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OTP Quotes Challenge

A belated celebration for reaching 5000+ followers! Here we have a list of random quotes for you to use for your OTP! You can have followers tell you numbers to draw your OTP as, or you can write stories based on your favorites, or both! Take these quotes in any direction you like for your creative use. Have fun!

  1. “Aah! That tickles!”
  2. “whAT IS THAT?!”
  3. “woah what happened while I was gone”
  4. “wait no that’s mine what are you doing”
  5. “No, I’m paying”
  6. “It’s fine, stop worrying about me”
  7. “dON’T TELL ME I CAN’T DO THAT I WILL DO THAT THING ALL I WANT”
  8. “Come over here— oh crap no don’t fall— why does this always happen”
  9. “just tAKE THE JACKET”
  10. “I’m so hungry I could eat a— stop looking at me like that in public”
  11. “Well, that was certainly awkward”
  12. “waIT DON’T RUN AT ME I’LL FALL”
  13. “are… are you awake? Did you fall asleep already”
  14. “great, what did you bring home this time?”
  15. “I don’t know why you don’t like this outfit on you. You look splendid.”
  16. “aaah I can’t stop blushing… No you’re not helping at all”
  17. “I can’t believe they spelled your name wrong again”
  18. “enOUGH! ENOUGH WITH YOUR PUNS”
  19. “I can’t… I can’t believe you actually remembered…”
  20. “Put some clothes on already, jeez! We have company coming!”
  21. “okay, and how much money did you spend on that thing?”
  22. “I wish we could stay here forever”
  23. “who was that? oh… your cousin…”
  24. “You okay? You seem a little off today”
  25. “I’m fine
  26. “I don’t know, what do you want to do?”
  27. “c-can I hold your hand?..”
  28. “GIVE ME YOUR HAND”
  29. “oh, remember when you used to wear that all the time? Good times.”
  30. “you can’t run so it’ll be faster if I just carry you”
  31. “You don’t need to tell me— I’ve memorized your order by now”
  32. “y-you look… you look very nice.”
  33. “did that person just take a picture of us?”
  34. “c’mon, let’s dance!”
  35. “oh mY GOD ARE THESE YOUR BABY PICTURES???”
  36. “oh, we are not letting you drive when you’re like this”
  37. “you’re a nerd. but my favorite nerd.”
  38. “why do you find those cute I hate those pictures of myself”
  39. “you’re very warm… It’s nice.”
  40. “You know what? I wasn’t even surprised by that. I’m that used to you.”
  41. “Wait, stay right there— I’ve got a song for you”
  42. “oh thank goodness… I didn’t think you’d still be here.”
  43. “You don’t have to do this if you’re scared”
  44. “EVERY TIME I SAY THAT YOU ALWAYS MAKE THE SAME PUN”
  45. “I can’t believe you actually bought that”
  46. “that… that was a lot different than I thought it’d be”
  47. “no stop i’M HURTING FROM LAUGHING SO MUCH”
  48. “let’s pretend I didn’t see you do that”
  49. “You’re too sweet”
  50. “ah, you’re up. how’d you sleep?”
I Was Wondering - Jeff Atkins Imagine

Jeff Atkins x reader 

Request: I would like to request an imagine where y/n is Tony’s best friend there very close but Jeff has a crush on y/n so one day in gym class Jeff talks to tony about y/n when y/n talks to Clay cause there good friends too . So tony gives good wording about Jeff then he leaves them alone in a group in gym class they bond and he walks her home spending time in his house and while they were talking somehow they ended up cuddling and he asks her out.

WARNINGS: Fluff


“You look ridiculous in those shorts”

“Shut up Tony, your smaller than me so you have no say so in my gym clothes.”

He puts his hands over his heart and fake cries “Ouch y/n, way to burst a mans ego”

I playfully push him as we walk into the gym. There are a few guys playing basketball and volleyball, girls walking around the gym talking, some girls practicing their cheer routine, and other people just sitting on the bleachers. That’s what me and Tony do until gym class start in 10 minutes. 

“You’re still driving me home right?”

“Yeah, cause after I have to take it to the shop and it’s right by you.”

I roll my eyes, “You and that damn mustang” I laugh.

“You can never take a car to serious miss.”

“Yeah whatever auto boy”

“Don’t ever say that again please”

We both laugh and start talking about the game next week. As we are talking, Tony’s friend Jeff comes and sit down next to us.I don’t know much about him, but I know he’s close to Clay and Tony. I know he’s surprisingly not an ass like the other jocks. 

“Hey what’s up Tony”. They do their ‘boy’ handshake and then he glances at me and smiles.

“Hey y/n” I looked at him surprised. I didn’t even know he knew me. We aren’t what you call, in the same ‘popularity range’ not that he seemed to care. As I looked at him I never realized how cute he was up close. That sounded kind of creepy.

“Hey Jeff” I smile.

“What are you guys up to?”

“Nothing we were just talking about the game next Friday”

“Oh, well thanks to Clay I can play” he smiles at me. I look away, not wanting him to see me obviously blushing at his look.

