- from @mrs-foxx-1233 -
You and him are tag team partner against Simon Gotch and Alexa Bliss
and after the match,you go to the hotel room ;)
-from anonymous- So this is gonna sound dumb, but I’ve got
really low self esteem right? And I also got really bad Baron Corbin
smut feels right? Could you maybe help me out? BTW you’re freakin
(( combining these two to make one I have this killer idea for
it!!!! also, I would have had this posted sooner but I got busy over the weekend and forgot about having it finished and ready to post when i was online yesterday. I really, really hope you like this, guys.))
Would you honestly date an idol? I think it would be incredible hard. The long work hours, not being able to see them a lot. Having to hide the relationship maybe even for years. Them being away on tour sometimes for month. Also I have a really low self esteem and I would probably be concerned/jealous (I know that is bad and I try working on it). Besides we only know s small part of their actual character. I think I might try it but I am not sure it would work out.
To be honest with you I’ve never thought of *actually* dating them or even wanting to, for those exact reasons lmao. I think some of them have it better when they’re not so well known and could date whoever they want, but ofc it all depends on their company’s rules and how chill their fans are with them dating someone (God forbid they have a happy life and fall in love)
To some people, secrecy and hiding around aren’t that bad and would actually prefer to do that instead of making the relationship public, which I kinda get.
But in any case, we should be happy for them since they’re always making us happy and we gotta remember they’re probably not always the innocent and happy self that they always portray on cameras, but that’s just me
For the Squip match ( if you wanna ), I'm 5'5" and absolutely cannot go a day without talking about / listening to musicals. I suck at talking to people, but I love talking with my family and friends. I'm not good at confrontation, and I flinch, facepalm, or curl up ( if I'm lying down ) when I remember a stupid thing I did. Also, I have a really, really low self-esteem.
Okay, so I just feel like Dean Ambrose was the way to go here. This one won’t be as long and nowhere near as angsty as mad love and it’s only going to be posted here. I wanna thank @writergrrrl29 for a lot of the inspo and i want to thank every single person who suggested a name, you were all amazing and supportive and that means so much to me and I really hope you all enjoy this regardless of the guy I chose.
That being said, another slightly slow burn but not too slow burn here. There will be smut eventually, just not quite yet. Lots of fluffy and cute and awkward moments and maybe even a twist or two.
WARNINGS: just two really awkward people who really like each other and eventual smut. also occasional mentions of a really low self esteemed OC and I took some things from some of Dean’s earlier Moxley promos too. Not saying they’re real or they’re not, I just thought it gave things this kind of added depth. USE OF AN ORIGINAL CHARACTER. JUST SO YOU KNOW.
The television was
turned off and I looked up. My friends were all surrounding me and I
bit my lip. “What?”
“Tonight is New
Years Eve, girl and this is really all you’re going to do with it?
Watch some show about greasy bikers?” Nikki asked me the question,
a concerned look in her eyes as she sat down beside me. “My party,
“This is Sons of
fuckin Anarchy. These are not just greasy bikers.. They’re greasy
bikers of the sexy variety.. And there’s a really deep plot and
explosions that are cool as shit and..” I stopped and exhaled
quietly, my voice dropping a few octaves as I said quietly, “I
don’t feel like going out, okay? I’ll be fine. Just go.”
“Nope, uh uh.. I
am not going to stand here and watch you throw away a perfectly good
chance to get dressed up and throw it in your ex’s face that he
missed out. Even if he ain’t here, Viv, you can bet he’s not
sitting at home pining over you. His ass is out and wildin out. Now
get up. Get that ass dressed.” Naomi had her arm around me and I
leaned against her as I sighed and shook my head. “Getting stood up
at the altar is worse than getting dumped, okay? It’s like…
saying you’ll never be good enough. And Peter was right.. I won’t.
I’m 50 shades of fucked up and I can live with it.”
