not your exact request but i hope you liked it anyway

Sex with the Avengers

Request: In your opinion, what is the favorite sexual position of each guy (Steve, Bucky, Pietro, Clint, Bruce, Tony) with a female partner? And for Natasha and Wanda (ONLY if you’re comfortable with)? I’M IN LOVE WIH YOUR BLOG! -Anon

A/N: Oops, I planned to write this quickly -like just tell you the positions, but now here I am, four hours later and all of the descriptions aren’t even containing one exact position. Sorry, I hope you like these anyway haha x AND THANK YOU DOLL ♥

Ps. Gosh, I’m such a trash for Steve.

Originally posted by starksokovia

Pietro

Keyword: His speed. Oh god, that speed. He would take time to have sex with you, but he would use his speed while teasing you –first, he’s kissing you against the wall and before you even realize, you are laying naked underneath him, his mouth devouring your dripping wet core, causing you to scream his name from the sudden contact.

Pietro would love to be on top; pressing you against the mattress, kissing your lips or sucking your neck demandingly. This position gives him everything he wants; chance to see your expressions, eventuality to touch you and the oh so good possibility to use his speed on you, fucking you hard while you tangle your fingers to his hair or dig your nails to his back, leaving marks he loves to see at the morning after your heated night together.

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Sibling Abuse in ACOTAR

I am writing this post to deal with the misconceptions about what constitutes sibling abuse in the ACOTAR fandom. When replying to this post, it is very important to keep the discussion polite and respectful. Please also consider that the trivializing and belittling of this subject can have a negative impact on survivors of this abuse who are reading your comments. I would also request that we leave other characters out of these discussions, especially if they have no bearing on the topic. When using information from one of my sources, I will use a number that I assigned to that source. A separate post with information from different articles will be posted and tagged “sibling abuse sources”, and labeled by the same numbers. I will also be using direct quotes from ACOTAR. I am writing this post in between different school and regular work, so I did not have time to detail the parental abuse (mostly in the form of neglect) also found in ACOTAR. I will only touch on it and its tie to the sibling abuse. If needed, I will do a post on other familial abuse later. I am a survivor of familial abuse – both parental and sibling. Unlike Feyre, the abuse I suffered was physical as well. When reading this post remember that I have a lot of experience with this topic, and that others who read it and your comments may too.

           Family violence is awful in all its forms, but is usually depicted inaccurately with men as just perpetrators and women solely as victims of abusive family acts. This study’s findings indicate that there are no gender differences related to surviving sibling abuse or perpetrating emotional and physical abuse among siblings (3). There are three factors to consider when defining sibling abuse - perception, intent, and severity. Perception refers to how each sibling sees the interaction. If one sibling involved in the sibling relationship views the behavior as abusive, there is a dynamic beyond normal sibling rivalry (3). Intent refers to what a sibling hoped to accomplish through an action or behavior. When sibling abuse is present, the intent of the perpetrating sibling is primarily to cause harm. Severity is related to the duration and intensity of the sibling behavior. As severity increases there is greater chance that the sibling relationship is abusive. Perception, intent, and severity exist within three primary categories of sibling abuse: psychological, physical, and sexual (3). Psychological abuse is typically not recognized by parents and is often dismissed as normal sibling rivalry. This type of abuse includes belittling, intimidation, provocation, destroying possessions, and torturing/killing pets. Psychological abuse is different from “normal” behavior based on consistency and intensity. Examples would include words and actions expressing degradation and contempt that have an impact on the sense of well-being (insecurity and self-esteem) of a sibling, such as daily harassing statements like, “No one in this family cares about you and we would all be happier if you were dead” (3).

           The most prominent perpetrator of sibling abuse in ACOTAR is Nesta. There are numerous words and actions found in the beginning of ACOTAR that support this statement. One of the most prominent instances, was this exchange between the sisters, “What do you know?” Nesta breathed. “You’re just a half-wild beast with the nerve to bark orders at all hours of the day and night. Keep it up, and someday—someday, Feyre, you’ll have no one left to remember you, or to care that you ever existed.” She stormed off, Elain darting after her, cooing her sympathy. They slammed the door to the bedroom hard enough to rattle the dishes. I’d heard the words before—and knew she only repeated them because I’d flinched that first time she spat them. They still burned anyway.” The last insult she told Feyre is almost identical to the example given by Source 3, “No one in this family cares about you and we would all be happier if you were dead”. The text shows that Nesta had said similar hurtful statements before, and said them knowing that they emotionally hurt Feyre. By analyzing this exchange with the three aspects of sibling abuse in mind, this exchange is clearly psychologically abusive. Feyre clearly perceives this as a verbal/emotional attack, and the words Nesta use greatly wounds Feyre emotionally. Nesta’s intent in this situation is also clear – she is seeking to hurt Feyre. Nesta is looking to wound Feyre for her disapproving of Nesta’s possible marriage proposal. Nesta uses this specific phrase because she has used it in the past and knew it had hurt Feyre’s feelings. The last aspect of sibling abuse, severity, is also evidenced by this exchange. Nesta has used almost those exact words to hurt Feyre before, and she actively looks for ways to wound Feyre emotionally, as evidenced by more quotes found from the book.

           More exchanges that reek of abuse found in ACOTAR include, “… so you can have enough time to paint your glorious masterpieces.” She sneered at the pillar of foxglove I’d painted along the edge of the table…” In this quote from Nesta, she is knowingly and purposefully mocking the only activity Feyre enjoys – painting. Her sneering at Feyre’s work also highlights just how sarcastic Nesta’s words are when she called Feyre’s painting masterpieces. Sarcasm on its own is not abuse, but when paired with Nesta’s actions (like trying to hurt Feyre’s self-esteem and pride of her artwork) shows that Nesta has the intent to emotionally wound Feyre. And Nesta succeeds in her attempt to belittle Feyre’s art, “I drowned the urge to cover up the painting with my hand. Maybe tomorrow I’d just scrape it off the table altogether.” Nesta’s next psychological abuse tactic is to humiliate Feyre in front of their father and other sister by exposing Feyre’s sexual activity and trying to use it to shame her. “She added with a small smile, “At least I don’t have to resort to rutting in the hay with Isaac Hale like an animal.” My father let out an embarrassed cough, looking to his cot by the fire. He’d never said a word against Nesta, from either fear or guilt, and apparently, he wasn’t going to start now, even if this was the first he was hearing of Isaac.” The role their father plays in allowing and propagating the abuse will be discussed later, but is seen in this quote. It is also interesting his potential “fear” of Nesta. This is an example of an abuser humiliating their victim to elicit shame in the target of their attacks. As will be discussed later, lowering a victim’s self-worth and increasing their shame is a tactic to gain power over them. Sex shaming an individual on its own, while hurtful, is not only abusive. But when the other factors of the situation are considered, it adds to the narrative of daily abuse Nesta bestows on Feyre. When analyzing this situation with the three sibling abuse factors, perception, intent, and severity, it is easy to see that Nesta is being abusive again in the text.

Siblings who resort to bullying view it as a means to exert power, often in response to the fact that they have been victimized by parents, older siblings, or someone outside the family (1). The aggression of the perpetrators can be a means of getting back at a favored child and releasing the anger stemming from their own abuse or an attempt to claim a sense of mastery over the trauma of their own abuse or situation. The aggression can also be a form of mimicry that is reinforced by other aggressors in the family (1).

The whole power dynamic of Feyre’s family is entirely turned upside down. The father no longer has control or power over his children, and they are left to grapple for it between each other. His lack of control is seen not only in how he never tells his children what to do or reprimands them for their treatment of each other, but also in the ways Nesta looks to use his painfully injured leg against him, “His simply carved cane was propped up against his chair—a cane he’d made for himself … and that Nesta was sometimes prone to leaving far out of his reach.” Nesta is malicious in her behavior towards him, and while it is understandable for her to be angry and hurt by his negligence, it does not give her the right to lash out at him and Feyre. No human is perfect, so occasional outbursts would be understood, but her consistent and calculated actions against the members of her family show that the situation they have grown up in has affected her enough to use abuse tactics to try to regain power in the situation. The following quote from the book is another instance of her seeking to claim power from the others, “From beside my father, Nesta snorted. Not surprising. Any bit of praise for anyone—me, Elain, other villagers—usually resulted in her dismissal. And any word from our father usually resulted in her ridicule as well.” Anything that could help lift Feyre’s sense of self-esteem is instantly destroyed by Nesta. Nesta is almost certainly in pain, and she is looking to make sure everyone not only stays that way – but hurts more than her. Some might argue that Feyre is the one with the most power in the family, since she is the only provider and source of food and money. There might be credence to this, if it weren’t for two things. First, Feyre would never withhold food, or money for survival necessities, from her family in order to control them. Second, it is possible that one of the reasons Nesta resents Feyre is because she is the sole provider (Nesta could change this by trying to help support the family, but doesn’t) and used psychological means of taking any power that Feyre might have. An example of this can be seen in the following exchange between the sisters, “Nesta picked at her long, neat nails. “I hate chopping wood. I always get splinters.” She glanced up from beneath her dark lashes. Of all of us, Nesta looked the most like our mother—especially when she wanted something. “Besides, Feyre,” she said with a pout, “you’re so much better at it! It takes you half the time it takes me. Your hands are suited for it—they’re already so rough.”” Nesta will eventually chop the wood, but she did not do it prior to the book starting when Feyre originally asked her to, and most likely only does it to try to curry some favor with Feyre before they head to the market, which will be addressed later. In this exchange, Nesta is using what, at first glance, looks to be a compliment, but is really intended to insult Feyre. First, Nesta offered an excuse not to contribute to the family’s survival, then she compliments Feyre’s ability to chop wood, and followed it up with a compliment that Feyre had an affinity for wood chopping – since her hands were rough. This is, of course, an insult since Nesta believes that manual labor which impacts the hands is a task only poor people – people lesser than her – should do. Her belief is evidenced by the perfectly kept state of her own hands and fingers. Feyre, the provider, theoretically should be able to demand help from her family. But she at most offers empty threats, since she promised her mother that she would care for them no matter what. If Nesta did not chop the wood, Feyre would have eventually done it. This is a fact that Nesta knows and exploits. That is why Feyre does more than the bulk of the work needed for the family’s survival. These, along with other exchanges in the book, show that Nesta is using psychological abuse to claim power from her family.

