#He's probably really insecure. always worried he's going to mess something up

[ecogirl2759]

I am posting to literally every Fandom rn and I'm sorry but I neeeeed to get this out

I LOVE looking at Malorn Ashthorn through a very literal lense. Because that makes him literally one of the most tragic characters in Wiz <3

(Came back up after writing this whole post and realized it's kinda sorta very long. So, full rant is under the break ^w^)

Edit: Please forgive any spelling mistakes, I wrote this all on my phone, which sucks lol

Every time you go to Ravenwood, he's there. Malorn, without fail, is always standing by the crater at all times. (This is what I mean by literal lol, since his sprite just wasn't put in any other locations.) Other students keep coming and going throughout the day, able to take rests in their dorms and occasionally go on field assignments, but Malorn can't do that. He just has to stand there. Waiting.

He's practically forced to be there, too. He's "Acting Professor Ashthorn" after all. He has to be there just in case a student drops by, and everyone works on their own schedule. That includes all the other Death students, especially since they're on independent study and literally have no time table to work off of. So, to make sure he can actually do his job, he needs to be ready at all times. He needs to always be on the clock. He can't leave.

What's more, he can't even go to the headmaster's office. He can't leave his station, so he can't go negotiate with Ambros. He can't ask for breaks. He can't catch up on news. He can't give or receive progress reports, assignments or updates. Unless he's deliberately called, he is, quite literally, trapped in this catch22 of seclusion.

Malorn also can't further his own learning in any meaningful way. All his other fellow students are off on assignments, doing practical work and honing their spells. Not to mention that it seems--based on Penny's side quest--that Ambros is the one who gives them their work. But Malorn can't move. Even if he got assignments, he would never be able to complete them. He's literally not allowed to learn.

Also, no one really ever shows up to Malorn's little corner of Ravenwood anymore. The other students don't actually need to go to him for anything, since they know most if not all the same spells he does, as well as not needing to turn their assignments in to him. New lore suggests that studying Death magic is wildly unpopular now that Malistaire is dead/evil/dead again, and old lore states that the already existing Death students are actively being discouraged from continuing their studies / persuaded to study different schools. Considering how few Death students you come across in-game, (keeping in mind that they have to be out and about since they have no classroom to congregate in,) it's probably safe to assume that many of the previous Death students were successfully deterred. I can't imagine Malorn sees much traffic anymore.

Even after the Death School is found by the Wizard and classes are said to resume, (even though the connection to Nightside is unstable? Eh, anyway,) Malorn is never seen outside of his usual spot. He literally cannot go to class anymore because he's too busy being Acting Professor. He now has to stand there in his usual spot, directing students to the actual Death School. (Because no one can put the building back, I guess. -_-)

And Malorn isn't even recognized for his hard work, either! Despite always being as helpful and friendly as possible, doing a pretty great job at being Acting Professor (if you ask me), he's never rewarded. The Wizard graduates, and Dwargyn is promoted to Death Professor. AND MALORN STILL HAS TO JUST STAND THERE!

Though, that also calls into question whether or not he actively wanted the role of Acting Professor or not. Sure, he's great at it, and yeah, he makes the most with what he can. But is he Acting Professor because he genuinely wanted to take up that mantle, or is he Acting Professor because he was the best of the Death students at the time? (I mean, I imagine it's because he wanted to, but we technically don't know for certain.)

Last but not least, no one likes the Death School kids. Both in old and new lore, some of the kids express how creepy the Death School is to them. They think the Death students are weird and freaky. The kids are ostracized by the rest of the Ravenwood student body simply because necromancy gives them the heebie-jeebies. So for Malorn to be stuck in Ravenwood, all day every day, surrounded by people who other him and look down on him not only because he's a necromancer, but because (I imagine) some of the kids would see his title of Acting Professor as him "sucking up to Ambros" or "thinking he's as great as Malistaire was" or "looking down on other regular students" or any other number of uncharitable assumptions. It would be hard for anyone to handle that kind of treatment for an extended period of time, including Malorn.

Malorn probably feels an immense amount of pressure from everyone's expectations of him as a Death student, an honor student, and as Acting Professor. Even though there's nothing for him to do most of the time, he still has to do it perfectly. He can't afford to fail his classmates. His friends. He's now in charge of their education, so if they fall behind, he'll be the one to blame. He has to show Ambros that Death is still worth studying, even if Malistaire might be gone. He can't make the Death School seem weak in the eyes of the other students by slacking off or being inhospitable. So he keeps a smile on his face as he stands by himself, forced to play Professor without ever getting the recognition or power of one, all while still being a student actively in school, unable to grow and get stronger with his peers due to being secluded and forbidden to leave.

"Acting Professor Ashthorn" isn't even a Professor. He's just a lonely school boy, trying to do his best, yet always coming up short.

It's sad.

[inthekitschen]

Frostheim and Vagastrom Ghouls when you tell them you're pregnant

How I think the ghouls would react to having a baby with you, part 1.

Note: even if I personally believe a ghoul wouldn't want kids, I did my best to write the circumstances in which they would possibly want a child. I hope they don't read as too forced! Some are a little longer than others, I'm battling a pretty hard writers block and am just focusing on writing what inspires me.

*reader can get pregnant but is not given gendered pronouns

The King, regrettably, has a negative reaction to your initial announcement that you're pregnant. He thinks about his relationship with his own father, his shortcomings as a ghoul, and tries to push you away. When he comes to his senses, he'll make it up to you tenfold. Jin treats you like royalty, like he's your servant.

He's a very involved parent. Jin makes sure you and your child are both taken care of. They're his little prince/ss, after all.

The Advisor is not having a child with you before you're both ready. There are no surprises with Tohma, not really. So when you do announce your pregnancy, he probably already expected it. He's very attentive to you during your pregnancy, attending all of your appointments with you and building everything in the nursery.

If any parent could be 100% on top of everything, it’s Tohma. When the baby arrives, he's already created a schedule that your child miraculously follows. Part of you wonders if he's bribing them in some way.

The Archer panics when he sees the positive test. He definitely assumes you're pranking him, and when he realizes that he's actually going to be a dad, he cries. He does everything he can to be as supportive as possible, but he's definitely terrified.

Kaito is a mess when you bring the baby home. He doesn't want to leave their side, or yours. He's a hoverer, for sure. He asks the same questions over and over because he's so scared he'll mess up your kid.

The Knight is ecstatic when you give him the news. Lucas already treated you like a princess before you were pregnant, but now it's increased tenfold. Good luck trying to do any heavy lifting.

Being a father suits him. Something shifts in him, he's happier. Before, he was happy, but restrained. Around your child, he laughs and smiles more frequently.

The Ex-Con is terrified. He loves you, of course, but it took him long enough to overcome his fear of hurting you — now he has a tinier, more defenseless version of you to worry about. He joins you for your appointments, a silent warning for anyone who might mean you harm. He may not always know what the doctors are talking about, but he knows he'll do everything in his power to keep you safe.

The first time Alan holds your child, he cries. He isn't willing to give them back to the doctors and nurses, and when he does, he watches them like a hawk. He's kind of clueless when it comes to appointments, but he makes up to it with effort.

The Influencer doesn't want kids. He calls them brats, makes faces when the topic is brought up, and tells you to forget about it. What he doesn't tell you is how terrified he is of the idea of being responsible for raising another human being when he knows how fucked up he is — because, let's be real, he knows. He knows he would respond terribly to the stress. He knows he would take it out on you. He knows the kid would grow up to hate him, and he knows he would deserve it.

Leo would have to put in some serious work to ever be ready to have a kid, if he decides he wants one. If that day ever comes, he'd actually be pretty good at it.

The Rider isn't expecting the news of your pregnancy, but when it comes, something clicks into place for him. It feels right. He's a natural when it comes to managing your mood swings and your weird cravings. If you ever get insecure about your weight gain the farther along in your pregnancy and after the baby is born, he lifts you effortlessly. The man can lift a fridge, he's got you no problem.

Even before the baby arrives, Sho locks in. He's done with Leo's schemes. He'll still go out with you on date nights, and he loves taking you and the baby out to experience life.

[moonstruckme]

hi! What about a fic if one of the Mauraders or TASM peter with a reader who's insecure about her big boobs? Like ik everyone thinks it's ideal but honestly sometimes it really sucks when shirts don't fit right or everything looks slutty or u can't go braless or alternatively a fic about their gf overhearing someone say they r an ass man but she has a small butt?

Thank you for requesting!

cw: insecurity around breast size

tasm!Peter Parker x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

You’re looking in the mirror, and you want to feel good about yourself. Really, everything looks the way it should. Your hair looks better than it would on an average day, that new eyeshadow thing you tried actually turned out nicely, and your dress fits the way it’s supposed to. 

Just, the way it’s supposed to fit doesn’t really seem right to you at the moment. 

“Peter,” you call in the direction of the bathroom, “if I ask you about something, can you promise to be honest with me?” 

You hear water splash in the shower, signaling your boyfriend is finally rinsing out his hair. In classic Peter fashion, he seems like he’s going to be late to his own banquet. Oscorp is having a formal event to recognize the achievements of their scientists this year. Peter’s done even more than most, and he’s expected to give a speech before the food comes out which you’ll be lucky to make at this rate. You were supposed to get ready together, but he’d spent the majority of the time flirting with you while you did your makeup in your pajamas. 

“Duh, I’m always honest,” he calls back. The shower shuts off. “That’s why they call me your friendly, honest, neighborhood spider-man.” A pause. You wonder if he can sense the dry look you’re sending his way. “Fine, but I’m always honest with you. Shoot, sweetheart.” 

“Okay.” You give yourself one final, disappointed look-over in the mirror before heading towards the bathroom door. “I’m serious, don’t sugarcoat anything, but do you think—” 

The door swings open, and Peter’s right in front of you, beads of water still visible on his torso and a towel wrapped around his waist. 

“—this is too slutty?” you finish, quieter, right as he blurts, “Oh my god.” 

Peter blinks. His head does a tiny shake, as if trying to rid himself of a dizzy spell. “What?” he asks. 

Probably not your best phrasing. “I just mean, is it too booby,” you try again. You have the urge to tuck your arms around your middle self-consciously, but you worry that would only make the boob predicament worse. 

“Baby.” Peter’s still looking at you like you’re speaking another language. “What?” 

You look down at your highly visible cleavage, then back up at him. “You know what I mean,” you say softly. 

“Okay, speaking from a strictly straight male standpoint,” Peter says, unabashed as his eyes dip to where yours just where, “I can’t condone the idea that there is such a thing as too booby. But even if I was, like, a ninety-five-year-old conservative woman, I couldn’t—I would still think you look beautiful.” 

Your heart balloons. It’s not a compliment you got much before you met Peter. Hot, sexy, sure, but not beautiful. 

“God.” The word slips from your boyfriend’s mouth so softly it almost sounds like a prayer. His hands find your waist, skimming down the satiny material of your dress to rest on your hips. “You’re amazing. Is that the eyeshadow trick you were talking about?” 

You nod, cheeks warming. “You watched me do it.” 

“It looks different with the dress on,” he agrees. “Fuck. Not to be corny, but you’re seriously taking my breath away. I can’t breathe right now.” 

A little laugh stutters out of you, and Peter smiles. He’s looking rather breathtaking himself, fresh-faced from the shower with a piece of damp hair still clinging to his forehead. You unstick it and comb it back in with the others already fluffed up after being toweled off. He smells like his shampoo. 

“Can I kiss you,” he asks, “or will I mess up your makeup?” 

“Be careful,” you warn, smiling as you lean in. 

He is, but his hands give away his hunger, bunching in the fabric at the base of your spine to get you closer. He makes a low, needy sound in the back of his throat, and for half a second you wonder if it’s for your benefit but then you remember that he was right earlier. Peter is always honest with you. 

You laugh when you pull away, going to get a bit of tissue paper to blot away the lipstick you’ve left on him. A glance in the bathroom mirror shows that yours is, thankfully, intact. 