As soon as he said that, we heard a thud on the gym floor. We look and see Clay laying on the floor holding his head. Of course, leave it to Clay to get hit with a ball. 

“Oh Jensen” I whisper. “I’ll be right back guys, I need to give Clay tips on catching the ball with his hands and not his head.”

As I bounce down the bleachers, I here the guys laughing at my statement. I jog to Clay and help him up.

“I fucking hate gym” he whispers.

“I’m sure gym hates you too” I laugh.

“It’s that obvious huh?”

“Very much so” I laugh.

“What are you guys talking about up there?”

I look back up to the bleachers and see Jeff quickly snap his head back towards Tony as they continue their conversation. He was looking at me. I smile to myself.

“Hello,earth to y/l/n”

“Sorry, just school stuff, come up and sit with us unless you want these balls to keep kicking your ass.”

He rolls his eyes, but starts walking towards the bleacher, knowing I’m right. When we get there Jeff is red and Tony is just staring at me. We all start talking and laughing. Jeff is in the middle of talking to Clay about his sad love life when Tony turns to me.

“Hey y/n um.. I’m not gonna be able to drive you home today.”

“What the hell Tony why? you know I don’t like walking alone”

“Well because, my buddy Jeff is gonna walk you home.”

When he said that, I saw Jeff staring at me, looking somewhat anxious for my reaction. I choose to react coolly although my girly insides were screaming. 

“Oh.”

“Oh come on y/n/n I honestly think Jeff is pretty good company. You’ll like him.”

I know there was more meaning behind what he said but I didn’t say anything. I look towards Jeff and a still oblivious Clay still rambling about Hannah and smile.

“Okay, yeah why not.”


Me and Jeff walk together in silence side by side while my hands are on my book bag and his in his front pocket. It’s so silent it’s almost laughable. I decide to break the silence, but so did he.

“So-”

“So-”

We laugh and he looks down at me.

“Sorry you first.” With his eyes still on me I continue.

“So did Tony really blow me off, or was it his lame excuse to get us to walk together?” 

“I’m the guilty one. I wanted to get to know you and wanted us to be alone.”

I look away to hide my goofy smile and pull my hair behind my ear. I start to smell that dampy air and know rain is about to come. 

“Well that’s honest of you.”

“Why thank you miss.”

He brings up the dance and ask if I was going with anyone. When I was about to say no, it started pouring down out of nowhere. 

“Shit, its coming down hard!”

I use my sweater to cover my hair, but I can already feel myself getting soaked and my house is still about 6 blocks away. 

“My house is right around the corner if you want to wait for it to settle down!” he yells over the rain. I think about it and its better than getting even more soaked. 

“Ye-yeah okay!”

We jog to his house, and I sigh in relieve when we enter the warm house. 

“My parents aren’t home if that’s okay.” 

“Yeah that’s fine.” I stand there awkwardly, not knowing what to do. He noticed and spoke up.

“Um if you want, we can chill in the living room and watch tv until we dry off so I can continue walking you home.”

“Yeah sure.” I smile. We sit on the couch and Jeff gets a blanket for us to share and to warm up. He turns on Family Guy and we start laughing immediately. I didn’t even realize how close together we became after the second episode. I was leaning into his shoulder with his arm around me and our legs were tangled together on his coffee table. I didn’t know if he realized but I know one thing. I hope we stay like this. I snuggle closer into him and he looks at me.

“Y/n”

“Yeah”

“I have been wanting to ask you something” he seemed anxious again.

“So ask me.”

“Will you go out with me?”

I don’t even have to think to know my answer.

“Yes” I smile and Jeff breathes out the breath he was holding in and smiles with me.

“Thank god” and he pushes me in closer and smashes his lips on mine.

Theoretically

Originally posted by obscure-imagines

Warren Worthington III x Reader

Theoretically

Author: Morgan

Prompt: Can I have a Warren Worthington imagine? Like how about Warren got into a fight again and the reader is all worried and Warren says he’s okay and the reader just fixes his wounds and they cuddle?? I’M SO TRASH FOR WARREN

Note: I AM ALSO TRASH FOR WARREN OMG I MISSED HIMMMMM

Warnings: None?

Warren hesitated to knock on your door. Another night, another fight, and as usual, he had shed some blood and earned some new bruises. But he couldn’t help it. They had been making fun of him…of you. It was the last straw. So here he was, back at the Mansion with his fist poised to knock on your door.

After waiting several more seconds in silence, he finally knocked. You hopped out of bed and pulled the door open, certainly not expecting to see Warren standing there with a black eye, bloodied knuckles, and several scrapes and bruises. He was a mess, and at the moment, you couldn’t tell if the blood stain on his jacket was from him or someone else.

“Oh my God, Warren, are you okay?”

“Yeah…I’m fine.”

“Good. You have to stop doing this.”

“I know.” He lowered his face. There were several moments of silence.

“Get in here.”

“Yes ma’am.” He trudged through the door, his heavy metal wings trailing behind him. His golden Mohawk of curls had been thrown into disarray and now resembled more of a messy halo. A halo on your fallen angel.