           Several studies over the past three decades found data which shows that sibling abuse is pandemic and can have fatal results. One study found that as many as 40% of children in the United States engage in physical aggression against siblings, and as many as 85% engage in verbal aggression against siblings on a regular basis (1). Many factors, such as the severity and intent of an act by one sibling and the emotional impact of that act on another sibling, is used when determining if an interaction is abusive. Negative sibling relationships are characterized by fear, shame, and hopelessness. Negative relationships indicate that some form of abuse is occurring (1). Examples include ridicule, which involves both words and actions that express contempt and degradation, which deprives the victim of a sense of self-worth. The sibling who can exacerbate fear gains control in the relationship through minimizing the other’s self-esteem (1). Emotional abuse includes numerous and often cruel forms of abuse, such as belittling, intimidation, scorn, provocation, destroying possessions, and torturing/killing pets.

As discussed earlier, Nesta is looking to gain control from the other family members through contempt, degradation, belittlement, scorn, and goading. This is evidenced yet again in the following excerpt, “My sisters had gone quiet, and I looked up in time to see Nesta crinkle her nose with a sniff. She picked at my cloak. “You stink like a pig covered in its own filth. Can’t you at least try to pretend that you’re not an ignorant peasant?” I didn’t let the sting and ache show. I’d been too young to learn more than the basics of manners and reading and writing when our family had fallen into misfortune, and she’d never let me forget it.” Nesta is belittling how Feyre provides for the family by insulting her appearance after hunting and bringing home food. She is also purposefully picking at Feyre’s insecurity – the fact that she was never able to learn to read and other skills the upper/middle class have in their society. Examining this interaction with the three factors of sibling abuse in mind, Nesta is yet again abusive. Perception – Feyre feels the “sting and ache” that Nesta’s words create in her. She is emotionally hurt by her sister yet again. Intent- Nesta is looking to undermine Feyre’s accomplishment in killing a deer and looking to use a known insecurity to hurt Feyre more. Severity – the text states that Nesta has used illiteracy, manual labor, and lack of education to mock Feyre before, and this is yet again another instance of her calculating what the best words to wound Feyre are in that situation. Yet another example of Nesta finding ways to exert control on her family members is seen here, ““Take those disgusting clothes off.” I took my time, swallowing the words I wanted to bark back at her.” Some might argue that Feyre is abusive as well, and while it is important to keep in mind that all interactions are seen from Feyre’s perspective and might be biased, Feyre’s intent is also very clear. After Nesta negatively orders her to disrobe, she feels the insult in the order, but tries to keep her anger inside her and not lash out. That is not a commonly found trait in abusers, and Nesta certainly doesn’t display it. When angered, Nesta instantly lashes out, and looks to find ways to severely hurt those who she is upset with.

The family environment is an important factor in sibling abuse because sibling abuse often is a reflection of behavior that has been witnessed or experienced within the family. The family is an interdependent unit, and the actions of one family member have an impact on all the other members. Conflict over the number of emotional and material resources available, and how parents handle it, heightens stress among siblings. Children are at greater risk of sibling abuse if their parents are unavailable to meet the children’s needs and are unable to help them to resolve sibling tensions (1). Experts on sibling abuse have proposed that maladaptive parental behavior and dysfunctional family structures play key roles in fueling sibling abuse. In a study conducted by Wiehe (1997), the normalization of abuse by parents was found to be a key factor in the severity and frequency of abuse between siblings (1). It’s been proved that an abused child may inflict abuse on a sibling because they are modeling the actions of their parents.  Some victims of severe sibling abuse have reported that their family environments were toxic. Wiehe (2000) reported that some victims have “described the atmosphere in their home as a ‘battleground.’ A culture of violence developed for all family members living in this culture”. Raised in such an environment, children learn to survive through intimidation and cruelty. Families who live in chaos are at risk of sibling abuse. Chaotic and disorganized families move from crisis to crisis, and it seems that no one has control. Parental stress and overburdened caretakers are two factors that result in the assignment of parental responsibilities and tasks to children. It has been shown that there is a strong link between lack of parental supervision and the frequency and severity of sibling abuse (1).

The father in ACOTAR is neglectful to the point of abuse, which will be discussed in a different post in the future. His emotional unavailability, inability to / lack of trying to provide for the family, and refusal to protect the siblings from each other all display his neglectful abuse. The chaotic situations the family endures – losing their mother, losing their fortune, moving to a hovel, watching their father beat, living without parents who provide for them – all deeply impact the sisters. All of them are hurting, and this leads some of them to turn to abuse to deal with the issues. “But at least Nesta didn’t fill our heads with useless talk of regaining our wealth, like my father. No, she just spent whatever money I didn’t hide from her, and rarely bothered to acknowledge my father’s limping presence at all. Some days, I couldn’t tell which of us was the most wretched and bitter.” The losses this family has faced has brought them all low and filled them with pain, but it seems only Feyre is looking to actively improve their situation.

Some families promote the development of alliances at the expense of other family members. When this happens, an unhealthy triangle develops in the family structure. Triangles are not always bad. However, when rigid rules and patterns are established in the triangle, problems may arise. When this type of triangle exists in a family, resolution of emotional problems is often prevented (1). 

There is an unhealthy trio in the house – and Feyre got the short end of it. Nesta and Elain are the most bonded, and Nesta actively looks to undermine and cause Feyre pain. Instead of Elain trying to heal the rift between the other two sisters, she takes Nesta’s side – even though Nesta is predominantly cruel. This unhealthy partnership, the support of an abusive individual, and neglectfulness to the point of abuse along with the father, all show that Elain is not innocent when it comes to sibling abuse. Textual evidence of this will be provided and analyzed in a different post. Nesta also psychologically abuses Elain – but to a much lesser extent than Feyre. This again, will be covered in a different post. This post has grown too long, and so it will continue to mostly focus on the sibling dynamic between Nesta and Feyre.

           According to the National Family Violence Survey, the rates of sibling abuse “make the high rates of other forms of family violence, such as parents abusing children or spouses abusing each other, seem modest by comparison”. Even with the high incident rates, sibling abuse is the least reported and researched form of abuse (4). Emotional abuse may include verbal intimidation or name calling, degradation, insults, and threatening or completing acts of violence (4). The differences between sibling violence and abuse are that violence showed reciprocal aggression between siblings, and abuse was a result of one sibling exerting power over the other. Capsi defined sibling abuse as, “unidirectional hostility where one sibling seeks to overpower the other via a reign of terror and intimidation and reflects an asymmetrical power arrangement” (4). When assessing psychological abuse, questions related to emotional aggression can be used. These include, “what is happening that hurts your feelings?” and intent “[insert example from student’s story], did this happen accidently or on purpose? What tells you that it was ‘on purpose’?” Questions such as these will likely elicit concrete descriptions of the behavior between children (4).

           There is another source of power found within families – money and material items. Feyre is the provider of the family, the one who risks her life to hunt and bring back game. The animals can be used for a few purposes, for instance, some parts will be used for food, and other parts sold for money. Feyre, the main/only real source of income for the family should be able to decide how the money is spent. This right is undeserved and should be revoked if the provider is selfish and wasteful with the family’s funds. The book shows that Feyre is neither. Instead, her sisters are the selfish ones when it comes to money:

“I’d love a new cloak,” Elain said at last with a sigh, at the same moment Nesta rose and declared: “I need a new pair of boots.””

“I kept quiet, knowing better than to get in the middle of one of their arguments, but I glanced at Nesta’s still-shiny pair by the door. Beside hers, my too-small boots were falling apart at the seams, held together only by fraying laces.”

“She drew out the two syllables of my name—fay-ruh—into the most hideous whine I’d ever endured, and Nesta loudly clicked her tongue before ordering her to shut up.”