“Are you sure this dress will be appropriate?” you ask, less insecure now but still nervous as you wipe at Peter’s upper lip. “Regardless of how much you like it, it’s still a formal thing and I don’t want to be…indecent.” You cringe. There’s no word that sounds nice. 

Your boyfriend’s brows furrow. His hands skim up your arms, and he looks like he’s about to reply when you fold the toilet paper and stick it between his lips. “Blot,” you murmur. 

He does. “Sweetheart.” He squeezes your upper arms, a silent request for you to look up at his eyes. You find them soft and earnest. “There’s nothing inappropriate about what you’re wearing. It is a formal thing, and you’re wearing a formal dress. You look beautiful.” That word again. Your cheeks burn. Peter kisses one of them. “No one is going to have anything to say about how you look other than how beautiful you are,” he promises. 

You let the sincerity of his words seep into you, pooling like a warm drink in your belly. The inside of your lip finds its way between your teeth. Now you’re feeling bashful for other reasons. 

It’s obvious by Peter’s grin that he can tell. He gives your arms another squeeze before moving you out of the way and going to where his clothes are laid out on the bed. 

“Actually, that’s pretty convenient for me.” He discards the towel on the floor, slipping on a pair of boxers and then starting to button up his dress shirt. “You’ve just taken a whole bunch of pressure off my speech. No way anyone’s gonna be looking at me while I’m up there now.”

[reverie-starlight]

just some quick suna fluff bc I’ve been having strong feelings for him as of late.

gn!reader, no physical descriptions. fluff fluff fluff!!!! slightly lovey-dovey. still getting used to writing him so it might feel a bit choppy but he’s fun to practice dialogue with <3

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“rin, quick- what colour are my eyes?”

he looks up from his phone to see you covering your eyes with one hand. in the other is your own phone, screen lit up with some paused video.

“why?”

you click your tongue and his mouth twitches. “because I want to see how well you know me, obviously.”

he raises an eyebrow at that. “do you really think after all these years I don’t know your eye colour?”

“just go with it!” you plead, and then continue with a “please, rin?”

with all the confidence in the world and zero hesitation, he says “pink.”

the speed at which your hand comes down to hit the bed you’re both sitting on forces a sly grin onto his pretty face. your face is priceless and your eyes are as stunning as ever. it makes his heart skip a beat.

“I swear-“

you look completely done with him, so obviously this means he can’t help but mess with you some more. he puts on a bewildered expression acts like he’s surprised.

“no, seriously, I think you have pink eye or something, babe. I thought you knew already.”

you blink and the annoyed look on your face turns into worry. he watches you switch to the camera app and examine your eyes. “RIN!”

he can’t help but snicker and beckon you over to cuddle into his side. you do, despite being cross with him, and he soothes you with a kiss to your forehead. “I’m sorry baby, it was too easy. of course I know the colour of your eyes.”

you roll them and nod a bit, sulking.

he blinks and tries to figure out what’s happening in front of him before realizing there‘s probably something else going on. he thinks back to the paused video he saw on your screen earlier and recalls that it was one of those street interviews that tests couples.

he’s seen them, of course, and has always made fun of the guys who don’t even know the most basic shit about their partners.

and then something clicks in his brain. are you scared he’s like them? you should know by now that he’s not, but he knows that sometimes doubt and insecurity creep in against your will, so he holds you tighter and flicks your forehead.

“I know you like the back of my hand, eye colour included. I’m always paying attention to you, even when you don’t realize it.”

you nod again, but you don’t look completely convinced yet. he scratches his chin as he thinks some more of how to make you feel better.

plan A is to flirt, because as much as you deny it, he knows you secretly like the attention and compliments he gives you.

he tilts your chin up to look at him and smiles a little, examining your eyes. “yup, still the prettiest shade I’ve ever seen. I never get tired of looking into them.”

you can’t hold the eye contact for long (you never can and he absolutely adores it) and gently pry his hand off so you can turn away.

“stoppp,” you say in a voice that makes it clear to him you don’t mean it.

because he knows you and all of your cues and he’ll spend every day proving it to you if he needs to.

“getting shy on me? you were so fiery earlier, what happened?”

you knock your forehead against his shoulder. “shut up.” there’s a smile in your voice now and he doesn’t even need to look at you to confirm that fact.

“nah, I’ll keep going. I hate to say it ‘cause you need to be humbled sometimes, but you’re, like, really hot or whatever.”

your head shoots up and you gape at him. “I need to be humbled?” there’s the hint of a laugh at the end of your sentence and he just shrugs.

“hey, I’m not the one who gets off on messing with their partner.”

you gasp and do let out a laugh this time, hitting his shoulder. “yes you are, you dick!”

and you allow the slander because you know suna, too. this is his way of acknowledging that you’re upset, not bringing it up and bringing you out of that state without being dismissive. he always knows exactly what you need and how to make it better.

after a few more minutes of back and forth, you’re giggling into his chest and he’s just smiling up at the ceiling while rubbing your back. a familiar warm feeling settles in his heart.

“better?” he asks.

you sigh happily against him and he feels you nod.

“good, because plan B was pretending to fall off the bed and hoping you laugh.” he’s half joking, but if it really comes down to it, he knows he’d bend over backwards to see you happy.

you snort, but you feel fuzzy at his words. you seem to realize the same thing going through his mind in that moment.

“thank you.”

he’s not sure if you’re thanking him for cheering you up or for simply knowing you, but his response covers both meanings anyway.

“my pleasure.”

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he’s insufferable and I love him and this kinda sucks but in my defence I wrote it last night in like twenty-five minutes.

@dira333 here’s your tag!!!

[moonsgemini]

good for you - rafe cameron

summary: Rafe just wanted to be good. He wanted to be good for her, but somehow he always found a way to mess things up. And of course she’s there to help him clean up the mess.

warnings: angst, fluff, rafe gets arrested, insecurities from rafe

wc: 1.9k

an: hope you all enjoy!! I kinda lost inspo towards the end but regardless I still kinda like it. um also I’m 5 days sober so love that for me, I’m taking a tolerance break to clear my mind & it's helped so much so far.

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She was laying on her bed reading Pride & Prejudice, trying to stay away from her phone. She was trying to build better habits like not going on her phone before she went to sleep. It was a cool summer night, her balcony doors open letting the smell of the beach enter her room. Her eyes were starting to involuntarily shut as sleep started to overtake her, but she was jolted awake as her phone started vibrating on her night stand.

It was almost 12am who would be calling her at this hour. She peeked over and the name on the screen made a pit in her stomach form. Kildare Sheriff’s Department. She didn’t have a single clue as to why she was getting a call from the police at this hour. Her stomach turned as her mind raced jumping to conclusions like someone she knew being in an accident.

Hesitantly picking up she muttered, “Hello?”

“Hey uh it’s me.”

Her mouth went dry, “Rafe? Are you okay? What’s going on?”

Y/n had only moved to outer banks a few months ago. She had met Sarah one day when she was shopping at a boutique in the figure eight. Being the bubbly outgoing person that Sarah was she invited her to a party going on that night. Usually y/n wouldn’t go to a random party alone but it was summer and how else was she going to make friends. She had promised herself that in the Outer Banks she was going to be different. She wasn’t going to bury herself in her books and be secluded missing out on all the things a teenager should be doing like she had been in her old hometown.

When she arrived at the party she was received with weird looks and she had immediately regretted her decision. She wandered around hoping someone would come up and talk to her or she’d bump into Sarah. Luckily she did bump into her, the girl immediately took her under her wing and introduced her to some people. Y/n even had a few drinks as she talked with the girls she met. She was actually enjoying herself. After a while she went off to find the bathroom, that’s when she bumped into a 6’2 dirty blonde.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” She mumbled stumbling back a bit, her balance a little off after a few seltzers.

Rafe looked down at the girl not recognizing her as a regular at these parties, “No worries.” He smirked, he definitely would have remembered her.

She looked around not really knowing where she was going, “um do you know where the bathroom is?”

Rafe thought she was extremely cute. She was like a lost puppy and he would do anything to help her find her way, “It’s the last door on the right, have we met before?” He asked knowing they definitely haven’t.

“Probably not, I just moved here a couple weeks ago. I’m y/n.” She smiled as she felt her face heating up. She thought he was extremely handsome, he had a slightly cocky demeanor but she couldn’t lie and say she wasn’t into it. The way he looked at her like she was his prey made her feel something warm in her stomach. In her old town no boy had bothered to give her the time of day so having the attention of someone as handsome as him was overwhelming.

Rafe’s smirk grew, “That makes sense I think I’d remember if we met, I’m Rafe.”

He knew he was a goner when she looked up at him with those big eyes and that smile. Everything about her was captivating to him. He liked looking at her smooth exposed legs in the small skirt she was wearing and her collarbones that were begging to be kissed by him. He also liked the fact that she didn’t know who he was. She had no idea he was a bad person the way everyone said he was.

Ever since that night Rafe and y/n had been practically inseparable. They spent their days together whether it was at the beach while she read her books on the sand in that small bikini while Rafe surfed. Or they’d go to parties together, Rafe’s arm around her the whole night. Not letting her out of his sight and making sure everyone knew she was Rafe’s girl even though they weren’t dating. Rafe hadn’t asked her out yet, he wanted to be better before he made anything official.

Rafe had become better. He wasn’t doing coke anymore and he stopped drinking so much, limiting himself so only a few drinks. He even started doing everything his dad asked him to instead of doing whatever was in his best interest. But Rafe was nowhere near perfect. It’s why he was calling her from the sheriff’s department at midnight. He felt like he had just fucked up all the effort he had made to be better with one stupid night.

He had gone out to a bar with a few friends and he had maybe had a bit too much to drink. Maybe he had a lot to drink and he might of started a fight with some guys. Which resulted in him being taken to the police station to sit in the drunk tank or be picked up by someone. He had one phone call and he couldn’t call his dad, he’d just yell at him and let him stay there over night. His friends weren’t the most reliable people and Sarah wasn’t exactly going to jump at the opportunity to help him. He only knew one person who would help him, but he felt embarrassed by his actions. This isn’t the Rafe he wanted her to know, but he was desperate.

“I’m o-okay. Can you come pick me up?” He hiccuped, “I fucked up y/n. Please can you come.”

She was already steps ahead of him. She had began putting on an oversized sweatshirt and her sneakers. Rafe meant a lot to her, he was one of the only people that actually listened to her. He saw her in ways that no one ever tried to. She would do anything for him. She had heard a few rumors about him but she didn’t pay any attention to them because it seemed like that Rafe was gone. Her Rafe was gentle, kind, smart, and protective.

“Of course Rafe. I’ll be there soon okay?” She said hoping to calm him, she could hear him sniffle lightly.

“I’m so sorry y/n,” He said in an almost whimper.

She shook her head even though he couldn’t see her, “There’s nothing you need to apologize for. I’ll be there soon okay?”

“Okay. Thankyou y/n.”

“Anything for you Rafey.” She smiled just thinking about him. His heart clenched at the nick name, how could she be so perfect. How could she not be angry with him for being so stupid.

When she arrived at the police station she went up to the front desk and nervously looked around. Waiting for someone to come up and help her.

“Hi, what can I do for you?” Shoupe asked as he appeared from around the corner.

“Hi um I’m here to pick up Rafe Cameron,” She said almost uncertain.

He nodded his head, “I’ll go get him, if you can just fill out these papers for me.”

“Mhmm thankyou,” she smiled sweetly.

Shoupe walked back around the corner and down the hall to the holding cell. Rafe sat there his head in his hands.

“Cameron, let’s god.” He started unlocking the door to let the young man out.

Rafe stood up quickly, because she actually came. A part of him worried that you wouldn’t show up. She’d see what a mess he was calling her at midnight and just leave him there. He couldn’t wait to see his girl. Shoupe walked him out to the front and there she stood in his sweatshirt and some sleep shorts. He felt a pang of guilt go through him knowing he disturbed her.

“Rafe,” She said letting out a relieved sigh. He had a cut lip and bruised cheek. His knuckles were cut up and bruised.

He practically ran towards her to hug her. He burried his head in the crook of her neck, taking in the scent of vanilla and shea butter. All of his worries disappeared as he held her.

