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Why I just cry at the new tere bin ep. HOW IS THIS HORSE SHIT OF A SHOW MANGAE THAT

nuraiz speaking up to ma begun first of alll. Set me off bc it’s something I wish my mom could hear well SHE DID hear it but she’ll never understand it. She’ll never acknowledge it.

Mariam made a mistake. She was tricked and a victim to Malik she not only just went through all that hurt of finding out her love was fake but realising she had risked everything and she could not find not one warm shoulder to cry on. Not her brother. Not her mother. Not her sister. None. yes ma begum was right yes ma just wanted to protect her daughter and had warned her about men from the beginning. but she what hurt ma begum the most WASNT that mariam got hurt. It was that her image was hurt her izaat and her control over her daughter her wishes and her own expectations for her daughter they were all hurt her EGO was hurt

Nuraiz is honestly SUCH. A pure soul I hate how he got mixed into this families mess but I love that he ended up with Mariam. He is everything she deserves BUT I do hate the plot line for being this way bc one main concept of tere bin is clearly that children are their own people. And brown parents need to realise they need to let them make their own decisions they need to let their daughters decide their own fates and not live life along whatever path they are pointed at BUT the writers then make the guy Miriam meets on her own accord a bad guy and the guy her parents chose for her a good one 😭 that just defeats the messages the show was sending. And I know for a fact makes the older gen watching this show be like “see parents always know right for their kid” …..

Tere bin had sooo much potential and the concepts touched in it are so so important but it’s so badly done and HORRIBLY WRITTEN and then how viral the shows gotten people focus sm on the non existent “romance” 😭😭aspects too much like sm people just talk ab the watpadd tm moments and don’t dig deeper but then again can’t blame them bc the show itself barely goes deeper I definitely am not a big fan of tere bin but I feel like it was going somewhere and then just went to dumps

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Marvel Character x Reader Imagines -

How You Cuddle (Marvel Men Part 1):

This post includes: Tony, Steve, Bucky, Sam, Stephen, Bruce, Thor, Loki, Clint, Peter P.

Please see Part 2 for Scott, Vision, T'Challa, Peter Q, Marc, Steven.

Summary: Male Marvel character x reader. A series of short imagines about how each male Marvel character would cuddle their significant other. You can read all characters, or just scroll down until you find your comfort character 💜

Warnings: None, just lots of cuddles and fluff!

A/N: The rest of the Marvel men and the Marvel women will be a separate post! I got this idea of writing style from my teenage days browsing the 'Imagines' trend on watpadd, and thought I would contribute more of these short pieces to Tumblr. If you like this and want to read more imagines, please let me know!

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Tony Stark:

Tony's cuddles would be so protective. You mean the world to him, and often his ego prevents him from showing that with his words. But you can always tell how much he loves with his protective cuddles - throwing his big arms around you and squeezing you tight, keeping you safe.

Steve Rogers:

Steve's cuddles would be full of kindness and appreciation. Hugging you from behind, he would sway your hips gently, burrowing his face into your upper back, taking in your scent. "Hey sweetheart, I've missed you, how have you been?" Turning around to face him, he beams a smile and presses his body to yours while you enjoy each others company for a moment.

Bucky Barnes:

Considering Bucky's experiences with people haven't been great, it took him a while to warm up to the idea of cuddles and physical touch. The idea of that kind of trust scared him, but over time he learned that all your arms and hands would do is provide comfort, not threat. So whilst he isn't the tightest hugger in the world, Bucky's cuddles are gentle, tender, as he traces each imperfection on your face and body with a careful touch. Lightly, he places his metal hand on the back of your neck, pulling you into his chest, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead as you doze to sleep.

Sam Wilson:

Sam's cuddles vary depending on whether you are alone or surrounded by friends/are in public. Around others, Sam is a charismatic character. He adores making others laugh, attempting to keep a light hearted tone during social events, and yes, this is reflected in his cuddles. Around his friends, his interactions with you will be fun yet loving - shoulder squeezes, dramatic kisses to your hand accompanied by the remark "my lady, another drink?" But alone, finally de-stressing in your bedroom, drained of social battery, his cuddles share a very different tone. They are emotional and long, laying on his chest as he wraps his strong arms around you, taking a breather - each others safe space after a tiresome and jam-packed day.