“Did she just…
No.” Becky started as she sat down and then told me calmly, “Yer
not da one who’s 50 shades of fucked up, et’s Peter! And we all
tried ta tell ye, lass, dat he wasn’t a good man.” and Carmella
nodded from nearby, Alexa looking up from her phone to speak up
suddenly. “Look, I don’t like you and you don’t like me… But
seeing you like this is.. it’s depressing, okay? Besides.. I happen
to know there’s one guy who really, really, really wants you at
try, Bliss.” I laughed and shook my head, wiping at my eyes. “Look,
I just wanna sit around with my rum and my ice cream and my greasy
bikers, okay? Because I’ll only be in the way if I go. I never
really seem to fit in at these things, guys, you know this…” I
begged off and when Nikki and the others saw that no, I was not going
to go down and party with them, they finally relented.. And I settled
back in to watching Sons Of Anarchy, while getting drunk on the rum
I’d bought and eating my ice cream.
A sigh escaped my
lips when I looked over at my cell phone and saw that it was 11:05. I
almost texted Peter just to ask him why he bailed on me, why I wasn’t
good enough, what was so wrong with me that he’d see me waiting at
the end of an altar and bolt like his ass was on fire in front of our
friends and family, but instead, I threw the phone down in disgust
… Peter is the one
with the problem… not you…
… your own mother
said it best though… she’s the one who told you not to ever get
your hopes up because you have so little going for you…
… but she’s a
fucking narcissist…. And she thought she was the best thing alive…
… And? Everybody
else didn’t? Hello, she fucked at least 3 of your past boyfriends…
Guys were always using you to get to her….
…. that was then,
this is now….
…. but that shit
left it’s mark….
I stood and went to
put the ice cream into the mini fridge and I flopped back down onto
the couch, settling back in, turning up the bottle of rum as I found
myself wondering how the party was going and slightly wishing I’d
gone… Because being here alone, it gave me too much time to think,
to revert back to this warped way I’d worked my ass off to try and
get away from.
I think it was
around 11:30 when I got up and turned off the tv. And then I found
myself really wondering why I was even up here grieving over
something that wasn’t my fault and blaming myself for it to begin
I mean yeah, it hurt
but… Being alone right now was the absolute last thing I needed…
With that thought in
mind, I went into the bathroom and threw on some black leggings, my
favorite off the shoulder red tunic and my trusty combat boots. I
didn’t even bother with makeup and I grabbed my leather jacket and
the bottle of rum, grabbing my cell phone to call for an Uber.
The party was
crowded when I shoved my way in, there were members from both rosters
as well as other staff member already there. I waved to one of the
girls who did my hair and makeup often and Naomi spotted me, bum
rushing me. “Fuckin finally. You listen to your girls.”
“Yeah, well… I
got bored without you guys.. Thought the least I could do was make an
appearance. I’m not sure if I’ll stay too long, I just… Being
with you guys makes me feel better.”
From behind me,
Nikki tapped my shoulder and smiled, hugging me. She eyed my bottle
of rum and then with a soft laugh she told me, “I would offer you
something to drink but I see you decided to BYOB.”
And as I made my way
deeper into the crowded party, I could have sworn I felt someone
following my every move in the room with their eyes. I stopped and
looked around, shrugging it off when I didn’t see anyone looking at
me and finally, I found a lesser crowded area and I took a long sip
of the rum and flopped down onto a very well cushioned chaise lounge,
watching everybody else laugh and smile and be happy.
A time or two I felt
it again, the sensation of being watched, but every time I’d try to
look around, find someone looking at me, I never saw anyone, so I
eventually just let it ride.. I mean with all the eye candy in the
room I had to be fucked up to think anyone was wasting their time
watching me, right?
That’s what I
“You could walk
over there, you know.. Stop staring like an idiot.” Alexa spoke up
from behind him, leaned in a doorway, picking at her nail polish. He
shook his head and scoffed and Alexa lightly stamped her foot.