“I’m so sorry,” he mumbled wishing he could just stay this way forever.

“It’s okay, let’s go home.” She pulled away from him holding his face in her hands to examine him better. Her eyes watered slightly as she took in his hurt perfect face.

They walked to her car in silence, she had a million questions but she waited to ask. Once in her car she looked over at him. He looked so broken, so upset at himself.

“What happened Rafe?” She asked.

He looked over at him with watery eyes, “I-I don’t know. One minute I’m having a drink and then another. Then another and another. Then this guy shoulder checked me on his way to the restroom and I-I just lost it. I don’t know why.” He shook his head thinking about how stupid his reason for starting the fight was.

“Rafe, people make mistakes.”

“I’ve made so many mistakes. I just want to be good. I want to be good enough for you, but I’m so stupid, I’m a loser and an idiot. I-I don’t deserve you.”

She leaned across the console and held his face in her hands rubbing her thumbs gently across his cheek bones, “Don’t say that. Rafe I would come get you from here every day if you needed me to. You can’t be so hard on yourself, it matters to me that you’re trying to be good. You are good. I’ve never once thought that you weren’t.” She cared for him more than he would ever know.

He couldn’t find any words to say because none existed that would describe how much love he had for her. No one believed in him the way that she did. He reached over mimicking her and placing his hands on her cheeks pulling her into him. His lips meeting hers, his lip hurt as he kissed her. Her hands dropped from his face and moved to his shirt, desperate hands gripping at it trying to pull him closer.

Rafe hummed in satisfaction at the feeling of her mouth on his, something he had been dreaming about for months now. The way their lips moved against each other seemed like they had been doing this forever. She let out a small whimper and it made his head spin. His hand ran down her face to hold the side of her neck, finger entangling in her hair. His other hand moved to her waist. He really wished they were in his bed right now so he could really show her how much she means to him. But he wanted to take things slow with her.

They pulled away, foreheads pressed together as they caught their breath. She felt so dizzy, all her senses were overloaded on Rafe Cameron.

“Did you know that you’re perfect?” He said quietly.

She laughed softly, “You’re perfect. Come stay with me tonight.

“Anything you want,” He pecked her lips. For the first time in his whole life he didn’t feel less than.

[aaabatteriez]

candid sanji (in love) ᯓᡣ𐭩

⁺˖ not a writer btw just madly in love with sanji and in love with the idea of sanji being in love ☝️

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since sanji is naturally flirty towards any young beautiful woman that walks by hes probably become very used to how hes normally treated by women / how he himself sees them.

like whenever he makes advances hes used to getting turned down or not rlly taken seriously but hes ok with that cuz sanji is number 1 ladies man. all he wants is to see women plural, hes not rlly a man who wants to settle down (not including wci that was lowkey forced marriage). hes a little bit of a player right? like hes a flirt to everyone not just one person.

but i think what would happen to sanji when he meets and gets to know someone and he realises that his feelings for that one person wasnt "wow you're pretty i wanna flirt with you too" but instead "i think i'm madly in love with who you are as a person and you're so beautiful that I will glady lay my heart out for you right now and spend the rest of my life with you and only you and id want nothing else" it genuinely scares him.

like he is TERRIFIED.

hes sure hes said something along those lines to other girls before.. but has he actually felt the weight of those words?? the burden of a heart that is so willing to be given to another?? not until now.

but that fear (AHHH!! AHH!! i was sooo scared!!!) doesnt compare to how he'd feel when that person tells him they would like all of that and would be willing to do the same for him.

dont misunderstand now, hes really really happy BUT HES ALSO SHAKING IN HIS BOOTS BECAUSE WHAT THE FUCK??? 😭😭 ARE U FR??

he doesnt know what to do because no one has ever felt that way towards him before, and he hasnt felt this strongly about someone else before either

hes so happy but so so scared he's going to mess this up so he tries extra hard to be his usual self, the smooth talking romantic he always is

but it totally backfires cause all of his senses are heightened to the max and hes so fleeping nervous he cant think straight

charisma?? what is a charisma.

all his previous flirty remarks and witty pickup lines?? OUT THE WINDOW. hes tripping all over his words and there's a big ol lump in his throat that wont go away no matter how many times he gulps down hard and coughs

doesnt know what to do with his hands

instead of the smoothly rizzed up buttery sexy tone sanji puts on when he speaks, he sounded like a squeaky door hinge and at the same time he also sounds like hes sick with the flu

insert random silence

so fucking awkward. awkward silence. awkward punchline.

doesnt know what to do with his hands x2

forgets how to hold someone

is this okay?? is this really okay?? (as his hands are visibly shaking)

no cause his lovely lady would have to do all the initial physical contact and flirting before he can finally be an alpha and be a man and take initiative

again he just didnt wanna mess up

hes so worried about that person losing interest in him that he tries to act as his very best but it falls flat from feeling insecure / fear (ahhh!! ahh!! ok sorry ill stop)

abandonment issues!

oh he probably got real drunk and cried himself to sleep too aft messing up trying to flirt for the 1010929292938399th time

a lil bit of a pathetic man

but one who doesnt give up HES READY TO TRY AGAIN!!!

fails x2

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・゜゜・．・゜゜・・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

[yandere-avatar]

My Jealousy, Jealousy Started Following Me

Characters: Avatar Aang, Katara, Sokka, Suki, Zuko, Toph Beifong, Ty Lee, Avatar Korra, Asami Sato, Tenzin, Kya II, Lin Beifong, Suyin Beifong, Opal Beifong [Might do another with Azula, Mako, Bolin, and Kuvira if yall want] Had this in the drafts for a while. Just had to finish it up. Holy shit this took forever. Kept debating if it was worth it...

Avatar Aang

Aang likes to think he doesn't get jealous

He's calm and collective

But that all changed when one of the girls at Toph's Metal Bending Academy tried hitting you up

He likes to give them the benefit of the doubt and thinks maybe they don't know you're both dating

"Hey Babe! Come look at this sculpture Toph made!" [He'll call you nonchantly, hoping they'll get the hint]

But when the other person also walks over, still flirting with you, that's when he gets angry

He'd want to confront them, but honestly he's to nice for that

He might ask Katara for help

Katara will tell you how Aang feels

You'll confront Aang, but he'll pretend he doesn't know what you're talking about

"You know, you can tell me, Aang. You trust me, right?"

He'll sigh and admit and you'll comfort him, even confiding in him that sometimes you get jealous when people hit on him

Katara

HAHAHAHA

Oh, I really feel bad for whoever is flirting with you

Katara is a very jealous woman

She doesn't like people taking what's hers

She might lightly bend them, but she'll do it nonchalantly

She'll justify it by saying that it's not a big deal and you're blowing it out of proportions

She gets really frustrated with herself, because she hates this feeling

She's very powerful, so she's not someone you want to mess with

She gets irritated and will roll her eyes as someone tries to flirt with you

Very passive aggressive

You better be prepared for a fight

Sokka

He's so confused

Did that person not know you were taken?

He already has insecurities, so this doesn't help

He knows you're great, one of the MANY things he likes about you, so of course people would want your attention, but the point still stands

He'll probably do something stupid to get your attention

It's rather ridiculous

You'll look away from the person flirting with you to see your boyfriend about to get hurt

"Hey, I have to leave, my boyfriend is about to get himself killed"

Suki

She's very confident, so she's not worried about this person at all

Though, she is annoyed, because who did that person think they were?

She will probably call your attention to her and do something to impress you, so you focus on her

She smiles when seeing you turn your attention away from them [Flirter]

It's a huge win for her

There is a slight part of her that is insecure because she sees you as incredible and she knows other people see it too

What if you end up leaving her? It really bothers her

So she's always doing crazy stuff to impress you so you never leave

Zuko

Probably the easiest to anger and get jealous

He has no control over his emotions what so ever

He WILL start a fight with the guy hitting on you

He does NOT care who they are or what was say, he's going to put them in their place

But before he does that, he'll express to you that he's upset, but you think it's nothing

He tries to win your affection by beating that guy up

You're just annoyed because you think he overreacted. He says he didn't [He did]

Will gaslight you, saying it's your fault

"Why were you even talking to him!?"

He's so angry and he'll break the closest thing to him

He wants to control his anger, but you really bring out this side of him. He makes sure you know it too, because he tells you

So, when he's done throwing this temper tantrum, you both leave the party; Mad af

You're mad that the party and good vibe was ruined and he's mad that you're mad, because he was just trying to get that dude away from you

Toph Beifong

She can feel the other person's heart beat pick up as they continue to hit on you

She's annoyed, but doesn't know how to express it healthily

She might use her bending to push that person away from you

She'll give them a show, so that they can have something to talk about

Might even crush them

The thought makes her smirk

She'll send little earthquakes to the person

Treated thems like a ball and and bounces them with the earth, without making it obvious

She'll forget about it when you come over to her and talk to her

Ty Lee

She's the least likely to get jealous because she's also a player

Though she does get upset when seeing that you're uncomfortable

She'll glare and excuse herself from whatever conversation she's in, even if it's with Azula, and walks over to where you are

Her tactic is to come in hot, just like the person flirting with you

She'll aggressively flirt with them to try and make them uncomfortable

But if that doesn't work, she'll be very direct and say that you're together and that they need to stop

They'll think it's a joke but Ty Lee is dead serious

She's willing to fight them if it comes to that

She might also grab your hand and drag you away, if you ask her not to make a scene

She'll keep an eye on you for the rest of the night

Avatar Korra

Korra gets extremely jealous

If someone even LOOKS at you in a way she doesn't like, she'll get angry

She's possessive over the things that are hers

Anyone approaches her and they are pushed into the wall

She's pissed and can't control her bending

She'll apologize to the person she hurt, but she doesn't really mean it. She's still focused on you

You're HERs, so why are they talking to you

Everyone knows you belong to the Avatar, so why even try?

She's thinking of all the ways she could kill them

It kind of makes her feel a little better, but not much

She is slightly insecure though, because what if you do like them better than her? No, you can't... You just can't like them more

Asami Sato

She'll roll her eyes and glare at them

They've got some balls talking to you, everyone knows you have a girlfriend, so why is that person flirting w/ you ??

She'll come strutting over & flip her hair

"Who's this babe?"

She's smiling, but anyone with eyes can see that's not true

Man if looks could kill

You tell her that they were telling you about some acomplishment they achieved

"Oh, did you tell them how we work with the Avatar and have saved the world?"

She's deadass going to shove her accomplishments in their face

She's so pretty too so she knows that they don't stand a chance

She's already won this fight, so they might as well give up

Tenzin

Haha? Him? Jealous? No of course not-

Okay, he's extremely jealous, but it doesn't show at all

He has mad stern resting face- No emotions

But inside he's steaming

You probably have a little bit of an age gap, so he's worried you'll leave him for someone your age

[But you've liked Tenzin for a long time, so you weren't letting him go anytime soon]

He's trying to preoccupy his attention

Though, it's not working

He can't get it off his mind

Will definitely start a fight over it later

Kya

She's confused. Why is someone flirting with you?

She's not insecure, just annoyed

Because who the hell did they think they were? Did they not know you were taken. No, they had to have known

She's pretty easygoing, so she won't act irrationally

Instead, she'll continue doing her thing and allowing you to do your own thing, because you're your own human being

She'll probably bring it up, like... offhandly, so you don't get suspicious

"Hey, who was the person you were talking to? You know, the one who had talked to Tenzin?"

You don't even think about it and are like "Oh! Yeah, they were so annoying. I think they were trying to hit on me."

She laughs it off, but she's not happy

Thankfully, you complain about it, annoyed af

Lin Beifong

We know how she acts when she's broken up with [Hence her destroying ATI]

Try her and see what happens

She's a cop and she's willing to play dirty and arrest the person or frame them for a crime

She's going to ruin their life

And she doesn't even care if it destroys that person

The only person she cares about is you

She wants to hurt them

And she will stop at no means necessary to make sure it doesn't ever happen again

Suyin Beifong

She, like her daughter, is passive aggressive

She'll glare and crush whatever is in her hand

She'll fantasize about all the ways she would kill the person flirting with you

She wants for it not to bother her, but it really does

Maybe because there is a part of her that is scared you'll leave her [Like Tenzin did to her sister]

She'll take a deep breath, before smiling, and approaching you

She'll try and join the conversation, but the person who was hitting on you cuts them off and pushes her out of the conversation

She gets pissed

How dare they do that to her

She wants to throw hands with them, but holds herself together

She'll grab your hand, capturing your attention

"Yeah?"