“What was it this time?” You asked, taking a seat in front of him.

“They think I’m some no good villain.” He rolled his eyes. “What else is new?”

“Who did this?” you asked. He shook his head, his eyes settling on the toes of his boots. “Warren.”

“New guy. You don’t know him. But he knew me from the news or whatever.”

“You’re famous,” you chuckled a little.

“Infamous is more like it.” He shook his head. His eyes tentatively met yours. “I wish everyone was like you.”

“Oh hush.” You held out both of your hands. “You’re just lucky I’m a healer.”

Warren offered you his knuckles first. His large calloused hands relaxed under your gentle whispers of touches. The white glow from your hands was cool, and in instants, the gashes had dissolved to nothing, leaving only skin behind. You waved a hand in front of his face, causing the swollen eye to shrink, and then cleared up his bruises. When you were done, he let out a blissful sigh.

“Well, I guess not everything about getting into fights all the time is bad.”

“Elaborate.” You smirked as he leaned back against your bedframe.

“I mean, getting to see you is certainly a perk.”

“There are other ways to see me.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. ‘Oh hey, (Y/N), want to go to the mall?’ or ‘hey (Y/N), do you want to go out with me?’ would work just fine, but nooooo, angel boy and his bad boy complex always seem to-”

“So you’d go out with me?” he cut you off, a smirk finding his lips. It did not help that you just noticed the way his black t-shirt hugged his biceps. Shit, he was hot. “Theoretically, of course.”

“Theoretically…yes.” You scooted a little closer to him and let a cold finger trail down the fabric of his t-shirt. Abs. Goddamn. “And if we’re being 100 percent honest here, I’ve always kind of had a thing for bad boys.”

“Is that so?” he raised an eyebrow and twirled a curl of your hair around one of his large fingers.

“Mmhmm.”

“Interesting.”

But, I’m also a huge cuddler. So, theoretically of course, this bad boy would have to be down for some mean cuddle sessions from time to time.”

“Oh, believe me, I can cuddle.” He crossed his muscular arms as though you had just proposed a challenge.

“Oh can you?”

“For your information, yes. I can.” You were skeptical. “Come here. Right now. We’re cuddling.”

“Are we?”

“We are. Right here. Right now.” Warren sunk down into the pillows the slightest bit. He opened his arms wide and folded and tucked his metal wings as far beneath him as possible. You crawled beneath the covers and surrendered to his strong embrace. He brushed the tiny hairs out of the front of your face. “See?”

“Cozy indeed, bad boy.” You pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips and flicked the light off. “Goodnight.”

And so there the two of you were. Someone broken, and someone who pieced broken things back together. With you in his arms, Warren had never slept better.

Hold On To Let Go Chapter 3

Chapter three has finally been written so here, take it. Please remember that I obsessively check to see if my works have gotten any feedback, so please comment and/or reblog if you liked it! It means a lot to me! Seriously, even just a bunch of random letters or words would make my heart soar.

Big thanks to @puns-and-fics for inspiring this, and @jamilton-central for putting up with my infrequent update schedule. I don’t know what I’d do without you two.


Thomas walked up the street, from the bus stop to the school courtyard. Soft rays of sunlight bounced off his dark curls of hair, framing his obviously fake smile. At least, it seemed fake to Thomas. But that was because he knew. At least James couldn’t tell, the shorter man running up to him and grinning.

“Tommy!’ James exclaimed, elated at the sight of his friend. “You’re never gonna believe what happened earlier!”


“What is it, Jemmy?” Thomas asked, happy to leave behind his inner thoughts in exchange for one of James’s stories.

“Well, you know how in Mr.Franklin’s class we have that research and debate project coming up, the one where you have partners?” James inquired hurriedly, talking a mile a minute. “Well, you got paired up with Alexandwhore!” He exclaimed, laughing slightly at the title they’d made up for the scrawny nerd during Freshman year.

“Why is that a good thing, Jemmy?” Thomas muttered, trying to hide the look of pain on his face. He would have to work with Alexander, who was the boy he’d been harrassing for years, and simultaneously the boy he’d been falling in lo- the boy who was his platonic soulmate.

“Because,” James answered smugly. “It gives us the perfect opportunity for what I would like to consider the perfect prank!”

Thomas eyed James suspiciously. “Your pranks usually end with someone in the emergency room, Jemmy.”


“Well, it’s only Alexandwhore, so it won’t matter where he ends up. Do you remember last year when it was a fairly bad storm outside, and that loser could barely speak?”

Thomas remembered that day faintly. It had been last spring, near the end of winter. Alexander had been a shivering mess, asking to leave the class as soon as the first bolt of lightning struck miles away. “Yeah, so what?”

“Well, I did some research- it’s surprising what you can find on the internet- and I think I know why he was like that. Turns out that on Nevis, or wherever it is he’s from, there was a hurricane when he was a kid. So now he can’t stand storms or something. That’s where my plan comes in. RIght before you do your presentation, we play some storm noises, dim the lights, and make it seem like a horrible storm is happening. Then, once Alexandwhore is terrified, we force him to go do the presentation in front of everyone.”

