#lowselfesteem!reader

[dante-mightdie]

Girl if you don’t give us some more low self esteem reader x price i think i’m gonna die 😫😫 genuinely one of my favs!!

john who finally convinces our lovely low self esteem reader to let him take her out and when the time comes, he’s outside your door all suited and booted. expensive bouquet in his hand as he shifts on his feet, anxiously waiting for you to open the door

it’s been ten minutes since he rung the doorbell. ten minutes since you text him saying you’d be down in a second. he understands that sometimes a lady needs time getting ready but now you aren’t even responding to his messages checking on you

he can’t see you pacing from your bathroom back to your bedroom, pulling and twisting at your outfit until it ‘fits right’. cursing under your breath each time you apply more lip gloss or mascara, only to end up smudging your makeup and ruining it

he can’t see the tears welling in your eyes each time you catch your reflection and you just can’t do it. nothing is working because of you. and john is going to see that. john is going to see you. and you just can’t have that so you leave him down there, waiting for you as you sniffle and pull at your hair in frustration

so he calls you, stepping back to see if your upstairs light was still on as the ringing drones on in his ear. and when you do finally pick up, the first thing he’s greeted with is sniffles

“h-hi john…” you say, a nervous laugh following. before he can ask if you’re okay, you speak again. “m’really sorry to do this but… uhm…”

“love?” he cuts you off, a gentle tone in his voice so you know he’s not upset. a few seconds silence follows before you sniffle again

“yeah?” he can hear the sadness in your voice, the uncertainty. his eyes flick up once more to look at the light coming from your upstairs window

“come open the door, yeah? let me see ya, doll… been waiting all week to see that pretty smile just one more time.” the heat pooling in your stomach at his sweet words causes more tears to leak down your cheeks

you don’t know why he’s any different to the other guys you’ve shut down. you don’t know why you agree to see him and shuffle downstairs to open the door

but that kind smile he throws your way when you finally open the door is enough to make your lip wobble a little more so he distracts you with the bouquet of your favourite flowers

“how did you know-?” you’re ready to question him, and he can see the little glint in your eye. runaway thoughts of maybe this guy is a stalker who’s been watching you. not some prince charming like you’d be reluctantly convincing yourself.

“I asked ya friends at the bar when I was getting your drinks. wanted to know what I should get you for our first date.” there’s a proud beam in his smile, like he knows he’s won you over a little there

“You hadn’t even asked me out yet…” you giggle slightly, sniffling before looking down at the stunning arrangement of flowers

“don’t matter, darling. I knew I was going to the second I saw you…” he states it like it’s obvious, like you should know he was going to pursue you. his hand reaches up to wipe your teary cheeks before offering you his arm to take

“hang on let me change.” you go to turn but he stops you, shaking his head and taking the initiative to wrap your arm in his

“none of that. you look beautiful…” you hate the way his words turn you to mush inside. you hate yourself for falling for it, for leaving yourself vulnerable to his sweet words and charming smile

but you don’t hate him, and the attention he gives you so you figure one date with the handsome man who bought you a drink couldn’t hurt

[st4rw1thers]

Yall plz help me find this post!!!

Ok so it was basically abt Simon always cheating on y/n and everyone including her knew abt it cuz like ppl would record them and she would see it. one day she called him crying abt something wanting to be comforted yk but then the girl Simon was banging answers and says something like "oh shit yur the gf" then Simon was like "who's that" and then he rushes home to apologise to yn but I can't remember what happened after

[quarterlifekitty]

Very much inspired by this post by @dante-mightdie as well as their lowselfesteem!reader series

Alpha!John Price who’s trying so desperately to court and mate Omega!reader, despite your best efforts at rejecting him.

It’s not that you don’t want him. That’s what makes this so damned frustrating for him. You do want him— but you don’t think you’re good enough. You have a weak scent that’s hard to parse. You struggle to slick up, even when you’re turned on. You don’t think you’re attractive, and you find it hard to talk to people. But the very worst part, the thing that keeps you so adamant?