“Did you just
stomp your foot at me?” he snickered and Alexa glared, giving him
the finger. “I don’t get why it has to be her, but you’re
always watching her and she makes you kind of light up, idiot. Look,
if you don’t walk over there or at least say something to her
tonight, I’m going to shove you into her. I don’t like her but I
don’t entirely hate her and it was kind of hard, seeing her as down
as she’s been lately.. I just think that maybe you’d be good for
each other.” Alexa was toying with the zip on her jacket and the
male’s eyes moved from his petite blonde friend to where Viv sat,
sipping rum out of a bottle, headphones covertly shoved into her
She looked almost as
uncomfortable as he felt being at the party. She didn’t look happy
like she used to either and that bothered him. If he’d had a
chance, he would have kicked Peter’s skull in but his friends sort
of stopped him shy of doing it.
…. not that the
jerk was even good enough for her to begin with….
… and you
… yeah well
only pussies leave a girl at the damn altar… or screw around
on ‘em with other girls constantly, tell ‘em the shit that Alexa
and Becky said Peter told her…
Are you in there, huh?” Alexa was shaking him lightly and he shook
his head, tearing his eyes off of Viv for a few minutes to glare at
Alexa. “Don’t you have a date? Or somebody else to annoy tonight?
Look, you’re my friend but you have got to stop doin this, okay? If
it happens, it happens. If not..”
is not even an option, okay? You have to make some kind of move for
anything to happen! Viv’s not… She’s not good at picking up on
silent stares and their not so subtle meanings, okay? Look, I’ve
roomed with her and I’ve heard the shit she goes through, I know
how her mind is.”
I’m just saying, either you make a move or someone else will..
Because I know someone else who kind of likes her.”
he demanded and Alexa shook her head. “I’ll only help you out by
telling if you at least walk over and say hey.. You better hurry
though because it looks like you’re not the only one watching her
and the other guy is walking her way now.”
he walked away, Alexa rolled her eyes and smirked to herself. “Easier
than taking candy from an oversized manchild. And now, I’ve done my
good deed for the new year. I deserve a drink.” and she skipped
away to the table where the booze was located, pouring herself a
drink as she watched the party around her.
Everybody was doing
their own thing and I was bored. So bored.. and at least three
quarters of the way to a happier and buzzed state of mind where
everything, where all the shit didn’t matter. I’d shoved my
earbuds in and I was listening to Bon Jovi and humming along badly
offkey while whipping my head around and stopping to take occasional
sips of my drink when I turned abruptly and found myself body to body
with Dean Ambrose.
… wow… his
chest is really firm… and his cologne is yummy… and I felt
like an idiot when I realized he was talking to me. I slipped out my
earbuds and my hand raised to my mouth. “Sorry, I was.. This,” I
gestured to the DJ Nikki had apparently hired, “It’s not music?
Yeah.. I was just kinda doing my own thing and I didn’t mean to
bump into you.” my eyes darted to the bottle in his hand and I
licked my lips and sipped from my own bottle.
Dean nodded to my bottle and I lowered it, wiping at my mouth with
the back of my hand as I drawled, “Rum.. Malibu Rum. It’s kinda
my go to… Nevermind, it’s dumb. What’s yours?” I eyed his
bottle and to my surprise, he held it out, the ambery contents
sloshing slightly over the neck of the bottle making me laugh. I took
it but held out my bottle too and he eyed it warily before finally
shrugging and turning it up when I turned his up. The bitterness of
the whiskey set my teeth on edge and it had my throat burning and it
had this strong cinnamon taste that I recognized almost instantly and
Dean grimaced and
held my bottle back to me, shaking his head. “Alcohol’s not
supposed to be that damn sweet.”
coconut.” I get the worst giggles when I drink, I swear and another
escaped my lips followed by a quiet burp which made him snicker and
just sort of stare at me a few seconds. “What?”
nothin.. Look, I hate this shit.. Only came because I kinda told
Roman and his woman I’d come out and be social and not sit in my
room on New Years..” he was shuffling his feet and I found myself
shoved against him when some of the others ran past, shouting and
laughing, heading in the direction of the hot tub. Becky stopped
long enough to ask if I wanted to go too and I shook my head, giving
her the thumbs up instead.
