i love everybody at this bar

Behind the Scenes AU

-Behind the scenes of BNHA, there are just a bunch of actors and actresses attempting to look like they have superpowers and sometimes failing miserably at their own stunts. Their love for each other is still the same though. c:

-Every time Izuku disappears in the makeup artist’s room, a small crowd of the other actors and crew form outside. After sometimes an hour or two (prob more tbh), Izuku will stumble out with exaggerated limping and show off his “mangled” body parts. He’s had to break his bones so many times in this series, he’s used to the amount of makeup they have to put on him. The others always laugh and suggest ways he might’ve hurt himself this badly in real life.

-Izuku: “I dunno, it’s gotta be hard to hurt myself like this without a power. …maybe get hit by a train. Five times.”

-Kiri gets made fun of because his sharp teeth are actually real. The first time they met him to read through the first script, he smiled all wide and five people gasped.

-Ochako asked him if he filed them that way or if he has a hard time brushing his teeth. Izuku wanted to know allllll about his crazy dentist experiences. And Denki just walked up, stuck his fingers in Kiri’s mouth and went “HOLY SHIT THEY’RE SHARPER THAN I THOUGHT!”
Kiri: “DENKI STOP–MMMMPH!”

-When he’s not playing his explosive, angry character, Katsuki is actually one of the most loved actors in the whole group. He’s super friendly and playful, and helps everyone a lot. (He’s still an overachiever and he still swears like a sailor though)

-The oddest thing for them to watch is the transition from a bullying scene to when Izuku and Katsuki fall out of character. The minute a scene is over, Izuku will laugh and say something like “you had me scared for a second, Kacchan!” or “great job, I really thought you were gonna kill me for a minute.” Katsuki always grins and ruffles Izuku’s hair, before asking for water because “i am going to destroy my fucking voice if i have to shout at someone one more time.”

-As actors, Izuku and Katsuki are best friends, and they meet to read scripts a lot, or discuss ways to act through scenes. They get along really well and aren’t above hugging each other or showing up in each other’s clothes on set. (Not that they’re like dating or anything lol theytotallyare ANYWAY) There have been times when Izuku had to comfort Katsuki after a particularly harsh scene, because it hurts Katsuki sometimes to say such awful things to Izuku.

-Out of character, Shinsou is basically Aizawa, minus the sleeping bag. He has shown up near-late to read-throughs, in pajama bottoms, with a blanket, coffee, and muttering, “when can i sleep again” He naps all the time. He can fall asleep on anything, anywhere. He doesn’t know how to explain why he likes it so much, they’ve just accepted that if you can’t find Shinsou anywhere, he’s probably hiding in a place where he can sleep.

-Places Shinsou has fallen asleep: slumped over his dressing room table, in a chair, during read-throughs, on car rides, in Izuku’s lap, on Katsuki’s back while he was being carried, leaning against a wall, on the floor. The boy has no shame.

-As an actor, Shouto is the quiet one of the group. But he still strangely doesn’t mind getting into any of the ridiculous pranks or funny situations with the other actors at all. And he can be hilarious too. He is accidentally sarcastic with people. He doesn’t mean to be, but it comes out that way.

-“Shouto, Kiri told me I look ugly in this, but I think he’s wrong.”
“……what do you want from me”
“Tell me how it looks!”
“Oh. …..I thought Kiri already did.”

-Shouto also has a strange way of not practicing too much, but then going out, winging it, and acting like he’s freaking become the character. He’s made the other actors and actresses cry while watching his more emotional scenes. It’s very adorable to praise him after this, because his quiet mask breaks into a little smile and he just mumbles “thank you.”

-He has a not-so-tiny crush on the Wonder Duo, but refuses to tell anyone or admit it out loud. But he always hangs around them and when Izuku and Katsuki started talking to him, he lit up. He isn’t nearly as quiet or cold with them, he loves talking to them. Izuku and Katsuki love it too; Shouto will talk a lot with them, but his voice is still soft and it is the most endearing thing. Shouto blushes like a fool whenever they compliment him and could spend hours discussing the intricate details of Izuku’s eyes or Katsuki’s hair.

-Kiri: “Okay, new challenge! Everybody trade characters with someone else and be that character for the rest of the day! You can’t break character! Winner gets this chocolate bar I stole from Aizawa. Got it?”

Katsuki: “You wanna trade, Izuku?”

Shouto: “Can Izuku even become that mean?”

Izuku: “FUCK YES, OUT OF MY WAY HALF-AND-HALF BASTARD, I WILL FUCKING DESTROY YOU ALL.”

Shouto: “….oh my god.”

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mood: Eliot advising Hardison to be more assertive in his relationship with Parker, realising he’s the one asserted over the whole evening, ending up secretly proud of it.

and indeed there will be time

steve trevor/diana prince | wonder woman | fix it fic

title insp [x]

“Steve Trevor. Alive.” Chief kicked at a stone, sending it flying into the darkness. “Hope yet remains.”  

She walked beside him, hands in her coat pockets. The ache in her chest had lessened somewhat, after having told her old friend everything, but the bitterness lingered.

Steve was alive but had returned to her a blank slate, the memories of their time together lost in whatever events that led to him returning to this world.

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  • chloe price has lived her whole life in a judgmental small town attending a judgmental corrupt school
  • she is a lesbian
  • her family is poor as fuck
  • her father, who she loved more than anybody, dies in a brutal car crash when she is only 13 or 14
  • her best and only friend moves away and ghosts out of her life immediately after this
  • her mother bans all memory of her father and very quickly starts dating another man
  • this man puts surveillance in her home and physically and verbally abuses her regularly
  • even upon hearing this from chloe, her mother still demands that she accepts, respects and likes david
  • chloe is literally left with nobody to support her cope with all of this
  • she obviously develops mental illnesses upon the trauma and neglect, and turns to drugs and self-harm, and absolutely nobody notices or cares
  • rachel amber aka the only other friend she ever makes - in her eyes - vanishes without a word leaving chloe wondering whether she is even alive
  • when in reality rachel got drugged raped assaulted murdered and buried in a plastic sack
  • nathan drugs her in a bar, kidnaps her and tries to take dark room pics of her
  • and then finally chloe gets murdered in a school bathroom, thinking that everybody she has ever loved has abandoned her
  • and y’all are still at our asses about what a whiny manipulative evil bitch chloe is and that she should “suck it up” and “stop being so selfish”
  • i hate anybody who does not have compassion for chloe price i’m not kidding im taking this personal, it is personal to me and you disgust me
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I mean, I think everyone is always really surprised when we’re all just kind of young and fun and we all hang out and go to bars and play pool , and everyone thinks it’s the weirdest thing when they see us together. Because they go “Shouldn’t you be in a castle somewhere drawing up battle plans?” What’s most surprising ? Everybody takes the piss out of Kit. It’s really fun, though. He loves it!

