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*do re mi by Blackbear comes on*

Feyre: *points to Tamlin*

Feyre(screaming): if I could go back to the day we met I probably would just stay in bed

Tamlin: ...

Rhysand:

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Hey wassup! I love your writing and wonder if I could request a ship? I'm 5"9' with thick, unruly blonde hair, green eyes, and freckles. I'm pretty independent and stubborn, and I'm very smart and I love to read. Thank you so much!

thank you so much!! i totally ship you with my boi Monty! your green eyes would mesmerize him and your freckles would completely turn him on. your stubbornness would match his, and he would give you the room you need to be the independent individual you are! 💓💓

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Hello! May I have a ship please? I'm a short 4'11, with nearly waist length curly fluff. I have twenty million freckles on my face alone and big ol glasses (Yeah, I was not touched by the pretty fairy.) I'm really shy and I'm bad at being vocal but gimme a notebook and a pen and I can talk up a storm! I love sports, mostly football and basketball. I love watching basketball games wishing I how to even make a basket, but I suck. I also really like drawing. Thank you, I love your account.

awww thank you so much! and sorry for taking so long!! i ship you with zach!! first off, height difference 😍 and he would absolutely adore your freckles and glasses. he'd also definitely be the boy to help you past your shyness and love to see you yelling his name, cheering him on at his basketball games! 💓

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Hey can I have a ship? I'm a 17 year old black female with brown eyes and long black curly hair. I'm super nice and I like to joke around with friends! Although I'm nice I can also be super sarcastic and inappropriate at times. I really love sports and books.

ahh sorry i took so long! but i ship you with jeff! i feel like he will adore your hair and of course he will enjoy that bit of naughtiness :) 💓

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i can’t tell if the song “Dangerously” by Charlie Puth describes Feyre and Tamlin’s toxic or Feyre and Rhys’ loving relationship more accurately….

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100!

Thank you so much for 100 followers!!!! It means so much! 💓💓

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Hey! Can I have a ship?☺ I'm 20 years old, I have red curly hair and green/brown eyes, I'm thin and everything but tall...I'm an italian girl (I live in North Italy) and I'm studying psichiatric. I have my ears full of pearcing and a Japaneese tattoo on my back. I love reading, drawing, driving my little car, watching old movies and go out with friends to dance! Also i'm a little shy with people i don't know, but with friends i'm always happy and funny lol

I can see you with Alex 😍 the piercings between the two of you would be adorable, and I feel he would fall in love with your tattoo! Also, I can see him being so interested in your work, and he would always be there to try and help (if he could 😂😉). I also see Alex totally being down with going out to a double-play of old movies at the theater! 😍💓😉A bonus is that you living in Northern Italy, a place Alex would totally fall in love with! 😆😁💓

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hello!! may i get a ship please? c: i'm 17 with jet black hair, dark brown eyes, and very pale skin. i'm quiet at first but once i'm comfortable i can be funny and really outgoing. i also do have high anxiety and i tend to expect the worst and worry about everything. i love meeting new people, making friends, and making people laugh. i also love volleyball, swimming, running, dancing, drawing, playing the ukulele, guitar, piano, playing video games, and eating!! thank you so much in advance ♡

I can totally see you with my main man Jeff 😍 He would LOVE your dark hair and your pale skin. With your anxiety, Jeff would be there to help you through it. I mean, it's Jeff! He'd do anything for his girlfriend! And there's no doubt when saying he'd be the one holding up signs at all your games/meets and just there to cheer you on through everything you do! And don't even get me started on how he would love you playing your instruments, I mean, my God 😍💓

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can i have a ship? i'm 17, i have brown/blonde hair. green/blue/gray eyes. i have 4 piercings(nose, belly button, industrial, and daith). i'm a all star cheerleader, i'm also a cheer coach, i'm in color guard. i love working out cause it helps with anxiety and relieves me when i'm angry. p.s that's me in the photo(: p.p.s. i love your writing❤️

thank you so much!!! 💓I totally ship you with Monty 😍 I feel he would ADORE your piercings and think they make you look hella badass (and hot 😉). He would also love the fact that you’re a cheerleader, obviously because it’s Montgomery… I don’t have to explain 😂😉