“That’s a terrible plan.”

“You have to admit that it’d work. All you have to do is get him in the right place at the right time so that I can do my technical stuff.”

“And Burr? What does Aaron know of this?”

“He said something about a code of honor, and how he needed to remain impartial on the situation of Hamilton- basically, Aaron’s a buzzkill, but he won’t tell anyone if we go through with it. So…you in?” James asked, raising an eyebrow.

Thomas felt his heart sink at the idea of doing such a thing to his soulmate. Even if Thomas didn’t love the other teen, this would be a cruel thing to do to his ‘other half’. But this wasn’t his soulmate. Nobody knew except him. Not even Alexander. And Thomas knew that he wouldn’t think twice before doing such a thing to a bastard, orphan, whore’s son, undeserving, smartass-

“I’m in.”


Click, click, click, went the linoleum tile beneath Alexander’s feet. His arm was covered in dark green scribbles, and the scribbles were covering up his- he didn’t need to think about that. Not at all. His sleeves were down, and it was a particularly cold day, so wouldn’t have to worry about someone accidentally seeing the marks on his wrists. Not at all.

Locker doors slammed open and shut carelessly down the hall, the metallic clangs melding together with the dozens of conversations happening at once, a few words stringing together each time he passed a group of people. One moment it was ‘she smells wine and cheap’ and the next it was a simple ‘cooler than a vintage cassette’, as if people still used those.

He kept his head down, denying himself the ability to see exactly who was around him. It was more in an effort to remain inconspicuous than to block his eyesight, but Alexander was willing to use either excuse while trapped in his thoughts. The world was quiet, but a strange sense of quiet. The type of quiet one can only find in the midst of a crowd of teenagers and the air thick with gossip.

Eventually, he reached his first class of the day, U.S. History. It wasn’t his favorite, per say, but he was smarter than to call it his most hated subject. After all, in this class, the only member of his group of tormentors that was here was Jefferson, and he sat across the room. That was as good as it would get.

Rushing in through the open door, he scurried away from the pressing crowd of his peers and walked into the artificially-lit room. There was Mr.Franklin, smiling at him politely, and the classroom half-full of people who simply wanted to avoid the noise and pressure of the halls before the first class of the day, and, of course, the memo board. It was typically bare, save for the crumpled flyer for a musical that the school had put on years ago, but today was different. Today, a neon green piece of paper was tacked to the board.

Walking over to it, he furrowed his brow at the list of names before reading the title of the page. ‘Group assignments’, it said, in overly curvy font which Mr.Franklin had most likely chosen for no reason other than the fact that it seemed amusing at the time, as most his choices appeared to be.

Scanning the page, Alexander’s heart stopped beating for just a moment when he read the words next to his own name.

Typed neatly on the paper in a font that Alexander had never even seen before was the name Alexander Hamilton, with a line attaching it to another name he knew all too well.

Thomas Jefferson.

It Was All My Fault (Peter Parker Imagine)

Prompt: You’re seriously injured by a villain, and Peter does the only thing he can think of; taking you to Stark. Tony Stark and Bruce Banner help nurse you back to health, but not without a bit of help from a blood transfusion.

Peter Parker x Reader, words: 1693, requested?: no (i actually requested this from someone else and also wanted to write it) warning: near death experience

Originally posted by spydoor-man

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anonymous asked:

what placements would make someone always look or ask for reassurance about their work or anything? like they are not sure of themselves unless someone tells them, if that makes any sense lmao

Any personal planet aspecting Saturn would work.

Sun: “Am I okay? I’m not too embarrassing, right?”

Moon: “Is it okay for me to feel like this? It’s not wrong, right?”

Mercury: “Is it okay if I say this? I’m not sure if this is right.”

Venus: “I don’t know if I look okay. Do I look fine?”

Mars: “I don’t know if I should be doing this. This is the right thing to do, right?”

One Shot (VII)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Chanyeol

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 5,814

Summary:  You’re a deadly assassin, hired to kill bad guys. But what if the bad guy doesn’t seem so … bad?

Originally posted by chanshine

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Anchor (Liam Dunbar)

Originally posted by michaasiak

this idea was one I’ve had for a while and honestly, I’m proud I’m posting two days in a row lol.  with all the love you’ve shown The One Where You Find a New Home, I decided to write something new for you guys!! hope you enjoy xx

warnings: none


Brett Talbot.

That boy sure is attractive, but he makes any girl run the opposite direction when he opens him mouth.  And I have the huge misfortune of seeing him today after school.  Devenford Prep is playing Beacon Hills and I can’t wait to watch my friends kick their asses.  There must be something in the water over at Devenford that has made them believe going to a private school somehow makes them superior.  They act all cocky, like nothing and nobody can touch them.

Snapped out of my angry inner monologue, I see Liam opening him locker and walk over.

