lucifer!?” I yelled, pushing away from me Sam. He looks at me with his usual sad look, but he says nothing. I know he thinks like Dean; he doesn’t want release Lucifer again, after all that has happened. But how do they not understand that there is only one possible cure, and it is him?“
I moved away from him, and I run to my room. I lock myself in the room, and I throw myself on the bed, with tears in my eyes.
“Hey puppy. Everything okay?”
I open my eyes, and I sit on the bed to see who it is. Although I already recognize his voice.
“Crowley.”
The King of Hell is approaching me, and sits on the bed beside me. I keep my distance from him, and alert.
“What are you doing here?”
“My dear daughter, you called me.”
“It’s not true.”
“Yes, rather.” Crowley said, looking into my eyes. I look down; I have really been calling him? I cannot even admit it to myself. Dean and Sam don’t want me to talk with Lucifer, but if I do..
“I want to talk to Lucifer.”
Crowley smiles, and getting out of bed, he wanders around the room, rummaging through my things. Then he turns to me and looks at me with his usual air of superiority.
“Excuse me?”
“I need to talk to him.”
The smile disappears from the face of Crowley; he comes close to me again, and looks at me.
“Why should I?”
“A witch hit me with a curse. And my baby is dying. Lucifer is the one who can save him. Please..” I get up and shake hands Crowley in mine. I know he is not a person you can trust 100%, but he’s still my father, and like it or not, my child is also part of his family.
Crowley closes his eyes and sighs; he takes my arm, and with a snap of the fingers, we find ourselves in his ‘headquarters’. I look Crowley and I thank him with the gaze. I breath deeply: it’s time to talk to the devil himself.


“What a surprise Y/n.. I thought that you hadn’t the courage to see me again.”
I approached the cage; Lucifer is in its interior, thanks to a Rowena’s spell. His eyes are fixed on me, his satisfied smile makes me nauseous.
“My friend said I couldn’t do it so I had to prove them wrong.”
His laughter echoes in the air, like an annoying hiss that doesn’t want to quit. I make a step forward to get closer to the cage, but then I remember the words of Rowena.
Don’t get too close.
“Tell me Y/n, how is the little devil in your tummy?”
I shudder at his words; how does he know I’m pregnant? Lucifer wanders in his prison, with the grin on his face. I take a few steps back, and I turn to go away; how stupid. It wasn’t a good idea to summon him, Dean was right. What made me think that Lucifer will give me his blood to save my baby, without wanting something in return?
“You sure you want to go? Didn’t you want to know how to save your little devil?”
“Stop calling him that.”
“Oh, but it is. You are the beloved daughter of Crowley, and you’ve got demon blood in the veins. Not to mention the baby’s father..”
I press my hands over the ears to stop hearing his words, but the voice of Lucifer continues to echo in my head, as if he were talking to my own mind.
“Who knows what will come out of the son of a half-demon, and one that kills people..”
“I said stop!”
I make a few steps toward the cage, and in a moment, Lucifer leans toward me. I feel his hands holding my arms, and in a blink of an eye, I am in the cage with him. I opened my eyes, I feel the breath fail me; I push away Lucifer from me, and I scream the Crowley’s name. I see the King of Hell quickly approaching Rowena, look for a way to get me out.
“Hmm, what’s wrong?”
Meanwhile, Lucifer is getting closer to me, I feel his breath on my neck.
“Sorry darling.. I felt so alone.”
Suddenly I turn, I wrap my hands around the collar of his shirt, and slam him against the cage. He didn’t seem to worry about, in fact, he laughs louder. Almost as if he was enjoying.
“Get me out of here!” I scream at him, while I try to stay calm. But I can’t; I begin to panic, and Lucifer rests a hand on my back.
“Ssh calm baby, you’ll be a heart attack.”
I close my eyes, and I do some deep breaths; I’m a stupid, stupid, stupid. I would have had to listen to Dean, stay by his side, trying to understand him. And instead, I’m locked in a cage with the devil, and I haven’t even had the opportunity to apologize to Dean, for what has happened with the witch. I feel the tears forming in my eyes when I hear again the voice of Lucifer in my head.
“So.. you want or not to save your child? You know, my family has a recipe to fix this.
I raise my eyes, which meets that of Lucifer; I know that the 'recipe’ of which he speaks, is its blood. He smiles at me, knowing exactly now he can control myself. I approach him, trying not to cry; I must be strong, for Dean, for our son.
“What do you want in return?”
Lucifer smiles and slowly approaching me; suddenly I hear a voice shouting my name, I turn around and I see Dean, out of the cage, with a mixed look of worry and despair. Sam is on the side of Crowley and Rowena, and try to get me out; soon they will find a spell, and I will not have the chance to save my son, if I don’t move. So, I turn to Lucifer, and I walk closer to him, so that they don’t hear us.
“Help my baby, and I’ll do whatever you ask.”
At first hesitant, then Lucifer approaches me with a smirk on his face, and his lips touching my ear. I widened my eyes when I hear the words of Lucifer; I would like to take a step back and think about his request, but I don’t have the time, and for my baby.. I’d do anything.
“We have a deal, Y/n?”
“Okay.” I can only say these words, then it all happens in a moment; the hands of Lucifer brushes my stomach, and a light escapes from them. I feel my heart beating faster and faster, and my head is spinning. I close my eyes, the cage seems to spin faster and faster.
“Don’t forget me, darling.”
I open my eyes, and Lucifer winks at me; I try to say something, but suddenly I feel an invisible force pushing me to the bars of the cage, and away from Lucifer; within seconds I’m out, in the arms of Dean.
“Y/n, you’re right?”
“The baby.. is fine.”
The head begins to turn again, and then, the dark.


