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i was tagged by @myriadimagines (what an icon, i love)

rule: tag 9 people you want to get to know better

1. top three ships: Clarke x Lexa (The 100), Stiles x Lydia (Teen Wolf), Lincoln x Octavia (The 100) (i don’t watch enough shows with ships i rLY like tbh) (im picky) (this will change in like a month)

2. lipstick or chapstick: hm, i use lipstick as chapstick sometimes tbh so iDK

3. last song: Wonderland by Natalia Kills

4. last movie: Spider-Man: Homecoming ( i love one ( 1 ) bean )

5. top three shows: The 100, Teen Wolf, and Legends of Tomorrow

i’ll tag

@headcanonsblog

@alanaswriting

@the100imagine

@writingmale

@fandomsfanficsandfangirlsohmy

@imagination-going-100

we made it to an even 6 and i’ll end there bc like

rule breaking

i live a life of crime

(also anyone seeing this can do this and tag me so i can see mhm)

prompts for writing

feel free to use any of these! 

send in requests!

1. “Your hair is so soft..” 

2. “It’s too cold! Come back!”

3. “No, I’m not letting you go. It’s too early to get out of bed.”

4. “C’mere, you can sit in my lap until I’m done working.”

5. “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”

6. “Shh, you’re safe. I won’t let you go.”

7. “What? does that feel good?”

8. “Just pretend to be my date.”

9. “He/She did it.” “No he/she did.”

10. “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

11. “It’s not a double date. We’re just third and fourth wheeling.”

12. “No no–it’s alright, come here.”

13. “I’m not going to leave you. You’re never going to have to suffer by yourself again, I promise.”

14. “Look, I know we don’t know each other that well, but I’m still worried about you. No one deserves to be alone.”

15. “If I could, I would kiss away all of your scars.”

16. “I think I might be falling in love with you.”

17. “Your lips are so soft. I could kiss them all day.”

18. “It’s not bad to cry. In fact, I think it makes a person stronger.”

19. “Mmm.. you’re warm.”

20. “You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this..”

21. “I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with..”

22. “No, you can’t get up! You’re my prisoner for today.”

23. “Shh, it was just a bad dream. Just a dream, okay? None of it was really.”

24. “You know I’m/we’re always here for you, right?”

25. “Please talk to me about it.”

26. “You have something in you hair.. um–do you want me to get it out?”

27. “I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror..”

28. “I would’ve had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm and I didn’t want to wake you.”

29. “I know I’ve kissed you like, ten times, but just like another ten, please.”

30. “Are you wearing my shirt?“

31. “Wanna, like–I mean, if you’re not busy.. We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?”

32. “So I was driving past a pet store and couldn’t help but wonder how cute an animal would be like in our home..”

33. “Let’s just stay in bed.”

34. “We live together. You can’t blame this on anyone else.”

35. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”

36. “Shooting star. Make a wish.“ 

37. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

38. “Wow, you’re hot.“

39. “I want to marry you.”

40. “I want to take a shower so you should probably join me. It’ll save water.”

41. “You’re just not the same anymore..”

42. “It’s midnight! Where the hell were you?”

43. “What the hell is your problem?!”

44. “Why do you run away from your problems all the time?”

45. “You can’t keep it all inside, you know? Bottling it up won’t do any good.”

46. “Hey, I know you’re hurting.. but, you’re not alone, okay?”

47. “I hate you! I’m sorry it took me so damn long to realize that.”

48. “You lost your chance.”

49. “I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression.”

50. “You can’t just lose your temper like this every time you get a bit upset!”

51. “Calm down! You’re scaring me!”

52. “Don’t look at me like that.”

53. “Were you ever going to tell me?”

54. “I’m done trying to help you!” 

55. “Sorry doesn’t fix everything.”

56. “You didn’t call. You didn’t text. Nothing.”

57. “It isn’t up for debate.”

58. “I don’t know what’s wrong, okay? I’m just… really tired.”

59. “I’m fine. Stop asking.”

60. “I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s wrong, and don’t try lying to me.”

61. “I hope someday you get a taste of your own medicine.”

62. “Pack your shit and go. Get the fuck out of my sight!”

63. “Is this how little you think of me?”

64. “I can’t do this anymore.. not with you.”

65. “Are you happy now? Huh? DOES THIS MAKE YOU HAPPY?!”

66. “You said you’d always be there for me… so how did this happened? Why weren’t you there?”

67. “Did it ever occur to you that you’re hurting me too?”

68. “I don’t need help! I just want the pain to stop!”

69. “We can be friends instead.”