“I’m really not
in the mood to watch Nikki and the others shoving their tongues down
their dates throats.” I shook my head and added quickly, “Not
because I’m jealous because I’m not.” and Dean chuckled. “Do
you wanna go outside? It’s really crowded in here.” I blurted it
out figuring he’d make up some excuse and mysteriously vanish but
instead, he chuckled and nodded. “ ‘S like I said. I only came
because I promised Roman and his woman I wouldn’t spend New Years
Eve alone. Dunno why it mattered.”
“You were gonna
though.” he blurted it out and for just a second, he swore
awkwardly and I bit my lip. I shrugged. “I’m kinda used to it?”
we both blurted it out at the same time and I couldn’t help but
laugh a little, softly.
“C’mon. We have
booze and I have tunes.. We can get out of here.. That way,
technically, you’re not breaking your promise to Roman, you’re
with a friend… And I don’t get smashed and try and light a bar on
fire and dance or something..”
“Light a bar on
fire and dance, huh? When was this?” Dean eyed me intently and I
shook my head. “College.” I muttered, my eyes lingering on his
lips as a heated blush rose to my cheeks and I quickly tore my eyes
We’d left the
party behind us and we were coming up on a playground, both of us
quietly sipping from the bottles in our hands. I nodded to the
playground and then admitted, “Sometimes, whenever we’re in a
town and I find a playground I just go sit out on the swings at
night? That’s weird, why the hell did I say that.. Sorry..”
Dean chuckled and
shook his head, giving me a smirk that until now, I’d only seen him
use when casually flirting with somebody. …. riiight because
he’s being nice…. he’s not flirting with you, dork…
“Back in Ohio..
The gym I used to train in had one down the block.. Took my cousin
out there a time or two and pushed her on the swingset..” Dean got
this kind of sad look in his eyes and muttered something, grumbled to
himself and shook his head. “That’s cool. I bet she had fun.”
“She did.. So did
I.. was like shit was normal, ya know?”
“Yeah.. I think I
know exactly what you mean, oddly enough.” I’d chosen a swing and
sat down, Dean was sort of awkwardly standing behind me, pushing the
swing now and then. “Where did you live? I mean before you got
“ This shitty
little oilfield slash farming town in Texas.. My dad had a ranch and
he did a lot of rodeo before the accident. Then my mom left, took me
and moved us to Detroit and I was fucking miserable.” I admitted it
out loud as Dean listened intently. I looked up and over at him and
asked him about Ohio and he shrugged. “I was fuckin miserable too.”
“ Sorry, I wasn’t
trying to be a downer.” I sighed and shook my head. “I’m really
awful at this whole conversation thing?” I took a few more sips and
he chuckled, shrugging. “It’s just kinda nice to have somebody to
“Yeah, it really
is.” I found myself doing it again, staring at his lips. We
realized what time it was, almost 2:30 and he yawned, stretching. I
did the same and we walked back to the hotel mostly in silence, me
thinking I’d probably just had a really good time but I’d made
things weird and awkward with the way I always seemed to make things
just a little too awkward or pull the mood down.
I stood in front of
my door and smiled. “I had fun. I’m going to go crash now.. I’ll,
umm.. I’ll see you around?”
definitely.” Dean gave me a smile and after this awkward but
friendly hug that I surprised myself by pulling him into, he turned
and walked down the hall, going to his own room a few doors down.
I was barely in my
room and flopped on the bed when my phone blew up with texts. Rolling
onto my stomach, I laughed at the texts Becky sent me, before
→ Yes. I just got
→ It was fun. We
→ pretty sure he
thinks I’m weird though. My awkwardness strikes again.