When I wake up, I’m back in my room, to the bunker. Dean is near me, and when he sees that I have opened my eyes, he smiles.
“Y/n, how are you?”
I get up out of bed, and I sit next to him; I embrace him, and I feel the tears slowly down my face.
“I’m so sorry, Dean. It was all my fault; before the witch, then Lucifer.. I should listen to you.”
“Shh, it’s okay. Now it’s all over. Our baby is fine.” Dean says, massaging my back. He puts his lips on mine, and his thumbs wipes my face with tears.
“Lucifer is still in the cage, and will not come out. You and I will have our baby. Everything will be fine.”
I smiled, trying to hide my concern. I squeeze in his arms, and again, I hear the words of Lucifer echoing in my head.
When the baby is born, I will come pick you up. And you’ll have to choose. Or you, or the child.

A deal with the Devil (part 2)


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Jealousy Pt3

Word Count: 1974

    A/N: oh my gosh again with the angst. I’m hoping that maybe part 4 will be the end, I just have so many things I want to put into this series! I’d love to know your feedback, and if you have any requests please let me know! Hope you enjoy!

    “Someone text you?” Y/N asked.

    “Yeah, Jughead.” he said, and he watched as her face fell. He opened the text, and sighed.

    “What does it say?” she asked quietly.

    “Please tell me Y/N is okay. I really messed up with her and I can’t stand the thought that I hurt her. I love her Archie, and I think I’m ready to admit it.” Archie read the text out loud, and Y/N backed up to the couch slowly.

    “He…he what?” she whispered. Archie’s heart fell, how could he give her up after tonight. She obviously felt something, why else would she almost kiss him. Or was it out of desperation? Only time would tell.

                         _______

    It had been two days since the incident at the diner, and Y/N hadn’t talked to Jughead or Archie since then. Not only that, but she decided to skip school for both those days, deciding that she just needed some time for herself.

She’s my cherry pie! Cool drink of water such a sweet surprise! Tastes so good make a grown man cry, Sweet Cherry Pie!

    Y/n rolled over on her bed and turned off her alarm, and stared at the ceiling.

    “Nope, I can’t do this today, I’m staying home.” she mumbled, turning onto her side and closing her eyes. She fell asleep quickly.

“Jughead?” she asked, as the raven haired boy walked to her. He grabbed her hand and they walked together into the diner. He pulled her to his favourite booth in the back and they sat side by side. She snuggled into his chest, and he typed away on his laptop, occasionally leaning down and kissing her forehead. She looked up at him, and he met her gaze. She stared lovingly up into his eyes and he leaned down and planted a kiss to her lips. She closed her eyes, relishing in the moment. When she opened them again, she was met with a red headed boy in a letterman jacket. He smiled down at her, and winked.

    “Y/N! Get up!” she heard someone yell. Slowly she woke up, blinking as the light burned her eyes. She stared up at the figure hovering above her, and sure enough, it was Archie. “You need to get up, sleepyhead. Your ass is not sleeping all day.” he teased.