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“Everybody sort of realizes that ‘The Imperial March’ is hidden inside ‘Anakin’s Theme’ somewhere. But I don’t think people realize just how much it’s in there. It’s in there from the opening bars…

“There is a cool thing in ‘Attack of the Clones,’ where you have the love theme for Padmé and Anakin which is essentially a melding of the Luke theme and the Leia theme which will be so important later in the next trilogy… So literally, if you take this leap for Luke, that leap for Leia, chop it in half, go to the note right between (= plays ‘Across the Stars’).

OMG! This is freaking BRILLIANT!

HIDDEN STARS | PT.1 [M]

pt1 | pt2 | pt3 | pt4 | pt5 | + | (completed)

pairing: jungkook x reader 

genre: angst, smut / idol au

word count: 9,925

description: It started out simple, but when your feelings start to grow for the idol who isn’t allowed to date, things get complicated. 

You could feel the music pulsing around your body as you swayed in time with the beat. There were packs of dancing figures surrounding you, and you suddenly felt the need for a break from the suffocating atmosphere. You wiggled your way through the mob of people until you reached the outside, and took in a relieved breath; but you immediately regret it because your lungs are instantaneously filled with cigarette smoke from the abundance of lounging celebrities.

You had somehow managed to make it into the VIP section of the club that night, probably due to the short red dress that hitched higher and higher up your legs with every movement you made. It was strange, every time you turned your head there was another famous person catching your eye. You weren’t too into celebrity culture, but you couldn’t help but find it kind of surreal seeing all these people that were usually just pictures in a magazine, or pixels on a screen, standing right before your eyes.

You couldn’t stop the fit of coughing that overtook you, as you tried to expel the rancid smoke that had invaded your body. You stumbled forward slightly, as you tried to make your way to the bar for a drink, when you suddenly feel a hand being placed on your back. You whip your head to the side to try and politely ask the stranger to not touch you, but when his face comes into view all of your words are lost.

There was no mistaking his raven black hair that paired with his fiery eyes, which contrasted greatly with his cute bunny-like smile.

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She’s such an iconic and epic person and whatever she puts her hands on always turns to gold and I love the fact she expresses how she feels through her music as opposed to on twitter, through social media. It’s always been in such an epic and creative way and I really appreciate any artist who does that….and Taylor is really raising the bar and everybody else better take note.
—  Todrick Hall

in case you weren’t convinced that dani has the world’s biggest, buffest heart, pls have this photo of him with one arm around cristiano as he smothers him with kisses and the other refusing to let go of isco

City of stars
Just one thing everybody wants
There in the bars
And through the smokescreen of the crowded restaurants
It’s love
Yes, all we’re looking for is love from someone else
A rush
A glance
A touch
A dance

A look in somebody’s eyes
To light up the skies
To open the world and send it reeling
A voice that says, I’ll be here
And you’ll be alright

I don’t care if I know
Just where I will go
‘Cause all that I need is this crazy feeling
A rat-tat-tat on my heart

Think I want it to stay

—  City of Stars
Meet the Ackles

Aesthetic by the amazing @whatthecastiel

Pairing: Eventual Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, I mean c’mon, it’s me.

Summary: Reader is an actress on the show Supernatural, and is attending a convention in Houston, when she misses her flight back home, and ends up stranded in Texas. Her Co-Star, Jensen Ackles, being the gentleman he is, offers to let her stay with him and his family in Dallas. Y/N and Jensen are barely work friends, let alone close enough spend a week together at Jensen’s childhood home. Seeing Jensen with his family might just change how the reader feels about her “just on screen” love interest. 

A/N: Big thank you to my Beta’s @pinknerdpanda and @highonpastries You guys have been a huge help in me posting this! Also an even bigger thank you @whatthecastiel who worked hard to develop the beautiful aesthetic you see above! I know I was very picky about what I wanted, and it turned out beautifully! 

“So, which ship do you ship the most,” A fan wearing an ‘AKF’ shirt began after stepping up to the mic, “Destiel or Datilyn?”

You laughed a bit holding the mic down at your side, rubbing your lips while you thought about it. After countless auditions, you had managed to snag the role of Katilyn Taylor on the show ‘Supernatural’ a little less than a year ago, and had become a major hit with the fans. They loved your badass character, but more importantly, they had become obsessed with the underlying subtext between your character and Dean Winchester.

Though it had yet to become canon on the show, the fans loved Datilyn enough to extend your half season story-arc well beyond the season.

You bit your lip a little, raising the mic back up to your mouth, “Though I believe Dean and Katilyn have an undeniable connection, I gotta say I’m rooting for Destiel in the end.”

The crowd roared with laughter, a bunch of hollars, and a couple of boos erupted from the audience. You smiled back at the audience, laughing, looking at the big clock that was across the room.

“Houston, y’all have been great, and I hate to say this, but I believe my time here is up.” The audience booed at the idea of you leaving. “I know, I know, I would love to stay longer, but there’s more people back stage just waiting to come out and say hi!”

Screams and cheers deafened you as you turned around to see Misha walk out from behind the curtain. Misha smiled and gave you a quick hug as you handed the mic over to him.

“Daitlyn can suck it.” You heard Misha say as soon as you walked backstage. You shook your head at Misha’s diehard commitment to a fictional relationship.

That panel was the last thing you had on your schedule for the day and you couldn’t wait to get back to your room, and order room service, then sleep. You loved going to the conventions and meeting the fans, but it was tiring. You were just glad that you guys had the next week off from filming and you were able to go back to your apartment in Vancouver and just relax.

You had just gotten out of the elevator and were headed to your room when you heard two loud voices laughing and joking at the end of the hallway.

“Y/N!” You heard one of the deep voices call at you.

“Jared, Jensen, always a pleasure. I could hear you two running a muck from down the hallway.” You smiled at your co-stars.

“Don’t be a hater.” Jared said giving your shoulder a slight push, smiling down at you. “We’re gonna head to a bar down the street if you wanna come with us.”

You bit your lip as you contemplated the decision. “I’d love to, but I have an early flight tomorrow morning. Maybe next time.”

“That’s what you always say. C’mon, you never hang out with us offset.” Jared said as he started giving you Sam’s world famous puppy eyes.

“Jared, we’ve been over this.” You said sliding your room key out of your pocket. “You’re puppy eyes may work on everybody else, but they don’t work on me.”

“Dammit.” He smiled.

“It’s fine, bud. She’s too cool for us anyways.” Jensen teased, patting him on the back. “We’ll be at Dave’s just down the street if you decide to join us.”

“We’ll see.” You smiled, and waved them off as they walked down the hallway before finally entering your room. You flopped down onto your queen sized as the exhaustion waved over you. Screw food, you thought to yourself as you kicked off your shoes and shimmied out of your jeans, pulling the blanket tight over your body, before falling into blissful unconsciousness.