You think you’d be a terrible mother. You’ve struggled so much and for so long— you can’t imagine being able to support another little human being. You know how important pups are to John— you won’t weigh him down and take those dreams from him.

But John sees a side of you that you don’t. He sees the way you delicately prune and water your plants. How you put all of your plushies back on the bed in the morning. How you put others before yourself. You’re so naturally nurturing and you have no idea.

He loves your scent. It’s so subtle, like a little secret— something only he gets to know by being close. You’ve let him spend his rut with you before— and he loves giving your pussy all the time and attention and petting she needs to start leaking honey onto his fingers and tongue. He thinks you’re agonizingly beautiful, like the sun coming through stained glass. He loves when you curl into him for shelter when someone unfamiliar is around.

So he’ll keep chipping away at that protective shell of yours until you’re ready to let him slip inside to hold you

[alchemyfreak321]

Wish You the Best

I wanted to read some angst and had this brilliant (questionable) idea to write it myself. But somewhere down the line this became a bit too self-reflective and honestly I'm too embarrassed to admit just how much of these thoughts are my own.

This is my first attempt at writing in over two decades so go easy on me. I blasted Lewis Capaldi while clobbering this together. If nothing else at least you'll hear some good music while slogging through this. Constructive criticism is always welcome.

Paring: Gaz x lowselfesteem!Reader

WC: 1.7k

"I can't do this anymore." Kyle whispers so softly you almost don't hear him over the sounds of the telly. You glance at him but he's still looking at the telly, sunk low into the couch next you. He almost looks too engrossed in the generic action movie you've put on, but his eyes are unfocused, his knee slightly bouncing.

"The movie? Yeah it's pretty bad, last time I take Robin's recommendation." You blabber while reaching over to the coffee table to grab the remote. Kyle stops you and grabs your hand, pulling it to his lap. The warmth of his palm feels wonderful against your perceptually cold fingers. You push his words back, not yet ready to process what he meant, instead you lean back into the cushions and focus on his large warm hands dwarfing yours, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your palm, the almost intoxicating scent of smoke, leather, bergamot and something spicy that rolls off him and re-stains your apartment.

You missed him. It's hard to put into words how empty your world feels when he's off saving the world for months on end. Even the mundane routine of work, dinner, doom scrolling, sleep, rinse and repeat becomes almost technicolor when he's next to you. You wanted to curl up around him, but wasn't sure if he'd welcome that yet. The first few days after a mission always left him a little jumpy.

He shifts on the couch and sits up, your hand still clutched in his. Sensing something serious you follow suite but he still isn't looking at you, instead he just looks at your hand in his. The corner of his mouth turned into a small frown, his fingers tracing the lines along your palm, "I can't do this," he repeats.

Slowly it dawns on you what he's talking about and you snatch your hand away, the pleasant warmth now scalding. He finally looks up and meets your wide eyed gaze. His deep brown eyes normally filled with mirth and love now just look spent. The sound of the telly fades away, drowned by the buzz in your ears. Surely you've misunderstood him.

"Why?" you whispered, anxiety clawed up your stomach and made itself home in the middle of your chest, where seems to grow with each breath. Was it someone else, did he finally have enough and get sick of you? Did he finally realize what you've known all along, that he can do infinitely better.

He looks down at his hands, his shoulders slumped and all the weariness seems to catch up."I can't -"

"do this anymore, yeah you said. Why? Is it-is it someone else?" you choked out.

"No, no!" he exclaimed, his eyes widening as he looks at you with disbelief. His brows knot together as he takes a deep breath, opening and closing his mouth, trying to find the right words. "I can't keep being the only one who tries." he finally admits.

Kyle looks at you head on now, the tick on his jaw getting worse. His knees bouncing worse than ever. You want to reach over and still him but the knot of anxiety in own your chest is getting bigger, you can feel tendrils of it running through your veins. You wish you didn't know what he was talking about but you did.