    “Archie leave me be.” she said, burying her head into her comforter. He quickly ripped it away from her and she groaned. “Andrews I swear to god I will end you!” she said, trying to sound annoyed, but secretly she was enjoying the company.

    “That wasn’t me.” Archie said, leaning against the door frame. Just then a weight dropped onto the other side of the mattress sending her up into the air with a shriek. She landed next to the weight, which had been Kevin. He laughed as she punched his shoulder. “Are you going to get up now?” Archie asked.

    “Nope.” Y/N stubbornly said, crossing her arms across her chest. Archie started towards her bed, and she quickly scrambled into Kevin’s arms, and buried herself into his side. “Save me from the ginger!” she yelled. Kevin wrapped his arms around Y/N.

    “You heard the girl, I have to help her.” Kevin teased and Archie groaned, sitting on the bed. “By the way, this is a nice place you’ve got here, Y/N. You live here alone?” Kevin asked.

    “Yeah, why?” she answered, unsure where the conversation was going.

    “Mind if I borrow it from time to time. I’ve got stuff I wanna do without my dad home.” Kevin said, winking down at her. Y/N rolled her eyes, and suddenly four others barged themselves into the room.

    “Sorry Kevin, she’s actually got a roommate.” Jughead said. Y/Ns gaze shot up at him, feeling the butterflies in her stomach she got anytime he was around her. As much as she hated to admit it, she missed that feeling the last couple of days. He was standing behind Betty, Veronica and Cheryl.

    “Hi Y/N.” Cheryl said, giving a sweet smile Y/N had never seen. At least not directed to her at least. She nodded a response to Cheryl, and her attention went right back to Jughead. As her gaze went back to him, she caught him staring. He smiled at her, and she quickly looked over to Betty and Veronica. The room became silent, and the seven of them stood there in a small cramped room not saying anything.

    “You going to school today?” Veronica asked, breaking the silence.

    “Nah, it’s Friday and I don’t feel like wanting to jump off a bridge today.” Y/N joked, and everyone nodded and laughed.

    “Well in that case, we’ll skip with you.” Betty said cheerily. Y/N shook her head furiously.

    “Betty, your mom will actually kill you if you skip, same with yours Cheryl. And your dad will Kevin, and so will yours Archie. And Jughead…” Jughead perked up at the sound of you saying his name. He missed the way you said it the last couple of days, it felt like home in your voice. “You need the education.”

    “Are you trying to say I’m stupid?” Jughead asked, faking offense. Y/N jumped off the bed and walked over to Jughead. She whacked him upside the head and rolled her eyes.

    “No, I’m saying you guys need to go to school. You’re smart Juggie, so be smart enough to make the decision to go.” He pretended to think about it for a second, and sighed.

    “Yeah, I don’t think so.” he said, dropping his backpack on the floor. Y/N glared up at him, and he laughed.

    “So, are you gonna let us stay or what?” Veronica asked. Y/N turned to her, and Betty gave a pleading smile.

    “Please let us stay!” She begged. Y/N thought about it for a second. She looked around at the room full of people who came to see her, to check in on her. They cared for her, which isn’t something she could say about her old family, not that they mattered, she had a new one. And they were crowding her room.

    “Make yourselves at home.” Y/N said, and everyone smiled. “But I’m not going down for the blame if any of your parents find out.” she teased.

    “Don’t worry, we’ll take the blame.” Archie said, laying down on Y/Ns bed. He turned his head over to the tv that sat in front of her bed, and he quickly sat up. “Damn you have a nice tv in here!” he said.

    “If you live alone, how’d you even afford that?” Cheryl asked. Y/N knew she didn’t mean for it to come out snobby, but she felt a bit offended by the comment.

    “I stole it from my old house. My parents never used it anyways, they were always out. And besides, they have 2 others that are nicer.” Y/N laughed.

    “Did they even care?” Betty asked.

    “No, they didn’t care about the tv, they cared more about the PlayStation 3 I took with me. Plus all the games, there was no way in hell I was leaving that.” She pointed to under the tv, on the mini entertainment center. There sat a PlayStation 3 and a stack of games beside it. Everyone turned to Y/N shocked looks on their faces.

    “Isn’t that stealing? You could get in trouble for that!” Betty exclaimed.