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God, I love you - Montgomery x reader

because my last post on Montgomery was smut, I decided to do some fluff for y'all 😉

summary: You and Monty have been dating for a while, but neither of you had said the big words…. until now :)

warnings: Y/F/S = your favorite song

   English class, easily my least favorite class. Sitting there learning about how to dissect poetry and the flow of stanzas isn’t at all for me. The only good thing? The fact that my boyfriend, Montgomery, was stuck in the class with me. Actually, thanks to this class, it’s the reason we’re dating in the first place. I turn my focus from the discussion the class was having to outside the window, resting my head on my hand.

    I was standing at my locker, putting my books away and into my bag at the end of the day. “Common y/n! Give me a chance please!” Montgomery pleads, running up besides me.

“I don’t know Monty….” I say, putting the rest of my books I needed for the weekend into my bag, slinging it over my shoulder.

“Just one date. One singular date. And if you hate it, and hate me afterwords, I promise I’ll leave you alone!” Monty begs, running a nervous hand through his hair. I sigh and nod my head once, looking at a now hopefully Montgomery.

“Fine. Fine! One date Monty, that’s it.” I say, giving in. Montgomery, now smiling like a fool, grabs one of my hands and kisses it.

“I promise you won’t regret it!” He says, dropping my hand and running backwards down the hall, waving me goodbye. I laugh and shake my head, leaving the school with a smile on my face.

“Babe?” I hear out of no where. I look around to see who said it, when suddenly a figure appears in front of me, shaking my shoulders.

   “Babe!” Monty screams in my face, shaking my shoulders, snapping me back into reality. The class is now exiting the room, meaning almost 20 minutes has passed since I last zoned into reality. Monty raises a hand to my hair, pushing a stand out of my face. “You zoned out for like half of the class y/n!” Monty laughs, helping me gather my things.

   “Helps the time go by.” I reply, walking out of the class with him, hand in hand, to my locker. As I’m turning the lock to enter my combo, Monty leans against the locker next to mine, the same way he did when he first asked me out.

   “So while you were zoned out, Mr. Zene assigned us a partner essay. Whatta say we do it on, partner?” Monty asks, closing my locker for me and walks me to my next class. Of course I already assumed we would be partners as soon as I heard the words “partner essay”. Monty was always my first choice when it came to partner work, especially considering it gave us an extra excuse to hang out.

   “Good question. How about you come over this afternoon after practice and we can figure it out?” I ask him upon reaching my next class. Monty smiles, nodding his head and leans down to peck me on the lips. 

   “I think that sounds great. Ill catch you later babe!” He says smiling, leaving me to my class and him to his.

   I hear the doorbell ring as I’m sitting in my kitchen, eating an apple. I jump down from the stool I was on and run to the front door, opening it to my boyfriend.

   “Hey there partner.” I say, inviting him in, kissing him on the lips. His hair was still damp, indicating that he recently got out of the shower. He also smelt very strongly of clean clothes and vanilla, a scent you wouldn’t think Monty would like, but he loves; as do I.

   “Hey baby, you ready to get started?” He asks, walking over to the living room, sitting down on the couch. I nod my head, sitting down next to him, grabbing my computer from the coffee table in front of us and getting to work.

   After about 30 minutes of working, Monty decided to play some music. Just something to lighten the mood, getting us happy. About 15 minutes after he started playing the music, Monty said he needed to go to the bathroom, leaving me alone. As soon as I head the bathroom door close, my favorite song, Y/F/S, started to play. I gasp as I jump up out of my seat on the couch and begin to lip sync and dance… horridly.