She then tells you she wants to go back home

Opal Beifong

She feels very strongly about you and doesn't know what to feel when seeing someone flirt with you so openly

She knows it's not your fault, but god does she hate watching it

Though with her outgoing nature, she'd walk up and join the conversation, switching it to what she wants

She's easy going, so she doesn't really exhibit jealousy, because she goes with the flow

Though if you look closely, you can see her eye twitch and her mouth frown ever so lightly

She's quite passive aggressive and can be quite mean with her words

[impish-baby]

Ocs and the plushies I think they'd give reader :>

I've decided Eos loves movies like the dark crystal and labyrinth, and Charlie bears have a similar vibe to me! There's also a lot of variety between the stuffies, so they can be picked out to be quite personal to your tastes and are good if you like to collect (it's also a more expensive brand which Eos likes because it feels more like they're spoiling you)

Nyx would buy you something, but he gets really nervous about if you'd like it or not. He's insecure about being a bad dad :(( He'd rather take you to the store and allow you to choose than possibly mess up

Jaiden is making you go to build a bear with him, not because he wants a plushie or anything! He's just getting one because.. because it's embarrassing to go all the way there without getting anything of his own (please record a voice chip of you saying "I love you" for his plush)

He'll make a day out of going, ordering whatever you want from the food court for lunch and stopping in the other stores (He has Marcus's credit card so don't worry about paying)

The estranged fam is probably always gifting you stuffies that are meant to be soothing or are weighted to help with anxiety and sleep! Maybe softer ones as well so you have something you can hit/squeeze if you need to (....maybe a childhood stuffie that was stolen gets returned..)

[ducksido]

Hi! I just saw the scenarios with a Hermione Granger reader and I really liked it. I was wondering if you could do a Neville Longbottom reader with the TWST boys. But I mean pre-glow-up Neville. Awkward, forgetful, shy, insecure in himself and his magic, prefers the company of plants amr is a whiz with magical plants, but hopeless with potions.

Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts: Riddle’s initial reaction is to be concerned about Yuu's clumsiness, especially when they knock something over or mess up in potions. He's a stickler for rules and neatness, so he’ll gently scold Yuu, but his scoldings are softer than usual, especially when he realizes that Yuu is just struggling with confidence. He’ll occasionally offer to help, albeit in his own rigid, rule-following way, and might even suggest they start a garden in the courtyard as a calming hobby. The plants would be perfectly organized, of course. “You need to focus, Yuu. A little more discipline might help you keep your feet on the ground—quite literally!”

Ace Trappola: Ace will find Yuu’s awkwardness adorable and often teases them for being so clumsy—especially when they drop a potion or trip over a plant pot. But his teasing is always lighthearted, and deep down, he’s protective of Yuu. He’ll joke around about Yuu’s plant obsession, but if they ever mess up something serious (like a potion), Ace will rush to their side, not wanting them to feel bad. “Oi, Neville! Watch where you're walking. You nearly turned my whole desk into a blooming disaster.” But he’ll also sneak them some snacks and encourage them to relax a bit.

Deuce Spade: Deuce can totally relate to Yuu's shy, forgetful nature. He often gets nervous about making mistakes too, so he’s incredibly kind and patient with Yuu. If they trip or make a mistake, Deuce is quick to help them up and encourage them not to worry about it too much. He might even offer to study with them to make them feel more at ease. “Hey, don’t worry, Yuu! Everyone makes mistakes. Besides, you’re amazing with those plants!” He’s genuinely impressed by their green thumb.

Trey Clover: Trey would be very patient with Yuu. He notices how Yuu prefers the company of plants over people and respects that. He’s the type to help them with anything they’re struggling with, especially with potions or magical plants. He’ll offer gentle advice when their potions go wrong and is always there with a calm smile to reassure them. “You’re doing great, Yuu. The plants seem to like you, and that’s a good sign. Let's just try again, yeah?”

Cater Diamond: Cater loves to make everything fun and lighthearted, so he’ll be the first to make a joke when Yuu messes up. He notices their awkwardness right away, but he’s not mean-spirited. Instead, he’ll try to get Yuu to relax, offering to take a picture of them with their plants or a cute selfie to cheer them up. Cater enjoys teasing, but it's always playful and designed to make Yuu feel more comfortable in their own skin. “Hey, hey! What’s this? The future plant expert, tripping over their own feet? Don’t worry, Yuu, we all have our moments. How about a selfie to remember this perfect moment?”

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar: Leona’s a bit indifferent at first, but after seeing how Yuu talks to plants with such affection, he’s curious. He respects their quiet nature but might mock them a little for their awkwardness and tendency to trip. He finds their clumsiness endearing but won’t admit it outright. If they make a mistake in class, he’ll roll his eyes, but if they’re genuinely struggling, he’ll toss them a bone and let them know it's fine to take a break. “Tch, can’t even walk properly. But you’re good with plants, so I guess you’re not entirely useless.”

Ruggie Bucchi: Ruggie is the first to jump in when Yuu’s nervous energy starts making them mess up in class. He loves making people feel at ease and will probably crack a joke about Yuu’s “uncoordinated” magic, only to offer them a hand afterward. He’s got their back whenever they feel insecure, and if something goes wrong in class, he’ll make sure they don’t feel embarrassed about it. “Hey, Yuu, don’t sweat it. Everyone makes mistakes—well, except for me, of course. But if you need a hand with those plants of yours, I got you.”

Jack Howl: Jack is patient and understanding. He recognizes how much Yuu enjoys plants, and he’s genuinely impressed by their knowledge. He’s not the most talkative, but he respects Yuu’s quiet nature and is often seen helping them with the more practical aspects of magic. He might give them advice on how to better focus or keep their confidence up, especially when they mess up a potion. “You’re really good with those plants, Yuu. Don’t let one mistake get to you. You’ve got this.”

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto: Azul might see Yuu’s awkwardness as a business opportunity at first, trying to sell them “confidence-boosting” potions or deals. But after getting to know them, he realizes how genuine Yuu is and respects their magical talents. He’s a little bit intimidated by Yuu’s affinity for magical plants (because it’s something he doesn’t understand fully), but he’ll still try to impress them with his own knowledge—just not with potions. He’s supportive in his own way but still very formal. “Ah, Yuu, you’ve got a very unique way with plants. I’ll admit, that’s impressive. But you’ll need to take more care with your potions next time.”

Jade Leech: Jade is fascinated by Yuu’s knowledge of magical plants and loves observing them in their natural element. He finds their awkwardness amusing but not in a mean-spirited way. Jade’s quiet, observant nature makes him more understanding of Yuu’s self-doubt. He’ll often quietly encourage them to continue with their magical studies. He might be the first to notice when they’re feeling down and will offer quiet reassurance. “Hmm, your plants are thriving. How curious. It’s almost as if you’re more in tune with them than with the rest of us.”

Floyd Leech: Floyd loves Yuu’s awkwardness because it’s a source of entertainment for him. He’ll laugh whenever Yuu trips or messes up, but his teasing is more playful than cruel. He’ll pull Yuu into his antics to get them to relax, even if it means dragging them into an off-the-wall situation. Floyd’s a bit chaotic, but he’s always there when Yuu needs him, even if his help might be a little unconventional. “Haha, you’re so clumsy, Yuu! I love it. Come on, let’s go mess with something together. It’ll take your mind off things!”

Scarabia

Kalim Al-Asim: Kalim is kind and bubbly, and he’s absolutely charmed by Yuu’s shyness. He notices how Yuu can’t seem to hold it together in front of others but loves their connection with plants. He’ll make sure to encourage Yuu to open up, often dragging them along to social events or giving them tips on how to relax. He’s endlessly patient and loving with Yuu. “Hey, Yuu, you’re doing great! Don’t worry about those little mistakes. And hey, want to come help me pick out some flowers for the garden? I bet they’ll love your care!”

Jamil Viper: Jamil will quietly observe Yuu, and though he’s not one to openly express his emotions, he’s impressed by their plant expertise. He sees how Yuu’s magical skills could be helpful and will offer quiet advice when they make a mistake. Jamil will always help them with their potion mishaps, though he doesn’t make a big deal out of it. He just wants to make sure they don’t lose confidence. “You’re good with plants, Yuu. Don’t get distracted by the small mistakes. Let’s focus on fixing it next time.”

Pomefiore

Vil Schoenheit: Vil’s first impression of Yuu is a mix of skepticism and concern. He’s very focused on perfection, so Yuu’s awkwardness and clumsiness might annoy him at first. However, he notices Yuu’s talent with plants and softens a little. He’ll still make comments about how they should refine their skills but does so with a bit more tact than usual. Vil will often offer advice on how to perfect their magic. “You may have a talent for plants, but you must learn how to manage yourself better if you want to grow. Perfection requires both discipline and effort.”

Rook Hunt: Rook finds Yuu fascinating. He’s intrigued by their shy, clumsy nature and the way they interact with plants. He might even try to get Yuu to “pose” while tending to their plants, as if they’re part of a performance. Though Rook is always on the lookout for potential, he appreciates Yuu’s raw, unrefined charm and often encourages them to embrace their individuality. “Mon cher, you have such a unique aura, one that mirrors the wild beauty of nature itself. Your plants are your greatest allies.”

Epel Felmier: Epel can relate to Yuu’s insecurities, especially since he himself has his own issues with feeling out of place. He’ll find Yuu’s awkwardness kind of endearing, though he might tease them a little when they make a mistake. But he’s quick to reassure Yuu, especially when it comes to their talent with plants. Epel feels a kinship with Yuu because of their shared tendency to not fit the mold, and he might even share his own experiences of overcoming self-doubt. “Heh, don’t worry about it. I get it. We both have our awkward sides, huh? But your plants? You’re amazing at that! Don’t let a little mishap shake your confidence!”

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud: Idia is extremely empathetic toward Yuu’s awkwardness, since he can relate to feeling out of place and insecure. He admires their expertise in plants and is genuinely impressed by how in-tune they are with nature. He’ll sometimes invite Yuu to hang out with him in his room, where they can bond over gaming and plant care. He finds Yuu’s self-doubt endearing and will always make sure to reassure them, albeit in a shy, nerdy way. “Whoa, Yuu, you're actually really good with those plants... Not bad at all. You... uh, want to play some games while we talk about plant care? I’ll even help you with potions, if you want.”

Ortho Shroud: Ortho, being an android, is endlessly curious about how Yuu’s magic works—especially with their affinity for plants. He’s a bit more analytical than the others, so he’ll want to know the details about how Yuu manages to make plants thrive while simultaneously being so clumsy. Ortho will probably be the one to cheer Yuu up in a more logical, problem-solving way, offering advice and even some techy tips to help them improve. “Yuu, I’ve been running some calculations… You’re remarkably talented with plants. With a bit more precision, I’m sure your potions will be just as successful! Don’t give up!”

Diasomnia

Malleus Draconia: Malleus is intrigued by Yuu’s quiet, introspective nature. He sees a lot of potential in them, though they may not see it in themselves. Malleus is always gentle with Yuu, offering them soft words of encouragement and respecting their love for plants. He might even invite them to the castle garden, where they can bond in peace. Malleus values Yuu’s uniqueness and often helps them feel at ease in his presence. “Your heart is as green as the plants you care for, Yuu. Let your magic grow as naturally as the garden you tend.”

Lilia Vanrouge: Lilia finds Yuu's awkwardness adorable and often teases them in a playful, fatherly way. He'll keep an eye out for when Yuu messes up, offering helpful advice in his own eccentric style. He respects Yuu’s natural affinity for plants and will probably offer them some quirky advice on how to care for them (and perhaps some unconventional ways to deal with their potions). “Heh, don’t worry, little one. You’ll get the hang of it. Just make sure not to blow up the entire classroom next time, alright?”