"We've been dating for almost a year now yeah? And I still feel like I'm chasing you. Hell half the time I'm still wondering if you even like me! " he confessed, the crease between his brows deepening. "I'm the last person to know what's going on in your life, I'm the last person you make plans with…I got home two days ago and you didn't even come to see me!" his voice rose with each word. He took another shuddering breath, rubbing his palms over his thighs, as if to sooth himself. Blinking rapidly, his glassy eyes focus on a spot over your shoulder.

You sit on the edge of the couch, wrap your arms around your soft belly, feeling too exposed. How do you explain you spent the day before cleaning your apartment, grocery shopping, begging your coworker to cover your demo so you can take a day off to spend curled up with him. How you spent the night before rubbing your skin raw, priming and preening so he doesn't see your flaws. Doesn't see dark marks, or how your belly protrudes more than before. How do you explain to someone as perfect as Kyle how you used the day to hide all your shortcomings.

His hand twitches as if to reach out and reassure you, instead he mirrors you, gripping the edge of the couch to keep from folding you into his arms. He continues his confession, tongue tripping over the words spilling out all the dark thoughts he's had, "I'm tried of being the only one who tries. You never even call, I got what three texts while I was away?"

"You're mad I didn't text you while you were on deployment? When you couldn't even see them?" You snapped, immediately regretting your words when you see Kyle's heckles raise. The imploring tone vanished, replaced with defensive anger.

"Didn't stop Simon's girl, hell Johnny's bird sent him nudes whenever there was reception." he snarled.

Heat rose to your face in embarrassment and the anxiety gave away to anger, "Nudes?! That's what it's about? That I won't put out enough for you?" you hissed out.

"Christ are you even listening?" he swore as he rose to his feet, rubbing a hand down his face. "I wish you'd call me sometimes because you want to hear my voice because you miss me! Because you want to know if I'm alive! Why is that so much to ask for?!" he retorted, breaths coming out heavy. His face twisted into an expression you've never seen before, one you hoped you would never see. Disappointment and disgust, and it was directed towards you.

He's not wrong, you rarely reach out to him, afraid with each text you'd come off as too clingy, too smothering. You wanted to be the cool girlfriend, the one with her life together, successful career, beautiful. Most of all worthy to be seen standing next to him. One no one would see and wonder what he sees in her.

"…I didn't want to bother you…" all the anger seem to fizzle out and leave you just as quickly.

He looked at you incredulously, "You think my girlfriend remembering I exist would bother me?" He pressed the heels of his palms to his eyes. "Christ, I'm not asking for a public declaration…I-I deserve better" he whispered his final confession, his arms dropping limply to his side, defeated.

You blink and blink again, trying to keep the tears at bay.

"Okay."

Kyle stares at you in disbelief and wonders if he misheard you, his face crumbling for a second at how quickly you give in. Did he mean nothing to you? "Okay? that all you have to say?!" His voice low and thick.

"What else can I say? You do deserve better."

"That's not what-" he spluttered, you cut him off before he can continue, your voice soft and filled with false confidence, not betraying the heart that's fracturing.

"No, you do. You think I don't know what people say when they see me next you? You look like you stepped out of a GQ magazine!" A small sad laugh escapes your lips. You turn back to the movie, unable to meet Kyle's sad gaze anymore. "You're the smartest man I know, you're out there saving the world! I can…I can never measure up to that, I'll never be enough…" You confess, the lump in your throat painful, your vision blurring.

Kyle wanted to swoop in and reassure you that you were more than enough but he held himself back, finally understanding no amount of reassurance would convince you of his love for you. But his hands seems to have a mind of its own as they reach out towards you -

The door bell goes off.

The rest of the apartment blooms back into focus.

You let out a sigh of relief and jump up from the couch, almost running to get the door, glad to put some space between you and Kyle. The few minutes it takes to get the takeout (Thai, from his favorite restaurant) you hope cools down both your emotions. As you fish for some change from the bottom of your purse, it gives you some reprieve to gather your thoughts and find the correct words and hand the delivery girl a tip.

You'll apologize, you decide, take back your words, promise you'll be better, promise you'll make more of a effort to tell him how much he means to you. Words never come easy to you, the ones that you manage always feels ungainly and clumsy. They never quite encapsulates your thoughts or feelings and always leaves you feeling like a child trying to string sentences together.