70. “I tried to move on, but nobody is you.”

71. “Do I look like I’ve moved on?”

72. “I don’t remember a fight or a reason, so what happened? Why did we break up?”

73. “Can I at least buy you a coffee? For old times sake.”

74. “I can’t take the loneliness anymore.”

75. “What are you talking about? You’re married!”

76. “I feels like everyone just forgot I exist.”

77. “Maybe I’m meant to be alone.”

78. “I gave you your chance, and you just used it to stab me in the back.”

79. “I’ve been alone for so long..”

80. “But you promised..”

81. “Isn’t this, like, illegal?” “Probably.”

82. “You’re really drunk right now. I don’t think you’re gonna remember any of this.”“No, I’m not drunk at all. You’re just blurry.”

83. “I have a feeling we should kiss.”“Is that a good feeling or a bad feeling?” 

84. “Yeah, well, I shut everybody out. Don’t take it personally. It’s just easier.”

85. "You’re jealous, aren’t you?” “I’m not jealous.”

86. “Were you ever going to tell me?”

87. “I can’t believe you dragged me into this.”

88. “Bite me.” “Eat me.” “Kiss my ass.”

89. “You think I’m dumb enough to fall for that stupid move?”

90. “You have to tell me why were committing a felony before we do it. Not that that’s going to stop us, but at least I’ll have all the facts.”

91. “You weren’t supposed to laugh! I’m so embarrassed!”

92. “I vote today be a pajama day.”

93. “You aren’t supposed to laugh! I’m embarrassed!”

94. “It’s a real shame nobody asked for your opinion.”

95. “There’s been some real friction in our friend group lately. I suggest an orgy to save our friendship.”

96. “I saw that. You just checked me out.”

97. “Are you stupid or stupid?”

98. “How about you make me?”

99. “Do it. I dare you.”

100. “Rise and shine, motherfucker.”

101. “Well fuck me!" 

102. "Are you… Drunk?" 

103. "Walk it off." 

104. "Did you just go throw up?" 

105. "Could you turn it down? A bit? Maybe?" 

106. "Don’t drink that! I saw that guy slip something in there!" 

107. "Get out of here! This is my hiding spot!" 

108. "Quick, pretend your talking to me." 

109. "Could you hold my hand?" 

110. "You’re hiding under that blanket because you’re blushing?" 

111. "Can I kiss you?" 

112. "Quit looking at me with that stupid expression. You’re pissing me off." 

113. “ …Why? Why are you being… so nice to me? I can’t understand. I can’t understand! I just can’t understand… “ 

114. "Don’t you think you’re a little too old to be using cheesy pick up lines?" 

115. "You’re the perfect combination of sexy and cute." 

116. "You know I’ll kill him if he hurts you." 

117. "Can we please pretend I never said that?" 

118. "Forget the douche. He’s a dick. He’s a dickdouche." 

119. "You guys are yelling and I want ice cream!" 

120. "How ‘bout you stick it up your ass instead?" 

121. ”“Punched” is one word, “Fisted” is another.“ 

122. "Please! Leave me alone!" 

123. "It’s too late for you to be out by yourself." 

124. "You seem like a friendly face, mind if I sit with you?" 

125. "You made me this way." 

126. "I think about you all the time, it’s freaking annoying." 

127. "Bill Nye couldn’t even help you." 

128. "You left your shirt at my house. It’s mine now." 

129. "I just wanted to hear your voice." 

130. "I saw a shooting star and I thought of you.”

when im gOING TO POST AN IMAGINE I SWEAR IT BUT NOT YET. I HAVE TO REBLOG THIS OKAY. JUST THINK OF ME AS DEAD FOR NOW.

so i’ve decided (after seeing many other users do this) that i would do an icon color palette challenge! the palettes i used were mainly from colorhex.com or from google so credit goes to their rightful owners. 
so basically i’ll be taking icon requests for these palettes specifically and will make 5 icons out of each of these colors! just send a character + a palette number and i’ll make them. please just reblog this post to spread the word :) 
ps if you want to request multiple characters and/or palettes then feel free to do that as well.

Following a Lead

Liam Dunbar x Reader

Warning: Mention of Parental Death, Getting Kicked Out, Vodka

Summary: It’s two a.m when Liam gets an unexpected visitor at his house. One that intends to stay the night. (Hint: it’s you)

Requested by @tailah-haderson-gilbert

Prompts:

6. “I need a place to stay.”

16. “You’re getting crumbs all over my bed.”

24. “It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka!”

31. “I haven’t slept in ages.”