“I drowned them out as they began quarreling over who would get the money the hide would fetch tomorrow…”

           Why should either Elain or Nesta be given the funds the hides would earn? Neither of them hunted the animals. If they weren’t being selfish, they would be discussing the ways to use the money to best provide for the family – every member. Instead, they bicker over which one of their unhelpful and lazy selves should spend the money for their own individual benefit. Clothing is of course a necessity, but Feyre’s clothes are in far worse a state than their own, partly due to her physical activities she performs to provide for them. Since she is the youngest, it is also likely, though not specifically stated, that she got the hand-me-downs over the years as many younger siblings do, especially in poor households. Yet the siblings who did not earn the money argue over how they will spend it. Many abusers are willfully ignorant of their selfish behavior and how it affects others. Other abusers, as is likely in Nesta’s case, also selfishly seek to use money they have or haven’t earned as a power ploy. Nesta, who constantly points out Feyre’s shabby and poor appearance, has no doubt noticed the differences between their apparel. She certainly knows that Feyre’s are in a worse state, but still seeks to better her own wardrobe at the cost of her sister. Though Feyre earned the money, Nesta is trying to take away Feyre’s power to use it.

Physical and emotional sibling violence are one of the most common forms of violence against children and the consequences of physical and emotional sibling abuse can affect children and adults. Research has found children and adolescents who have experienced sibling violence to have experienced mental health, loneliness, psychological problems, and poor peer interaction and behavioral problems (2). Violence against a child, regardless of, is still violence against a child, unfortunately sibling violence has been mostly ignored in child welfare. Children and teenagers who had experienced sibling aggression reported higher mental health issues than children who had not experienced sibling abuse. Children who were victims, and perpetrators, of sibling abuse were found to be more likely to end up in abusive romantic relationships later in life (2). Both the victims and the perpetrators of emotional sibling abuse tend to have significantly lower levels of self-esteem as adults than do nonvictims (1).

The unhealthy dynamic that Feyre and Nesta grew up with was rife with the possibilities to become a selfish and psychologically unhealthy individual. Nesta had considered an engagement, which implies a prior attachment/relationship, with a man who would most likely be abusive. Feyre did end up in love with a romantically abusive partner, Tamlin. Tamlin was not just abusive towards her, but also arguably to Lucien. All sisters were unlucky enough to live in a situation that can create abusers, but only one sister did not show any indications of being abusive – Feyre. Unfortunately, she was romantically involved with an abuser, but thankfully got out and found someone who would not abuse her for the first time in her life.  

Almost all interaction between Feyre and Nesta in the beginning of ACOTAR is Nesta trying to emotionally hurt Feyre and purposefully lower her self-esteem. When reading the book, it is important to remember that Nesta has been treating Feyre that way for years – not just the few days the readers see. Feyre has been living in a hostile environment, one that Nesta inflames, for years. She has suffered emotional and mental trauma at the hands of Nesta’s psychological abuse.  

Abuse is abuse. Siblings are fully capable of abusing each other, and do so in ACOTAR. Nesta’s later actions in no way erase her abusive behavior. Future actions do not change past ones, but can begin to try to make up for it. Some abusers can and will look to protect their victims from outside threats and dangers besides themselves. Some abusers will love and care for their victims. Some abusers will do nice and kind things for their victims. Some abusers will even change their behavior. But none of it, none of it, will in any way lessen or erase their current or past abuse. Some readers don’t think Nesta did anything wrong. Some don’t want an apology from Nesta, and think it would be out of character, in that sense, they would be right. It is out of character for abusers to apologize for their behavior. But that does not mean the abusers don’t need to, or shouldn’t, apologize for their actions. Or be held accountable for them.

In order for an abuser to deserve forgiveness they need to recognize their actions as wrong. They then need to meaningfully apologize. Lastly, abusers would need to change their behavior and keep it that way. Then they would not fit the criteria for an abuser any longer. Simply stopping abusive actions do not undo abuse, erase it, or mean a person no longer deserved the title of abuser.

Nesta was an abusive sibling. The fact is that she actively sought out ways to hurt her sisters continually on a daily basis for years. The problem isn’t just that she wasn’t unconcerned with other’s feelings, it was that she calculated ways to hurt them. Whether she still is, or is not abusive is not what is being discussed in this post. Nesta’s character is an excellent opportunity for the author to show how an abuser can grow and change and be redeemed.

Personally, I will never enjoy reading about Nesta’s character. Many of her actions in ACOTAR are nearly identical to many of my brother’s. Her treatment of Feyre is very similar to some of the ways he treated me. I can’t read parts of the book with Nesta’s character and not be reminded of my brother. It is certainly possible for Nesta to grow and change, like my brother could, but even if they do, I would still not want to read about, or associate, with them. Many readers who have not suffered through sibling abuse will have no problem reading and enjoying Nesta’s character, and there is no problem with that. The problem is only when readers erase negative aspects of a character, and claim there were no misdeeds done by characters they like.

There is nothing wrong with liking a strong, willful, sarcastic, uncaring character. There is nothing wrong with liking a morally gray character. Or a villain. Many do, including myself. The situation only changes to being not okay when people refuse to acknowledge a character’s misdeeds and mistreatment of others. Everyone can have problematic faves, the only problem arises when fans refuse to acknowledge their fave’s problematic behavior. We are all capable of critical thinking and liking complex things. There is no reason to blindly pretend a character has no flaws, or that the flaws aren’t harmful to others. We can still love characters, flaws and all.

Again, I ask that only polite discussion takes place on the subjects of abuse in the fandom. There is no reason to write words that can be construed as hurtful to people who have suffered sibling, and other, abuse in the past. Please remember that survivors could be reading anything you post and say. I am tagging everyone who liked/reblogged a post I saw earlier stating there was no sibling abuse in ACOTAR. I am not looking to call anyone out, but only to shed light on a very prevalent and harmful form of abuse that has been swept under the rug far too many times.

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(Request) Save Me, Keep Me

Title: Save Me, Keep Me

Characters: Negan x you/Reader

Requested by: @jeffreydeanmorganownsme

The reader is rather young (between 20 and 25) and she has been living her last months in the company of a man she hated, for he had created nothing but trouble in the group she had and basically made all her friends die for his bad decisions.

Warnings: NSFW, 6k+ words, filthy smut I guess lol

Note: Looooooooong overdue request! Sorry it took me so long to get this up ugh. Anyway, this was requested by my fave girl and I hope you’d like this! There’s more details to this request but that’s basically the summary of it. To be honest, this isn’t my best piece and I apologize. Please forgive me if this sucks lol.

Surviving.

Fending for yourself was something you were weak at and you totally hated yourself for that. World’s gone to shit and it’s been shit for a few years now and yet you were still struggling. It wasn’t easy to just fight off the dead and for some reason, you never got used to it. The fact that you had to stay with a man you hated in order to survive made you hate yourself even more.
Jake had been a part of your survival team from the beginning and although he was a good fighter, he brought trouble along with him. He played the part of a leader, a terrible leader to be exact. He never listened to any of you and always did things on his own, which eventually led to everyone you know, dead. Now you were stuck with him simply because you want to survive, you needed to.

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as all my jewish followers and friends know, we have a holiday coming up! the featival of purim is this sunday. purim celebrates hidden miracles and hidden beauty and hidden saviours. there’s a lot of hiding. that’s why we dress up!

i’m aware that the vast majority of gentiles and a lot of jews don’t fully know the story of purim, which is recorded in the scroll of esther, or megillat esther. the megillah’s my favourite story, and has so many amazing midrashim (bit like rabbinical fanfiction) that i study year round. this story, which is the story of how a young jewish woman saved our people from a genocide, has a lot of parallels with our current political situation in the u.s., so i thought now would be a great time to tell the story!

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Experiment #4 - Request

Requested by: you know the sinners.

Summary: Sherlock and reader hold a Series of Experiments in which they test out several smutty theories with practise. Who thought science would be so fun?

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Word count: 2,973

Warnings: Rough smut - un-protected, over-stimulation, oral, fingering.

A/N: Dear lord from Heaven, please forgive me.

Enjoy!

Originally posted by estherlune

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“(Y/N),” Sherlock called, “I need you to hand me the silver knife inside of the freezer, please.”

“I’m literally at the other side of London!” She argued through the phone.

“Oh, don’t worry, there’s no hurry.” She hung up and Sherlock breathed out a laugh as he placed his phone at the tiny coffee table by his side.

“You really think she’s coming?”

“Of course she is. She never fails.” Sherlock answered confidently, and then both of them waited patiently for her arrival.

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If It’s You (M)

A one-shot based on a request from @sunshinehobi7. Hope you like it Rachel!

Hoseok and You

Genre: Fratboy Hoseok, fluff, smut and a little angst thrown in for good measure heh heh

Word count: 7, 205 words

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Crossing the threshold of the house felt like stepping into a different world. The music was so loud it felt like the whole place was thumping in time with the beats. It was not usually your scene but when your roommate, Amy, asked if you wanted to go to the party with her she didn’t have much persuading to do. You had just finished your finals, you deserved a break and socialise after being cooped up with books for so long and maybe kick back a beer or two.

So here you were. You smiled and greeted the other students you knew as you delved further into the house, letting Amy lead you to the spacious living room. It didn’t feel very big now that it was packed with a large amount of people chatting and dancing with no organisation whatsoever as it typically was at this sort of gathering.