But you'd try. You'll even call him as often as he allowed. Risk him getting sick of you, you know he will, what's a boring life like yours compared to his. You'll do it all if it meant keeping him in your life for just a little bit longer.

Kyle is putting his coat on when you walk back to the living room. You stare at him wide eyed but both say nothing as he walks up to you. You see his adams apple bob as he swallows thickly. He reaches out and cups your face and you cup your hand over his. You want to beg him to stay, but your tongue feels too heavy to move.

Umber eyes implore yours to say the words, to ask him to stay but the words get stuck in your throat. Instead you turn your head and press a kiss to his palm. Imploring him without words, but it's not enough. He wraps his arm around you and presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head before stepping around you and walking to the door.

"I'll see you around love." he mummers closing the door behind him.

As the soft click of the door closing sounds, the tears finally fall.

[dante-mightdie]

so i’m disgustingly depressed so let’s bring low self esteem reader back

john who plucks out the lonely girl in the corner of the pub, abandoned by all of her mates to get chatted up by the blokes inside. someone has to stay by the table and look after the coats and bags

and he could tell she was an insecure wreck just from looking at her, constantly fidgeting and pretending to busy yourself at the empty table. picking up your phone, scrolling for two seconds and then putting it back down. rinse, repeat, etc

but god, you were gonna be a challenge. good thing he’s always up for one. always happy to take in another lonely stray

she doesn’t make eye contact with him, ever. nor does she ever reach to touch him. in fact, she apologises whenever she accidentally brushes him. looks embarrassed every time she gives some lame response to his smooth line

and the second one of your friends comes back to the table, you move away. as if you’re some warm-up act before the main performance. and that just won’t do one bit

you watch him as he follows your friend to the bar, chatting to her before making his way back with two drinks but instead of cozying up to her the way you expect him to, he slides the drink in front of you and makes himself comfortable in the tight booth. leaving you trapped between his musky scent and peeling wallpaper decorating the wall,

“there y’go, pretty. carry on tellin’ me about yourself…”

and for once, you actually hold his gaze for a few seconds, stunned. before inevitably shrinking back into yourself, slowly reaching for the glass like he might be pulling some kind of joke on you

he knows he’s got his work cut out for him with you, but he also knows that if he digs a little deeper, he’ll hit diamond

[dante-mightdie]

duke!ghost who marries the daughter of a big, prestigious family but not the youngest debutante of the family that the overbearing parents waft under his nose. bragging on her pianoforte skills and her excellent needlepoint talents. no, instead he picks the oldest daughter. the spinster but oh, he finds her delightful.

you don’t go to any balls of the season. wether that’s by your choice or your mother’s, he doesn’t know. what he does know is that it was a foolish choice. he tries so hard to get your attention, desperate to court you but you shut down his advances, assuming he was just buttering you up for your approval to marry your younger sister.

he really does try to go about the proposal like a decent gentleman should. but your parents are adamant that they do not want to pay for multiple weddings this season and you would certainly not be in the running. besides, he couldn’t even get a smile out of you.

so, one night, he follows you out to the gardens when you sneak out for fresh air. standing far too close to you in the dark of night, especially considering you were both unchaperoned.

“this could be considered improper if we were caught, m’lord.” you say, eyes darting about nervously

“don’t worry, lov’ly. won’t be nothin improper until I’ve got ya in our marriage bed.” he grins, the metal mask created to cover his war scars obscuring half of eerie smile

“excuse me, my lord?” you gasp out, staring at him for a response but you’re unable to before you hear the exasperated cries of your mother and multiple guests from the ball when they stumble across the pair of you, alone. unchaperoned.