Jensen yawned as he walked down the hallway with a cup of coffee in his hand to his hotel room early the next morning. He slowed down his pace as he heard a string of profanities coming from your room, and peeked his head in the door that was already opened.

“Fuck- shit- fucking fuck!” He eyed you, as you paced around the room, throwing clothes into an open suitcase lying on the bed, holding your phone between your ear and shoulder. “Fuck- Yes! Hi! Sorry! I’m still here.”

Jensen lightly knocked on the door, gaining your attention for a brief second, you smiled at him and waved him in, holding the phone up to your ear, and standing up straight.

“Yes, I know that flight already took off, I’m trying to get the next flight back to Vancouver out of Houston.” Jensen plopped down on your bed as he watched you. “Okay, well what about out of Dallas? Yes, I’ll hold.”

You sighed pinching at the bridge of your nose. Jensen held out his coffee offering it to you. You accepted it, taking a quick sip, before gagging at the bitterness, and handing it back to him.

“Black coffee? What? Do you not enjoy happiness?” Jensen chuckled shaking his head, taking a large gulp of the hot drink.

“Yes, I’m still here.” You groaned.

“What?!? Are you serious? I can’t wait a week!” You smacked your hand to your forehead, “I know I missed my flight- is there seriously no other flight out? Not even on a different airline? Ugh. It’s fine. Yes, I’ll take the flight out of Dallas. Thank you very much. Good day.”

“I take it you missed your flight.” Jensen said taking a sip of his coffee.

You shot him a glare. “I forgot to set an alarm on my phone and overslept. And all the flights back to Vancouver are full, the soonest I can fly back home is in a week out of Dallas. I’ll be stuck in freaking Texas for another week!”

“Hey, what’s wrong with Texas?” He squinted at you, mocking offense. “It’s Texas, Y’all!”

“There’s nothing wrong with Texas.” You sighed. “I’m just frustrated. Because now I have to rent a car, drive to Dallas, and book a hotel room for a week. What am I even going to do for a whole week? I’m in Texas for God’s sake!”

“You really don’t like Texas, do you?” Jensen laughed amused by your new found resentment towards the Lone Star state.

“You know what I mean,” you rolled your eyes. “I’m going to be by myself for a whole week. I just don’t know what I’m going to do.”

“Well, uh,” Jensen began hesitantly. “My folks still live in Dallas, and I mean I was going to go to Austin and hang out with Jared and Gen, but you could come home with me. Drive the three hours to Dallas together, spend the week with my family, then we could fly back to Vancouver with me next Sunday.”

“It’s fine, Jensen. I couldn’t put your parents out like that, I wouldn’t want to bother them, and you already planned to spend the week in Austin. I couldn’t do that to you.”

“It’s fine. My parents love having company, and besides I see Jared all the time. We can spend a week apart. C’mon, it’ll be fun.”

“I don’t know.” You said avoiding eye contact with him. You really appreciated the offer, but you had only ever hung out with Jensen in a group setting onset or at the cons, you never actually spent time with him alone, so spending a two hour drive alone with him and meeting his parents would be a HUGE step in your friendship.

“C’mon Y/N. I know you don’t want to spend the next week alone in a hotel room.” He said standing up, and putting a hand on your shoulder. You looked up at him, into his emerald eyes, seeing his soft expression. “I’m not taking no for an answer. I will kidnap you if I have to.”

You smiled at him. “Okay. I’ll join you.”

“Awesome.” He grinned. “I’ll just go call my dad and let him know we’re coming, then I’ll meet you down in the lobby in a few hours.”

You watched him as he turned around walking outside your door, shutting it behind him. A week with Jensen Ackles? That should be interesting.


Part Two

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Jughead x Reader: Trouble in Paradise


Request:
Can you do an imagine were jughead says he doesn’t love the reader any more in a mean way and the reader attempts suicide and he goes to the hospital and realizes how much he loves her. If you’re ok with that👑👑👑


A/N: This prompt was hard to write because I have gone through anxiety and depression and have friends who go through these mental health issues as well. I know the character does not have these issues and just goes through an episode. I hope this doesn’t offend anyone, I am only writing about this because it was a request and sadly these scenarios actually happen in real life. I hope I did justice to the requestor’s vision. I know the request asked for Jughead to break up with them in a mean way, but I couldn’t vision that so I just like let it happen. I hope if you’re a reader and has these mental health issues you seek treatment and know that every day is a new chapter and there will always be a light in all that darkness if you search for it and I’m here for you and you are loved.
P.S: According to Cody you lose a women when you forget to cherish her (okay bye, hopefully you understand that and smile).  I added a list of songs there, that helped inspire this imagine. Also this one is quite long, but I hope you all love it!

Words: 2993

Summary: Reader parents are so complicated. Jughead and the reader are going through a rough patch in their relationship.

Spoilers: Somethings just deserve happy endings. :)

† WARNINGS! Depressing thoughts, signs of self-harm and drug abuse.   Please do not try these at home, if you ever need someone to talk to my inbox is open I love you and be careful.
Playlist:

Broken Home- 5 Seconds of Summer
Better off dead – Sleeping with Sirens
 Broken Ones- Jacquie Lee
 Is anybody out there- K’NAAN
 Broken over you- Grace Mitchell
 Dreaming with a broken heart – John Mayer
 Everybody Hurts- R.E.M
 Breathe Me- Sia
 Blackbird- India Jean-Jacques
 Between the Bars- Elliot Smith
 Drift- Emily Osment
 Invisible – 5 Seconds of Summer
 Get it Right- Glee
 Welcome to my life- Simple Plan
 Build You Up- Kim Taylor


Riverdale the town that was once your safe haven, the sign of hope and a new life. That was history. You arrived to the infamous ‘Town with Pep’ the year when you were about to enter fifth grade. At first you were mad at your parents for moving you away from your friends. You were a shy person, so the friends you had you were proud of making them. You knew the only reason you were moving was for your parents to get a fresh start. There had been problems with your parents’ marriage, and they decided to “fix” it by moving away from all the problems they said. 

You stayed in Riverdale ever since, you made friends with Archie, Betty, Kevin, Jughead and now Veronica. Though when you got there you were pretty lonely it was Jughead who invited you to play with them in the park. You lived right next to Jughead, so you became closer to him and he in return shared his friends with you. You were smitten with the brooding, mysterious writer. It wasn’t till the summer before your sophomore year where Jughead asked you to be his girlfriend. You accepted since you were madly in love with the guy and were surprised he actually returned the feelings you had for him.

Though sometimes life gets too good, you start wondering when it will come crashing down. You spoke too soon, it all came crashing down every second your parents never fixed anything between them. They suppressed everything and exploded, every night got worse and worse. Your parents started screaming,  and fighting again. They decided they were no longer in love.

How do you no longer love someone? You thought. Where does that feeling go? Will that ever happen to you and Jughead?