   Now there’s no lie when saying I have two left feet when I dance. I have absolutely no flow whatsoever. However, I do love to dance, no matter how bad I am at it, and when I do dance, I get into it. I didn’t even hear the bathroom door open or Monty walk up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist as I stop embarrassing myself with my dance moves. Jumping, I turn my head to see a smiling Monty, swaying me back and fourth.

   “You like my dance moves?” I ask him sarcastically, turning around to face him.

   “Oh absolutely. You know, I really think you should go on Dancing with the Stars!” Montgomery says, returning the sarcasm.

   “Please, they couldn’t handle this!” I say, motioning up and down my body with my hands before clasping them behind his neck one more. Monty throws his head back and laughs.

   “God, I love you” Monty proclaims, causing me to stop swaying with him and look him in the eye. His face drops, a worried look forming over his face.

   “You… what?” I ask, a small smiling forming on my face. Courage formed on Monty’s face as he gave me a smirk, inching his lips closer to mine.

   “Y/N Y/L/N, I love you.” Montgomery says, looking me in the eyes. I smile, our lips inches apart.

   “I love you too, Montgomery De La Cruz” I practically whisper, closing the small space remaining between our lips. Our lips move in sync, both of us smiling at the fact that we no longer have to hold in those these special words for once another. And God, did it feel good.

OOOO y'all already know what I’m going to say so I’m not even gonna say it. lol sorry (actually yeah I’m gonna say it; THIS SUCKED)

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Requesting a ship: I'm really short, like i'm 4'11 no joke, and I have long hair that goes down to my waist, it's black with it getting light brown at the bottom. I have hazel eyes. I'm mostly quiet and then loud when you get to know me, I always stick up for my friends though and try to calm them down when they're angry or sad. I also love to binge watch shows and read books

for some reason Zach Dempsey was the first person to pop in my head as soon as i read that and the more I think about it the more I can see it 💗 I definitely think the height different between you two would be adorable and he would totally be down to binge watch something with you 😉

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Can I request something? Jeff Atkins x short reader 💕 reader is bullied because of her height and Jeff is trying to comfort her Have a nice day, you're great 💖

Just posted! ngl it's horrid so i'm sorry about that but i did try 😂😁💓

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Height Difference- Jeff Atkins x Reader

this was a request that I got at the beginning of the week but me being me is only getting to it now due to finals! hope this wasn't too shit! 😁💓

warnings: bullying(?)

info: the reader is bullied for their height, and Jeff being Jeff steps in and comforts them :)

    Being 4'11 in Junior year is not a fun story, let me tell you that. Constant remarks of "Shortie" and "Midget" are basically part of my everyday routine at this point. However, today was a different story. Considering as it was 95 degrees and sunny outside, I decided to step out of my comfort zone and wear shorts. Walking into school, everything was fine. The usual remarks were made, but no horrid jokes on my size.... that is until I got to my locker. 

   My locker is unfortunately right near Zach Dempsey's, where all his little jock friends hang out in the morning, so there there was no shock factor when Bryce approached me, looking down upon me.

   "Hey y/n! Did you get those shorts from the kids section? Seems like they're the only ones that'll fit you!" Bryce smears, turning to laugh with his jock friends before turning back to me. I shake my head, and let out a huff.

   "Hey Bryce, that was a real good one!" I snap back, looking him up and down. "You know, it's a real shame with all that money you have you can't afford some manners." I say as his face drops. Quite oooo's come from behind me as Bryce gets closer, pushing me against my locker.

   "You watch what you say little girl," he says, empathizing on "little", "you don't want to get me upset" he breaths into my ear. He reaches behind my back and pulls me in, our faces inches apart. I look down at the ground, but his hand squeezes my face, making me look at him. I shut my eyes, expecting the worse, but i feel the pressure of his large body fall off me. When I open my eyes, I see Jeff standing there, holding Bryce by the collar of his shirt.

   "What the fuck Walker. What do you think you're doing?" Jeff yells at Bryce, letting go of his collar and pushing him slightly.