Sebek Zigvolt: Sebek might be a little exasperated by Yuu’s clumsiness, but he’ll never lose his sense of duty when it comes to helping them. He respects the quiet nature of Yuu, though he can’t help but feel that they need to "step it up" sometimes. He will likely be more focused on “motivating” them to be more confident, insisting that Yuu’s magic should be as disciplined as their training in magic. Still, if Yuu is feeling down, Sebek will stand by their side and offer a very intense, serious pep talk. “Yuu, it is absolutely unacceptable to allow your insecurities to get in the way of your potential! Stand tall and proud! You have power, use it!”

Silver: Silver is very soft-spoken, so his interactions with Yuu are gentle and quiet. He’s kind-hearted and understands Yuu’s awkwardness all too well, since he himself doesn’t always know how to express himself. He’d offer to sit next to Yuu during class and keep them company. If Yuu feels insecure, Silver’s calm and reassuring presence would be exactly what they need. He’ll rarely get frustrated, even when Yuu makes a mistake; instead, he’ll offer soft, encouraging words. “It’s okay, Yuu. No need to rush. Take your time. You’re doing well, really. I believe in you.”

[lovelyverosika]

I keep thinking about his angel eyes

Hazbin Hotel! Adam x Fem!reader

Part 3 —> Part 1 | Part 2

Warnings: talk about self hate

A/N: Here is the part 3 everyone wished for. I decided to make a total of 4 parts, so you sadly still need to wait a bit for the end :,) Like always I’m sorry for any grammar mistakes.

Y/N POV:

I found myself in a room similar to a movie theater. I’m not able to move a single muscle in my body. Suddenly a movie started playing, memories of my life in heaven or more specially about Adam and me. I smiled and felt all warm and fuzzy inside as the memories of our growing relationship were displayed right in front of me.

The first time we met, how we fought at work, how we began to spend more time with each other, our first dates and how he took his mask down for the first time. This may sound exaggerated but that was the proof of how much he trusts me and oh lord was he gorgeous. His golden eyes had me captured the moment I looked into them…his beautiful angel eyes. Nothing was more beautiful than seeing his true emotions reflect in them. Everyone knew him as "The first man" or the self quoted "Dick master" but I know it better. Deep down he’s a insecure soul who’s desperate for admiration and affection, especially after loosing his two previous wives to the same man.

Of course he was a total asshole when I first met him but he changed for the better and that out of his own will, that is something not everyone is willing to do. In a flash of seconds more memories were shown: Our first kiss, anniversary and lastly our wedding. It was a very magnificent day, I never ever thought I will find a lover let alone get married to someone. Everything was just perfect until the court accident today.

Suddenly everything went black. I don’t know where I am or what to feel, this is stranger than any dream or nightmare I ever had. I slowly stood up as a sudden blow of cold air hit me. I wrap my arms around myself as I start walking around in this strange void. All I can hear is my own heartbeat,breathing and the sound of my heels clicking on the ground. After what felt like an eternity I found a single white door in the middle of this nowhere.

Not knowing what else I should do I open the door and enter another black space with a single mirror standing in the middle. This is all so strange and overwhelming I couldn’t prevent myself from tearing up..pathetic that’s what I am. I took a deep breath and walked towards the mirror. I looked like an absolute mess with my eyes puffy from all the crying.

Suddenly the reflection changed in how I used to look like back then in hell. "Helloooo, redeemed or not I’ll always be a part of you.”, my reflection said. I was completely stunned…how is that even possible? "Do you remember what you used to tell your friends back then in hell? You said and I quote: You don’t need to be perfect to be worthy of being loved or deserving a better life. Everyone deserves a second chance and that goes for you too." My old self gave me a big smile and I couldn’t help but smile too.

In a way she is right but accepting yourself is much harder than people say. It takes lots of time, patience and willingness. My reflection gave me a look full of pity before she started to speak. "You probably think he will leave you, hm? Of course that can be an option but would he really? It’s like Rosie said it’s difficult to admit things you’re not proud of but you’re still you. The fact you used to be a demon doesn’t change the person you really are, the person he grew to love and cherish. It seems like we’re running out of time..it was nice seeing the person I became. You’re much stronger than you think.", she chuckled and waved at me. "Farewell Y/N..it’s time to wake up now. Emily must be going insane from how much she worries about you."

My reflection disappeared and left me with a warm feeling inside my heart. With a smile on my face I walked through the mirror and woke up in a bed, which must belong to Emily. In less than a few seconds Emily wrapped her arms around me, hugging me tightly. "You’re awake, I was so scared you wouldn’t wake up.", she said while sniffing onto my chest. I couldn’t help but smile, she’s such a sweetheart. "Shh, I’m here now.", I said while patting her back.

Part 4

[dc418writes]

•Me vs Myself•

✨Pairing✨: Terry Richmondxblack!reader

Summary🪄: You haven’t been yourself lately which worries Terry. How can he help though when you refuse to let him in?

🚨: language, angst, mention of insecurities, overthinking, underlying symptoms of anxiety/depression, ends in fluff tho bc it’s me your resident softie🌸

*DISCLAIMER!: I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP of pictures used as they were all found via Pinterest*

“There’s no use, you’ve already ruined everything,” the small, annoying voice in the back of your head spoke right at your eardrum. “He doesn’t want anything to do with you anymore.”

You steady decorated though, placing dinner plates and silverware at yours and Terry’s usual seats. If he didn’t have anything extra to do, he’d walk through the front door in the next 10 or 15 minutes and you wanted everything to be perfect.

He’s not gonna want to deal with your issues.

Your hands faltered slightly at that thought, but you pushed through continuing to arrange the bouquet of mixed flowers so they’d fit perfectly in the glass vase.

“There,” you state taking a moment to appreciate your work. The mix of pinks, purples, yellows, and greens brought a much needed smile to your face after going so long having to fake one.

“Food is done, table set…glasses!”

As soon as you made it to the cabinet, stretching a bit on your tip toes to reach the clear glassware, there was your boyfriend entering through the front door. His head nearly hit the doorframe as he walked over the threshold placing his keys on the newly installed golden hooks after locking the door behind him. He removes his jacket and shoes next - as part of his usual routine - before finally turning to notice the beautifully set table.

“H-Hey,” you softly wave with your free hand feeling just as timid as the night of your first date. “I uh…I made dinner.”

“I see,” Terry replies in that deep, baritone voice beginning to slowly move towards you.

Figures you’d mess this up too. You always mess up something.

“There’s salmon in the oven and rice and broccoli on the stove. I can fix your drink if you want?”

“I got it.” When he removes one glass from your hand to fill it with ice you feel that crack in your heart chip an inch more. He really was done and everything was your fault. You and your confusing emotions. How difficult you could be. Why can’t you just be…less you?

“Water?,” he asks pulling you from your mental dungeon.

“Huh?”

“Do you want water or something else?”

“Oh, water’s fine,” you answer before handing over the last glass. Terry’s on your heels following you to the dinner table to set down both glasses as you gather the plates. You don’t get far though with his thick arm quickly grabbing your waist to pull you back.

The way he says “sit” isn’t harsh or disciplinary, as if scolding a child, but careful and full of concern. Similar to the way he’s treated you all this week. You’re sure he can see the thudding of your heart as you sit in the chair closest to him. Probably feel the heat beginning to radiate from your stressed body while you twisted the gold butterfly ring around your finger, but he doesn’t say anything. He only leans forward to pull your chair even closer making you initially gasp from the surprising movement before a brief giggle leaves your lips. It’s your first genuine giggle in days and has Terry’s lips curling in a small smile.

“What’s wrong? Really.”

“Not-,”

“Before you say nothing or that you’re just tired, I know it’s more.” Those greenish-blue eyes seem to hit deep into your soul silently urging you to confide in him. And the way his thumbs intimately trace back and forth on the backs of your hands, - practically swallowed by his - you feel the tears prick at your eyes. That random tickle forms in your throat making your voice waver and sound just as broken as you felt.

You’re so weak. People go through so much more and you can’t handle this?

“I get it if you’re not ready-,”

“It’s dumb,” you whisper choosing to focus on your joined hands rather than his intense gaze that was sure to push you over the edge.

“Nothing you ever say is dumb,” he counters. His own hand itches to lift your chin, but instead he leaves you be patiently letting you collect your thoughts.

The most important thing was you talking. If staring into the fridge with a bowl on your head made you comfortable enough to do so, then so be it.

A humorless chuckle leaves your lips just before you sniffle, “That’s debatable.”

“Factual.” Terry’s dorky, yet sweet, response is a vast contrast to the heart stopping smirk on his full lips, and you can only shake your head as you fought the smile desperate to break through before sniffling once more.

A watery sigh passes to the open air as you grip his hands. “I…I don’t know what happens…but sometimes I just get really down. Especially about myself.”

Ugh you sound so needy! No man wants to deal with a woman who can’t stand on her own.

“Did something trigger you?”

“Externally, not really. It’s more so me thinking about the things I do…or don’t do.”

“Like?,” he asks leaning forward to kiss your knuckles providing comfort and urging you to continue.

“Like…when I accidentally burnt the toast the other day,” you inwardly cringe thinking about the dumb mistake having such a big impact on you. “If I would’ve paid more attention, then I could’ve caught it was in there too long. And feeling bad about that then sets off this cascade of thoughts.”

It’s been that way since middle school. One little mess up or embarrassing moment reaffirming an insecurity that had you shrinking in on yourself. Wanting to hide away until your mind had quieted enough that functioning didn’t seem so difficult.

Your parents unfortunately didn’t help with trying to process those complicated feelings. “You don’t need to be crying over that.” “You’ll be fine.” “You need thicker skin. You let stuff get to you.”

At the base level, you knew they were trying to set you up for adult life that didn’t care if you felt depressed or sad. You still had work to do and bills to pay. However, it left you invalidating yourself and criticizing your heart for feeling so deeply.

Terry nods quietly taking in your words. Although it was common for him to ponder his next words - wanting to speak thoughtfully and express himself clearly - his brief silence feels longer than usual and only makes you more uneasy.

You think he wants to deal with this right now? You’re a burden

Before the first tear can reach your jaw, Terry’s there wiping it away, and the next one that follows. “I-I’m sorry. I’m ruining everything-,”

“You’re not and you don’t need to apologize for hurting baby. Everyone has stuff they’re carrying, that’s part of life. You don’t have to carry it alone though,” he explains.

“But if I don’t even wanna deal with it, I don’t wanna put that on someone else who has their own stuff to work through.” It takes nothing for Terry to shift your sobbing, shaky body to sit in his lap. His soft lips leaving kiss after kiss on your temple as he gently rocked you back and forth rubbing soothing circles along your back.

“It’s not force if I’m willing to take it. We’re in this together; just like you got me I got you.”

“I’m supposed to be your peace,” you whisper into his pec, “not make stuff complicated.”

At that he has to move you so you can see the signature lift to his brow and that “you’re fucking with me right?,” look in his bright eyes. “Who says you’re not my peace?”

You simply shrug - and mentally take note of the embarrassing wet stain you left on his shirt. Luckily there was a load already waiting for your attention.

“You s-said you loved how easy we are. So I thought-,”

“Nah baby that’s not what I meant. Since the first time we met we just..fit. We’re ‘easy’ in that I feel like I’ve known you my whole life even though it’s just been a year. I feel safe and seen with you, so I don’t have to worry about you judging me,” Terry explains unknowingly shooing away those demons running rampant in your head back a few steps. “Or givin’ me that cute side eye you gave that lady in the store the other day.”

“…she had like 29 items in the 10 items or less line. Then tried being all ‘oh sweetheart’ and ‘sugar’ with you like I was invisible. Grandma had it comin’,” you mumble making him chuckle before pecking your plump bottom lip. A small, watery laugh even slips from you causing Terry’s smile to adorably deepen at the prospect of you feeling better.