    “No, its mine. My uncle gave it to me before he passed away.” Y/Ns voice caught in her throat. “He was the only reason I stayed where I was for so long. So when he passed, I packed everything and left.” Everyone’s faces fell, and Y/N gave a nervous laugh. “It’s alright guys, I promise.”

    “Little Big Planet, Valkyria Chronicles, Fallout New Vegas…” Archie named off the games he saw, throwing them on the bed.

    “Hey be careful with Fallout! That ones my favourite!” Y/N said, quickly grabbing the game and holding it to her chest. Jughead laughed, and Y/N turned her head to smile up at him because he was the only one who would know that, but when she looked over, him and Betty where talking in the corner standing rather close. Kevin leaned over to Y/N.

    “I’m surprised you’re taking it so well.” Kevin whispered. “With you being madly in love with him and all.” Y/N turned to face him, and Kevin swallowed hard seeing the confusion written on her face.

    “What am I taking well?” She asked. Kevin put his finger up to his lips and shushed her.

    “Be quiet, I didn’t know you had no idea. Just drop it.” he said.

    “Kevin you are never one to drop the subject of gossip, now tell me what I don’t know!” Y/N yelled, anger bubbling up. Everyone in the room stared over to Y/N. She stood to the side of her bed with her fists balled up.

    “Kevin you told her?” Betty asked, worry very present in her voice. Y/Ns gaze shot back to Betty, and then Jughead. Both of them looked guilty as all hell, and Y/N started to put pieces together, her heart breaking. Archie stood up from the bed, obviously confused as well, and Cheryl looked just as lost.

    “Y/N sweetie-” Veronica started but Y/N shoved her hand in her face.

    “Kevin…” she said slowly. “Tell me right now.” Kevin gulped, and slowly stood from the bed, his hands in the air.

    “Betty and Jughead kissed.” he whispered. Y/n fell silent and the room got eerily quiet.

    “I am so sorry…” Betty started. “I was helping him feel better and he helped me with my sister and things just happened! Please tell me you forgive me!” Betty begged. Y/N turned to the door and stormed out. Cheryl looked at Betty and Jughead, giving them shocked looks.

    “Damn that was low. Hell even I wouldn’t do that.” she said. She turned to the door and chased after Y/N. Archie looked over to Betty, and then Jughead as well. He watched as a tear rolled down Jugheads face.

    “Who kissed who first?” Archie asked. Betty looked back to Jughead, and he stared at the ground. “Was it you Jughead?” But he didn’t get an answer. Archie rolled his eyes at the raven haired boy and then looked to the blonde. “You both knew she was in love with him, you both knew she was hurting. Jughead, you said you were ready to tell her, what the hell happened?” Archie yelled .

    “I don’t know!” Jughead yelled. “It was a mistake, we both agreed that it was! I… I can’t tell you why it happened, I guess I was so heartbroken that she hadn’t talked to me in days that I needed something…. something to make me feel better, to feel wanted!”

    “Did you even try to call Y/N?” Archie asked. Jughead opened his mouth to say something, but no words could come out.

    “Don’t even start with me Archie! I heard you tell your football friends that you came super close to kissing Y/N that night after the diner!” Jughead argued, finally finding his voice.

    “But I didn’t go through with it, because I didn’t want to ruin what you had with her! Trust me, if I wasn’t half of the decent person I am now, I would have. And I wouldn’t break her heart over and over again.” Archie turned for the door, and stopped at the frame.

    “I’m going to give you a week to fix things with her before I come in and take her for my own. You better hope she takes you back.” Archie said before leaving.

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Originally posted by begavet

The Mask

a/n: this is just because i get cinderella vibes from “i don’t even know your name” and i’ve always wanted to go to a masquerade ball for some reason


The rapid knocking on your door distrubed your study session, causing you to groan. Standing up, you opened the door and saw your friend smiling brightly, pushing herself into your apartment. “Um, come in, why don’t you?” You asked, closing the door. “What’s up? Thought you had a meeting or something?”

“I didn’t need to stay.” She waved off that idea, and unlocked her phone. “But I got a text from Emily, and she said that there’s this masquerade thing next weekend and apperently a lot of people are going so I thought it would be a good idea if we went! You’re always complaining about not having a boyfriend so maybe this will be your chance to find one! And look really pretty, too!”

You laughed, sitting on your couch. “A masquerade ball?” You pondered the idea for a few moments. “Yeah, sure, I’ll go. Seems fun.”