“So, Nine, you ready for the game today?” I say, with a wiggle of my eyebrows.  But instead of the grin I had expected back, all I get is a half-hearted shrug.  “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“I forgot my science project at home, my water spilled in my bag and soaked my notebook, and I don’t want to see Brett’s stupid face today,” he finishes with a frustrated huff.

I put my hands up in surrender.  “Woah, slow down.  It’s going to be okay and I know you’ll do fine.  You’ve beaten them before and you have some help with… well… you know,” I say, referring to the heightened senses that come with being a werewolf.  “I’ll be in the stands, cheering you on!”  I say, with too much enthusiasm and head to my next class.  I hope my little speech helped.


After what seems like the longest day of my life, it is finally time for the game.  Although I’m just here to watch, I have butterflies in my stomach and can’t sit still, too worked up with anticipation.  I decide to head to the water fountain, just to have something to do to calm down before the game.  Liam seemed nervous enough and with chemo signals, the last thing he needs is my anxiety overwhelming him.  I step down from the top of the bleachers.  Then, humming and slightly distracted, I walk right into a rock-hard chest.

“Hey, beautiful,” and with those words, I immediately roll my eyes.

“Not today, Talbot.”  I try to scoot around him, but he steps to the side, once again blocking my way.

“Come on, babe, just talk to me.”  With this, I notice a player on the field raise his head in our direction and recognize Liam.  Brett continues, “You can even go out with me after the game.  I want you as my prize.”

I scoff.  “No thanks, but maybe after Beacon Hills wins, I’ll consider giving you a pity handshake.”

“Don’t be like that, I’ve seen you looking at me and I want you to know, you can always come to our side of the bleachers and wear my extra jersey.  You’d look great in it,” he says with a wink and I have to use all my strength not to get sick right in front of him.  He makes the mistake of putting his hand on my hip and that’s when I see Stiles and Scott rushing over to huddle around Liam.

“Excuse me, Brett.  This conversation has been tons of fun, but I have to go.”  Running over, I see Liam’s eyes through his helmet.  They aren’t bright blue anymore, but a sickly shade of yellow.  I mutter curses under my breath, looking to Scott for instructions.

With panic in his eyes, he tells me to take Liam inside, away from anyone who could realize what he is.  I nod, grabbing Liam’s arm and taking him where I’ve been with Scott before, in a similar situation to Liam’s: the boy’s locker room.  Arguably the smelliest and dirtiest place in the school, it seems to be the place to go when one needs separation from the world, which describes what Liam needs if he wants to avoid wolfing out.  

“Get out of here,” Liam mutters, eyes shut tight and hands balled into fists.  I see blood dripping to the floor, meaning his claws are out.

Cautiously, I respond, “Liam, just-”

“LEAVE!” he interrupts and lets out a terrifying growl.  He rams against a set of lockers, leaving them dented.  “Please, go right now before I hurt you.”

To this, I shake my head.  “You won’t hurt me, Liam.  Just listen to my heartbeat.  You can control this.  You need to control this.”  I take a few steps towards him, resting a hand on his shoulders heaving with heavy breaths.  He whips his head up towards me, eyes still yellow.  I take his hand and put it on my chest, right above my heart.  “You’re okay, just focus on the steady rhythm of my heart and breath.  You are safe and everything is okay.  There is nothing to worry about, nothing to be angry about, and nothing to fear.”  With this, he closes his eyes and sighs.  He opens them after a few minutes of silence and I am relieved to see they are back to being beautifully blue.

“Thank you.  I think you’re my anchor.  You brought me back when I thought I’d turn,” he sheepishly says.  “It’s just… I mean… When I saw you talking to Brett, hearing the things he was saying, I got so angry an-and jealous.”

I put a hand on his face and run my thumb across his cheekbone.  “Don’t worry about it.  I love you, idiot and I will happily take on anything that comes with being an anchor.  We should probably let Scott and Stiles know you’re alright, though.”  I take his hand that has since healed from being punctured with his claws and we walk back to the field together.


“Where THE HELL is Dunbar?!” we hear Coach say, obviously angered he’s missing one of his best players.

“I’m here!”

“Well, what are you waiting for?  Get on the field and score us some goals!”  Jeez, I don’t know how these players deal with such a loud coach.

Before the whistle blows, Liam looks over at me.  I wink and whisper, “Kick Talbot’s ass,” to which I get a thumbs up.  This game sure is going to be interesting.  I giggle, shaking my head, and crossing my fingers and shout, “Let’s go Beacon Hills!”

Lovebite

Synopsis: Jughead has one too many vodkas and finds himself unable to remember what he did…or what he did to you.                                                        Pairings: Jugheadxreader                                                                         Warnings: fluff, kisses, underage drinking, swearing                                                A/N: Not requested or edited just came from my brain and its kinda long

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3rd person

“Juggy slow down for christ sake!” Jughead had caught your hand tightly as he drunkenly pulled you up the stairs away from your party. It was Archie’ surprise birthday party and things had gotten a little out of hand and as much as you wanted to stay and keep things from getting crazier in your parentless house, drunk jughead was much more fun to watch.

“Sh sh sh yn shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” english was not coming to Jughead as easily as usual, delighting you as you two often fought. A rocky relationship with good intentions…most of the time.