An hour or so later found you still in the same room, not having moved much from your original spot where you leaned against the wall, talking to some of your friends about plans for the break. Your legs were aching from standing too long and you’d give anything to be able to sit down on the couch you were sure was in the middle of the room somewhere, but so many people had been crowding it that you hadn’t even been able to see it most of the time.

Then a group of people finally shuffled off to gift you with a view of the couch. However, it wasn’t the furniture that caught your attention, but the people sitting on it. One particular person, to be exact. The people flanking him on either side did not matter to you; you were instantly drawn to the man sprawled on the couch, his body lean and relaxed. His hair was not quite blonde, perhaps it was the lighting in the room playing tricks on you but it looked peach; a colour you’d brand silly on anyone else, but on him it seemed fitting and suited to his tanned skin.

He tilted his head right at that moment and caught your eye. That was when you decided that just as his hair colour suited his tan, his slightly darkened skin matched the sunny smile that he flashed you even more. The curve of your lips hitched upwards reflexively as you returned his intense gaze with your own that was filled with wonder. Never had you felt so drawn to someone before, and it was not just his looks either, because you’d met guys who were drop dead gorgeous yet didn’t feel the pull that you were experiencing now.

You were unsure if he thought that you were as magnetic as you found him to be, but you knew that his gaze was piercing you longer than necessary, spanning almost a minute before he leaned on his side to say something to the girl sitting next to him, never taking his eyes off of you. The girl’s expression took on a look of surprise, then she nodded and walked out of the room. His grin turned into one of proud triumph as he patted the vacant seat, motioning for you to come over and take it.

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anonymous asked:

Ok so so ok. I Adore your nurseydex fics. Can i maybe possibly request a fic? Maaaaaybe one where they try to work out living together without the team finding out that they're dating maybe? Its chill sauce if you aren't taking prompts rn or anything don't stress it starshine

a/n: Sorry this took so long and that it’s less than amazing. 

With a sigh of relief that he was finally (FINALLY) back at the Haus after a long day of classes, Dex quickly made his way through the door, hoping to slip up the stairs unnoticed. He wasn’t in the sort of mood to run into anyone. He just wanted to get comfortable and maybe cuddle with his boyfriend.

Of course, that meant that he was stopped precisely four steps into the Haus by an aggressively cheerful Bitty, bearing a plate piled high with sandwiches. Dex wanted to hit himself for forgetting that he had texted Bitty earlier to complain that he had forgotten his bagged lunch on the kitchen counter (because yes, shut up, he took bagged lunches… his class schedule didn’t give him enough time to buy food on campus). And, because he was that sort of friend, Bitty promised to have lunch waiting for Dex when he got done for the day.

Dex didn’t want to have lunch with Bitty, even if he made the best sandwiches, bar none. He just wanted to lay with Nursey and get his hair played with and maybe get off. He couldn’t tell Bitty any of that, though, so Dex gave his captain a tight smile and followed him into the living room.

“Just a heads up, Dex, Nursey is already here. Gotta fuel up before whatever fight y'all are gonna have today.”

We’re not going to fight!, Dex wanted to yell. We’ve been going out for six months and none of you bothered to notice.

He didn’t though. Instead, he grabbed a sandwich of the top of the pile and shoved it in his mouth, then grimaced. Apparently that was Bitty’s stack, because it had more mustard than meat. Dex tried not to gag when he set it back down on the plate and grabbed a new one.

Bitty spent the next 20 minutes sending concerned looks his way that Dex pretended he didn’t see. That would mean having a conversation, which meant not getting to go upstairs, the exact opposite of what he wanted. So, he made sure to have food in his mouth at all times, and got up immediately when he was done eating.

He threw a casual “Thanks for lunch” over his shoulder as he bound up the stairs.

Nursey had their bedroom door propped open with the stupid unicorn like he usually did. They both hated the thing, but Nursey refused to admit it. Dex kicked it out of the way a little harder than necessary (he wanted it gone more than he wanted to win the standoff about it, and that was saying something).

Nursey was laying on the top bunk, something they started doing when they realized it was easier to hide that they were laying together if anyone barged in. Dex hated it. He hated that it was necessary. He threw his bag on the floor, not watching where it landed, and rolled onto the bottom bunk. He kicked he flimsy mattress above him a few times with his socked feet.

“come down here, asshole.”

Practically, there was no difference between laying together on the top bunk or the bottom bunk. They were both too small and too lumpy. They both knew there was no reason for Nursey to switch beds. Nursey didn’t point any of that out, though. Instead, he rolled off the top bunk and lumbered into the bottom to join Dex.

As soon as he seemed comfortable, Dex clung to him like a limpet. Nursey, the saint, didn’t say anything about that, either. He just let Dex wrap around him as he slipped a hand into curly red hair. The tension that had been building between Dex’s shoulders eased the tiniest bit.

They laid there for a while, Nursey’s hands running through Dex’s hair while Dex tried to put his feelings into words. It was something he was working on, processing his emotions instead of just reacting to them. Mostly he sucked at it, but he was trying. For Nursey (the woman at the counselling center said he should be trying for himself, but Dex was still having a hard time believing he was worth that effort… but he could do it for Nursey).

Once he felt like he had his thoughts somewhat gathered, he asked, “Why haven’t we told the team we’re dating?”

Nursey tried to pull back enough to see Dex’s face, but the bunk was too small. He settled for holding on to him tighter, instead.

“Well, Ransom and Holster said it would be easier this way, and you thought it would be a good idea, so we agreed.”

Which was true. Right before summer started, after Lardo had moved her things out and Dex and Nursey were moving their things in, Holster had walked in on them making out in the mostly empty bedroom. Dex expected him to go yelling it through the Haus, but instead, he sat them down and told them about him and Ransom. Except…

“Everyone knew they were together, though. They weren’t really hiding anything. And they thought that the team wouldn’t understand the whole them and March and April thing. I mean, look how happy Bitty is now that everyone knows about him and Jack.”

This time, Nursey did pull away enough to look at Dex, and ended up half-off the bunk because of it. He had a little smirk and a glimmer in his eye. “You wanna tell everyone about us?”

“Well, maybe. Yeah. I do.”

Nursey’s smirk turned into a wide smile.”Awww, you like me.”

“Whatever, don’t go that far. You just don’t annoy me enough to pretend I hate you around everyone else.”

Nursey rolled his eyes, but pulled Dex in for a sloppy kiss anyway. For Dex, that was practically a love confession. But that could come later. So could telling everyone.

Dex tried to deepen the kiss, but they ended up rolling straight off the bed, instead. They landed with a thump. Seconds later, a shout came from downstairs. “If I have to separate you, it’s on y'all’s head, you hear?”

They both laughed until they couldn’t anymore, then kissed until it turned into something else entirely.

chelseamonx  asked:

Hello! Can I have a BTS reaction of them cheating on their s/o and breaking up and her moving on and them trying to get her back? Something angst! Thank you!!😘

Yes yes~ I’ll make it super angsty. 

Also, I tend to make (Y/n) a girl, since I-myself-am a girl. If y’all fellas have a request please don’t be shy~ Tell me you would like a request where (Y/n) is a male, I don’t want y’all to feel left out. 

BTS: Reaction to cheating on you and breaking up with you. You move on and they try to get you back. But they can’t have you back because… (aka the longest title in history)

♥Jin: What was wrong with him? How could he do such an awful thing to the most beautiful, genuinely sweet person in the world? He betrayed the definition of perfect. How could he ever convince you to come back to him? After a long hard day of work and overthinking, he headed to the apartment you shared many memories in. The same “Welcome” mat was in front of the door, and he almost immediately cried. He thought of all the times he’s tripped over that thing, and the times you’d cutely stomp your wet shoes on it before walking inside.

He had the balls to knock on that door. He tapped his foot as he counted the seconds it took for the door to be answered. Staring at the ground he thought of running, but it was too late when he saw light in front of him. He lifted his head and went to speak, but there he saw a shirtless man, running his fingers through his hair.

“Babe? Who is it?” Your voice sounded from the kitchen. Jin’s heart shattered to pieces. 

“Uhmm… Just tell her this is for her.” Jin said in a soft voice before lifelessly blowing a kiss. He then turned and walked away.

Originally posted by bangtan

♥Yoongi: He knew he messed up. He knew from the start that it was a bad idea. But he was possessed by another woman, and intoxicated. It’s been months since he’s seen you and with each passing minute he felt himself breaking apart from the inside out. He needed you, he craved your sweet sweet smiles and kisses. He knew how you’d react, he knew he’d only get pushed away but he had to try. He missed you, and he still loved you.

He walked up to your front door, but there was a vacant sign. He went on a crazy hunt for you, asking all your friends and parents what couldn’t happened to you. But all they did was give him dirty looks. 

“Why don’t you check the bone-yard? You filthy dog.” Your father responded to him. But what Yoongi didn’t understand was, the truth in that statement. His last destination, the graveyard, is where he fell to pieces. A tombstone that had your name was the last thing he expected. You were killed in an accident. Yoongi felt as if he truly did betray you. If he didn’t leave you, maybe this wouldn’t have happened. Or maybe you both would’ve gotten killed and he’d still be happily with you wherever you ended up. 