[dante-mightdie]

long awaited part three of lowselfesteem!reader and simon

part two

invisible clothes

that’s what you called them, the rags you don when you have to integrate with the general population but you would much rather not be noticed. clothing that is so bland that it isn’t nice enough catch an eye but not hideous enough to catch any negative attention

you had told simon about them once, when he called you out on wearing them every time you stepped out in public, including your dates with him. especially since he knew you had a very elaborate wardrobe with a tailored sense of style

clearly they aren’t invisible enough to hide you from johnny’s guilty eyes from across the store aisle. you sigh when he comes up to you, tapping your shoulder to get your attention. he shifts uncomfortably on his feet

“I know ye probably hate ma guts, lass but ye should ken that simon shut down all of that bet talk after your first date. Ah just bring et up to annoy ‘im.” johnny says, with a nervous chuckles at the end. you don’t laugh alongside him

“okay, fair enough. look, he’s miserable without ye! he comes to the pub just to get pished and mope about how he fucked it all up with ye.” johnny continues, a pleading look in his eyes, “he’s supposed to he coming by to drop off some things of yours tomorrow. just hear him out, please, lass.”

you roll your eyes at him, continuing to grab what you need from the shelves in front of you. not even bothering to look him in the eyes when you finally begin to speak

"why should I? why am I always expected to think of other people even when they hurt me? you and simon didn't think about me or my feelings when you made your stupid bet. neither of you stopped to consider that I was just a person who simply wanted to be left alone." you say with a scoff, "he'll be lucky if I don't slam the door in his face."

johnny shifts on his feet, looking down at the floor since he feels too uncomfortable to look directly at you, "fair enough. take care've yerself, hen."

you bite back tears as you watch him skulk off in the corner of your eye. you stand there for a few more minutes, staring at the stacked shelves in front of you to distract you from the war raging inside of your head

-

it's late at night, nearly midnight, when there's a knock at your door. you let out a sigh, already knowing who was disturbing your doomscrolling at this hour. and when you open the door, you see him. you’re brooding prick of an ex-boyfriend. he at least has the decency to look guilty, like a dog caught ripping up the couch cushions

except he wasn’t a dog, he was the love of your life. and your heart isn’t so easily replaced like a cushion. though he definitely treated it like somewhere to rest his head

“hey.”

you scoff, you’re not sure why. there isn’t anything inherently wrong with what he said but it still annoyed you. he annoyed you. with his stupid stormy eyes and his stupid jokes and freckled shoulders that you used to connect like dots late at night

“just give me my stuff and go, simon. don’t have time for this bullshit.”

he doesn’t flinch. he saw that hit coming, and sometimes you gotta let them swing at you especially when you know that you deserve much worse

the exchange is quick, a box with small memories passed over to you. a couple items of clothing, a book and some toiletries. before you can slam the door in his face, he jams his heavy boot into it

“wait… love, I… there’s somethin’ else. I never gave it to you but it’s yours. got it for you and I’ll never give it to anyone else.”

the glare you give him only falters when he places a small velvet box in your hand, he pauses the speech you can definitely feel coming on. looking at you expectantly to open it. you do, waiting for him to laugh at you when you find nothing in there. ridicule you for even thinking he would consider making you his wife

but all he does it look on solemn, the beautiful ring twinkling as a devastating reminder of what could have been

“I kno’ I ‘ave no right to ask. I wouldn’t insult you like tha’ lovie. you can hate me, I deserve it. but you don’t deserve it. I won’t let you hurt yourself over what I did. you deserve to know the real extent of how bad I fucked up. maybe it’ll help to look at tha’ ring and know that I’ll spend the rest of my life having to know I lost the woman who should be my wife.”

there’s no chance to respond, not like you’d know what to say anyway,

“I’m sorry.”

and then he’s gone.