“You’re my peace in more ways than one, and I’m sorry I don’t say it-,”

Happy? Now he feels guilty when he’s done nothing but be good to you. You’re so ungrateful.

“Nonono baby you’re perfect!,” you quickly try to rectify. This is also why you kept things to yourself; to not offend anyone. “I…I don’t..”

That overwhelming heat rises in your face again - your tell-tale sign of impending tears since childhood - as you try to slip from his grasp. Terry’s large hands hold you in place though so you can’t hide this time.

“You’re okay. Breathe.”

“I just don’t want you to feel like you’re doing something wrong when it’s me with the issues,” you manage to clearly explain amid your fresh set of tears.

How is anyone gonna ever deal with you?

“I hear you, but that’s why we gotta communicate. We talk about it so no one assumes.” Terry had a point. If he was the one being distant and hardly talking to you, you’d immediately think it was you. How it was something you had to have done or said. That he was no longer interested and just waiting for the right moment to cut you loose, or just leave altogether never to be heard from again.

Shifting your body so you’d straddle his strong legs, now you have no choice but to meet his dazzling eyes filled with a warmth that just makes you want to snuggle into his chest and never leave. Not that he would have a problem with that either.

“What I think we should do…is once a week, we check in.” He must feel your body tense the way he softly says “wait” while his hands soothe along your sides. “If one of us doesn’t feel like talking that day, that’s fine. That day’ll be a distraction day.”

“What kind of distraction?,” you ask with a quirked brow earning a playful swat to your thigh.

“And you call me nasty,” he teases. “But distraction as in…what did you call it…brain rot? Whatever you want to get your mind off stuff.”

“Okay..sounds good.”

“But, two days later we talk no excuses. And if someone says they’re ‘fine’, the other can call bullshit and why they feel it is.”

“So basically, once a week we check in and either A. Discuss everything then or B. If we put it off, a couple days later there’s no more distraction option. We talk no matter what?”

“Yea..that okay?,” he asks wondering if maybe he overstepped. He wanted to help you get more comfortable with opening up, but he also didn’t want to push you to do something thus making things worse. “If not we can-,”

“No, I like it. Let’s do it,” you smile confirming your new plan with a soft kiss. “You’re always so patient.”

Terry’s deep chuckle rumbles from his chest against yours. “Thank you. You are too you know? And strong. And kind. Considerate. Beautiful.”

After every compliment, Terry leaves a peck somewhere on your face until your giggles fill your apartment. It’s one of the sweetest sounds he’s ever heard - although you wouldn’t agree - and hopes he doesn’t have to go without it again.

Your face finds his neck, taking in his sea salt and wood sage cologne mixed with his natural scent, when you’ve calmed down. Terry’s fingertips trailing along your spine has your nervous system relaxed for the first time today. And most importantly, your head quiet while you focused on the calm beating of his heart.

“Thank you. For everything.”

“I always got you,” he whispers near your ear.

A/N🎤: hi! So this is very much self indulgent, as I’ve had a…very emotional past couple weeks. Anybody else that’s struggling right now, I hope you know how much you’re loved and that things will get better. I’ll be honest it may not be tomorrow, but the better days will come🌸💕

[whimsiwitchy]

I hear the secrets that you keep (series) 

chapter six: 24

Pedro Pascal x plus size F!reader 

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series summary: 24 year old y/n is an insecure and struggling actress in Los Angeles until she finally books a leading role in a big Hollywood movie next to her leading male, Pedro Pascal. A spark of friendship flickers between the two and slowly begins to blossom into something more. As y/n is navigating a new found fame and a new found romance, she fears that a lie she has been sitting on might ruin everything.

Warnings: plus size afab reader, she/her pronouns, use of y/n, swearing, age gap (24/14 years), descriptions of the female body, use of the word fat, descriptions of a bigger body (stretch marks, cellulite, rolls, etc.), descriptions of nudity, sexual themes. 

Please let me know if I missed anything! Warnings may change as the story progresses. 

chapter summary: y/n tells Pedro the truth. 

authors note: Hi everyone! This chapter is a little rough, but it's done lol. Also, what do you guys think about the length of the chapters? Do you want them longer, shorter, the same length? Let me know! I believe they're average 1.5-2k words as of now. Enjoy! :)

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“BITCH, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!” 

You had spent the last thirty minutes catching Angie up on the newest details of your escapades with Pedro and all of your doubts that came with it. It has become really common for Angie and yourself to go weeks without seeing each other, only sending each other texts here and there or the two of you discussing work stuff when necessary. When both of your busy schedules finally aligned, the two of you immediately set up a ‘catch up and gossip’ sesh on your living room couch. 

“Please stop yelling. I’m one noise complaint away from being evicted because of you.” You sigh only half joking. 

“Sorry sorry. I’m just… okay wait let me gather my thoughts for a moment.” She takes a sip of her iced coffee and she's staring just past your head at the wall behind you. Your leg is bouncing at a record breaking pace. You told her everything, not skipping a single detail, and you were hoping whatever came out of Angie’s mouth next was positive. You weren’t exactly sure why you were so nervous to hear what she was going to say. Maybe you wanted some confirmation that what had been happening between you and Pedro wasn’t crazy, that you weren’t in over your head. 

Angie had always been better at relationships than you and understandably so. She was naturally beautiful, it baffled you how someone could even be born so blessed. She was about 5’4, with ginger hair that went down just past the middle of her back. She has this perfectly white smile that hid behind her perfectly plump lips with light freckles scattered along her cheeks and shoulders. Her loud and outgoing personality just solidified just how easily likable she was. You used to envy her but she was never competing with you. She was the kindest soul you had ever met and she stood beside you always. You knew whatever she said was probably what was best for you. She was the definition of a girl's girl. 

“Okay okay... so you’re telling me that he came to see you on his day off, the two of you messed around in your trailer, he asked you to come over, and the two of you didn’t fuck?” She says as she finally snaps back into reality. 

“Angie oh my fucking god… how many times do I have to tell you that we didn’t have sex.” You’re starting to feel hopeless. You had asked her for advice and shes done nothing but annoyingly ask if you and Pedro had fucked since the moment you mentioned that the two of you basically dry humped each other for a good five minutes in your trailer.  

“Can you please be serious for five minutes and actually help me? I’m freaking the fuck out. Everytime I’m with him all of the worrying goes away but once I’m alone it hits me like a fucking truck.” You’re begging her at this point to put her dating expertise to use. 

“Okay fine, I’m sorry.” She says sincerely and you let out a faint thank you. 

“So he said something about wanting to take you out?” 

“Yea, um, he mentioned it when he was asking me if I wanted to stay over. It wasn’t anything set in stone but he did mention like dating and stuff so I don't know…” You trail off, really unsure of everything. 

“I think you’re overthinking it babe. If he didn’t fuck you, he definitely respects you and wants to have something more with you, ya know?” 

“You think so?” 

“I know so. He’s a good one y/n, I can feel it in my bones.” You give her a small smile. 

“You should totally introduce me to him though so I can really double down on him.” She grabs your hands from your lap and looks you in the eyes. 

“It’s all going to be okay, okay? In the end, he's just a man y/n. Besides, we can jump his ass if he plays you.” She squeezes your hands and gives you a tough nod. 

“But that’s the thing Ang, he’s not just a man. He’s my older, insanely hot co-star, who still doesn’t even know just how young I am.” You huff and shove your face into your hands. 

“Y/n, you haven’t told him?” She’s giving you a look you’re not familiar with. 

“No…I tried but work stuff interrupted me and that was before he kissed me” 

“Hm… well I think you should for sure tell him sooner rather than later, but don’t worry about it too much, yea? I’m sure he’ll be fine with it.” 

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“OH fucking shit, fuck fuck fuck…HOLY SHIT..” 

Swears were flying from your mouth left and right as the wax lady ripped more and more wax off of you taking each hair follicle with it. With your intimacy training coming up soon, you had to prepare by being silky smooth on all body parts that have a chance of being on camera- which was basically your entire body for this shoot. You’ve been through this same process many times before but something about this felt different. You knew that this project was bigger than anything you had ever done before but somehow you being naked on camera for millions to see wasn’t your biggest fear right now. 

Once your appointment was over and there wasn’t a hair left on your body, you were speed walking home. For some reason you always convince yourself to walk to the wax studio due to the close proximity to your apartment, but you always regretted it once your skin was begging for some sort of soothing distraction from the pain. Even with the loose fit of the skirt you were wearing, commando at that, you could still feel the irritation growing stronger. Your thighs were beginning to rub together in a way in which you knew you'd have to slather vaseline between your legs just to prevent any further chafing. 

After your long ass hike (a ten minute walk) through the depths of hell (it was 80 degrees with a breeze), you finally made it home. You walked straight into your bathroom, stripped, and hopped into a cold shower. You scrubbed your body with a vanilla and coconut body wash, being extra careful when you got closer to your fresh brazilian wax, and washed your hair. When you finished showering, you lotioned up, dried your hair, and laid down in your bed to relax. 

You planned on bedrotting and watching tik tok for the rest of the day but you couldn’t shake the thought of what Angie had told you earlier today. 

Sooner rather than later…

*hey! I was wondering if you’d want to hang out sometime soon? :) 

You sent the text and threw your phone across your bed. It’s been a few days since you slept over at his house. After you agreed to stay, he offered the guest room, but with all of your courage -mostly sleepiness,  you asked to sleep with him. The next morning you were wrapped in his arms, soft snores in your ear. His hand was holding yours and you laid there memorizing each crinkle of his knuckles, staring at the tattoo that sat between the webbing of his thumb and index finger. You kept trying to imagine how he looked when he was sleeping, wondering if he had a peaceful look to him or if the wrinkles in his face relaxed. Not being able to hold off any longer, you turned over so your mind wouldn’t have to imagine anymore. You were right. He looked like the definition of peace. His hair was a mess, his mouth ajar, eyelashes resting beautifully on the underneath of his eyes. Pedro was the most handsome man you had ever seen, you were sure that you could have fallen in love with him right then and there. 

Pedro:

*Hey baby. I’m done filming around 9 tonight. I can come pick you up and we can grab some food. 

*Sound good? 

You:

*sounds good. see you later <3

Another late night with Pedro. You’d unconsciously have been reserving nights just for him. When the sun was up, you worked, saw friends, handled whatever business that needed to be dealt with, but the night was strictly for him. You couldn’t help but wonder if it was purposeful or completely accidental that the two of you seemed to meet when the moon was out. The next few hours leading up to seeing Pedro would be hell, you were certain of it. Knowing that everything that has built over such a short time period could be washed away and you would have to awkwardly deal with him on set, somehow ignoring the strong feelings that you were beginning to hold for him. You were really hoping that Angie was right. That he would somehow be totally cool with the whole 24 year age gap thing, but you knew deep down that just wasn’t likely. 

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It was 9:30 and you were pacing around your living room waiting for any sign of Pedro. You’ve been anxious all evening and now that the time to see him has come, you weren’t ready at all. A soft knock on your door makes you come to a halt. Walking over to the door, you peer through the peephole to see Pedro- who looks so good it makes your jaw drop. You took a few deep breaths before opening the door. 

“Hey sweetheart.” He greets, smile beaming. You open the door wider, allowing him to step inside. 

“Hi..” Your voice comes out softer than you intended, anxiety seeping through your body. “Uh, let me just grab some shoes and my bag then we can head out.” You walk towards a small coat closet to grab your checkered vans. “You can take a seat if you want, I'll be right back.” He gave you a nod and walked over to the papasan chair that sits in the far corner of your living room. Meanwhile, you were in your room freaking out. Seeing him was a hard slap in the face. You knew you had to tell him tonight before feelings developed and someone got hurt, but who's to say that won’t already happen tonight. 

You felt like shit and you definitely looked it. Grabbing a small purse, you spray some perfume on and make your way back to the living room. 

“Ready to go?” You ask, putting on a small smile, hoping Pedro couldn’t see through it. He returns the smile and stands up. The two of you make your way to his car, stopping once outside to lock your door. 

“So, what’re you hungry for?” Pedro asks while putting his seat belt on, you do the same. 