59. “I could punch you right now.”

these prompts fit so well together im, also lowkey enjoyed whatever character i just constructed here?? trAGIC BACKSTORY? IS THAT YOU?

You knew it was late. The way the crescent moon peered through the trees and the empty streets were a dead give away. The town was quiet, even for Beacon Hills. Especially for Beacon Hills, actually.

You walked along the sidewalk, the sleeves of your maroon hoodie acting as the only thing barring you against the cold late autumn wind. When you spotted his house, you let out a sigh of relief and bounded up the porch steps.

For a moment, as your hand hovered before the front door, you contemplated turning around and walking away. Perhaps Scott would be more open to letting you stay over but you didn’t know where he lived and it was already late enough.

You knocked against the front door, rubbing your arms as you tried to ignore the cold. When the door edged open and you saw Liam peek out, you gave him a soft appreciative smile. “Y/N?” He asked, clearly confused.

“Liam, hey!” you greeted cheerily, well as cheery as you could be. “I need a place to stay.” Liam looked at you confused for a moment, but it was two a.m and he definitely didn’t have to energy to reject you.

He side stepped, allowing you to enter his house. You smiled thankfully as you stepped inside, gazing about the warm house. “Can I ask why?”

You pondered his question for a moment. It was a long story but you trusted Liam and he did ask. “Well,” you began, “I thought I had found a lead...on my mom’s killer.” Liam, tired as he may be, continued listening. “I was out, like, all day following it. When I got home, about an hour ago, I ran into my dad. He yelled at me for looking into it, saying ‘the past is the past’ and I argued back, of course. Things got intense and he told me to get out.”

You glanced away from Liam, not interested in seeing his reaction as you looked about the house. His parents weren’t around so you could only assume they were probably asleep. “Uh, sorry...that that, uh, happened.” Liam definitely didn’t know what to say to you but you didn’t blame him. You offered a smile in response. “You can stay in my room, just don’t be loud? I don’t think I’m allowed to have you over...at two a.m.”

“Probably not,” you mused as Liam led the way to his room. You trotted after him, almost immediately collapsing onto his bed once you saw it in your line of sight. “Ah. Comfort.”

“Yeah, okay,” Liam sighed softly to himself as he sat down at his desk. He wiped his tired eyes as he watched you toss and turn onto his bed for a moment, before going still. Presumably, you were falling asleep. Liam spun around in his desk chair for a moment, contemplating whether or not he should get up.

The only reason he even answered the door was because he had been in the kitchen to get a drink of water. Now he had you in his room and no water. He leant his elbow on the arm of his chair, resting his head in his hand as he too drifted off.

———————————

Liam was startled awake by sounds coming from the kitchen. His eyes darted to his empty bed and the wide open bedroom door. Instinctively, he scrambled to his feet and dashed into the kitchen to find you sat on the kitchen counter.

A package of chocolate chips was laid beside you and a large bottle of vodka in your hands as you stared at Liam like a deer caught in headlights. Liam’s eyes went wide as he whipped his head toward the clock and back at you. “It’s six o’clock!” He yelled in a hushed tone.

“Yes, it is!” You yelled back, mimicking his tone. You shook your head as you began to unscrew the lid to the vodka. But Liam snatched it from your hands before you could finish. “Hey!” You exclaimed with a pout.

“It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka!” Liam scolded you as he adjusted the cap and went to put it back where his parents had kept it. You stuck your tongue out at him as you grabbed the cookies. Liam, once again, took them from your grasp.

You gasped aloud. “I could punch you right now,” you hissed as you hopped off the counter and reached out for them but Liam stepped away before you could. “I haven’t eaten like anything, all day! Besides cereal!”

“Can you be quiet?!” Liam asked desperately, glancing down the hall fearfully. He didn’t want his parents to wake up to find you in the kitchen, that wouldn’t go well for sure. You narrowed your eyes at him as you crossed your arms over your chest, waiting for the return of the chocolate chips. “Wha-what are you even doing out here? You were sleeping.”

You scoffed, “I haven’t slept in ages.” Suddenly your tone went from childish to something much more cynical and dark. Liam looked at you with evident concern. “Not since I’ve begun looking into my mom’s death anyway. The cops never found anything. You can’t tell me that’s not weird.”

“Well yeah, but Y/N-“

“I know she was killed for a reason and I’m willing to bet it had something to do with the supernatural. I just need to figure out how,” you explained with a small shrug. Liam looked over you for a moment before jutting the cookies out toward you. Your eyes lit up. “Are you letting me have them?!” Liam’s eyes widened. “Quiet. Right,” you smiled, lowering your tone as you trotted down the hall back to Liam’s room.