Finally, I’ve finished her design! I’m not really satisfied with the drawing and the colors, but I’m still fighting my artblock! >_< Anyway…
Funtime Foxy, who also goes by the name of Fran, is really flirty and seductive, with both boys and girls (mostly boys). She’s also really sassy! Under that confidence however, she actually has a very low self esteem which is why she tries to appear as flashy and attractive as she can.
Match up please! I'm 4'7 and I have basically very short black hair and dark brown eyes, but I have a really high pitched voice, and often get mistaken for a child. I don't do too much, I actually prefer to stay inside and draw or play video games. I'm really shy and anxious but I'm really cold to people i'm not close to. I am very caring to those i'm close to though. I get cold easily and I also have very low self esteem. I really really love affection however, even if its embarrassing!
You got it! Thank you for the request. (๑◠‿◠๑)
I ship you with Kawanishi Taichi!
think you two would make a cute couple! Kawanishi probably wouldn’t
care if you were cold to him at first, he’s more than likely the
same way towards people he doesn’t know. Actually, your cold
attitude probably came from him running into you on accident and then
asking you if you if you lost your parents. But, you two ended up
sticking around each other until you eventually ended up dating
(“finally,” said the entire Shiratorizawa volleyball team). Since
he’s quite a bit taller than you (I think you’d reach about his
armpit), he’ll always rest his arm on your head and say things like
“oh, didn’t see you there,” when he most definitely did see you
there. But trust me, he really does love you in his own Kawanishi
way. If anyone else tried to tease you, though, he’ll make sure
they never do it ever again.
wouldn’t have a problem with staying inside to hang out (his
allergies tend to act up, after all) with you, in fact, he’d
encourage it. You’d have a significantly lower chance of running
into anyone off of the team who could tease you. Plus, it’s an
excuse to cuddle you and claim that he’s just trying to get you
warm. He also prefers to be more intimate in private, so if you were
at home, there’s a good chance you’ll get more affection than
when I started shipping it if I did:Sina interview was a before and after in my life. Through that interview I became an exofan, a minseok stan and a xiuhan shipper. Just look at how hecking cute they where holding hand during all the interview ;A;
or just luhan translating to minseok ;A;
It was too much to my poor little heart.
my thoughts: I’m waiting for SM statement that they are dating (◡‿◡✿) No but seriously even tho I know they are (sadly) only really good friends I love how luhan takes care of minseok and makes sure the older has someone to go when he is not feeling ok, and I love how minseok just looks 18763856458 times more happy and lively when luhan is with him.
What makes me happy about them: I would end up faster if I just say what I don’t like about them because there is nothing. Xiuhan is love. Xiuhan is life. Xiuhan is one of the most perfect things that this world has created.
What makes me sad about them: They are most likely straight as a stick so they will never date nor get married not adopt a cute little girl
things done in fanfic that annoys me: luhan portrayed as a girly princess and minseok topping. (Minseok topping is just a nightmare for me, I will never accept it not even if you pay me) Also the fact that they always make minseok have really low self esteem, I know is a fic but he is my baby and it hurts me to think that he doesn’t know how much of an awesome human being he is ಥnಥ
things I look for in fanfic: Catboys!AU are so hecking cute.
But as long as is xiuhan and minseok is not topping I’m down for everything I swear. Xiuhan makes me happy in so many ways.
Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: For luhan it might look weird but chen, there is also yixing but for me luchen is an almighty thing that must be respected at all cost lool For minseok is either sehun or jongin because hyung and maknaes （´u｀ ）♡
My happily ever after for them: I don’t mind the AU/setting but they marry and have a daughter, I just feel that a daughter fits them a lot (I kind of imagine her looking like Kim Saeron btw)
who is the big spoon/little spoon: Luhan just loves hugging minseok, this is a fact. They are probably hugging right now.
what is their favorite non-sexual activity: They play sports together this is also a fact, they go for physical things.
So I got an Anon message awhile ago that never got back to me, so I’m just going to tell my story really quick.