“Whatever is fine with me, I'm not too picky.” 

You ended up grabbing some mcdonalds and parking in some random parking lot to eat and talk. He was being so sweet to you, complimenting you every few minutes, a smile never leaving his face. He was truly your dream guy, he was everything you could ever want. You were terrified that you were going to lose it all. You hadn’t been completely yourself all night and Pedro was starting to catch on. 

“You okay baby? You seem a little off.” He’s looking at you, eyes filled with concern. You don’t answer him right away. You’re trying to find the best way to go about telling him. You were 24 but you were an adult and you hated that this age gap was such a big deal. You had never been into the idea of dating an older man but then Pedro came around and changed everything. For you, it wasn’t a life changing idea, but for Pedro, it could very well be career ending. If he was seen with you and people found out just how young you were compared to him. This whole relationship, or whatever it is, was doomed from the start. Your leg is bouncing, a regular occurrence around Pedro it seems. 

“P…I need to tell you something.” You’re looking down at your hands, unable to look him in his eyes. 

“What is it sweet girl? You can tell me anything.” His voice is filled with nothing but sincerity and you can physically feel pain from your heart slowly breaking. 

“I’m not actually 35…” You’re still not looking at him, silence fills the air. You’re waiting for him to say something but he never does. You look up and his expression is unreadable. 

“Okay…How old are you then?” From the sound of his voice, you can tell that he is confused. 

“I’m 24.” You’re looking in his eyes searching for any rapid change of emotion. Your leg is still rapidly bouncing, heart pounding. 

“What?” 

“I’m 24, well i’ll be 25 soon but yea…” 

“Jesus fucking christ y/n…” He’s shaking his head and running his hand over the slight stubble coming in on his chin. 

“Are you mad at me?” You ask. You sounded so pathetic right now, but it’s all you could muster up. 

“I’m not mad.” He’s staring at you. Relief flows through your body and you start to relax. 

“Why did you lie to me?” His voice is raised slightly causing you to wince slightly. 

“I didn’t mean to lie to you P, I swear. My um…my agent, Angie, lied about my age to book the audition. It wasn’t something I did intentionally, well it wasn’t something I did at all.” 

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” A look of hurt present on his face. 

“I just never thought to bring it up. I mean we were just hanging out then you kissed me and everything changed. I tried to tell you at the skating rink but we had to head to the floor and I swear I've been trying to find a way to tell you but I was so scared to ruin whatever we have going on here. I really like you pedro…”  

“I really like you too y/n, but you’re so fucking young. I mean I’m about to be 50, I can’t be screwing around with a 24 year old.” 

Your heart drops. You can feel the tears starting to well up before a few fall against your will. 

“I’m sorry.” You're looking down again, trying to hide your tears from Pedro. 

“I should get you home.” He sighs and starts the car. 

The drive back to your apartment was quick but painfully awkward. You faced the window the entire time, letting your tears fall freely. When he pulled into the parking lot, the two of you sat in silence for a few minutes. You were afraid to leave the car, afraid that this might be the last time you get to be with him outside of work. 

“What does this mean for us?” You whisper, turning to look at him. He has his right hand still sitting on the steering wheel, while his left hand is sitting on his thigh, fingers tapping. 

“I don’t know y/n.” He’s still not looking at you, face staring out the front windshield. 

y/n.  No baby, no sweetheart or sweet girl, just your name. 

“Okay. Well um… thanks for dinner. I’ll see you on set.” Your voice betrays you, cracking on your last words towards him. He gives you a slight nod. You get out of the car and make your way to your apartment. Once inside, you kicked off your shoes and walked slowly to your room. Collapsing onto the bed, you let out a sob, all of the emotions you had been holding in finally being let free. You felt heart broken. For once you had the perfect man who saw past your weight, thought you were beautiful, and enjoyed your time. But it didn’t matter now. It was all ruined because of some stupid lie to get an audition for some stupid movie that has a stupid fucking title. You were starting to feel more angry than sad. Angry that you had even got the part in the first place, angry that Pedro asked you to hang out with him, angry that he had kissed you. If the two of you could have been professional and just be costars, your heart wouldn’t be breaking into a million pieces. Life was so fucking unfair. 

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[hughiecampbelle]

The Boys Preference: Being Self-Destructive

Requested: Heeeeyyyyy can I request an angst but hurt/comfort request with a main lot from boys where r is like a younger sibling to them but struggles with self-worth and is self-destructive and it worries them? - anon

A/N: Thank you for requesting my love! I really hope you like it! Feedback is always appreciated my loves!!!! 💜💜💜

Butcher wants to smack some sense into you. Literally. But he can't because that would be wrong and probably drive you away even more. Instead, he yells and screams and badgers the same old subjects because you don't change, you don't listen. You fight back. The screaming matches you two get into are legendary. You fight anywhere and everywhere. The drinking, the drugs, the hurting yourself and other people, it was all unacceptable. He saw you as a younger sibling, someone to protect. He wasn't going to be around forever and you needed to get your shit together before then. He had to know you'd be okay without him. This was your life. If you wanted to set it on fire, you had every right to. Butcher was a hypocrite and you both knew it.

Hughie worries about you constantly. Every time you miss a meeting or a mission, every time you disappear for days on end, it fills him with anxiety and dread. There's nothing he can do to stop you, you're an adult. And yet, he goes through every scenario possible, every worst case scenario. Everyone tells him to give up on you. You're trouble. But he can't help but feel responsible for you the way an older brother would. When you show up at his place in the middle of the night he drops everything. You're so unhappy, it hurts him to see. Drunk or high or just messed up, he always let's you in. He makes sure you're fed and safe even if it ends up hurting him in the end. He can't turn his back on you. And when you leave again, because you always do, he'll call and text and make sure you know you have someone in your corner.

Annie gives you your space at first. She thinks you need some time to deal with your shit just like everyone else. But when nothing seems to be getting better, when your tendencies become even more self-destructive, she can't sit by and watch. She hates to do this, especially when she sees you as a younger sibling, but she gives you an ultimatum: her and your friends or throwing your life and potential away. Blinded by your insecurity and shame and self-consciousness, you pick yourself. You havent spoken to her since, but she reaches out constantly. Texting and calling and showing up at your place, waiting for hours, hoping she'll run into you. You don't want to see her or any of them. If you wanted to hurt yourself then you would. You wouldn't let them control you. She doesn't regret what she's done, but she feels terrible about it. Everyone says she did the right thing.

M.M. can be cruel at times. He doesn't want you throwing your life away like this. The drinking, the drugs, hanging out with the wrong crowds, this isn't you. He takes more of a fatherly role than a brotherly one. He can't help himself. He sees the self-destruction and he wants to shake you, snap something in you until it makes sense. Until you see the value you have as a person. He's nit the only one who sees the decline, but he I'd the most vocal. Sometimes it's tough love, other times it's gentle parenting. He'll try anything and everything if it means going back to the person you were. Sure, the team needed you, but Marvin needed you more. He didn't care about the things you've done in that were done to you, it didn't matter to him. Just getting better was what he cared about. Getting better and finding your way back to yourself.

Frenchie knows exactly what you're feeling. You hate yourself and you hurt yourself and it's a vicious cycle of bandaging your wounds only to reopen them again. He tries to talk to you, to get through to you the best he can, but it's so hard to listen. You really don't believe you're worth an ounce of kindness or forgiveness. Your past haunts you. Your decisions, your experiences, what's been done to you. When you mess up, he's always there for you. He knows what it's like, he wouldn't wish it on anyone else, but especially not you. He doesn't believe in lost causes and he would never give up on you the way others have. You just need time and understanding and someone to tell you they care about you. That's all. It'll go a long way. He sees a future for you, one that is bright and happy, you just can't imagine it.

Kimiko hates that you're throwing your life away because you think you're not worth it. She tries tough love and talks to you and when that doesn't work, she gives you the silent treatment. It hurts both of you, but she can't let this happen. She can't let you drink or smoke or anything your problems away just because you think you're a bad person because of what you've done. You've all done things you aren't proud of, but you're trying to do better now. She can't help but take a sisterly role and that hurts her even more. You beg and plead for her to listen, to understand, but she can't. You're bright and funny and caring. You're a good person whose had some bad stuff happen. That doesn't make it okay to hurt yourself and everyone around you like this.

Bonus! Homelander hunts you down and talks to you. There are no threats, but you know he's angry. Furious, even. So you stay and you listen and you don't fight back. Getting into trouble, hurting yourself, that's wasn't you! You were part of The Seven, you were powerful and intelligent and, though he hated to admit it, like a little sibling to him. He wasn't going to watch you destroy everything you had ever worked for because you felt bad about yourself, because you didn't believe in yourself. It wasn't just that though. It was the things you'd done, they haunted you. The people you hurt. He didn't really care about that though. All he cared about was you. You getting better, you figuring it out, you going back to the person you were.

[arinzu]

The only sun i'll ever need...

Summary : "I don’t know what I’d do without you. (Reader), I love you.." Rin admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. You paused, unsure how to reply. "I thought you were done with me... that you hated me?"

Part 1/ Part 2 (viewing now)/ part 3 (coming soon)

Req : Rin Itoshi x f!reader with the trope "he probably hates me" x "i love you so much"

Featuring : Itoshi Rin, Mentions of other bllk players.

Warnings : cyber bullying, insecure reader, mention of drugs, attempt of self harm, etc etc... Rin also has his own struggles (note : I am not a professional nor have experience this irl)

Tropes : "he probably hates me" x "i love you so much", man vs themselves

Total words : 1077 words

Laying down once again with your head held low, you tried sleeping as you assume he went back to sleep. Tossing and turning, the words— the threats, kept haunting you while you tried to sleep.

Sighing a little, you felt a squeeze in your torso. You didn't even notice that Rin— was still awake.

"(reader)... Go to sleep, it's unhealthy to stay up late."

You hesitate, unsure what to do. The sinking feeling about telling him what's wrong was becoming bigger. But alas, you decided against it, not wanting to stress him more with your troubles.

It wasn't his fault that his fans are attacking you. He isn't even active on social media much. Plus his nonchalant attitude didn't help his case much, after all Itoshi Rin was still Itoshi Rin even in his relationships.

Letting a sigh, you murmur about going downstairs and having a glass of water.

You stood up— not before hearing him with his sluggish tone say "(reader) if something is wrong, talk to me".

It was simple, but it really meant something to you. Having rin by your side, he was your pillar and support.

But

you weren't ready to tell him. You were too— afraid, it wasn't like you didn't trust him.

You took a reluctant step and replied "... No worries, I'm fine." and slowly walked to the door as Rin froze.

...

RIN'S POV

He froze, looking at the back of (reader) slowly drifting away. He's unsure of what to do, he didn't want you to think he's lukewarm. He didn't want you to leave him, but your actions these past few days has been killing him.

Did he messed up?

Did he do something wrong?

Are you getting bored of him...?

You were his first love, first relationship, first everything.

Football has been rough these days, always having to demand him to play overseas. So time and time again, he has to leave Japan to go to some other country and beat their lukewarm team.

All his life he had only two people on his mind

1. Itoshi Sae

2. Isagi Yoichi

But you came along... And he can't help but admit it, you're special to him—extremely special. You're the reason he feels warmth in his heart, he will never say it out loud though.

And now you seem to keep being distant to him—ever since your relationship was revealed.

Wait

Wait

Did you not want your relationship to go online? Were you planning to break up with him?

He had so many questions and had no answer to any. Tossing and turning in bed, he didn't wanna lose you— he didn't wanna let go.

Creek

The door slowly opened and you entered.

You were lost in your own thoughts, barely glancing at him when you entered. Your eyes lost the shine it was held, but for whatever reason you still hated to admit you were having problems.

Earlier you wanted to check your phone to know what time was it.

Big mistake

You couldn't help but read the dozen notifications that appear on your lock screen— reading each text one by one.

"She should smile more"

"Ew... Look at those hips dips"

"Rin's way out of her league"

"____ is better"

Next thing you knew you were sobbing on the kitchen counter. You couldn't control it. Being in for a good while, looking at your phone once again— it was late...