Hey laid next to your grave and cried silently, occasionally letting out whimpers and slowly falling into a deep sleep.  

Originally posted by tahyns

♥Namjoon: It all started with that party. He remembered clearly, the words you spoke to him before he left. “Be careful Joonie~ Don’t drink too much. Call me when you need to pick me up. And no other girls ok?” Your voice was so sweet, how could he promise you he’d stay loyal to your words, but break it so easily? He met a tall, blonde girl at the party. Nice legs, nice breasts, how could he resist? After that night, it slowly became more than just sex. And he told you about it. He felt so right but so wrong. And after a month of not seeing you, he realized he seriously fucked up.

He was in deep emotional shit. Staring at his lifeless self in the mirror. Scruff outlining his face and the scent of alcohol lingering in the air. He felt petite arms wrap around him and he felt angry. It was her fault that he left the most wonderful woman in the world. He threw her arms off him and ran outside. White t-shirt, red boxers, and no cares in the world. He wanted you back.

He drove to your house, crying and thinking of what to say. His mind was scrambled. He got to your house, and eyed you as you pulled fresh oranges out of the orange tree you raised together since you were kids. He smiled big, but his smile completely went away when he saw a man come up behind you and hug you tight. He was squeezing you and spinning you, and you were genuinely laughing. You moved on. His heart broke into the tiniest pieces and he watched you for a long time before driving up a mountain, somewhere he went with you all the time to forget the bad things in life.  

Originally posted by jimintensify

 ♥Hoseok: You were his hope. And that’s saying a lot, considering he WAS hope himself. You’ve helped him through so much, the good and the bad, and you never left his side. But he left yours. A 3 month long tour, and he met a girl in Jamaica. God was she beautiful. But no matter how beautiful he thought she was, his mind kept wondering back to you. He loved how happy and bright you were all of the time. How shameless you were, and how you were just yourself all of the time.

His Jamaican girlfriend moved to Seoul to be with him, but he felt wrong about it. As he laid in bed with her arms wrapped around him, he thought of you, sleeping all cute and cuddled up to that teddy bear he bought you when you were sick. He started to smile and noticeably, he started crying. He kissed his girlfriend to try and forget. After a ton of perfect kisses, he made his decision. “I don’t love you.” He told her honestly. He stood up and got dressed. He had to see your beautiful smile even if you just rejected him. He stopped at a store for flowers, where he strangely ran into you. “(Y/n)…” He whispered and grabbed your hands, tearing up. “Baby it’s me-it’s Hobi-” He was cut off when a man wrapped his arm around your neck. 

“Is this guy bothering you darling?” The man spoke to you in such a way that made Hoseok want to strangle him. Of course, he wouldn’t go to such measures.

“No, I think he’s just confused…” You gave Hoseok a sympathetic look, but you couldn’t forget what he did to you. So you shook his hands off and wrapped your arm around your boyfriends torso. “Let’s go.” You walked off with him, not even caring to glance back. You left Hoseok there, wrecked as if he’d just been hit by lightening. 

Originally posted by hobiswife

♥Jimin: It’s like he was being haunted. Every time he slept, or had sex with his girlfriend, or ate a meal… anything he did, he thought of you. He thought he was over you. So he decided to go to see you. He wanted to tell you how he felt, and that he wanted you to get out of his head. But the second he saw your gorgeous face, he started remember. He was so, helplessly in love. “Oh, Jimin? Do you need something?” The way you spoke to him as if nothing happened between you hurt him so much. 

“(Y/n) do you hate me?” He asked, his voice cracking. You just smiled in response.

“You know I don’t hate anyone. I… I hate what you did. But, Jimin I’m over it. We just weren’t meant to be is all.” You said while putting potted flowers on shelves in your flower shop that you once owned together. He panicked as you spoke. You were over him?? 

“No, (Y/n) I still love-” He was cut off by the bell, letting you know a customer entered the building. 

“Oh~ Hi baby!” You said with the cutest tone that drove Jimin crazy. Only this time, the crazy it drove him was negative. He saw you run into the arms of a guy he’s never seen before. He was so heart broken.

“I’ll leave…” He said quietly, in his deep accented voice before storming out of the building. 

Originally posted by mintsugakookies

♥Taehyung: He tapped his pencil against his lined paper gently, getting more furious as time passed by. He was writing out a list. he was hoping that writing out a list of all the bad things you’ve done to him would help him forget about you so he could go along with his new girlfriend. He couldn’t think of a single thing. All he thought of was positives. The time you picked him up from dance practice with Boba tea, and all the times you stood backstage just to hear the same songs over and over again, all for him. Every sound you made, every step you took. Every time your soft lips touched his own.

He started melting into his thoughts, and he laid his head on his paper that had a single word on it, “(Y/n).” He started chuckling every time he thought of a cute memory. His eyes filled with tears, and soon his paper was soaked. He could no longer write on it. He grabbed his phone and chewed on his lip roughly. He stared at your contact, which still had that cursed picture of you two kissing. He hesitantly but surely clicked the call button. 

Ring… ring… rin- “Hello? Taehyungie?” You answered the phone in a tired. voice.

“(Y/n)… I uh, I know it’s late… But I wanted to talk to you…” He mumbled.

“Yeah sure, hold on just a sec. Hey baby, I’ll be right there let me just take this call.” You spoke away from the phone, but Taehyung clearly heard you. His breath hitched and he thought he lost himself for a moment. 

“Baby?” He carefully asked.

“Yeah, I’m going out tonight for my 2 month with my boyfriend. Anyway, what was it that you needed?” You asked through the phone. He couldn’t answer. He quickly hung up the phone and started to slowly hyperventilate. How could this happen to him? He officially lost the best thing that has ever happened to him…

Originally posted by mvssmedia

♥Jungkook: He was paralyzed. Standing in front of a woman he thought he loved, and holding her hands, his voice caught in his throat. The audience waited a whole minute before his wife-to-be cleared her throat at him. He refocused, and immediately said, “I can’t marry you.” He let go of her hands. He knew the real love of his life was probably laying on her couch, watching some sad movie like she did the past 2 months after the breakup.

He knew he cheated, he knew he did wrong but he needed to get you back, he was determined. He walked into your work, remembering your exact days and hours. As he stood in front of your office door, his soul left his body. There was a table set up with pictures and notes. Flowers even. His voice became uneven and he asked one of your coworkers where you were.

“You didn’t know? Well she… she died a few weeks ago. I heard it was suicide but I’m not too sure.” She said nonchalantly and shrugged. She then continued on her day, not caring about the boy who was having a practical mental breakdown in the office. He cried in front of the table, staring at a specific picture of you and him. He couldn’t believe that picture even still existed. 

“Gone…” He whispered to himself over and over again as he slowly realized that he truly lost you for good. He let his world slip right through his fingers. When he went home that night, he sat in front of a candle in the middle of his room, that being the only light source he got. It was your favorite scent. “I’m sorry (Y/n)… I’ll see you soon.” And a trigger was pulled.

Originally posted by jjks

Second Chances

Words: 10.1k

Genre: Fluff / Soulmate AU

Warnings: slight description of a panic attack, swearing

Description:  Soulmate AU in which you get to see colours when you kiss your soulmate. Dan has a particularity.

Read on AO3 / @florallylester made a moodboard for this and I’m crying


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The Girl Next Door [Tom Holland Smut]

Request: “ #695 for tom holland 😛 [[know you’re busy but i feel u, take your time]] “ [anonnymous] 

Words: 1.7+k

Rating: Explicit

Trigger warings: Smut, cheesy romcom story lmao

Summary: You just wanted to take a shower and relax in bed after a rough day.

A/N: This was supposed to be a drabble but I made it into a full imagine to fulfill the thirst of my sweet sinful followers that have been requesting Tom Holland. Y’all give me life. I hope you like this. Also I wanted it to be short but whoops. 


As soon as you walked into your apartment you slipped out of your shoes and started peeling off your clothes. You knew your room mate wouldn’t be home at that time and you couldn’t care less if your creepy neighbor was staring at you through the window. Not today. You were too tired to think about it. Too sweaty to stay on this hideous polo shirt that was the bookstore uniform. All you needed right now was a nice shower and lay in your bed reading one of those erotica books your sister gave you because not even your brain were working right to read anything with depth. You needed to relax.  

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Religion is Complicated

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Title: Religion is Complicated

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Word Count: 1,583

Warnings: angst, and small amounts of fluff

A/N: This was requested by an anon! I hope you all enjoy Satan Sunday <3 <3 Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3

The rain pelted your clothes as you sat on the curb outside your house.  You weren’t sure where you were going to go.  Your family had always been strict with their religion and their rules.  You didn’t mean to upset them with your opinion.  Apparently having an opinion was earned in your home.  You realized this a little too late.

Tears streamed down your face as you sat in the rain.  It didn’t matter what happened, you now had nowhere to live, nowhere to eat, and nowhere to bathe.  This had to be one of the worst days of your life.