Stephen Strange:

Every time Stephen cuddles you, it's as if it's the last time. Sometimes, you could go for long periods of time without seeing each other due to his responsibilities, and knowing how often he attracts dangerous people and situations, sometimes he would prefer to keep you at arms length for your safety. But he can never resist. He always, comes back to you. No matter how much he tries to push you away, no matter how much the multiverse expects of him, he can't stay away from you for long. So whenever he sees you, whenever he comes back to you, he throws his arms around you and pulls you into a tight, intense, emotional cuddle. Staying in each others arms for what seems like hours, you cherish each moment of physical touch until your love is called to leave again.

Bruce Banner:

We all know Bruce wouldn't hurt a fly, but having almost no control over the hulk absolutely terrifies him when he is around you. He loves you, and the last thing he wants is to unleash the hulk and hurt you - the light of his life. So during cuddles, often you have to lead. Sensing his hesitancy, you grasp his hands and place them on your hips, pulling him forward, allowing him to take a step or two closer to you before you close your arms around his neck. After a moment or two, realising that nothing bad has happened, Bruce's anxiety will fade and you can feel his hold tighten around you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as the night unfolds.

Clint Barton:

Clint's cuddles are strong, grasping you firm in his hold. After Natasha's death, the thought of losing his loved ones was enough to give Clint nightmares. When his mind spirals, his anxiety heightens and he feels as though he's about to lose control the people he loves, your cuddles are his safe space that help ground him back into reality. Taking deep breaths, he holds you close, in silence, the tightness of his grip enough for you to know that no words need be said - this man loves you.

Thor Odinson:

Thor cuddles you with pride. His cuddles more than anything show that he is overjoyed to have you by his side - his other half. In every situation, in front of his family and yours, in front of his friends and your friends, this man will not hesitate to cuddle the hell out of you. When he first introduced you to his father, you were both concerned that he may not accept you as a simple Midgardian. Understanding your nerves, and wanting to prove to his family just how happy you truly make him, he pulled you into his armoured chest. Picking you up and spinning you around, he wrapped his muscular arms around your waist, squeezing you with so much love, before placing a finger under your chin, tilting your head to lock eyes with yours before unleashing a beaming smile. "See, Father, look at how much I love them! Isn't it great!"

Loki Laufeyson:

Around others, Loki pretends to be the dominant character of your relationship. However, behind closed doors, you see Loki's struggles with his inner demons and childhood trauma. Over time, he has become transparent with you about his hardships. The truth is - he needs you. Like a safety blanket, you are Loki's comfort, and your arms provide a space for him to relax, express his emotions, and ground himself. Often, he will be the one to initiate a snuggle, especially after a hard day. Looking up at you with distant eyes, you know exactly what your lover needs. Sitting up against your pillow, in the darkness of your bedroom you feel Loki crawl into your lap, resting his head against your stomach. His hands wrapped around your waist, you gently rub his shoulders and back, kissing his forehead, and running your fingers through his raven hair. "It's okay, I'm here."

Peter Parker:

Peter is a big bundle of kindness and praise. Cuddles with him are incredibly uplifting. He has no filter, and whilst this can be a teeny tiny issue in some situations, cuddles is definitely not one of them. He doesn't hesitate to tell you all of the reasons why he loves you, holding your waist tightly. He will never bury his head in your neck, but that's only because he loves to make eye contact with you while he showers you with his words of affection. Out of breath from his string of compliments, Peter places his forehead against yours, staring lovingly and deeply into each others eyes as your chests press together in a beautiful union, swaying to the beautiful silence of the room.

