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“This was a mistake.”

Blinking, you turn to your brother; “i’m not sure I understand your meaning.”

Jim’s eyes dull, his expression turning humorless as he shakes his head. “Very funny,” he says monotonously, “you know exactly what i’m talking about.”

“No,” you shrug, putting emphasis on the word. “I really don’t.”

There’s a pause, then; “you tricked me!”

“Pardon me?”

“Y/N.”

“Jim, listen,” fiercely avoiding his glare, you put both your hands on his steering wheel. “I didn’t trick you, I merely bargained with you. Mom and dad won’t teach me how to drive, so, you’re going to.”

“Mom and dad won’t teach you because you drive like a maniac.”

“Precisely why you’re helping me!”

The smile doesn’t lessen his glare.

Sighing, your shoulders drop; “Jim,” you whine, “please.”

And you know he can’t resist you, especially when you pout. It’s proven when his glare facades and he lets out a loud huff before turning to his right and grabbing his seat-belt. “Fine,” he mumbles, “but no more than an hour. Some of use have work.”

This is my second attempt at making this because tumblr decided to stop working and so I lost it (the post and my mind). But anyway, I’ve been wanting to make this post for months! These are my favourite writing blogs + blogs I’ve been following for a while. (gif not mine!)

As many of you are aware, I very abruptly closed requests down last night after opening them that very morning. The reason is I received multiple requests that contained very dark and personal subject matter that made me uncomfortable and forced me to really consider whether or not I wanted to continue accepting requests at all. 

And I know you’re thinking, “well don’t be dramatic! Just deny the requests you aren’t comfortable with!” Sure, that’s fair. But I honestly believe that there is a common problem here that needs to be addressed so hear me out.

I think a major issue that imagines/reader insert writers like myself or @justauthoring face is that individuals who send in requests in the hopes of seeing their story ideas come to life don’t consider the fact that there is a real human being with thoughts and feelings and personal history behind the keyboard writing for you. Overlooking that fact and sending in requests about extremely questionable subject matter can be harmful and make writers beyond uncomfortable. Don’t get me wrong, angst can be great for a story but when you ask me to do things like torture children or have a character sexually assaulted in the story so you can have your kicks...That’s not okay.

Look, I write these stories for fun. I do so in my free time with no compensation solely for the purpose of catharsis and entertainment. However, when people fail to consider these facts and begin demanding stories that I am very uncomfortable with, it makes me question whether or not these works are really worth it.

So please, before you send in your requests to a writer, take a second to really think about the person behind the blog. I’m certain you’ll find you can easily avoid upsetting people by doing so.

Thanks.

(wasn’t sure if this is for my 16k drabble celebration, but, i assumed it was. hope you don’t mind!)

His grip wouldn’t leave your hand.

One look at him and you knew he was tired, but he just refused to leave. It was as if he was glued to his spot and nothing, absolutely nothing, was going to get him to leave.

Even your hand was starting to cramp.

“Thor,” you call, voice a hushed whisper. It manages to catch his attention easily enough, and suddenly Thor’s head springs up, blinking rapidly before his gaze focuses on your own and he smiles.

“Hey,” he calls in response, voice warm. “How you feeling?”

“Good, good,” you assure, nodding your head. Then, as your words trail, you continue on; “which is why… you don’t have to sit here, Thor. I’ll be out by the morning, there’s no need–”

“I’m not going,” Thor cuts off gently with ease. It causes you to pause, lips left parted as your brows furrow at him. 

“What?”

“I won’t leave until a doctor comes to see you.”

“Thor–”

“There’s no point arguing,” Thor interrupts once more, his smile brightening with warmth and love and just everything in between. “I’m not going.”

So, you relent, lean back with a sigh, but still, you can’t stop the small smile from growing on your lips.

“Just one thing, Thor?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you let go of my hand?”

He blinks, brows furrowing; “why?”

Finally.

Finally.

“Y/N?”

The sound of your brother’s voice causes something to snap. Shift. You’re not sure. You just feel it and then your vision is blurring because of the tears welling in your eyes and you just can’t stop the sob that leaves your lips, burning from the throat.

Every bruise and mark and scar on your body seems to ache in that moment, because it’s finally, finally over.

Daughters are supposed to love their fathers. Children are supposed to love their parents. But all you feel is hatred and betrayal when you think of yours, because he’s never loved you. Not once. So, why should you love him? Two children and all he’s ever done is beat them, yell at them and tear them down. How can you love that?

But now he’s gone and you’re free and so is Isaac and it just brings such a mix of emotions that you’re not even sure what you feel. You know you’re relieved, happy even, however a part of you is sad. And that leaves you confused. Baffled. Because you’d been so sure of your hatred and now you’re just lost.

So, when your brother calls your name, you just crack. Because it’s been years of harbouring and you’re just done.

His arms wound around you, pulling you against his chest and holding you close. It feels good, in an odd sort of way. Because finally it’s someone holding you, taking care of you, and even though you wouldn’t have ever let your father touch Isaac if you had the chance to stop it, it feels nice to be the one protected.

Just for once.

So, you let yourself fall. You bury your head into the crook of his neck and just sob, because finally, finally;

“I feel like a fool.”

“Y/N–”

“I’m a fool.”

You wipe at your tears, your cheeks red. Could you get any more pathetic? You weren’t sure, but it sure didn’t feel like it. It felt like you were at the bottom in that moment, all eyes on you even if there was only a single pair.

Lorenzo’s hands falling on your cheeks is what pulls you from your thoughts. You blink, staring up at him through your lashes, vision somewhat blurry as he only smiles down at you, shaking his head. “You’re not a fool,” he assures, his grip secure, tight and warm. Even just his words are enough, despite the tears that flood your gaze all over again.

“I am,” you whisper, voice cracking.

“No,” Lorenzo whispers, his voice soft, “you’re not.”

“Lorenzo–”

Then, suddenly, his lips are on your own. It stuns you, surprises you. You feel your shoulders tense, lock into place, your breath hitches and for a moment you’re left wondering; what the hell is happening?

But then Lorenzo’s pulling away, and you’re staring into his warm and loving eyes all over and all it takes is a few simple words;

Here you can find all the oneshots multiple bloggers wrote for celebration on hitting fourteen thousand followers. All of the original writers are tagged next to the story that is linked :)

The Stranger (Newt x Reader) - @livingider24

Forget About The Fear (Frank Castle x Reader) - @locke-writes

Worth The Risk (Bellamy Blake x Reader) - @stiles-o-dylan24

We’re Not Friends (John Murphy x Reader) - @wndrlstvbz

Heat of Winter (Jon Snow x Reader) - @blewthreebucks

Just Scream (Lip Gallagher x Reader) - @redhoodparker-writes

Birthday Kisses From The Bad Guy (Carl Gallagher x Reader) - @bookstryingtostealyourheart

She’s Back In Town (Stiles Stilinski x Reader) - @lettersofwrittencollective

Prompt 15 (Isaac Lahey x Reader) - @teenwolffan-with-nolife

The Lovers (Giuliano De Medici x Reader) - @seongbyeol

Cold (Jaime Lannister x Reader) - @blewthreebucks

Stay (Peter Parker x Reader) - @fionnthebandersnacc

Legacy (Bucky Barnes x Reader) - @hiyaharry