Jughead hauled you inside your darkened room before falling over his own legs ((i do this sober)). “Woah Jug are you okay?” you bit your lip trying not to laugh at the bambi on ice attempting to stand again. He took your offered hand and pulled you into him tightly. You gulped slightly at the sudden close proximity.

“Umm jug-” jughead put his whole hand to your face, pawing it before isolating a single finger to your lips, Vodka taking his coordination. “shhchhhshhcccchhh” This time you couldn’t not laugh.

Your laugh was silenced with the sudden taste of vodka on your lips. Jughead wrapped a hand around to the nape of your neck and deepened the sudden kiss you both shared. He pushed you against the closed door and ran his hand to your side.

With the realisation of what was happening and who it was happening with you, you broke from jughead, pushing him into the chest but not breaking the grip he hand on your waste.

“Woah woah Juggy two minutes ago we were at each other’s throats!” a smirk grew on his face before he attached himself to your neck, a small whimper escaping your lips at the sudden sensation. Jughead bit down on your neck sweetly then harshly, forcing your head over further granting him access. His warm hands slipped under your shirt to your lower back as he continued to mark you hungrily meanwhile you forced down the moan rising to your vocal cords.

“Okay okay jug no no no you’re so drunk right now” your hands ran down his arms and pulled his hands out of their grip, he swayed slightly without the support.

“Oh no yn yn i really want this, i have forever coooommmeee onnn i just needed a little liquid courage to finally act on it, thats not that baaaad?” the slur of words scented with liquor reminded you how drunk he was but still there was temptation. A loud shatter from downstairs snapped you out of it. You kissed jugheads cheek before slipping out the door to attend to the chaos.

Jughead stood alone in the ill lit room, the accidental shots taking hold. He slowly retreated until the backs of his knees hit your bed, sending him flying back into the cotton and into a deep sleep.

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“Ugggghhh god someone turn down the sun” jughead whined putting a hand to his aching head. He sat up from beneath the layers of cotton instantly regretting it and slipping back under them again.

“Morning sunshine” jughead stiffened with the fright of your voice beside him.

“Uhhhh” he slowly lowered the covers again until he could just see over the edge, your room blinking into focus. You sat busily typing away on his laptop next to him. His head quickly flashed back to his clothed body before letting out a slight sigh of relief.

“Dont worry beaniebrain nothing happened, after cleaning up when everyone left i was so tired i just wanted to sleep in my own bed…you had the same idea” you smiled at your clearly very hungover friend. “So…you dont remember anything?” your voice was cautious before jughead gently shook his head, afraid to move too fast.

“I remember…the vodka…there was cake at one point too right?…and then vodka” he sat up slowly and leaned into your side “what are you doing with my laptop?”

“I’m writing the events of last night for your book, thought it might be of interest later…” you closed the document before jughead could read over your shoulder.

Jughead exhaled loudly as you absentmindedly tied up your messy mop of hair ((is that an irish colloquialism?))

“Woah woah yn was someone hungry last night?” he laughed gesturing to the very obvious lovebites ((hickey etc)) decorating your neck, one in particular standing out. You bit your lip as the colour rose to your cheeks. Jughead marveled in your sudden uncomfortable shift.

“Ummm” you closed the cover of the laptop, slipping it onto the floor.

“Aww come on ynn you can tell me i promise i won’t tell anyoooneee” he whined into your face, slipping a hand over your waist with pleading eyes.

“No” you took your hair back down covering your neck again

“Ahh come on pleaaase….okay fine fine…do i know them?” you rolled your eyes, of course the ever curious Jughead Jones wasn’t going to let it go. You considered your choices and decided to feed into him otherwise you’d still be hearing about it in 3 years time.

“Fine fine fine…yeah” his eyes lit up with your sudden corporation. The idea of someone else being that close you however, was not as pleasing to him.

“Okay hmmm if i get it right will you tell me?” you nodded slowly not sure if you’d stay true to your word.

“Hmmm okay archie…no no it couldn’t be archie V would actually skin you alive….i bet you could take her” she laughed.

“Okay…is it Nate from Science” you shook your head.

“Is it Dan from English” again you shook your head.

“Oh ynn no no nooo please” he suddenly was on his knees on the bed, grasping your hands in his “please YN YLN please say it wasn’t Reggie” you laughed but his eyes were slightly desperate so you shook your head again. He collapsed playfully on top of you with an overdramatic sigh.

“Just tell meeeeeee” he whined into your chest

“Fine” he sat up quickly between your legs, hanging on every word.

“You” you lowered your head as your confidence dwindled

“Me?! But i don’t remem…” his eyes widened with the flashbacks of what happened, you still couldn’t look back up to meet his eyes. “Oh my god” he collapsed alongside of you, hand returning to his forehead. “I’m so so sorry yn”

“Don’t be sorry” his eyes flashed to you and he smiled

“I can’t believe I went through with it” you raised an eyebrow to the confession.