“(Y/N)? Hello?” your mother spoke across the table.

“Um, uh, yeah, what?” you spoke up as she distracted you from your thoughts.

“What your mother and I are saying” your father continued “Is that, we know this separation may not be easy for you, but it’s for the best” your father declared at the breakfast table while gently grabbing your hand.


“We tried to make it work, but once love is no longer there, you only do so much to try and repair a broken relationship” your mother confirmed.

“Okay, just if you guys keep fighting though, don’t include me, I want nothing to do with this and I am not leaving Riverdale or my friends and especially not Jug; I will not be your play toy when you end up fighting about who gets custody over me” you stated coldly standing up from your chair taking a toasted bread and an apple and left your home to get to school so you wouldn’t have to deal with them anymore.

“Hey Babe” Jughead commented as you climbed down the steps of your front porch.

“Hey Juggie” you cheered as you handed him the toast and he grabbed you by the hand.

“So what’s the verdict this time?” Jughead challenged since he saw your tired expression that didn’t budge from your face.

“They finally decided to get a divorce” you croaked with a single tear escaping your eye.

“I mean it’s for the best, I am just so tired of the cheating and the screaming” you stated boldly trying to hide the fact that it was breaking you apart.

How could they even stay together this long if they didn’t love other? What was going to happen to you? You weren’t ready to waking up to a more broken home? There was going to be only one parent you woke up to? No more screaming, No more fighting, No more love. If love runs out, when will your parents stop loving you, is Jughead’s love also going to run out?


“Hey sleepyhead” Betty chimed in at the sidewalk, you didn’t notice her ever joining you and Jughead “Rough night?” she questioned.

Rough Life you thought to yourself, but what came out of your lips was “Yeah, you know the usual” and Betty pulled you in for a small hug as you entered Riverdale High.

Every single one of your friends knew about your parent troubles and you didn’t know how you felt about that other than embarrassed. Though they were very comforting since dysfunctional families were a norm here at Riverdale.

Days passed and your parents finally made their divorce official and your father decided to stay at Riverdale, so he wouldn’t make things hard on you with the whole shared custody your parents agreed to. That day all your friends had a get-together at Veronica’s because they knew how hard it was for you that your parents were finally separating.

You all sat around the living room talking, laughing, eating junk food and watching movies. They were the best distraction you could ever ask for.
The day was done, and you had to face reality as Jughead and you walked back home together.

“So, are you going to be okay?” Jughead broke the silence.

“This night is so poetic” you stated ignoring Jughead’s comment “The gloomy sky, is crying, a symbol of a new beginning, no more faking happy family; now they’re finally done with each other and the only thing keeping them linked is me sadly” you continued because all that was running over your mind was his question.

Are you going to be okay? Should you tell Jughead that before they officially separated you were diagnosed with depression and were on medicine? You couldn’t blame your parents for not loving each other like they should’ve. But you blamed them for the screaming, fighting and sleepless nights they caused you. They were so into their fighting they never asked how you were. They never knew that your smile hid so much anger and brokenness. They made you into this ball of sorrow and you felt your light diming every time you tasted those pills, every time they made you hold in every word because you didn’t want to start another fight.

“I guess I am rubbing off on you” Jughead claimed with a chuckle and you smiled at him.

He had been your rock through all of this mayhem, and there was not enough words in the universe to thank him for being there for you.


“Thank you so much Jug, for being here, for putting up with all the stupid ranting, for-“ you were stopped as he grabbed you by the face and planted a kiss on lips, you were about to drop the umbrella as he let go.

“I will always be here” he promised.

Your father found another woman and your mother started dating. They moved on so easily you couldn’t believe your eyes. You’d go to Jughead and complain about everything they were doing to you. All the dinners they made you attend. All of a sudden you became a prize to be won.

The game of Who gets more time with our daughter started and you were the only one losing.

Things got soo bad you started self-harming with a razor you broke apart one night at 3am when you could hear your mom in her room with her new conquest.

You would wear long sleeves to cover your scars. No one knew, not even Jughead. Betty noticed a difference in you, but you lied.

You felt terrible for lying to her since she was your first go to when Jughead was too busy with his novel. Jason Blossom was murdered by Sweetwater River on, so your problems didn’t feel so big.

Jughead started investing more of his time in his novel, and since Jason was with Polly him and Betty would go sleuthing trying to find clues because we all lost trust in the grown-ups.

They offered you to come, but you didn’t feel like adding another problem to your life. You and Jughead became more distant. When you did spend time he was on his laptop typing away and you just sat there with him, drawing, and reading anything just wanting to be near him.

Since Betty would investigate with Jug, you had no else to be with. Archie was invested in music, Kevin would be disappearing to Southside claiming he was investigating things with his dad. Veronica became close to Cheryl and she just wasn’t your cup of tea.

Your parents stopped caring about you and spending more time their significant others.

You would argue with Jughead to make time for you not caring how needy you sounded and he finally broke. He couldn’t take your arguing and neediness he finally broke up with you. You couldn’t blame him.

Everyone you loved was leaving you.


It had been almost a week since he broke it off. Your mother left on a trip with a guy younger than her. You skipped school since you couldn’t bear to see his face. Your cutting covered both or your arms.

You wouldn’t have taken it farther if it wasn’t for a voicemail left on your phone.

“Hey baby girl, I’m probably going to be longer with Josh, also I don’t know if you got dad’s text, he got stuck in a business trip and won’t be able to take you out for your birthday, also I’m so sorry I won’t be there either, I really hope you can understand well you are 16 throw a party for yourself”

You broke down, you couldn’t take it. Everyone was gone. Your parents, Jughead, and none of your friends bothered to text you to see if you were okay.
You went to your bedroom opened your mirror and grabbed your anti-depressants and a bunch of pills and started one by one while chugging water, and grabbed a knife from the kitchen and slit your arms and as you fell to the ground as from everything you did to yourself your head hit hard against the tile you heard your door open. As you lost consciousness you couldn’t be sadder it was Betty that found you and angry it wasn’t your mother.

“(Y/N), I am sorry I haven’t been able to talk to you, Jug just told me you guys broke-” she discovered your body knocked out cold on the floor. She was shocked and sobbing as she called the hospital to come pick you up.

She was surprised over the empty pill container of anti-depressants and started sobbing more not knowing you were even on them, and shocked over all the slits on your arms even more tears flooded her face because she didn’t know how bad things had gotten for you.

The ambulance arrived and they took you and Betty to the hospital.

They contacted your parents and Betty called your friends.

“What Happened?!” Jughead croaked at Betty, his eyes puffy from the crying that happened when Betty told them to rush to the hospital.


Betty told them about how she found you, about the anti-depressants and the cuts that took place on your arms.