Liam followed you, shutting the door behind you both. You took a seat on the edge of his bed, happily munching on the cookies. “You’re going to have to be out of here by noon. My step-dad will be at work and my mom has to go shopping and-“

“Sorry for stealing your bed, by the way,” you cut him off. “I ended up just stealing your bed and I didn’t even sleep. I tried and then I was just on my phone for...four hours? Wow, sorry,” you muttered apologetically as you extended the cookie package out to him. “Cookie?”

“Oh, thanks.” Liam took a cookie as he spun around in his chair for a moment. “Maybe Scott and Stiles could...look into your mom’s murder? I’m not saying they could do a lot but Stiles is always kind of ready to solve a mystery and if it’s the supernatural-“ Liam trailed off, noticing the grin you were giving him. “W-what?”

“You’re sweet,” you told him, almost not noticing the blush on his cheeks once you had said that.

“Well, I just...Y/N...you’re getting crumbs all over my bed.”

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Reggie in his black tank from Finally Free.

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Still Do

FP Jones x Fem!Reader

Warning: Cheating? PregnANCY?? Being left at the aLTAR?? aNGST? idk ah (also this says fem!reader bc well uh pregnancy but there’s no prounouns so!)

Summary: Wedding Days are supposed to be special. So why wasn’t yours?

Requested by anonymous

i delved from the ask a little bc this woulda been kinda long (it still iS) otherwise bUt it’s hERE

You loved him. Your relationship had never been the easiest, what with FP dealing with the serpents and all, but you loved him.

You were at your place, washing a few used dishes as you occasionally watched the gleam of the ring on your finger. Maybe it was cheesy to be so happy but you weren’t going to let that stop you as you began to dry the dishes. You were supposed to meet FP at Pop’s in a little over an hour for an announcement of yours.

Maybe you were a little worried about telling him of the bun in your oven, but he had a right to know and if he did love you, like you assumed, then there shouldn’t be a problem. Perhaps too eager, you left your place.

You decided going to Pop’s and having a shake or two until FP arrived wouldn’t be too much of a bad idea. You didn’t go to Pop’s too often but Jughead, FP’s son who you were certainly fond of, raved about it enough that you started to go more.

The drive wasn’t long as you hopped out of your car and started towards the entrance. As you pulled the door open, you peered inside the diner for a moment. It wasn’t that busy but it wasn’t empty either. You scanned for a moment before you spotted FP already inside.

You didn’t mind him being here early but you did mind the woman sat across from him. You knew her well. Alice Cooper, an old flame of FP’s so to speak. You weren’t the jealous type but the way they sat at that booth together was far too much for your heart.

It reminded you of your first date with the Serpent and you couldn’t help but swallow the lump in your throat as you turned on your heels and left as fast as you could. No one had seen you that mattered so it was like you were never there, like you hadn’t seen anything.

You had a week until the wedding and you were hoping your heart could survive until then.

——————————

Maybe you had overreacted but you had chose not to speak to FP for the entirety of the week. You were chewing over talking to him about what you had seen but you couldn’t do it. Hell, even now as you stood in the church, in your wedding garments, you were still anxious.

Jughead, though confused as to why, had taken the liberty of telling his dad that you were just superstitious and wanted to keep yourself as far from him as possible until the wedding. He even told him that you had forgotten about the announcement you were going to make.

“You look beautiful, Y/N.” You spun around to see Toni Topaz watching you with a smile of adoration. She was one of the few Serpents you were close with, and she was close to Jughead, so maybe that’s why you chose to have her here with you.

“She’s right,” Betty agreed, mimicking the same smile. Even if the thought of Alice only brought pain to your heart, Betty was Jughead’s girlfriend and you loved having her around as well.

“Thank you both,” you sighed, forcing a smile. You realized they were both trying to keep you calm while everyone eagerly awaited FP’s arrival. Archie, perhaps not the best choice for the wedding party, had already accidentally revealed that FP was late. You specifically remembered his girlfriend, Veronica, casting him a glare and a slap on the arm for telling you that. “Where’s Jughead?”

“Here,” Jughead responded, promptly entering the room where you were all gathered. The girls quickly excused themselves to leave you and Jughead to talk.

“He’s running late,” you sighed, casting a glance toward your overwrought frame in the mirror. You then turned toward Jughead in his suit, the usual beanie still on his head. “Really, the beanie?”

“It’s a part of me,” Jughead scoffed, a playful smile on his face. Though he wouldn’t admit it, he did enjoy you being around. You made FP happy and what more could Jughead want? “Can I ask why you haven’t talked to my dad for a week?”