I struggled for a long time dealing with my weight. Up until my junior year in high school, I was really skinny. I didn’t think much of it, because it was the only body type I knew. People would make comments like, “Oh my gosh, how are you so skinny?? It isn’t even fair.” These comments confused me, because ‘skinny’ was how I always was.
Fast forward to my junior year in high school. A dance was coming up, and I decided to wear a dress that I had worn the previous year (top left photo). I decided to try on the dress, only to find that it wouldn’t zip up. Like at all. Not even an inch. I was mortified. That was my first wake up call. How had I not noticed how fat I’d gotten? This dress fit me a year ago, what happened? I went into a whirlwind of crippling self doubt. I weighed myself for the first time in a long time. I was 15 pounds heavier than what my drivers license said. I cried about it. The next month, I tried to make myself puke after meals. Thank goodness I could never do it, or I still might be struggling with an eating disorder. The stretch marks showed up. I found myself sucking in my stomach for pictures. I started wearing large t-shirts instead of medium. My body simply had just reached a point where I didn’t have as good of a metabolism anymore.
I went from a size 2 (top photos) to a size 8 (bottom photos).
I also had really low self esteem because of boys. I rarely got asked out on dates early on in high school. I still have never had a boyfriend. My first kiss wasn’t until I was 18 years old. I kept thinking that if boys didn’t like me, I wasn’t worth liking. My friend would always tell me, “Boys won’t like you if you aren’t confident!” That certainly didn’t help my confidence.
Now how did I turn it around? Did I just simply decide that I didn’t care what anyone else thought and all my problems went away? No!
I started with myself and my fears. I always wanted to wear dresses casually, but I was afraid that people would think I was too formal. So what did I do? I started wearing dresses. Sure, some people would ask, “Why are you wearing a dress?” but I would just respond, “Because I want to.”
I thought that girls with short hair were always cute, but so many people had told me that they would much prefer my hair long. So junior year, I cut my hair off to my chin (bottom left photo). Senior year, I got a pixie cut (bottom right photo). It was very liberating.
I was also afraid to wear bright red lipstick, because I was afraid of people seeing is as too Barbie. So I wore the lipstick. People asked me about it, but I didn’t defend myself. I was wearing it because it made me feel pretty.
A lot of people saw this transformation as me conforming to society’s beauty standards. But it wasn’t like that at all. I wasn’t doing it to please other people. On the contrary, I was afraid that I would be judged for it. I made these changes for me and me alone.
On the weight issue, I made a choice. I decided I could kill myself trying to be thin, or I could enjoy some ice cream and be happy. I chose to be happy. I’ve had so many friends who have suffered from eating disorders who are now working to recover. They can all attest that it is never worth it. Be grateful for your health. And what is weight anyway? Your relationship with freaking gravity. That doesn’t matter at all.
On the boy issue, I decided that loving myself was much more important than how many boys liked me. All of those boys from high school seem insignificant now anyway. You don’t need boys to love you to be loved. You have friends and family who love you, and that is enough.
So am I saying that cutting your hair and wearing dresses and wearing lipstick will make you happy? No. It worked for me, but it may not work for you. Find something you’ve always wanted to do, but have been held back by fear. Do it. I’ve found that conquering your fears can make all the difference.
You are good enough. Love yourself. Do things for yourself because you deserve it. Don’t justify yourself. Accept that people may judge you for it. Don’t let those stupid people hold you back. And remember that it’s going to be okay.
The concept of this beautiful quote form Pride &
Prejudice reminds me of two famous CS quotes. One is the “You really think I’d let you drown?” from 3x20 and the other is the “Don’t you know Emma? It’s you” from 4x15. Because for me, the idea is that one person is so insecure that he fail to see the obvious, which is that the other person will do anything for him/her.
So I chose to use this quote for the both of them because both were risking everything for the other person, but also failed to realize how much they truly meant for each other. They are truly kindred spirits that they will do whatever it takes to protect the person they love, but also have a really low self esteem that they were actually surprised that someone will put them first.
Send me a word/quote/parallel and I’ll make you a CS gifset inspired by it.