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Wholesome shit like this makes me think of that kick ass Beyoncé song: 🎶 brown skin girls, her skin just like pearlssss 🎶

Can I request a Afro!s/o tryng to braid Kuroo and Akaashi hair and they like drama queen because it’s kinda painful

this personally attacked me as the most tender headed bitch alive. I do be wondering how i manage to always have my hair done eye---- (but the way you requested 2 of my top 5 boys yeah TASTE)

also im sorry if some of this comes off as crack (esp kuroo)

implied nsfw 

Kuroo

ok so i see him as the type to ask you. Like he sees you braiding your hair for braid outs or cornrows for witch etc and it has him curious

Hes the type to also eye your hair products and just go around smelling them when hes bored and looking at ingredients and stuff

So say you’re like chilling in the living room watching some show on Netflix, but you’re really scrolling the same 3 apps and he’ll just plop down next to you and outright ask.

“Hey babe can you braid my hair for me?” And you’re like huh- but then like ok??? and you reach up to touch his hair. “Go get my comb, brush, spray bottle and then the gel I keep under the cabinet” bc yeah and hes lowkey like???? you need all that just to braid me up (bald head hoe shit for him)

anyways you're gonna try to cornrow him (grip game on 100)

He comes back and literally sits next to you thinking you're about to be able to work like that too and hes just like “whats wrong,” when you're just looking at him.

“You’re too tall for this, you're gonna have to sit on the floor. And hes the type to do it but like get down slowly while complaining about his aching bones from old age. (like shut up you're not even 25 yet) 

Ok so you get his hair a little damp and start parting and hes like, ok ok. But then you start grabbing his hiar to braid and he literally jumps in pain

You: um are you ok????

him: “What the hell (Y/N) that hurts” and you laugh at him and asks him does he want you to stop. But hes like no I’m good and you promise to be gentle

Hes a big baby, flinching every two seconds and youre nice enough to keep asking him is he sure? You cant even part without him complaining

You end up taking a break bc hes annoying and massaging his scalp

do you ever finish braiding him up???? shit idk

he literally asks you to be more gentle every time you touch him and youre like “I’m BARELY touching you”

the type to just knock your hands away to literally just lean back between your legs. “I’m never letting you do this again”

“Good because I didn’t plan on it”

Hes gonna make some stupid joke about even though hes aching hes in one of his fav places rn

Akaashi

he has such soft hair that you really love playing with just in general. And like he’ll let you out him in mini buns and stuff

so one day you’re like cuddling in bed and youre like “hey baby, can I try braiding your hair”

hes the sweetest so hes gonna say yeah. (also hes been curious about it before tbh)

so you set all up at your desk, and ngl you start finding yourself playing in his hair forgetting the task at hand

and hes all soft like “babe. You’re getting distracted,” you you lean down to give him a quick kiss before apologizing 

anyways now, you decide not to give him cornrows and just do regular braids bc you wanna see his head full of braids 

He frowns a little when you start parting as the comb occasionally snags but hes like not too bad

but when you actually gather to start braiding hes like “damn” under his breath 

You just pause holding his hair and starting point between your fingers “You ok down there?

He brushes it off and tells you to keep going

Hes not as bad as kuroo and doesn't start flinching too much until you're like halfway done and now his scalp is getting extra sensitive

Yeah you laugh at him and he just rolls his eyes at you bc wow you're enjoying his pain? bet he got your ass later 

At this point his subconscious stays making him pull his head away and you keep having to pull him back. “Would you stop moving away.”

Hes the type to literally grab your wrist like “stop” and you’re like do you want a break, but hes tryna be a trooper and says no.

fuck it, youre towards the front of his head and its not like you're braiding him to go anywhere so it doesn't have to be perfect: aka you straddle his lap now yes. “Now will you stop fucking moving”

Yeah hes restless but this makes it a little better so he kinda just settles his hand on your waist

He tries to limit his flinching by squeezing at your sides and it kinda works, but when he flinches extra hard at one braid you end up messing up and am just like “you messed it up” but yeah he doesn't care because hes sick and tired of this

you finish him and hes like damn now i need something for the pain and yeah you end up in the bed 

[5hfanfiction]

Everything Comes Back to You

chp. 2: I saw that you moved on with someone new

trigger warning: mild reference to anxiety, but no explicit detail. 