They all looked at her confused  and sad, and Jughead freaked out he started crying, he punched a hole in the wall and he was about to be escorted out of the hospital, but your father arrived and stopped them because he knew how much he meant for you, and he convinced them he would pay for the damages.


The doctor came to the living room and told him everything Betty had told him and how they were planning on fixing you.

“Mr. (Y/L/N) how long was (Y/N) on anti-depressants?” The doctor questioned your father.

“Since before we got a divorce, and she refused those group things because she said she already had her friends” He said softly trying to contain the tears, as your friends sobbed softly.

“Did you know she was cutting?” The doctor asked another question.

“No, she doesn’t live me, she lives with her mom” Your father stated as a tear escaped his right eye and your mother finally arrived.

“Oh my god, doctor what happened to (Y/N)?” you mom pleaded.

So they told your mom how they found you and she broke down not knowing you were self-harming.

“She started wearing long sleeve shirts for about a month, so I’m guessing that when it may have started” Jughead announced to the doctor and your mother continued sobbing on your fathers chest “I can’t believe I didn’t notice” Jughead mumbled under his breath.

“Thank you” the doctor claimed as he walked away.

Your father tried to calm your mom down and Betty and the gang sat down holding hands hoping they could fix you.

“If I would’ve known, if I was here and not with that guy” you mom sobbed.

“This is both of our faults (Y/M/N)” your father took responsibility “She was depressed, and we didn’t pay attention to her as she was screaming out for us to just be her parents” he continued.

Jughead walked to the hallway, and Betty followed him.

“Jug where are you going?” Betty addressed.

“Bets, this is all my fault, if I knew, if I would have listened to her and not be soo invested in this stupid murder, this- I- I love her Betty, I can’t lose her” Jughead bawled.

“Jug, this is not your fault, (Y/N) wasn’t well and we didn’t know, we should’ve noticed as her friends; but she hid that brokenness so well, you won’t lose her none of us will” Betty cried while pulling Jughead in a hug until the doctor came out again.

“Mr. and Mrs. (Y/L/N), (Y/N) is going to be fine, we have bandaged the arms and stopped the bleeding, the fall was just a small concussion and the drugs have been drained from her system, only the parents can go in right now” The doctor concluded as your parents made their way to see you.

“(Y/N), it us” you heard your mothers voice as you opened your eyes.

“Sweetheart, you had us so worried” You father added.

“I guess it’s true, people only care, when you’re dead or are dying” You huffed.

“All your friends are out there and Jughead” you’re mother implied ignoring your comment as your father grabbed a chair and sat next to you and grabbed your hand only to reveal you bandaged arms.

“Honey, I am so sorry for anything we have done for making you feel worthless, we were distracted fighting like cats and dogs and we didn’t see you screaming out for our love” you father sobbed.

“Love runs out, isn’t that right mom?” you stated coldly as a tears started escaping your eyes.

“Baby, you are so wonderful, we are so sorry for anything we have done to make you think you weren’t worth anything, we are so sorry for everything we made you go through” Your mother lamented as she reached for your other hand.

“Our love for you doesn’t have a limit, we will love you unconditionally and I’m sorry that got too distracted and left you alone” your father went on.

You and your parents talked about everything, you agreed for treatment and a therapist for as long as you needed it and they went to call your friends.

You were so happy your parents actually cared and loved you unconditionally. As your parents were talking to your friends Jughead interjected.

“Can I see her alone first” and your friends nodded as he walked over your room with your favorite flowers and a teddy bear he had put his beanie on it.

“(Y/N), I am so sorry for not being there for you? For not making time for you, I love you, I do, I love you so much, these days we broke up I felt like shit that the only light in my life was gone” Jughead spoke and tears started streaming off your face.

“Juggie, I love you too, and I am soo sorry I never told you about all my problems” you spoke as he came near you to put his gifts on the table near you as he sat down next to you and grabbed your hand.

“I am so sorry for not hearing you out, for being too invested in my novel” He sighed.

“No Jug, I was the one who chose not to tell you or anyone else, I felt like I couldn’t burden you all with my problems, and I know that when that novel come out, it’s going to be huge” you reassured as Jughead planted a kiss on your lips and you kissed back missing his lips your mouths moved in sync.

“You could never be a burden (Y/N). Please be my girlfriend again (Y/N), we will work things out together, you were always there for my family problems, I promise I will be there for yours as well; please be mine again, unlike your parents I still love you, (Y/N) love doesn’t run out people just get bored and stop working on it. I will never not work on our love” Jughead pleaded and you accepted.

“Is that the infamous beanie on the teddy bear?” you asked Jughead as he grabbed the bear to give to you.

“Yeah” he smiled.

“Give it!” you cheered as you placed it on your head.

“Looks good on you babe” Jughead declared.

“Yeah, but I don’t do it justice like you” you smirked as you placed it on his luscious black hair and soon your friends came in and they all gave you hugs and you all hung out there until visiting hours were over and you were dismissed the next day.

Your parents overheard what Jughead told you and they realized they wanted to work harder on their relationship and soon became re-married and there was fighting because every good relationship faces problems, but this time they didn’t wait for it to explode and worked on them head on. You and Jughead were happily dating and all was right in Riverdale, they even caught Jason’s Killer. I guess there is such things as Happily Ever After’s.


Tag: @sgarrett49 @oharchiekinz 

Girls Night Out
  • Emma: Well it doesn't matter because Regina Mills is not into women.
  • Ruby: Are you kidding me right now?
  • Kathryn: You have to be kidding.
  • Belle: Or she is completly oblivious.
  • Emma: What are you guts talking about? She is into that lumberjack look. Beards and muscles and you know, dicks.
  • Mulan: Maybe the bar is not the best place to have this -
  • Ruby: Seriously? Of course Regina likes women. Everybody knows that.
  • Emma: You are bullshitting me.
  • Ruby: She had a very wild and very public affair with Maleficent after she killed Snow's Dad. Very very public.
  • Belle: And I think she had a relationship with the head nurse at the Asylum during the curse. She gave her roses and looks.
  • Mulan: She supposedly disguised herself with magic and visited taverns with certain reputations.
  • Emma: You're saying she snuck into ye olde gay bars?
  • Mulan: With Tinkerbell and several other blondes.
  • Ruby: Emma, honey, if Bette Porter and Olivia Spencer had a gay love child, that child would cower in awe of Regina's lady loving powers.
  • Belle: I mean her Evil Queen self pretty much undressed you with her eyes, constantly.
  • Kathryn: Normal Regina does too. All the time. One time she almost ran into a wall because she saw you out running.
  • Emma: Is this a joke?
  • Zelena: I wish it was. I need a curse to erase the tales of my sister's proclivities from my mind. It is bad enough I have to see her lusting after you, but talking about it is worse.
  • Snow: And we can't even get properly intoxicated because we're still breast feeding.
  • Emma: So she really is into girls.
  • Lily: Yup. Hey quick question, can magical gays make babies together? I'm asking for a friend.
  • Emma: I need another drink.
I Can Be Normal, Watch!