   "Dude, chill. I wasn't going to do anything. With her height the cops might think she's 8." Bryce says, smirking at me. Jeff shakes his head and turns to look at me, making eye contact. His eyes search mine before turning back to Bryce and gripping his shoulders.

   "Bryce, shut the fuck up. Get the hell out of here." Jeff proclaims, shoving Walker into his group of friends. Bryce takes one more look at me before smirking and shrugging.

   "Whatever man." He says, turning around and walking down the hallway. Jeff turns to face me, stepping towards me.

   "Hey, you alright?" He asks, genuine concern in his voice. I nod my head and smile up at him.

   "I am now. Thank you." I say, looking into his eyes. His eyes once more search mine, bending down so our faces are the same level. Before I know it, my lips are on his, moving in sync. Breaking the kiss, I look up at him, turning my head sideways.

   "What was that?" I ask smiling, now facing him.

   "Consider it payment for me saving you." Jeff says, giving me his million dollar smile and winking. I just laugh and shake my head, looking down at his now extended hand. I grab onto it, letting him walk me to my first class, the butterflies in my stomach never truly going away.

FUCK IM SO SORRY THIS WAS SHIT I HAD NO IDEA WHERE I WAS GOING WITH THIS STORY. ZERO DEVELOPMENT LMAO IM SORRYYYY

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I'd rather stay here with you - Jeff Atkins x reader

summary: you’re stuck babysitting for Jeff’s little sister on a Saturday while Jeff is suppose to be at a party, but he decides to stay home and hang with you instead.

another fluff :) the support on my last image was incredible, so thank you guys so much <3 please send in requests (or ships? 😉) because my inbox is open and empty! :) warnings: none enjoy ;)

    Saturday night is a pretty active night, correct? Teenagers out partying, parents going to dinner, all those fun fixings. However I was stuck babysitting for the night, which totally blows. Now don’t get me wrong, I love kids, especially this one in particular, but if I were to count on my hands the events I’d rather be doing on a Saturday, I’d need another’s set of hands.

   Pulling up to the familiar house, I see that another car is here; Jeff’s car. “Well that’s weird.” I say aloud to myself, “He’s suppose to be at the party by now.” I just shrug it off, thinking maybe he got picked up by a friend. However, I’m not going to lie when I say my heart was beating a little faster than usual as I gathered my bag and my keys, making my way up to the door. Ever since 8th grade I’ve had a major crush on Jeff, but we’ve only just been friends. Nothing more, nothing less, and quite frankly I was fine with that. I knock on the door twice before Jeff himself answering it.

   “Hey y/n! Come on in!” Jeff says, his smiling making my heart beat uncontrollably.

   “Hey Jeff.” I respond, stepping into the house. I’m immediately greeted with a hug from his 7-year-old little sister. “I thought you’d be at the party by now?” I ask Jeff, turning away from his little sister to face him. I hear footsteps fading behind me, indicating that his little sister has left the room, leaving us alone. Jeff lets out a huff of hair and steps towards me, and suddenly our faces are inches apart.

   “Parties are overrated. I’d rather be here with you.” Jeff says, looking from my eyes to my lips. A smile forms on my lips and before I can say anything, Jeff crashes his lips on mine. I smile into the kiss, moving my hands into his hair as his hands are on my waist. My heart pounding, my hands tugging on his hair, and my lips trying to get even closer to his. A giggle forced out lips apart, both of us turning to face his little sister.

   “You guys are cute!” She says, smiling. She then runs up to Jeff, whispers something in his ear, and runs off to the kitchen.

   “What she say?” I ask, smiling at Jeff, his hair a mess. Somehow, he still looked amazing. Jeff laughs as he pulls me in, our foreheads touching.

   “She said she’s always hoped we live happily ever after together.” He says, pecking my lips lightly. I smile and nod before pulling him into another kiss before we walk to the kitchen together, hand in hand.