I’m hit with a wave of anxiety, but I try my best to fight it away. This will be good I tell myself. As soon as I walk through the doors I’m immediately greeted by flashes and loud voices calling out my name. There’s an overwhelming pressure building up in my stomach and it’s suddenly harder to breathe. And there it is again, the anxiety, but I’m not sure what it’s from. The fact that there’s a crowd of people or the fact that she’s not here to hold my hand to walk me through it. I ignore the question and push my way past, it’s been years and they still don’t understand the term privacy. I keep my head down and my mind goes back to her, how does she deal with it now that I’m not there to protect her? Does she even do this anymore? I made the decision to not get TV or even magazines and newspapers, taking all the measures needed to completely rid myself of her. But I never managed to clear my mind, of course.

I quickly get into the cab and provide him with the address, letting out a breath as the voices become a distant hum. I watch LA as it passes by me, and it seems like nothing has changed. The palm trees still remind me of my youth, our youth, how it all started. The innocence of it all, the excitement, the peace that laid with the fact that she was beside me. The sun in all its glory, reminding me of the warmth that once used to lay in my bones, the warmth that came from her words and her presence. The fresh air that’s finding its way through the small gap in the window takes me back to a time where we were free and where breathing was the easiest thing to me. A loud honk pulls me out of my thoughts and my heart drowns with the sad thought that this city will probably never change, and I’m not sure whether that comforts me or terrifies me.

-

I don’t have the chance to even utter a word because Dinah is already engulfing me in her arms, and despite myself, I smile and hug her back, bathing in her comfort. We stay there for a moment, and I’m comforted with the idea that despite my withdrawal from her life, she still holds me close to her heart (in this case, literally).

‘Okay Dinah, I’m going to lose my oxygen if you continue this.’ I receive a laugh from her before she pulls me away and looks at me.

‘God I’ve missed you, I’m so glad you’re here Lauren.’

‘Yeah well, let’s hope it goes in your favour huh?’

‘Yeah.’ She breathes out but before we have a chance to continue the conversation, I hear two voices calling out my name before I’m surrounded by two pairs of arms hugging me.

‘Careful guys, Miss Ralph requires her oxygen.’ Dinah teases, but it seems to do the job because Normani and Ally pull away and I shoot them a small smile, laced with uncertainty.

See when I left, everything was so intense and so messy I lost touch with a lot of people, Normani and Ally included. And it pained me, but I couldn’t find it in me to make the effort. It’s only Dinah’s persistence that made me keep in contact with her, I guess Ally and Normani appreciated the fact that I needed space.

‘It’s good to see you Laur.’ The shortest Texan is the first to speak and Normani says the same right after.

‘You too, I’m sorry I’v-’ I don’t get to finish because now I’m being hugged by all three women and even though it’ll take a lot for me to admit it, I’m glad to be here. For now anyway.

-

We’re all currently sat in front of the TV, Normani and Ally catching me up on everything going on in their lives. Turns out, Normani furthered her career into dancing and is going to be on the next season of Dancing With the Stars and Ally has gone into the line of Broadway and I’m genuinely happy to know both girls are content with everything in their lives, but also a little envious that I’m still not put together. Dinah didn’t join in, seeing as I already knew that she continued on with singing and I’m pretty sure her and the two other girls kept in contact so they knew as well.

I take a sip of the red wine, and internally cringe at the choice, it’s just so plain. But I’m not sure if it’s my place to tease the girls about it so I stay mute. I take a few moments of silence to think how we got here, how I got here; these girls used to be my backbone and now I’m just surrounded by hesitance, but I threw the thoughts in the back of my mind. A few hours go by between conversations and it’s almost like we’re teenagers again. My attention is driven towards the loud music coming from the TV and I realise it’s been on for no reason.

‘Hey Dinah, turn th-’ My voice cages itself, as throat quickly becomes dry despite the continuous drinking as I see picture appear on the screen.