[dante-mightdie]

poor reader :( when valentine’s Day actually comes it must feel like such a cruel reminder that reader has never had a valentine, or a relationship… reader calls in sick for work that day to mope in bed and binge on the candy she bought to give her supposed valentine

I’ve been thinking about this post a bit, unsure of the next place to take it

the posts have been quite vague, I’ve been under the impression that price definitely wouldn’t have taken part in this. simon is a stretch but for the plot I’ll include him. but I really think this is too far out of price’s character range

so I thought about him finding out, disappointed with his boys for playing with their fellow comrades emotions like that. maybe he makes the boys spend valentines doing your weekly base chores whilst he takes you for a drink at the local pub off base

[dante-mightdie]

my depression has led me down this road so…

c/w: stepdad!john x lowselfesteem!reader, step-cest, dead dove, slight mention of reader taking a prescribed medication for unspecified medical condition

john and his ‘loser’ step-daughter, who’s riddled with a winning combination of mommy and daddy issues. john steps up as much as he can to fill the gaps left by your deadbeat dad but your mother digs her claws in deep to rip that warm feeling away from you whenever she can

you’re a sweet thing, haven’t really found your path in life yet. no further education because you’re ‘not really passionate about anything, I guess’. no job, no close friends and no boyfriend, not even a first date

your mother makes no attempts to hide her disappointment in you, shoving your medications to the back of the cabinet when she catches john looking in curiosity. so he tries his hardest to keep her out the house. busy with work, and spa trips, weekends away with her friends. far away so she can’t bother you…

poor thing who just needs a loving, guiding hand. and john is more than happy to provide that. more than happy to pay your way for you. you’re a good girl despite what your mother says. always washing his clothes for him, giving him a portion of whatever you cook yourself, a kiss on his cheek every time you head off to bed

your mother doesn’t like that he offers his jacket to you instead of her, that sickly-sweet ‘she’s shivering, love. look at her’ every time. or the way you sleep in his old t-shirts from his recruitment days. you hear them argue about it every once in a while, before your mum storms out and like clockwork, john comes into your room and asks if you want to have a movie night with him

your mum doesn’t need to know how you snuggle up to him on his lap, drooling into his neck when you doze off after the third movie. or the way he sits next to you for a while after he’s carried you off to bed, stroking your hair and thinking about you’ll thrive when it’s just you and him <3

[dante-mightdie]

coming out of the fog to say that lowselfesteem!reader raises the kind of daughters who cry when they see their mum’s makeup bag because “shes just a girl too”

[dante-mightdie]

No no no no poor reader :(

They had been talking about how valentines are dumb and they would hate to get one and the boys think its because she just doesn’t like it but really its because she has low self esteem and never receives them. So they send one to her as a prank because they’ll think it’ll piss her off and be funny but then they see how excited she gets over it :(

And now they probably have to break her heart again

Or maybe on the valentine it had a ‘meet here at X o’clock’ and she keeps talking about how much she can’t wait to see who they are and the 141 now have to make it up to her in someway

mmm and they can’t find the guts to tell you until you’re all ready to go to the meeting spot, dressed in your finest khakis and as much make-up as regulation will allow

the way your smile drops, eyes hood and shoulder slump is arguably worse than you yelling at them or insulting them. the soft ‘oh’ that slips from you and it’s almost instinct the way you turn around and begin getting un-ready

“it was just a joke, love. never meant to go this far.”

“mhm. just one thing, can you explain the joke to me? like, what exactly is the punchline here?”

the guilty, unsure looks passed between them answers the question better than any words could :(

[dante-mightdie]

Coming from the loser/bluecollar!simon ask to bring you what I believe to be an incredibly big-brained idea: reader is also kind of a loser for simon 🥰

c/w: suggestive content, slight nsfw

simon and reader who are both loser with no game so they just making imaginary moves in their head and hope the other person catches on to their telepathic flirting

like how simon only goes to the pub in hopes of you asking him for a lift, but you only go so you can dress up and ask him for a lift home in hopes of catching his attention

you both think the other is so much cooler and nonchalant than they actually are. you’re constantly mistaking simon’s awkward aloofness for a suave indifference. unaware to the way his hands start sweating when you come near him

and the way you trot about in pretty clothes, not looking his way makes him feel invisible in the best way possible. you don’t look his way and he feels like he has to earn you, worship you just to get a scrap of affection. little does he know you’re asking your sisters for hair and make-up tips before you leave because you want him to notice you

you’re both honestly so delusional it’s sweet

and when it finally comes down to it, you finally see each other for what you really are? just dumb, stupid idiots in love. shaking hands and fumbling apologies as his clumsy fingers struggle to unhook your bra or when you nearly knee him in the crotch as you get comfortable on the bed

shy hands exploring each other’s skin for the first time, cheeks warming when you feel his eyes burning into you. you can’t bring yourself to look at him but not because he’s invisible, no

you’re far too aware of his existence, you can’t bring yourself to look at him. with the way he makes you burn, it would be like looking into the sun. although, for you, that’s how you’d like to go