Originally posted by wdtfsklaine

Request: can you write a jerome imagine where he captures the reader and keeps the reader safe and doesnt hurt them because he likes the reader and so then he wants to take her on a date. he tries to act normal but fails like he punches a guy or gets mad and pulls out a knife ALSO I WANTED TO SAY THAT YOU ARE SO PRETTY (im the same age and i look like a toe compared to you fyi) AND SO TALENTED I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH

Request #2: Can you do a Jerome x reader imagine where he hears the reader sing in a bar and is captivated? Maybe some fluff?

Fandom: Jerome Valeska x Reader

Note: I combined two requests together. this contains kidnapping, swearing, violence, weapons, blood, and fluff. gif isn’t mine but i wanted to use it because it made me laugh.

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scolek  asked:

Lup and Barry convince Taako and Kravitz to go on a double date with them. It's a super fancy restaurant and the twins take turns pissing off the waitstaff and then when they fiiinnalllly get to order Krav is like "oh I dont eat I'm not technically alive" and so everybody shoves garlic bread into their various carrying pouches and leaves.

CAN YOU IMAGINE A DATE NIGHT WITH THEM OH MY GOD

i can see barry and kravitz looking at each other like they’re on the office while lup and taako get into an argument about some skirt one of them lost or something

what if they played a board game lmfao i can’t

WHAT IF THEY DID KARAOKE can you imagine lup and taako doing some bullshit song like potential breakup song and barry and kravitz are at the bar like “we chose this. those are the loves of our life/death” GOD i need it

WHO’S WRITING THE FANFIC god i need to get an ao3 account for these

//Not requested. prompt: Kol Mikaelson is your boyfriend and you guys are having a lot of NOLA fun until he meets Davina and everything changes//

//warnings: first person POV. swearing. lil bit of violence. angst (i think?).//

Part Two 

“Come on now, Darling.” He laughs, grabbing my hand and tugging me down the street. “Just one more. Don’t quit on me now.”

“Kol, come on!” I laugh, following behind him. “This is the fifth bar we’ve been to! Are you still hungry?”

“Relax, Darling!” He says, stopping and pulling me close. He places a soft kiss on my shoulder. “You and I will have our own adventures when we get home.” He says smugly in my ear.

-

This was the last normal date night with Kol. After that night of raiding and draining local bars and tourists, he was different. He wasn’t my Kol anymore. He was hers and everybody knew it. Everyone except for me for a while.

Let me introduce Kol Mikaelson. The youngest of the Original Vampires, and the light of my life. We had met over four centuries ago and we have been dating for almost just as long.

He turned me a few weeks after we met, and that’s when we became inseparable. I had given him the love and appreciation he didn’t get from his family, but I was also willing to wreak a little havoc with him. He taught me to control who I became but how to revel in it as well.

We were a force to be reckoned with and no one ever successfully stood against us. We protected each other, fought for and occasionally against each other, loved each other, and hated each other at times. We were a typical, long term relationship, other than the immortal blood sucker thing.

At least, we were unstoppable. We were inseparable. We used to fight for each other and protect each other, sometimes we still do but it seems to be against each other more often. We used to love each other but now it seems like a one sided deal… Ever since she came along and everything changed.

Her name was Davina Claire, a pretty little NOLA witch and a harvest girl. She was remarkably powerful since the ritual wasn’t complete and she held the power of three additional dead witches. She had a beautiful smile, a caring personality, but also a flair of the dramatics and violence. Exactly Kol’s type.

He met her when he was out and about one day, the day I decided to hang back with Rebekah and catch up. He said he was going to bring back coffee and it would be a quick errand. Maybe I should’ve gone with him.

When he came back he was quiet, distant and distracted. I thought nothing of it at the time, but maybe I should’ve.

Now, a few months after he met Davina, I met her officially. Of course, I already knew of her since she was causing trouble with Klaus, but I had yet to meet her.

She lit up when Kol entered the room, as did he. A light shined in his eyes that I hadn’t seen in months. He hadn’t lit up for me since that night when we hit the bars, months ago. That’s when I knew for sure that my Kol was gone. He now belonged solely to Davina Claire, and there was nothing I could do about it.

I couldn’t change the fact that I lost Kol, but I could change my relationship with Kol. As much as I hated it, I had to end it today. I loved Kol with my whole heart, but I would not follow him around like a lost puppy waiting for him to give me a second look.

I kept to myself until we got home. I had nothing to say and so much to say at the same time. I was close to exploding, I felt it. I replayed different possible conversations in my head as we headed back to the compound. Luckily, the rest of the family was dealing with something more pressing than my relationship drama.

“You haven’t said much. Everything alright, Darling?” He asked as we stepped through the front door. His voice had a hint of concern, and if this had been a few months ago, he would’ve carried me off bridal-style and smothered me in kisses until I was happy again.

“Like you give a shit?” I laughed and walked away. “Do both of us a favor and don’t act like I matter to you anymore.” I commented as I left.

I heard a whoosh of air and he stood in front of me, a few inches between us. My hands clenched into fists, my nails digging into my palms, and I desperately wanted to hit something. Not necessarily him, but if he didn’t move I was going to.

“What’s wrong?” He asked softly, placing a hand on my hip.

“Fuck off.” I said in a silky voice and shoved him away, leaving a bloody handprint on his shirt. I hadn’t bothered putting any vampire strength into it because I didn’t want a fist fight with him.

“Y/N.. What the hell did I do?” He asked after he regained his composure. His voice was full of confusion, not concern. He didn’t care what happened, he just didn’t understand.

“What did you do? Or who?” I challenged. “You have a lot of fucking nerve, dragging me along like this. Why don’t you just cut your loses and get with your pocket witch? Everyone can tell that you want to. Or have you already screwed around with her? Is that why you’re always out so fucking late half the time?”

“Davina?” He asked. The way he said her name was the way he said mine before we started dating. Low and sultry, as if she was only his and others weren’t allowed to know her. “What does she have to do with anything? She’s just a friend… Oh Darling, are you jealous of her?”

“Goddammit, Kol!” I yelled, finally losing my head. “How fucking blind are you!? Do you not see how obvious you are? Your eyes don’t leave the little bitch when she’s around! This isn’t about me being jealous, you headass! This is about you  falling in love with her!”

“Watch it, Y/N.” He said through clenched teeth. “Don’t push it.”

“Or what?” I teased and pushed him by his shoulders. “You haven’t stopped pushing me away since you met the little witch bitch.” I went to push him again and he grabbed my wrists.

“You need to stop.” He said sternly. The veins under his eyes darkened, his fangs coming out. I challenged him in the same way, and he looked slightly surprised. “Now isn’t the time.”

I yanked my wrists away and stabbed a finger into his chest, hard. Both of us returning to our regular features as we continued.