“I may have seen him with someone and I was just more worried-“ Before you could finish, the door squeaked open and Betty peeked her head in. She gave Jughead a sorrowful head shake and you certainly knew what that meant.

In a single instant, you were on your feet and running for the church doors as tears streamed down your face. You had a right to be sad and you were. Not only had you seen him with the woman he certainly never stopped loving, but you were stood up on the day that was supposed to be the most special of all days for you.

——————————

It’d been three months or so. You chose to avoid FP at all costs and it seemed he wasn’t intent on seeing you either. As mad as you wanted to be, you could only be so mad because in some way, you still loved him.

And you hated it. You hated it with just about every fiber of your being. You wanted to curse him and move on but on some nights, you would just sit in your place and the tears would flow. You could never stop them and you just wished for it all to stop.

For the hurt to go away.

Jughead was caught in the middle. He had been so mad at his dad that day and when a month later you had told him about your pregnancy, he had gotten madder. He loved his dad, he did, but he also loved you both together and this entire thing was hell for him.

But you made him swear not to tell FP. You wanted to do that. At least, you wanted to when you were ready to face him. You still couldn’t do it and until then you were going to live your life.

You went to the doctor, but it wasn’t a routine checkup. You were going to find out the sex of the baby and you were ecstatic about it. Part of you thought about keeping it a secret but you couldn’t wait to find out.

Only, when you walked into the clinic you wanted nothing more than to leave. “Y/N, wait!” FP called when you had already begun to turn on your heels.

“What?” You snapped back, glad the clinic was empty except for the receptionist who quickly went to check some files.

“You weren’t going to tell me?”

“Like you deserve to know,” you scoffed, glaring into his eyes. “And for your information, I was planning to.” You pushed past him and went up to the receptionist, ready to check in.

The receptionist pointed out the door for you to go into and you gave FP one last glance. You began down the hallway. “Wait.” You froze at the sound of his voice. “Just...let me come with you.”

Perhaps you were too soft, or perhaps it was the love you still held for him, but your gaze wasn’t as hardened as you gave him a nod and continued down the hallway.

“I wasn’t with Alice,” FP announced the moment you stepped into the empty room. You simply continued forward and sat down, waiting for the doctor’s arrival. “Y/N?”

“I heard you,” you bit back. “That doesn’t excuse the fact you left me at the altar.” You crossed your arms over your chest, before setting a hand on your bare stomach. This ultrasound was supposed to be exciting but now you just wanted it to be over. “I don’t even get why you’re here.”

“Jughead told me the appointment was today.”

“Of course he did,” you sighed, not surprised that Jughead had cracked and told his father. Perhaps he hoped it would fix everything, this moment, but you felt that was just a little bit too wrong.

“I,” FP began, seeming to struggle with his own words, “thought you deserved better. Than me.”

You cast him a cold glare that had a deep sorrow to it. “I loved you.” FP glanced down toward the floor tiles. “I still do,” you muttered under your breath, earning another glance from FP.

It was then that the doctor entered. The tension was definitely high in the room but you were just eager to get it over with. “Hello,” the doctor greeted cheerfully, not sensing the atmosphere. “Are you the father?” FP didn’t respond, and neither did you. “Right, okay! Let’s get to it.”

The gel was applied to your stomach as you continued to avoid FP’s stare. Then, in an instant, your anger and sadness had washed away at the sight of the baby on the ultrasound screen. Maybe you couldn’t fully make out the baby but it was there nonetheless and you knew it.

“Congratulations,” the doctor began, looking toward you both, “it’s a boy.” You let out a soft laugh, letting that wash over you. You had no guesses about what it was going to be, but you certainly couldn’t be happier.

You glanced toward FP, noticing the tears brimming his eyes. As the doctor began to clean up and leave, you chuckled lightly, “The Great FP crying? Who would’ve thought?” FP playfully rolled his eyes at you as he seemed to stumble for words. “We’re not naming him Forsythe Pendleton Jones IV.”

“We’re?” FP asked with a soft laugh of both amusement and disbelief.

“Yes, we’re,” you repeated, sending him a slight smile. “I’m still mad at you and we definitely have problems to work out, but I do love you and this is your baby. I’m not doing this alone, I’ll have you know.” FP couldn’t help the smile on his face before he crashed his lips against yours.

You both certainly had a lot of work to do, but one thing was for certain.

You loved him.

Did you live or did you die?

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“The boys from Mystic Messenger wouldn’t treat me like this.”

— Me, whenever something mildly inconveniences me.