It wasn't a good idea.

It really wasn't.

But you couldn't help yourself, you weren't in your right mind. Maybe if you could make it happen, if you were pretty enough, they would stop— you could appreciate yourself.

It was a long pause, your tears soon dried up, but it seems your other half decided they'll listen. You were overwhelmed that you body went on autopilot

Make yourself into the prettiest girl.

To feel worthy of your lover, Rin.

Gliding your fingers along the marble countertop, each part of you breaking over and over again. The words, the insults hovering around you like a vice. You were no longer in control.

Walking towards the cabinet— is this what you really wanted? To be something you're not. You weren't thinking straight anymore, your own body, your mind following itself.

What did Rin see in you anyways? You weren't even good enough like those models you see. You were mediocre.

You could eat a bottle of happy pills— anti-depressant from how worse you feel.

They were right.

Rin deserve someone better.

You are just some mediocre girl in his life.

Opening the cabinet, days of harassment piling up. Were you overreacting? You don't know. ‘Maybe I should stop’ but your body wasn't listening to you anymore.

You impulsively grabbed the knife inside. You were just a spectator to what was about to happen, didn't you want this? You waited for the impact.

The knife fell down as it echoed, you couldn't do it. You couldn't even do what you wanted? Your pathetic.

Getting yourself together you went upstairs towards yours and rin's bedroom.

.

And here you are now, timidly walking to the bed where Rin lays. You couldn't look at him, not with how you thought you were unworthy of him.

Laying down facing away from him, you wanted to cry again— you couldn't forget the insults they said.

‘How about a good night's rest’

You woke up, with how few hours of sleep you had, and absolutely did NOT feel any better. You still remember last night as clear as day, you wanted to go back to sleep thinking you'll forget it.

But a tug at your waist woke you up instantly— was that Rin?

“R-rinnn...?” you blurted out “... I thought you had practice?” you question.

“n..no it's my break, remember?” he answered

Oops you forgot. With all that was happening you didn't notice

“oh. I'm sorry! I must have forgotten”

Rin on the outside seemed stoic, studying you carefully— but internally he was panicking ‘Huh, You've forgotten? You never forget these types of things...’

“Remember? This was the day we were supposed to go on a date!”

This managed to lit up your memory.

“Oh! The one date with the aquarium?"

“Yeah, have it rented out and everything.”

This made you blush “Aw! You really shouldn't have” I mean you weren't lying, you really didn't deserve this.

He gave a small smile “You should take a shower, I'll go set everything up”

“Yup” you answered, agreeing, and you got up from bed. Stretching your limbs.

AYYY ITS ANOTHER DAMN TBC😣

I'm so so sorry for the wait, ofc I was under a lot of pressure since it was my bd and a class reunion on the date of deadlines, but guess what??? Did another part, it was supposed to be the finale now but ykyk can't do that, so I deeply apologize for the wait and another part, trust me I hate parts too! But dw I'll post it somewhere this month.

[admirationandromantics]

giving/recieving for Mike IS WHAT WE NEED SO BADLY🙏🏻

btw thank you for your work, you're incredible!!!<3

You're so sweet, of course you shall have this!! So, ask and you shall receive. We all know that he has some notches in his belt, but that won’t stop him from being careful with you the first time. As always, I imagine that you’re making out and basically seeing where it goes from there (get it?) He’s maybe a little insecure, a little unsure and needs some form of reassurance. There’s a soft spot under all that muscle. 

While heavily making out, Mike’s hands start to wander. Groping your hips, eventually moving to your ass. He does it hard too, so much that you’ll probably be left with red and blue marks. 

He’ll kiss down your jaw, work down to your neck, figuring out the spot that makes you yell out the loudest, sucking and caressing you vigorously. “All for me, huh? Must be doing something right”

His groping gets worse, taking hold of your breasts, kneading harshly and making sure that you know who’s doing this to you. “Keep your eyes on me, we’re only just starting” 

His knee pressing against your heat, making you unconsciously grind down on him. Of course he notices, and he’s planning to do something about it as well. Little do you know, this experienced man is actually terrified. 

He’s done this a bunch of times, but there’s something different now. You. You’re different. He’s never felt fear that someone would consider leaving him based on sex alone, maybe because he’s never really cared, but you? He’s finally feeling content and happy, ready to make the most and prepare for the future. How is he going to do that if he totally fails you? Luckily, you notice the furrowing of his brows and his worried expression. 

Hand going to his chin, stopping the intimacy and asking him what’s wrong. “I just… I want to do this right” “That’s what you’re worried about?” “Well, yeah?” “Don't stress, want me to guide you?” “I mean, you could, it’s just…” “You know I love you regardless of how this goes, right? If you want to wait, we can wait” “No, I want to, that’s just what I needed to hear” he smiles, grabbing your hand and using it to drag you towards him in a kiss again. 

The mood goes right up again, him making you ache like you’ve never done before, core throbbing and basically begging to be attended to. Every small touch earning some type of sound, making him get rock hard. But he’s still determined, he wants to eat you out first, want to prove that he’s the best you’ve ever had, and ever will have. 

His fingers ghost over the fabric, feeling how soaked and needy you are for him. The lost confidence finds its way back to him, and he treads carefully, awaiting your reactions. A stuttering mess of a request to “do me” makes him unbutton your pants, and drag them off with ease, unable to wait any longer. 

He’s more of a finger-man than tongue-guy, but he will do both, which is exactly what you’re in for this time. He starts slowly, fingers hooking the hem of your panties, exposing your wetness to the cold air. He lays over you, caressing your lips with passionately soft kisses as his hands wander over you, stoking your wet folds and ghosting over your clit, making you gasp into his mouth. Oh, the smirk… 

He starts applying pressure, rubbing until you’re leaving nail-marks on his biceps from how hard you’re gripping him. Two of his thick fingers plunge into you, going knuckle deep easily from how wet you are. You’re about to ask, but he adds a third, curling inside of you until you’re screaming his name, a panting mess underneath him as he watches in awe. 

The stimulation is overwhelming, just from one of his hands. But when he slowly moves downward, you already feel excited from the pleasure you’re about to receive. His tongue takes a long lick over you, the warmth and wetness mixing with yours. He tries a couple of things, being experimental and open, feeling safe enough to do it. That is, until you scream his name again when he sucks on your clit, making the area puffy and red. 

This, with the brutally wondrous fingering? You’re coming in seconds, body twitching as he leans over you again, kissing and sucking his own fingers, tasting you. “Still feel unsure about everything?” “After seeing you like that, I don’t think so” “Well then, just to be sure…” 

You bet you guys are doing each other tonight, and going down on him is the only thing on your mind right now. He’s already rock hard, which he’s been for a while. You cup his bulge, earning a small whimper from him (that he REALLY didn’t mean to let out). For the first time ever, you see how flushed he can get. Super red cheeks, uneven breath and glossy, glittering eyes. Oh, how beautiful he can be. 

You sit yourself on top of him, lowering yourself and capturing his lips in a kiss. Slowly starting to grind, waiting for him to get desperate. The manly, dark growls soon turn more and more whiny as you keep going. “F-fuck, shit” 

You unbutton his pants, letting his dick run free, twitching and throbbing in your hands with a bit of precum. Oh gosh, he’s been waiting. You get down on your knees, watching his expression as you give him small licks on his tip. His head falls back, hands struggling to keep still as you take him in, little after little. “Ohhh, yeah, there we go, just like that” 

You start bopping your head up and down, one hand holding the base of his dick, the other massaging his balls. He tries to keep himself from grabbing your hair and forcing himself down your throat, hearing you gag with every thrust. 

It doesn’t take long for him to come, seeing you down there, taking him so beautifully. Your hair is messy, cheeks red and small whimpers and moans making his dick vibrate. “Fucking hell, I’m gonna” 

He twitches, hips bulking and yelling your name as he comes. You take it all, a bit of cum dripping out the corner of your mouth, which he cleans up with his thumb. You swallow, making sure that he’s continuously watching. He’s mesmerized, eyes on you as his hands go to the back of your neck, pulling you over him again and capturing your lips in a kiss. “We’re definitely going for round two tonight”

[an-au-blog]

a few days ago i saw a post about sanji cheating on gin with zoro, but I'll be completely honest, I don't think HE would be the one cheating. And this isn't even talking from my being a sanji enjoyer, I just think that if he's not 1000% invested in a relationship with a man, it would never get past a situationship. Not because of some moral high ground, he just doesn't care enough about it all. On the other hand GIN's the type of guy who's both deeply insecure and overly cocky if someone gives him an ounce of attention. (And I'm sorry to say this but,) usually it's the ugly ones that always think they can get away with cheating. (As Billie Eilish said: give an ugly guy a chance and he thinks he owns the world.)

So here's my spin on this love triangle:

Sanji had been courted for a while by Gin. He never saw him more than the occasional fling. But Gin seemed so enamored with Sanji, he was promising him the moon, he would worship him like it would be his last day on earth, he would show an overwhelming love that Sanji never thought he deserved. It made him feel good. And surely enough, after a long pursuit, Sanji found himself catching feelings and agreed to be his boyfriend.

When that happened after that was that two strong emotions were stirred inside Gin as absolute truths. 1. He was on top of the world because, how could he not? He managed to bag the guy that not only hot girls like Viola and O-Some liked, but guys like Ace and Zoro had been eyeing. Which brought him to 2. Most of the people who had tried to flirt with Sanji were a worry, but the worst one yet was Zoro. See, Zoro was not only objective attractive and in love with Sanji, but also one of his inner circle of friends. And even worse: they were quite close.

So when he got so jealous to the point where he sought out comfort on the bottom of a bottle, he felt it was justified. More than that: when he found his way into someone else's bed, it was completely justified. Of course he loved Sanji so SO much but that was exactly why he cheated. He just knew for a fact that Sanji MUST HAVE cheated AT LEAST with Zoro, right? I mean, how could he not? Plus, it wasn't like the cheating incident would happen again, it was a one time slip up. Except that it wasn't a one time slip up. No. Gin never got caught and thought that was some kind of a sign that he must have underestimated himself before. He found himself more confident, and therefore more attractive to some people. The "some people" who ended up in bed with him over and over again.

But like everything finds its end, so did Gin's luck. It was a mess and ugly breakup. Gin denied, pleaded, and screamed in anger. Sanji refused to listen, tried to get out as fast as he could, and ended up kicking Gin's nose in when he started yelling at him.

"It's not like I'm the only cheater here! Yeah, I know you're probably fucking Roronoa on the side, I've seen the way he looks at you-" profanities followed, much too vulgar for me to write, knowing fully how utterly false they all were.

Sanji furrowed his brows. "I never cheated. But now that we're over, I might actually need a friendly shoulder."

Gin was a mox of pale fear and red with rage.

"How does it feel to know you pushed me into his arms?" He didn't wait for an answer before he left.

And when he left, he found himself just where Gin feared he would. He didn't have any actual intentions on going to Zoro but now that Gin said it... the marimo really WAS always there for him, wasn't he? And he was the most loyal and honest man Sanji knew. He was actually convinced that the man couldn't keep a secret or lie to save his life. Sanji needed something real for once.

Before Zoro could ask why angrily crying Sanji was at his door, Sanji asked "Are you in love with me?"

Zoro gaped like a fish out of water before averting his eyes with a sour expression. "Uh... I... damn it curls..."

It was all the answer Sanji needed before he flung himself onto the man. Adorning him with kisses and straddling him midair. Knocking into walls and furniture making their way into the bedroom.

Zoro there Sanji onto the bed, watching him getting undressed. "What... what about Gin."

"We're done."

Zoro found that pride of being a rebound was lacking in the face of being with the man he had been in love with for so long.

Sanji's phone buzzed and pinged with calls, messages and voicemail from the floor, but then again, neither of them heard anything past the noise they were already making.

At some point afterwards, Zoro picked it up and saw the manic messages. He couldn't help but gloat. He sent a picture and captioned it "don't be a sour loser" before blocking him. (Sanji found out but couldn't find it in him to be upset in the slightest.)