“You-” I gripped his shirtfront. “-don’t get to tell me shit anymore.” I pushed him away with all the strength in my body and he stumbled over the coffee table, crashing to the floor. “You’ve been fucking around with me long enough. For months you have been ditching me and going off by yourself and when I want to do something with you, you can’t be bothered! But let someone even whisper her name and you’re right there in less than a second!”

“What the fuck are you talking about!?” He shouted back, jumping to his feet. “What the hell is your problem?”

“Jesus fuck, Kol. Have you even been listening to me? Oh wait.” I groaned, running my hands through my hair. “I’m not Davina so you don’t care about me at all. Let me spell it out for you. You are my problem. You and that fucking Davina! You haven’t looked at me the same since you met her and I’ve seen the way you look at her, Kol. Don’t fucking argue that you don’t have feelings for her either.”

“Y/N,” He sighed, putting on hand on his hip and the other to his forehead in exhaustion. “I don’t know what you think is going on with Davina and I, but I promise you it’s nothing. You’re looking into this too much. I promise that she means nothing. You’re being silly.”

My temper snapped and I brought my hand across his face hard. Hot tears burned in my eyes and one fell down my cheek, but I refused to acknowledge them. He looked at me with wide eyes. One of his hands touched where I hit him before he slammed me against the nearest wall by my throat.

“Don’t ever.” He growled. “Do that again.”

“Go fuck yourself!” I spat and kicked out at his chest.

The impact threw him to the floor but he hadn’t let me go so I was thrown with him. He flipped us so he landed on top of me, his hand still firmly around my throat.

I gripped his wrist and yanked down hard, snapping the bone and he dropped his hold on me. He yelled out, rolling off of me to take a few steps back, setting the bone back into place and glaring at me.

“Don’t ever.” I growled back, pushing myself to my feet and dusting off my clothes. “Tell me what to think or belittle me again because I will make you regret it.”

“Don’t threaten me.” He said in a raspy tone. It was similar to the tone he used in the bedroom, when he was in charg, but it had more of an edge to it.

My hands balled into fists and I connected with a left hook against his face. His head jerked to the side, but he didn’t move. My right hook connected and he stepped back.

“I thought we had something better than this!” I shouted, breaking inside due to the way everything changed. “Fight back!” My voice cracked.

“You want me to fight you!?” He screamed at me, wiping the blood from his nose.

“I want you to do something!” I cried out. “Fight me! Leave me! Do something that shows me you fucking care!”

I aimed a jab at his face but he caught my wrist. He flipped me over his shoulder and I crashed into the coffee table. I kicked his legs out from under him and he fell backwards. I quickly pinned his hands above his head with one hand and his hips to the floor by straddling him. This was a common and hot position for us to be in, just not with this context.

Another hit and another. Punch after punch landed, causing a gash on his cheekbone. But he refused to hit me back. He finally pushed himself up, slamming me against a wall again. His forearm braced against my chest, pinning me to the wall.

I stared at him for a minute before acting. Blood streamed slowly from his nose and the newest gash on his cheek, close to his eye. A small bruise was under the cut, quickly fading. His eyes were lit with anger but he refused to phyically take it out on me.

He pulled himself off of me and connected his fist with the wall a foot away from me. His hand went through it effortlessly and he screamed in frustration.

I sighed and put my hands on my hips. “Just tell me the fucking truth, Kol. This run-around and evading is fucking ridiculous.”

“You want the truth?” He asked as he turned to face me and laughed. “I fucking told you the truth!” He stepped closer, yelling in my face.

“Then why is everyone asking how we stayed so close when you’re dating Davina!?” I snapped, throwing the rumors in his face and pushing him away. “Elijah, Klaus, Rebekah. Even Hayley! They all can see the shit you’re pulling with me and Davina. I didn’t realize you and I were just friends now, if that.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He laughed and turned to walk away. “I’m not gonna stand here and take this shit, especially from you.”

“Don’t you fucking walk away from me, Kol Mikaelson!” I yelled firmly and he froze. My voice had cracked when I yelled his name and he slowly turned around. “If you walk out that door, I won’t be here when you get back. That’s a promise.”

“Are you threatening to leave me?” He asked lowly, hurt lacing his voice.

I nodded quietly.

He walked closer to me and took my hands in his. His wrist had healed already. His thumbs ran softly over the back of my hands and he stared deep into my eyes.

“Dear God, Y/N. What have we become?” He said, a hint of regret on his face. “We were so good together. We never screamed at each other like this. We never tried to hurt each other like this.”

“You need to choose, Kol.” I said finally in a broken voice, not acknowledging the true words he spoke. Our fights never got this bad. I never screamed for him to actually fight back or tried to force him to get physical. In those moments, I wanted to see him care about everything that was happening in one way or another. Whether it was the fact that I was able to piss him off because he cared so much and I was so stuck on this Davina thing or that he cared about Davina so much, I meant nothing anymore and he could easily hurt me.

“Me or her. I won’t stick around if you don’t want me to. But I’ll stay if you ask me to.” As much as it hurt me to say, I had to.

“I still love you, Y/N.” He finally said in reply and my heart soared. “So fucking much but…” My heart quickly stopped.

“But you’re not in love with me anymore. I get it. I’m not her..” I finished his sentence for him. He nodded slightly and I slowly pulled my hands away. His own hands dropped and he took a step closer to me, keeping my eyes locked in his, showing a familiar expression. An expression that I saw countless times through our four centuries. An expression that I never thought he’d turn on me. An expression showing he wanted to compel me.

“I don’t want to do this, Y/N.” He started and I stepped back, attempting to turn away. He gripped my wrist firmly and my eyes dropped to the floor while I kept my back to him. “But it’s for your own good.”

I turned on my heels and came face to face with him. “You don’t get to make that decision for me!” I said firmly and yanked my hand away. “You chose Davina, fine. But you do not have any right to choose what happens to me from now on. Not what I remember, not what I feel, and most definitely not what I do from here.”

His eyes stared deep into mine, ignoring everything I just said. He was going to do it anyway.

I pushed him away and attempted to leave the room and hide in my own, but with him being older than me, he was faster. He was in front of me before I could get out of the room.

“Kol, I swear to God…” I threatened as he held both of my arms at my sides. “I will never forgive you if you do this. You’ll never see me again…”

He hesitated slightly but swallowed hard and spoke anyways.

“You’re dead to me, Kol Mikaelson.” I whispered just before he started speaking.

“You are not hurt.” He said softly, as if he regretted doing this. I felt a tear slide down my face, betrayal and hatred bubbling in my stomach. Kol had attempted to do the one thing he swore never to do, compel me. I hated him in that moment and I knew that I would not be able to feel the same way about him. Not after this. Never again.