“Religion can be so complicated,” an unfamiliar voice uttered, as a tall man towered over you.  His hair was blond and his eyes were blue.  He was wearing jeans and a brown shirt with a green over shirt on top of it.  “I broke too many rules once.  My father kicked me out too.”

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Like the first time (Zach Dempsey x Reader)

hey! Like I told you, I was a little bit sacred of start writing because of the mistakes, but how there’s never too much Zach Dempsey imagines and because your beautiful messages I decided to give this a try. I hope you like it, if you do. Let me know :)

So the prompt is one that I requested a few days ago and no one wrote me but a lot of people wanted it so here you go : Zach Dempsey x reader when they’re a party and Zach is super drunk and starts hitting on girlfriend like, you’re the most beautiful woman in the whole world and we should date and you’re like Zach, I’m already your girlfriend, and he’s with his goofy smile thanking the sky because what did he do to deserve such an angel? Takes her hand and lets get out of here.

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The key to party is totally to be on point; not too early, not too late. Why? If you arrive too early, you get bored, have those awkward conversations of what do we play, what do we do untill all the people arrive; and, if you’re too late, everyone is drunk.

But there wasn’t another option, you needed to finish that awful history project that was killing you. Or you are super freak about this project or your classmates don’t give a damn about the class. Anyway, your father was so kind that he took you to the party after you finished it.

-I’ll take you home later okay? – your father said smiling at you while you were heading out of the car – no it’s ok, thank you dad, I’ll probably just crash here or Zach will take me home – you said to him – ok sweetheart, take care – he shouted from the car window

- I will! Love you, bye! – you shouted while you rushed to the party. Unfortunately, everyone was already pretty drunk.

- Y/N! – you heard before you were embraced in a bone-breaking hug – you came! How are you? - breath…less- you managed to say before Jeff Atkins let you go apologizing with a smile – I don’t know if it was worth it that I came, they all seem pretty wasted – you said to Jeff looking around 

– Come on! The party is more alive than ever- he said opening his arms- we’re playing beer pong over there- he said pointing at the group of people laughing over the table- there are some people back there- said looking at the fire pit – and over there – pointing under a tree – there is Clay and Hannah, I’m traying to set them up for ages now, they’re so oblivious, you know? God! What is Tyler doing here? He’ll scare Hannah- Jeff was going to interrupt when you put your hand on his shoulder.

- Easy there, jeff. I’ve got this – you said walking to meet Clay and Hannah – Hey Tyler, What are you doing here ? You know, there’s not much material for the yearbook here
-hey Y/N! I know, I just was trying to…- to see if you find our dirty laundry?- you interrupted him. You knew Jeff was going to be nicer but this guy needed to chill- I prefer that you just go home- you lead him to the door and went back to Hannah and Clay- that’s okay, he’s gone now- you tell them
-thanks Y/N! - Hannah said showing a little smile- you just got here? I haven’t see you earlier- Clay asks
-yeah, I was fighting with that damn history project, but I’ll leave you alone, I have to find my boyfriend- you said looking to the crowd of people in Jeff’s backyard
-Zach was inside the house a while ago, playing some drinking games with his friends- said Hannah looking inside the house - that means I’ve already lost him, he must be totally wasted now. He can’t hold well his alcohol. Thanks guys!- you shouted to Clay and Hannah while you headed to the house.

Is it possible for a house to be more crowded? Seriously! Is not like the whole school came- where the hell out is Zach?!- you asked and throw yourself on the couch besides Jessica who was talking, red cup in hand, with Sheri and the rest of the team

- Hey girls- you said taking the red cup from jess and drinking it all in just one go so you could start to warm up at the party- have you seen my drunk of a boyfriend?- you asked while leaving the empty cup on the coffee table

- you! That was mine- jess said pouting while Sheri laughs at you two- we lost them like an hour ago- they were shouting and drinking in the kitchen- she said- well I don’t even bother looking for them…- you were trying to say when you all heard

- wow wow wow! Who do we have here?! Isn’t it the hottest group of cheerleaders that Liberty High has ever had?!?!- shouted Bryce Walker with arms open while he and his group came to you from the kitchen with red cups in hand. Everyone on the room cheered to Bryce’s words- what are you doing pretty ladies?- he asked when they stopped behind your couch- just chatting- you told him turning to see his group of friends, and when you eyes found your boyfriend you catch the exact moment when he saw you, he truly saw you. His eyes widening as he began walking to put himself in front of you

- Heeey Beutiful, what’s your name? – said YOUR boyfriend; who knelt in front of you on the couch; in his attempt of sexy voice – Oh my god, you’re so wasted – you muttered with a smile – what is it? I didn’t hear you babe – you looked at him in the eyes while he put a hand on your knee 

– Y/N, my name is Y/N Y/L/N – you said with a smug smile. He looked at you for a few seconds – well Y/N, let me tell you this. I THINK – he said putting his hand on his chest – THAT YOU – he said pointing at you – ARE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN IN THE WHOLE WORLD AND WE SHOULD TOTALLY DATE – everyone on the room started laughing while all your friends were around you looking at the scene – WHAT?! – Shouted Zach looking at his friends- Don’t you think she’s beautiful? she’s so beautiful, we should go on a date and you should become my girlfriend – he said looking for your eyes. You put your hand on his cheek stroking it - Zach babe, I’m already your girlfriend, oh god, you’re so drunk- you said smiling at him. 

The next thing that happened was the most beautiful thing. His eyes were shining like never before and he has this amazing goofy smile on his face, he put his hands on your face and kissed you, hot and long. You slide your arms over his neck and started messing with his hairwhile everyone cheered. 

- Damn Dempsey! He got the girl twice! Two times! can you believe it justin?! – Bryce said loudly at Justin who was at his side, behind the couch with his hands stroking Jessica’s shoulders – Shut up Bryce! – Jess told him while sheri was looking happily at you two – they’re so cute. 

Suddenly Zach stood up while holding your hand and fisting the sky with the other – I’VE GOT HER!! SHE’S MINE!! – Zach shouted to everyone in the room and they started cheering and laughing! – Come on! – Zach said tugging on your wrist and heading upstairs – where are we going ?!?- you said almost running behind him, damn this man and his long legs – to do what boyfriends and girlfriends do! – he shouted laughing while everyone stormed again on cheers and you heard his friends shouting “YO GO DEMPSEY!!” and “GOOD ONE BRO!!” but just before you close the door you heard Jeff Atkins screaming “NOT IN MY ROOM!! DAMN DEMPSEY!!” 

As you headed to the bed with your hot and slightly less drunk boyfriend you couldn’t help but think that if when he is drunk he will still be hitting on you and seeing you like the only girl for him, you’ll be totally safe. He put his arms around you and throw you to the bed. Damn Zach Dempsey, but yeah, he got you and you’re totally fine with it.  

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Ok so this is my first ever imagine, if there’s some mistakes don’t be shy and tell me. I hope you liked it 

How Could You? // Zach Dempsey.

Hey guys! I have so many imagines coming your guys way you just don’t understand. Also, i’m finally writing an imagine on my computer so this will come out in way better quality AND I can write faster yay! I hope you guys enjoy this one it was requested by @chloesalva! Happy reading.

Pairing: Zach x Reader

Request: Can you do one where Zach cheats on the reader and the reader finds out about the tapes? Thanks :)

Warnings: Cheating and swearing, if you’re looking for something with a happy ending this is NOT it.

A/N : YALL FOREAL NEED TO LISTEN TO ECHOES OF SILENCE BY THE WEEKEND WHILE LISTENING TO THIS SONG OMG I JUST NCDSONVFJS 


Saturday night..

Readers POV~

“Hey Jess have you seen Zach?” I questioned. Zach convinced me to come to this dumb party. I’m not a party person at all, if anything i’m the exact opposite. Something about warm bodies all around me and red solo cups everywhere just aggravates me. Unfortunately, Zach’s convincing game is strong. So here I am, surrounded by drunk teens and searching for Zach. But that didn’t stop me from having a couple drinks.

“I haven’t seen him since when you guys walked in…want some?” Jessica slurred offering me a swig from her lipstick stained cup. I took four big gulps and returned the cup before I walked away. 

I needed some place away from all the sweaty figures, so I made my way to the bathroom for a breather. I opened the door to and saw two people. A girl on the sink and a guy standing between her legs, showering her neck in lustful kisses.I was about to close the door but the boy looked familiar to me. 

“Z..Zach?” I slurred, the liquor from before finally kicking in. He pulled away from the girls neck and snapped his head in my direction. His eyes were full of regret and sorrow.

I pushed past all the sweaty bodies in the house and made my way outside. My eyes were starting to form tears as I made my way down the sidewalk to my house which wasn’t too far from Jess’s place. It didn’t really help that Zach was my ride and I was anything but sober.

I heard quick heavy footsteps trailing behind me and I started to walk faster. I knew exactly who was following me. The boy that made all my troubles go away. The boy that made me forget all my problems. The boy I gave my heart to, and he destroyed it in return. 

“Y/N please stop I can explain!” He grabbed at my wrist.

Don’t fucking touch me!” I yanked away from his grip. He was shocked. He had never seen me angry like this and he didn’t know what to do.