“Ummm well i kinda wanted to kiss you for ages and Archie was trying to convince me to finally do it and i couldn’t yanno…find the courage and emmm well vodka…” glanced to you to see your reaction and you smiled towards him.

“You need vodka to kiss me?” you leaned over the side of your bed to the bedside locker, pulling out a small bottle of travel size vodka and tossing it playfully to him as he laughed.

“Not anymore…” the two of you met in sweetness that soon turned to searing passion. Jughead moved to bite your neck again but you pulled back away from him.

“No no no” you whispered while his eyes faltered “my turn” your wicked smirk matched his before connect with his neck.

Two days but who’s counting? ~Naughty November~

Prompt: Smut with Derek Morgan from criminal minds.

Pairing: Reader x Derek

Word Count: 715

Warning: None

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anonymous asked:

Cliff, how did you overcome the fear that you're not REALLY trans and that when you start taking T you'll realise it was the wrong choice, enough to actually start taking it? I want to, but I'm really scared that I'm making things up or exaggerating them and that going on hormones will turn out to be the wrong decision...

I overcame my fear by telling myself this: “Yes, transition is a permanent decision.  But if I never transition, that is also permanent.”

Also, realize that the effects of T are gradual.  One shot of T will not turn you into Sean Connery overnight.  (we should be so lucky)  While different people do respond to T in different ways, generally during the first few weeks you’re not going to have super drastic physical changes.  This gives you some time to see how it feels and check in with yourself.  Transition is a permanent decision, but not instantly.  So if you find out that you’re not really trans, you do have a window to back out.

(Actually, you can back out any time, but it will be more work and you’ll have to live with more permanent changes.  But you can do it.)

Finally, I had a lot of conversations with myself and occasionally Rowdy that sounded a lot like this:

“I’m sorry if it’s just some weird phase that I’m going around telling everyone I’m trans, I don’t even know what gender really means anyway, I just don’t know, don’t know…”

“Okay, that’s fine, do you want to live as a woman again?”

“WHAT?  NO!!!!”

It might be helpful to question yourself in this way and see if you have the same response.

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Zenmasters Week 2017: Day 3 – Favorite Arc/Episode(s)

Steven, how can you say that? Okay, fine. You know what? Maybe I do have feelings for Michael, but what am I supposed to do? He was my first boyfriend! And you know what? You’re gonna have to learn to deal with it, and if you can’t and you’re gonna have to break up with me because of that, then I can’t stop you. But I think It’s a real waste because I love you!

❝ 100+ f.r.i.e.n.d.s starter sentences
  • “well, no problem, we’ll just use it to stop the bleeding.”
  • “this is huge! this is bigger than huge this is - what’s bigger than huge?”
  • “oh i’m so sorry, i just gave away the ending didn’t i?”
  • “i mean - how, how did this happen?”
  • “i mean isn’t that just kick you in the crotch, spit on your neck fantastic?”
  • “so what the hell happened to you?”
  • “there was always this little voice inside my head that kept saying its never going to happen.”
  • “i never would’ve gone for it with her if it hadn’t been for you.”
  • “how is that a silver lining?”
  • “you want to know what i’m thinking?”
  • “i was trying to spare your feelings.”
  • “okay, you have to stop the q-tip when there’s resistance!”
  • “okay, sweetheart, i’ll see you later.”
  • “you think you could close your eyes for just a sec?”
  • “i sort of did a stupid thing last night.”
  • “okay, ______, why don’t you just go get dressed and be on your way.”
  • “you’re not pathetic, you’re just sad.”
  • “this is about your horrible mistake.”
  • “okay, you’re going to have to not touch my ass.”
  • “you’re sure he’s going to be able to crack that code?”

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Soap Opera- Daniel Seavey

A/N: Requested from the prompt list, #34 “You’re everything to me” & #65 “I thought I lost you” sorry it’s so short but I still think its cute so here you go (This is one of the more comedic ones that I’ve done so please give me some feedback on if I should do more of these)

Summary: It’s been two weeks since you and Daniel had gotten into a huge fight over something small, both of you too childish to apologize, until one day he shows up at your house.

it was week two of staying at Christina’s house, you were best friends and you knew she loved you but you did kind of show up unannounced so you understood why she wanted you gone.

Christina sat down next to you, no makeup on, with glasses, and one of Corbyn’s sweatshirts, a mug of hot chocolate in her right hand, she always looked effortlessly beautiful. you smiled at her until she stole the family sized bag of chips from you. 

“Y/N” she spoke, placing the bag of chips on the coffee table in front of you, “its been two weeks, you know I love you but you need to stop being so petty and just talk to Daniel already. I can tell you miss him, and I know for a fact that he misses you too.” you crossed your arms and sunk deeper into the couch.

“if he missed me, he wouldn’t have let me walk out that day. Besides I’m perfectly fine without him” you lifted your nose in the air and looked away from your best friend, but you still felt her judging you.

she grabbed your shoulder and forced you to look at her, “you’ve spent the last two weeks sitting on this couch eating junk food and crying over Spanish soap opera’s!” she exclaimed, you frowned knowing she was right.