“You understand why we broke up. It was mutual. You will find love again and he will be better for you than I ever was. This wasn’t your fault. You hold this against no one and you can easily move on with your life. You will not turn off your humanity because of this. You will live on, loving and caring as you’ve always been. You know I still care about you, and will be there whenever you call. Always and forever…” He whispered the last line.

He placed a soft kiss to my cheek before he sprinted off at vamp speed and I was left alone in the middle of the room.

My hand touched the pendant that hung low on my chest. I released a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding and felt my heart shatter. He betrayed me, lied to me, and broke me. He did not choose me, so he will never see me again.

“Dumbass doesn’t know I wear vervain.” I said to myself and turned to pack my things.

I was leaving New Orleans. I would never come back for more than a visit. This was the city my greatest relationship crumbled in. I would not crumble in it as well.

I rushed notes to the family. A special note for everyone and placed them on each bed before I grabbed my bags and headed out.

‘Rebekah, my dearest friend. I hate to leave you without a proper goodbye, but there is too much heartbreak in this city for me to stay. You of all people should understand the pain New Orleans can bring. I hope we can continue to be friends because I cannot imagine m life without you. I love you, Rebekah. Take care of yourself. I hope we’ll see each other again. -Y/N’

‘Noble Elijah. You were one of the few people who saw something good in me. I hope that in my new adventures, I can continue to be that person you believe me to be. I will miss your constant leadership and big brother attitude. Take care of yourself and don’t lose touch. I do hope we’ll cross paths again. -Y/N’

‘The Infamous Klaus. You always had something stupid to say about my relationship with Kol, but I will miss your humor. Continue to protect your family, no matter what. Always and forever, Klaus. Never lose sight of what’s important. Tell Hope good things about me. Take care of yourself and keep me updated. See you around, Nik. -Y/N’

'Hayley, the unofficial Mikaelson. You’re a part of my time in New Orleans that I will miss dearly. You did whatever you had to do to make a safe world for your baby girl. Tell Hope good things, and make sure Klaus does too. Take care of yourself and your family. Send me updates on everyone occasionally. May we meet again. -Y/N’

I hoped Mystic Falls would be a better home. As the years went on, it proved itself to be much better than New Orleans. Less heartbreak. Less memories. New friends. New opportunities. With just as much chaos and battles to save the city.

I would not hear from Kol for several years. I kept in contact with the other Mikaelsons the whole time. Hope was doing well at the school Caroline Salvatore built with Alaric and the family was doing well on their own paths after defeating the spirit of a witch much older than even them.

I ran into Kol in Las Vegas, many many years later and when I did, we almost didn’t recognize each other. But that, is a long story for some other day.

//AN: I left this sort of open ended for a part two//

✧    THE   VAMPIRE   DIARIES   PROMPTS   !   (  PART   I  .   )

*  A MIXTURE OF TVD  S1  - S2 PROMPTS , CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS AS NEEDED .
  • You left that girl alive tonight. That was very careless of you..
  • I promised you an eternity of misery, so I’m just keeping my word..
  • But wherever you go, people die..
  • I live in the real world where vampires burn in the sun.
  • Are these bites going to turn me into a vampire?
  • I like being the eternal stud.
  • You have a lot more insults in you, I can tell.
  • Everything you know, and every belief that you have, is about to change.
  • I’m getting really bored and really impatient, and I don’t do bored and impatient.
  • How many more animal attacks is this town gonna believe, huh?
  • I’ve been in love. It’s painful, pointless, and overrated.
  • Tip for later - be careful who you invite in the house.
  • I promise I will keep your secret, but…I can’t be with you.
  • It’s so not what you’re craving, but it’ll do in a pinch.
  • Our values and our actions, they define who we are.
  • How can you be so arrogant and glib after everything that you’ve done?
  • This daylight thing is a bitch! I need more blood!
  • Well, your life was pathetic; your afterlife doesn’t have to be.
  • You confuse me for someone with remorse..
  • Why does everybody have to die on me?
  • Uh, have you met you? You’re not a nice person.
  • After a century, I finally realized death means nothing without you.
  • I couldn’t miss your hundredth and…whatever birthday.
  • You saved my life - I’m sparing yours. We’re even.
  • It’s not like the welcome wagon was waiting with a bunk cake and a handbook.
  • You promise not to do that mind-control-thing with me?
  • Vampires can’t procreate. But we love to try.
  • It’s not like we all hang out at the ‘vamp bar and grill’.
  • You know…you were there in the road, all ‘damsel in distress’-like. ‘
  • You just found out that your boyfriend is a vampire.
  • Now you remember that. Because it’s never happening again.
  • If I see something I haven’t seen before, I’ll throw a dollar at it.
  • What if your blood hasn’t passed out of her system?!
  • You went in there not knowing if you could come back out?
  • Is that a vampire thing? 'Cause I read vampires don’t like running water.
  • First rule about vampires: don’t believe anything you read. 
  • So you want a pity turn? I don’t think so.
  • You should turn me 'cause I don’t have anything else.
  • Teacher by day, vampire hunter by night.
  • Can you just not joke around for two seconds?
  • We’ll just add it to the growing list of how everything’s falling apart.
  • Please dance with your alcoholic vampire boyfriend.
  • You know this vampire problem is real, right? It’s a potential bloodbath.
  • Do you wanna hear the bad news, or the really bad news?
  • I wanted to feed on him, and it took everything inside of me not to do it.
  • I have this hunger inside of me that I’ve never… I’ve never felt before in my entire life
  • Does that mean you’re okay, now, with all the cravings?
  • You were playing house with half of a tomb of really pissed-off vampires..
  • I’m talking about the fact that you’re a closet blood junkie.
  • There’s that switch - sometimes it goes off and you snap…
  • If you’re just gonna mock me, could you move along, please? ‘
  • He has a fridge, full of stolen blood bank contraband, in the house.
  • Normal to a vampire is drinking human blood, but he’s spent all this time fighting it.
  • I wanted to drain every ounce of blood from that girl’s body.
  • I like being a living dead person.
  • So either kill me or compel me, because I don’t believe it.
  • I’m a vampire. What’s your excuse?
  • Come on, don’t pout about it. We got a body to bury.
  • Why are you looking at him with your serious vampire look?
  • What do you know about werewolves?
  • You knew that they were going to burn the vampires in the church?
  • So, can you like do a hocus-pocus to ace a test?
  • That werewolf road leads straight to vampire boulevard!
  • It must be painful to desiccate and mummify. I can’t even imagine.
  • Torture me, keep me captive, drain me of blood until my body turns to dust. 
  • We both know I could rip you to shreds and do my nails at the same time.
  • You know, if you wanna see me naked all you have to do is ask.
  • What is up with that family? They’re not vampires, what the hell are they?
  • I’m just happy that’s a, uh– a blood bag and not a sorority girl supplying your dinner.
  • At least if you’re a vampire, you don’t have to feel bad about it if you don’t want to.