[dante-mightdie]

So now that he's basically forced her into marriage, how's he gonna win her over? Because she's gonna need a lot of wooing to get over that...

well he’s not going to crowd her, that’s for sure. it doesn’t take a genius to see that you haven’t been shown much affection or attention in your life so he can’t just overwhelm you with constant touch and sweet words

he gives you all the space you want, allows you to seek him out instead. smiling at you softly when you eventually poke your head into his study to wish him a good morning, he never misses the way your cheeks warm up when he calls you ‘my duchess’

ensures you have all the tools and support you need to carry out your duties as a duchess. gives you complete oversight of the staff, permission to redecorate his manor however you please, scoffs when you mention a budget for the ball you need to throw. what a silly word, spend whatever you need to, wife <3

very attentive and appreciative of any changes to your appearance. never fails to spot a new dress or hairstyle no matter how busy he is. has stopped in his tracks walking past you just to cup your face and coo out a soft ‘beautiful girl’ when he thumbs over the new jewels dangling from your earlobe :)

[dante-mightdie]

the depression episode has yet to fade and I’d very much like some lowselfesteem!reader and price content in my ask box 🌚

[godisitnaptimeyet]

Heartbreaking. Gutwrenching. Monstrosity.

Is this technically an overused trope? Yes.

Do I still eat it tf up every time? Absolutely.

lowselfesteem!reader who finally let her walls down for simon and fell madly in love with him, only to get this random itching feeling one night after a couple months of dating

your hand twitches in your lap as you sit up in bed, anxiously picking at your nails in complete darkness whilst simon sleeps peacefully next to you. after a few moments of deliberating, you finally reach out and grab his phone

you find a group chat at the top of his recent messages, just him and his friends. your eyes immediately land at the message in the middle of the screen, from simon

idk I think I might marry this girl

you feel yourself breathe a sigh of relief, only to catch it again in your throat when you read the next message sent by one of the boys. sickening feeling of dread mixed with anger takes over you,

oh that reminds me. I still owe you the money from our bet

how long did it take you to shag her again?

[dante-mightdie]

Yayy I saw requests are on and I wanted to ask for more butcher!Simon and lowselfesteem!reader pls? Idk if you’ve already done this (i was going through your butcher!simon tag and didn’t see anything about it) but if not, can we see how their date went ? Or if you have already done that, how does reader act at his shop moving forward? Maybe during the date Simon says something meant to be a joke but comes out wrong since he’s so awkward and it upsets reader so she avoids the shop and Simon sets out for her? 🤭

Sorry for the mediocrity I swear whenever I actually can send a request my mind becomes void if all good ideas 🫠

omg I can see this bumbling idiot so clearly

sits across from you making comments about how he never dates because he thinks it’s a waste of time, he finds people boring and has no interest in learning about their silly little interests

he doesn’t understand why you stop coming by the shop and why you never messaged him again. until he spots you randomly shopping and just stands behind you until you eventually notice him, jumping at his sudden and silent appearance

“did I do sumthin’ wrong?” he asks, staring into your pits of your soul with his hot whiskey eyes

“no but you clearly don’t like dating-“ you try to explain, unable to hold his intense stare as your eyes flick about your surroundings

“wha’s tha’ got t’do with anything? I want another date.” he says, his breathing picking up to a slightly heavier huff. his fingers are twitching and flexing at his sides as if he’s contemplating just snatching you up right here, right now

god what a freak, you think to yourself. he’s clearly not used to talking to women like this, clearly this is what a vulnerable and nervous simon riley looks like, ears flushed and an unnerving glint in his eye

you had to have him <3