“Okay fine, maybe I do miss him, but I’ll get over it. He betrayed me, Christina! Betrayed me!” you wailed dramatically and snatched the bag of chips back as Corbyn walked into the room, slinging his arm around Christina.

“definitely too many soap opera’s” she sighed, shaking her head at you.

“Alright I gotta head to the studio” he smiled, placing a kiss on Christina’s lips, you groaned and threw the bag at them.

“EW AFFECTION!”

Corbyn let out a laugh and patted you on the head on his way out. “Bye Y/N”

“Seriously Y/N-” Christina was cut off by the doorbell, you cheered, content with the fact that you didn’t have to hear her nag anymore.

She rolled her eyes as she stood up to open the door, your eyes widened as you saw who it was.

You shot up off the couch and before Christina could even think, you slammed the door, leaning your back against it.

“Y/N! open the freaking door, you need to talk to him.” she scolded, placing her hand on her hip, you shook your head.

“No Way!” you whispered, “He doesn’t even know I’m here, we just have to wait till he leaves.”

“Y/N! I know you’re in there!” you heard Daniel shout from the other side of the door, you screwed your eyes shut.

“Damn it!” you cursed.

Christina pushed you out of the way, opening the door to reveal your boyfriend, his phone in one hand, car keys in the other.

“Talk it out!” Christina pointed at you before leaving the room.

you cleared your throat and crossed your arms, “Daniel.”

“Y/N?” his statement seemed more like a question, wondering if you were still mad at him.

“Yes?” you sighed.

“I just wanted to apologize for what I did, I didn’t know that it would hurt your feelings to this extent, and I want you to come home” he spoke, but you were too stubborn to give up that easy.

“I don’t know if I can forgive you Daniel” you whispered, looking down at the floor.

“I’ll take you to Chipotle” 

your eyes lit up as you jumped into his arms, he let out a laugh and wrapped his arms around you.

“Okay good, because you’re everything to me Y/N, I thought I had lost you”

you smiled up at him, placing a quick but meaningful kiss on his lips.

“next time, just don’t eat my leftovers” you warned.

“Literally a fucking soap opera” you heard Christina speak from behind you.

Shelter - part two

Author: @dylan-trash-tbh

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Words: 1,6 k

A/N: @golddaggers more than you know, always.

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Originally posted by stallingdemons

My head was thumping when I woke up, a dull ache spreading quickly, mingling with every muscle in my body. I had no idea where I was, but, upon attempting to open my eyes, I realised I was under too much light. It was so bright I immediately closed them again. A growl sound rumbling on my chest.

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sparklebubbleblonde  asked:

What are Jackie and hydes best quotes, romance wise?

Mmmm… Okay, so Hyde isn’t a man of words, so some of these quotes make sense with the context of his actions. And also, this is a sitcom that made fun of everything, and most romantic shit went to Donna and Eric. But here we go:

  • “Steven is perfect!”, Jackie defending Hyde from his father in season 7.
  • “She’s my chick.”, “See? I told you he wouldn’t ditch me. I’m his chick!”, Hyde and Jackie in season 7 while in a double date with Kitty and Red.
  • “I know I love Steven… Because he’s smart. And deep. And when we have conversations, he makes me think. Which used to give me a headache, but now I really like“, Jackie talking about Hyde in season 5.
  • “I know that you are mad at me, so go ahead and yell” “You are beautiful”, Hyde sees Jackie in a wedding dress in season 6. Please note that this is a guy who is supposed to not be able to commit for shit and spend the whole episode mad at her for liking the idea of one day getting married, until he sees her in a wedding dress.
  • “But what if I never find anybody else?” “No, but you will, man. You’ll find somebody great.” Hyde comforting Jackie in season 2.
  • Which is amazing when she says this about Kelso: “Michael took me for granted, too, and then I found someone better”. And he tells Kelso, too: “[About Jackie breaking up with Kelso] After a while, she found someone better: me”. Or something around the lines, I don’t remember that good.
  • “Steven, how can you said that? Okay, fine, you know what? Maybe I do have feelings for Michael. But what I am supposed to do? He was my first boyfriend! And you know what? You’re gonna have to learn to deal with it. And If you can’t, and you’re gonna have to break up with me because of that, then I can’t stop you, but I think it’s a real waste, because I love you”, Jackie to Hyde in season 5.
  • “[After giving her his favorite Led Zeppeling shirt] Yeah, that’s my favorite. You are with me now, so I wanted you to have it.” Hyde to Jackie in season 5.
  • “You’re probably sitting there, thinking: ‘I’m on this date with this girl who really, really likes me’ and she’s so beautiful, that– you’re wondering, ‘How can I open up to her when everyone I have ever loved have abandoned me? Am I even worthy of love?’ Well, you are, Steven. You are.” Jackie to Hyde in season 3.
  • “I’ve never felt this way about a girl before. And I’m sorry, but I wanna be with her”, Hyde to Kelso about Jackie in season 5.
  • “Steven has my heart”, Jackie talking about Hyde (to Kelso lmao) from season 5.