‘Camila Cabello and Shawn Mendes were recently photographed in a not so platonic way! Could this be the confirmation all us Shawmila shippers needed or are we yet again going to get another denial?’ Chelsea speaks out enthusiastically, and I would have been happy to know she’s still enjoying her line of work if it wasn’t for the topic she was discussing. I feel my lungs burning and my heart tightening in the most painful way. I see Dinah quickly turning it off but it’s too late now. Holding my head in my hands, I close my eyes and it does no good. I still see her leaning into Shawn with the biggest smile on her face and I still see his arms around her waist. It’s like my heart is now begging to be put out of its misery, the way it’s pounding against my ribs. This wasn’t meant to happen.

‘Fuck fuck fuck.’ It’s all I can repeat but nothing is helping. I’m now rocking back and forth and the profanities are still slipping from my mouth but she just won’t go away. Did the universe really hate me to this extent? Do I really have no light left in me to offer that the world has just given up on me? I hear one of the girls stand up and I put my hand up to stop them.

‘I’m fine.’ My voice comes out hoarse and it only now registers that I’ve been crying. I wipe at my face and get up, not once glancing at the girls. I wonder if they feel sorry for me? Or if they just think it’s pathetic that it’s been 2 years and I’m still stuck in the same place.

‘I’ll urm, I’ll see you guys in the morning.’ My voice cracks at the end but I don’t even try to mask it. They and I both know, I’m a hopeless case and I’m past the point of broken. There’s nothing to hide but I still find it more comfortable to crawl under my blankets and cry in the safety of my lonesome.

-

A few hours have gone by and I’m lying down staring at the ceiling. It’s a wonder how this world works, how it just throws you into things that you’re not capable of handling. I’ve heard that ‘a heart that’s broken is a heart that’s loved’ and it makes me wonder, did I not love her enough? Is that why she’s fine and I’m not? But in that logic, she must have loved me, so how has she moved on? It doesn’t add up. None of it.

It doesn’t make sense how she now finds peace in brown eyes instead of green, or how she finds comfort in his voice instead of mine. How she feels secure in his hard bones instead of my soft skin? Has she really moved on? Or is it an act?

I shake my head at the idea, it can’t be an act. I reprimand my heart for even planting that seed of hope. Because no matter how much my brain realises that she has moved on, I know I’ll always hold onto the hope that it’s my eyes she dreams of. It’s hopeless, talking mutely to the religion above, because it’s no supreme presence I feel. No, it’s just a ceiling. I decide a walk will do me good, hoping the fresh air will help me breathe, though it’s ironic because I light up a cigarette as soon as I’m out.

I allow my eyes to follow the path I’m walking on, though I know I’m not really paying attention to it. She’s in LA, would she come to Dinah’s album release? But would Dinah do that to me? Surely not. Dinah’s a good friend I assure myself until I realise, she’s not just my friend. A popular belief, when Camila left, was that all of us despised her very existence, though none of that was true. Sure, Normani and Ally were disappointed in her choice, but they also knew that Camila really couldn’t do this anymore. There were too many judgements from the fans for her to carry on with us, it was understandable. And Dinah would never abandon Camila, they were the rock for each other, yet couldn’t declare it because of management’s mess.

As for me, I had made a vow to Camila, that I’d always be by her side, no matter what happened. And I kept that vow even after her departure, still showing up to her door with flowers in my hand whenever she was sad. Still making love to her when she found it hard to love herself. Still sealing my promises to her with soft kisses. I kept my vow until we found out it wasn’t enough. There wasn’t a light in her eyes whenever I showed up to her door, there was no want in her voice when we made love and she stopped smiling against my lips. I still believed in us but for some reason, she lost that spark and I couldn’t exactly force her to stay with me. I was so sure that she’d come back to me, tell me she found nothing but heartbreak without me but she didn’t.

A burning sensation between my fingers pulls me back to the present and I quickly throw away my, now wasted, cigarette. I stare at the red burn on my fingers and I assure myself it’s nothing to worry about. It doesn’t hurt as much as the emotional burns after all.

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