“How could you..?” I questioned with a look of disgust on my face. He was about to talk but I cut him off.

“I’m an idiot for thinking that somebody like you could be in love with a girl like me.” Nothing I was saying was making sense, but that didn’t stop me from coming clean about everything. I told him about how I thought I was never good enough for him and how I would never be. I told him I never loved even though it was a lie. Soon my voice got louder to the point where people were pulled me away from him. 

Sherri  pulled me into her car and she took me home. The whole car ride was filled with awkward silence and a sniffle from me every now and then.

We finally got to my house and I put my hand on the car door handle but Sherri placed her hand on top mine.

“Y/N hold on just one second okay, sweetheart.” She spoke softly as she reached into the backseat and grabbed a shoe box.

She handed me the shoe box and rubbed the back of my hand with her thumb.

“Don’t open it now, open it when you get inside and don’t ask questions. Just listen.”

I nodded and thanked her then went inside my house.

I flipped the lid of the shoe box and looked at the cassette tapes inside. “Why would Sherri give me this?” I thought to myself.

I grabbed my moms old tape player and put in the first tape.

“Hey it’s Hannah. Hannah Baker.”


Monday morning..

Zach texted me about a million times this whole weekend. I didn’t bother to open any of the messages. Between him and the tapes I didn’t know how to feel anymore. My perspective changed on everybody and I even questioned myself. How could I be one of the reasons why Hannah killed herself? How could Zach be one of the reasons she killed herself?

I went to my locker to get my English book when I felt a large figure next to me.

“I don’t think you understand how sorry I am about everything, you’re the one person that made me feel better in life after everything that’s happened, and it kills me inside knowing that I messed up what we had. It kills me knowing that you don’t love me anymore.” Zach stated. I looked up at him and he looked horrible. There were dark circles under his eyes and his hair was all messy and untamed. His lips were dry and his face was pale. He really let go of himself.

“When I said I never loved you.. I lied. And ever since Saturday I’ve constantly told myself to forget about you just like you forgot about me that night. And then I heard your tape. And I really realized how pathetic you are. And I keep trying to convince myself to remove you from my life. But no matter what I do, I can’t stop myself from loving you. And that’s the part that kills me.” I shut my locker and walked away, leaving Zach standing there defeated and sobbing.


A/N: I’m not even gonna lie I cried while writing this. I really liked writing this. It was a challenge for me because i’m not used to writing things without a happy ending. But anyways I hope you guys enjoyed this! My requests are currently closed i’m really sorry but I have a lot of imagines to write and I don’t want to keep people waiting. I have a couple more imagines coming out this weekend so I hope this makes up for the little dry period I had. I love you guys! Thanks so much for reading. :)  ps. (the gif isn’t mine)

The Painter’s Muse

OMG ANON THANK YOU! I always love getting requests, they’re so fun. I hope you like it anon! Tbh, I never considered writing a Minghao imagine, but I like how it ended up(:

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Pairing: Minghao/Reader

Genre: Soulmate!AU

Summary: You’ve sworn you seen the girl in the painting, staring contently at you, you just don’t remember ever posing for the picture centuries before. 

Author’s note: I never really thought of writing a soulmate AU, but I decided that a reincarnation one was the only one that makes sense. I read soulmate AU’s a lot, and I love them, it’s just sometimes things don’t add up. Thats why Minghao’s names are different in his past life times, because I feel like that makes the most sense, also I just FINISHED GOBLIN. Which plays with the same idea and I will forever be obsessed with the grim reaper and sunny. THEY WERE SO DAMN CUTE. Someone hold me, I’m still recovering from the drama. 

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A Real Father

Request: Hey boo, if it’s not too much trouble and/or when you have time do you think you could do a Steve x Reader where the reader is a single mom to a young kid and basically sees Steve as their dad and when their biological dad tries to come around Steve is NOT HAVING IT? I could see Steve shutting that shit down for real… Thanks for your consideration! Xoxoxo @overlordred

A/N: “Sorry this went on a little longer than I intended.”

You sat on the sofa braiding your daughter’s hair while you watched a movie. She was content flipping through the pages of her picture book. She spent the entire day running around the park with Steve and she was tired but trying to fight it. As you combed through a section she broke the mutual quiet with a soft question.

“Is Daddy coming over later?” her voice was small and light as if she had been thinking the question for a very long time to no avail and now was trying to downplay her interest.

“I don’t know, he said he had some work stuff to do, but you spent all day with him.”

“Yeah, I want to spend even more time!” she exclaimed and you laughed a little.

“Why is that, Kira?”

“Because he’s lots of fun.”

“Steve is lots of fun, huh?”

“You guys are getting married, right?”

“Yeah, next year,” you answered.

“Will we move in with him then?”

“Yeah, we’ll be closer to your school,” you answered. She was quiet again, satisfied with the answers to her questions. Steve was a great a guy but he was not Kira’s biological father. You met him a while ago, back when you were pregnant with Kira and going through hell with her actual  father. The two of you met through Sam. He came by your place asking for somewhere to stay when his apartment was obliterated by some villain. He came with Captain America. You were quick to become friends with Steve, and after Kira was born and your previous relationship was all the way over, you let him take you out for a few dates. That proved to be one of the best decisions you’ve ever made. He was always respectful towards you and your baby, never keeping you out too late and even planning dates that Kira could come along on. Steve Rogers wasn’t hard to fall in love with by any means.

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Intuition {S.M}

requested// imagine from Shawn’s point of view where you are best friends with Shawn and his family says you are perfect for one another and he should do something about it

author’s note// all my imagines are going to crap idk if im gonna keep up with this page much longer

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I loved her. I knew for a long time that I loved her, but for a good while I didn’t know if that was right. 

Okay, now before you call my crazy, just here me out. 

Haven’t you ever loved someone that you knew wasn’t the one for you? I know that sounds cringey and stupid, but you know what I’m talking about. That one person that you fell in love with, but they were so wrong for you, so unhealthy, even so mean to you, but you fell in love anyways. 

Well, I was convinced she was that for me. I thought she would never feel the same, and I thought that she would never love me the way that I loved her. I thought that she would always just see me as her best friend who was always just there. That’s what she was to me until the eighth grade, if we are being completely honest. We were at the school dance and I saw her in that cheap Macy’s dress with the beads falling off of it, and I thought she was so beautiful. She had been my best friend for like, five years, and I had never seen her like that. Now that’s the only way that I see her. 

And it’s been seven years now, I’m always on tour, and she was always with the kids she taught. She was a classroom assistant for fourth graders, she’ll be an actual teacher in a year. It’s kind of adorable. But we continue to be best friends. We continue to stay in touch even though she is in school and I’m almost never home. And I continue to harbor these absolutely disgusting feelings for her that she probably has no idea about. I’m pretty sure no one knew about them. 

The weird thing is, there weren’t even dating rumors about us. We had been seen in public together a few times, and photos surfaced, but it wasn’t ever,

“Shawn Mendes and mystery woman???????” 

Which baffled me to an extreme extent, but at the same time I’m glad. 

I’m rambling, aren’t I? 

Okay, so summary of the backstory before I get to the point:

I’ve been friends with her since third grade, been in love with her since eighth grade, she’s graduating college this year and I still haven’t told her how I feel, I do the pop star thing and we continue to be best friends, and I’m coming home for a month to take a break from tour and I’m seeing her tonight. 

Okay, let’s get on with it then!

“I’m excited to see you!” She beamed. I could tell through the phone. She was excited. I hadn’t seen her in person in six months, and I missed her more than words could say. 

“Me too!” I smiled, and I knew she could tell that I was. She just laughed a little, and I heard the line click off. I sighed and slipped the phone next to me as I placed my other hand back on the wheel. I was nervous to say the least, because I decided that seven years was long enough and tonight I would decide to tell her how I felt. 

Or maybe I wasn’t. 

I don’t know. 

But I do know who to ask. 

I pulled into my driveway, seeing the exact face I wanted to see. My sister, Aaliyah. I purposefully came home about an hour earlier than my parents get home, so I could talk to her before they got home. She sprinted to my car, waiting for it to come to a halt, and when it did, she ran over to the door waiting for me to open it, and when I did I thought she was going to cry when she jumped into my arms. 

“Shawn, oh my god!” She held on so tight as I let out a chuckle. She was happy to see me, I was guessing. I was always close with my sister. She always knew what was going on. She always knew what I was feeling, and she got it. Sometimes even when I didn’t tell her. “I missed you.” I squeezed just a little tighter, and  hoped she’d never have to let go, so I pushed the thought of having to leave soon out of my head. 

“Yeah? I missed you too kiddo, but I need your advice.” I pulled back, my sister doing the same. She smiled.

“I knew you would. Come on.” She started to go inside, and I followed her. I just left his suitcase in his truck, knowing he would be back out for it later. I walked up the familiar steps into my house, my black boots clonking on the wooden steps. “I’m pretty sure I already know too.” She mumbled, walking into the house, the scent of home washing over me. It almost hurt that I had been gone for so long. I loved this place with everything I am. I instantly walked into the kitchen, seeing that oh-so-familiar tin of blueberry muffins, grabbing one, and sitting at the bar. Aaliyah did the same, and as she sat down she let out a sigh. “What do you need my wise high school kid help with?” She bit into her muffin, obviously incredibly content. 