YIKES BOIS IM SORRY THIS SUCKED LMAO PLZ REQUEST ANYTHING I NEED REQUESTS. THIS LEGIT HAD NO DEVELOPMENT WHATS SO EVER SORRY

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requesting a ship pls im 5'1 w hip length blonde hair, green eyes and played softball my whole life i loooove going to baseball games but i like watching things like boxing or mma fights even more btw your Zach imagine, everything's gonna be alright, KILLED IT OMG IT WAS SOOO FREAKING GOOD

aww thank you so much! and i DEFINITELY ship you with Jeff!!!! 😍 i feel like he would support you at your games and you would go to his, and your dates could be at like batting cages or NBL games or something! I could totally see you guys together!!!!

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Everything's Going to be Alright - Zach Dempsey x Reader

just a quick little image for y'all :) thank you guys for all the support on my last post!! <3 just a reminder, requests and ships are open, so send them in! :)

Warnings: mentions of bad home life

mainly just some good ol' fluff

    Walking out of my last class of the day was a relief, considering it was Friday and the relaxing weekend was about to start. Going over to my locker, I pack up my bag, figuring out everything I need for the weekend. Zipping up my bag, I lift my head to see my boyfriend, Zach Dempsey walking over to me with his friends. He smiles as he approaches me.

    "Hey babe! How are you?" Zach asks, giving me a quick kiss on the forehead. I shrug, lifting my bag onto my shoulders.

   "Could be better." I say, but give him a smile as I see a look of concern flash over his face. Zach and I have been dating for around 7 months now, and he's the absolute love of my life. No matter what the situation, whether it be at school or home, Zach has always been there for me.

   "Alright... I just wanted to make sure you were still okay with me going over Bryce's tonight for the party?" Zach asks, rubbing his hand behind his neck.

   "Of course I am. Go have fun!" I say, giving him a peck on the lips, smiling at him. Zach knows I'm not a fan of parties, only going to one or two a year, but I never want to stop his fun by holding him back. He nods, kissing me quickly on the lips before saying goodbye to me and walking away with his group of friends. I walk the other way to my parked car, driving myself home.

    As I arrive at my house, I can already tell something is wrong. I walk the pathway up to my house to find the door partially open, voices booming from within. It wasn't shocking to find my parents in a fight, but they usually kept their voices on the down low. I open the door more to see my parents in the living room, pictures and furniture broken, my father walking away shaking his head. I jump to the side as he pushes the door open, jumps in his car, and speeds off, not even noticing my existence. My mom soon leaves after him, once again not noticing I'm there.

   I go inside and close the door behind me, looking at my surroundings. Pictures of my parents and I have been smashed on the floor, chairs from the kitchen broken to pieces, and the TV smashed to bits. I've seen my parents fight before, but never this bad. Tears begin to swell up in my eyes while picking up some of the mess. Before I know it, I'm on the couch, sobbing myself restless. I don't even hear the front door to my house open, or the person walk in. All I hear is the concerning voice. "Y/n..." it speaks.

   I lift my head to see Zach, standing at the foot of the couch, looking around the room in shock. I then look out the window, seeing as it is now dark. "Y/n, what happened?" Zach asks, rushing over to me, checking me for injuries. I shake my head, whipping away the tears before responding.

   "It wasn't me, it was my parents." I get out through shaky breaths. Zach' face fills with sorrow as he pulls me in, letting me cry some more. Zach shushes me as I cry. "What about the party?" I ask him, still crying into his shoulder. He pulls me out of his grasp by my shoulders, looking me right in the eyes.

   "Hey, the party is no where near as important as you. And don't you worry, everything's going to be alright. I'm here now, and everything's going to be fine." Zach speaks with nothing but love and concern for me, and I nod, falling back into him embrace. And at this time, I realize everything was going to be alright, all because of Zach. We lay down on the couch, falling asleep to each other's breathing.

YIKES WELL LMK WHAT YOU THOUGHT LMAO THIS KINDA SUCKED.

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reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)