“But there will be free drinks and- wait, did you say you’d go?” Your friend asked, stopping herself. Apparently she thought you wouldn’t want to go.

“Yeah, I could use some fun, and I think a masquerade ball would be really fun!” You nodded, picking up your book. “Now shoo, I need to study for a test.”

Your friend nodded, going to the door. “I’ll text you when we can go get dresses! And a mask! We need to wear masks!” She let herelf out of the apartment, and you rolled your eyes, excited for the party.

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Damon and Stefan x Human!Reader (Friendship)

Warnings: Kind of rlly fluffy

I sighed as I walked up to my front door, debating whether to go in or just run away. Making my choice, I slipped through the door and took off my shoes. I passed by my brother and mom, who were screaming at each other per usual, and trudged upstairs. 

I got to my room and laid down on my bed, curling up in a ball. “Hey sweetheart,” I heard my favorite vampire call out.Hey Damon,” I whispered, knowing that he could hear me just fine. “What’s wrong?” I shrugged my shoulders. “Just the usual. I’m stressing myself out about grades and my brother’s being a dick,” I explained. “Well in that case, why don’t we get out of here,” he suggested. I shook my head. “Why not,” he questioned. “I don’t feel like going out,” I told him. “We can just go over to my house, and I’ll use my vampire speed. I could even have Stefan pick dinner up for all of us,” he persuaded. I smiled into my pillow and turned to face him. “Okay.” “Yeah! Go ahead, hop on,” he said facing his back towards me and leaning down. I got on his back and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. He put his hands under my thighs and I buried my face in his neck. Wind started to burn against my cheeks and next thing I know we’re in Damon’s room. I hopped off his back and crawled into his bed. “Will you lay with me,” I asked him quietly. “Of course, that’s my favorite thing to do,” he exclaimed, making me giggle. He got into bed next to me and wrapped his arms around me, rubbing my back lightly. I wrapped my arms around his torso and rested my head on his chest. “Thank you,” I said. “Anything for you sweetheart,” he replied. Soon, I felt myself slip into a much needed slumber.

“Y/n,” I heard Damon whisper, shaking me lightly. “Mm, what,” I whispered back, my eyes still closed. “Stefan got dinner and we were gonna watch a movie, wanna join,” he asked. I opened one eye and pulled up the covers in his bed. “I guess so, just give me a minute,” I told him, trying to prepare myself for the harsh coldness I was about to embrace outside my nest of blankets. “Alright, we’re starting the movie in ten.” And with that he was gone. At least I thought he was gone. All of the sudden my warm covers were pulled off my body and I was in the arms of Damon Salvatore himself. I let out a shriek as I felt the cold air. “Damon it’s cold!” “Too bad,” he exclaimed spinning me around. I started to laugh and threw my head back. He stopped spinning after a couple minutes and put me down. “I’ll be right back, don’t move,” he demanded. I nodded my head. There was a gust of wind and then he was right back in front of me, but this time he had something in his hand. He held up one of Stefan’s football hoodies and I snatched it out of his hand, placing it over my cold body. “Thanks,” I thanked him. “Let’s go downstairs now,” he suggested. “Okay.”

 We walked down the stairs and into the living room. I sat myself down on the couch making myself comfortable while Damon disappeared into the kitchen. I heard Stefan come up behind me and turned around to be met with him having three carryout boxes from Mystic Grill. “Here you go Y/n,” Stefan said, handing me my favorite meal from the Grill. “Thanks Stef,” I thanked him, smiling brightly at him. He smiled back at me and rubbed the top of my head, messing up my hair. “Hey,” I exclaimed, scrunching my nose up while trying to fix my hair. I heard Damon chuckle and looked up to see him standing in the door way with a blanket and drinks. I patted the seat next to me, signalling him to sit next to me. Damon sat down and placed the blanket over me and himself. Stefan sat on the other side of me and took some of the blanket too. He grabbed the remote and turned on one of my favorite movies. Damon wrapped his arm around my shoulder and I situated myself so I could place my feet in Stefan’s lap. “Thanks guys,” I told them quietly. “No problem princess,” Stefan replied. “Anything for you sweetheart,” Damon whispered for the second time today.  “Hey is that my sweatshirt,” Stefan asked. “What? Pft, that’s ridiculous Stef. I would never do that,” I rambled. Stefan let out a sigh. “God, I’m never getting that sweatshirt back.” “No, no you’re not,” I confessed.