“Y/n…” I trailed off peeling the wrapping off of my muffin. God, I missed these. 

“You mean your future wife.” She stated non-nonchalantly. I almost choked on that muffin I shit you not. 

“What?” I coughed, trying to form words and get air into my lungs. 

“Shawn, come on. You love her. Jesus, everyone knows. It isn’t hard to tell. Even my friends know. Like seriously, you don’t hide it well. I’ll be surprised if she doesn’t know.” She paused, collecting her thoughts for a moment and it caused his stomach to drop about seven stories. “I wouldn’t be surprised if she felt the same way.” That was seventeen stories. 

“Really?” I choked out, not even trying to take another bite out of that muffin knowing I would probably die. 

“Yeah, really. In all honesty, you really should have gone and seen her first instead of waiting for six a clock tonight and just tell her what you’re feeling. You’ve been harboring these feelings for what? Five and a half years?” She stated, still engrossed in that muffin. 

“Actually seven but..” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Pretty sure she’s at work anyways…” I knew very well she wasn’t. I was honestly just trying to think up an excuse on to why I shouldn’t go over there. 

“Fat lie. Call her, tell her you’re coming over, and then go tell her how you feel.” My sister basically demanded. All of the things that could possibly go wrong, or go right even, ran through my head at about a million miles a minute. No, more like a second. She could say no, she could say that she didn’t want to ever talk to me again since she didn’t want to have to deal with my feelings. She could laugh at me. Or, she could feel the same. She could jump into my arms and we could live happily ever after. And I’d really like to see the outcome. 

“Aaliyah, I know I just got home, but I really have to do something.” She didn’t even say a word and I knew she was fine with it. I instantly got up from the bar and walked out of the door. My courage was rushing through my veins and I hoped and prayed that it wouldn’t just go away. I instantly got in my car, put the key in the ignition, and pulled out of the driveway. My blood was boiling over with anticipation and in that moment I was so incredibly grateful that her house was only five minutes away. Because I was pulling into her driveway before I could even give it a second thought. I took a deep breath, making sure not to think it through again before I hopped out of the car and out onto her driveway. I took long, fast strides up to her front door, and knocked. She had gotten a tiny house of her own, only one story since she hated the idea of an apartment so much. I looked at the white paint that was chipped, most likely from the previous owner. It seemed like forever and a half I was waiting until I heard that door creak open. I looked over, her long legs uncovered since she was only wearing some pajama shorts, her arms pressed against the door frame, those only covered up by a long sleeve purple t-shirt. 

“Hey, you’re early.” She laughed, and god, it was a heavenly sound. Her dark skin glowing in the early afternoon sunlight. “Wanna come in?” She asked. 

“No.” I shook my head. “I just have to say something and then I can leave or stay or whatever it is you want.” I took a deep breath again, and she nodded her head, as if telling me to get on it with already. She crossed her arms and waited. “Okay well, so like this may be creepy but i’m in love with you?” She raised an eyebrow at him. “I am, and I have been for a while but I thought It’d just be better if you didn’t know but… But at this point it’s just sad and I wanted you to know I can leave now.” I instantly grew embarrassed and started to turn away, but I felt her hand wrap around my wrist and turn me around. 

“God, it took you long enough. I’ve only been waiting for you to tell me since what? Ninth grade?” She bit her lip and smiled at me. 

“Eighth grade, actually.”

author’s note// OH MY G O D ITS GROSS I HATE IT WHY DO I EVEN WRITE ANYMORE I NEED TO DIE NOT WRITE also i made the y/n a poc cause freaking every imagine is a white hoe and its sickening. cant wait to get triggered messages even tho theres literally oNE sentence about her being a poc!!!!! bye!!!

A Mess (Lams)

AN: this is a mess and way longer than I thought it would be. Enjoy. 

Request: @ash-the-shadowhunter - Hello! So I love your writing and I would absolutely love to see a lams fic where someone starts flirting with John (or Alexander) and then Alexander (or John) gets all possessive/Jealous. Maybe even John has to calm Alex down possibly? Thanks again! I really love your writing

Warning: fighting 

Word Count: 4,405 

Tag Crew: @huffleheyguys @artisticgamer @theoverlordofeverything @hmltntrsh51 @iamnotthrowingawaymyshit2 @megabooklover18

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John and Alexander were at the reception after Aaron Burr’s wedding. Neither of them particularly wanted to go, but Alexander and Aaron were colleagues and it would have come of as rude if they hadn’t attended. John had spent the evening trying to get Alexander to enjoy himself at least a little, without much success. Now, he was going to hope that dancing would loosen him up.

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Oblivious

Request: ‘Can you do a Jughead x Reader request where the reader is always flirting with Jug and everyone but him notices it. And then towards the end he asks them if they were flirting with him and they say something like “well it’s about damn time you noticed.” I love you xxx’ (Thanks for the request girly, it’s probably not 100% what you had in mind but I hope you like it xx)

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Warnings: None, just some fluff to brighten your day x

Word Count: 2263



For someone so smart you’d like to think Jughead Jones would be able to pick up on the basic human interaction of flirting, for some reason it just didn’t seem to register with him.

 Y/N had been trying for months now to no avail. It all started the day she realised she had deeper feelings for the dark haired boy, rather than just a platonic friendship. She could recall the exact moment with spectacular clarity.

 It was before the Twilight drive-ins closed, he had asked her (as well as the rest of the gang) to come down and watch Alfred Hitchcock’s Psycho. She remembered him calling it a ‘cinematic masterpiece’ and how we would all be missing out on ‘one of the greatest films of our time’ if we didn’t attend. She remembered the way his eyes got excited when he talked about it, they lit up the same way when he would find a new piece of information for his novel or when she would tell him how proud she was to be friends with such a talented writer.

 It was when they were all sitting in the back of the Kevin Kellers truck; she was seated next to Jughead who was staring intently at the screen literally mouthing every word that came out of the characters mouths. She remembered looking up at his face, which was illuminated by the white light of the screen, that seeing him so happy made her feel things that she hadn’t quite registered before, it was in that moment she had first realized her true feelings of affection for Jughead Jones, and it had plagued her every since.

 Fast forward a couple of months and Y/N had tried her very best to flirt with him, to try and show her interest. She would find any excuse to talk to him, she was so interested in anything he had to say, and her subtle laser focus would find him straight away in any room.

 And despite her best efforts she always got flustered around him, especially when he would occasionally tuck the free falling pieces of hair behind her ear when she didn’t notice (this was something he had always done, but she was only just starting to overanalyze it now).

 The unfortunate thing was, however, that he never seemed to reciprocate it or even notice that she was ‘flirting’, he was always so casual with every interaction they had. While her heart rate would be going a million miles per hour his would seemingly be steady and calm. It was getting to the point where she was ready to give up, and where she was starting to accept that a friendship would be all she would get.

 That was until the day Veronica Lodge, a very good friend of Y/N’s, insisted on having a ‘girl talk’ session after school on a Friday. The two girls sat in a red cushioned booth in the warm homey atmosphere of Pop’s Choc-lit-shoppe, a popular hangout for the teens of Riverdale.

 “Look Y/N, I’ve been watching your attempts at flirting with Holden Caulfield for a while now and I’m just going to be straight with you” the Raven-haired girl started. “Jughead is smart yes, nobody is denying his genius with the written word, however girl, you really need to just ask the boy out, I can tell what your intentions with him are but unfortunately sometimes boys just need it given to them plain and simple”.

 Y/N knew deep down that Veronica was right, she was just way too nervous to be so bold as to ask him out. “Ronnie, how the hell do I ask him out though, I mean what if he says no and I loose him completely” Y/N replied now fiddling with the straw of her strawberry milkshake nervously.

 Veronica gave the Y/H/C haired girl a soft smile, “I’ve said this to Betty and now I’ll say the same to you” she cleared her throat “Slay your dragons Y/N Y/L/N, don’t live your life with what if’s, you’ll never be happy until you know for sure”.

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Unnecessary Tutoring

Request: Not requested

Pairing: (Andrew Garfield) Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: You really want to get to know Peter, but the only way you could think of was by faking ignorance and pretending to need to get tutored by him.

Warnings: Language

Word count: 1,977

A/N: I thought this would turn out better with Andrew’s Spiderman, but if you want to think it’s Tom Holland’s Spied you are more than welcome to.

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Unnecessary Tutoring

“Fuck…” You whispered to yourself, toying with the phone in your hands as you contemplated the lit screen in front of you.

The phone was open on a contact- Peter Parker’s contact to be exact. After having only one class with him, you’d foolishly fallen in love. You treasured the days when you’d walk into the Biology room, expecting to be bored to death with yet another lecture and instead getting to see Peter’s smile and his beautifully fluffy hair covering up your view of the professor’s board- not that you minded in the least. He gave off a warm and friendly vibe and had a kind personality, making your days that much easier to get through- well, that was when he attended the lectures, anyway. For being so smart, he had an outstandingly large amount of tardies and absences.

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