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[wolfchans]

[peanutsoutofcontext]

Baby Snoopy of the Day 🥺💗

[reunitedinterlude]

vest era

[2minsungz]

LEE KNOW SKZ-TALKER GO! Season 5, EP.2

[ohmyminsung]

WONWOO 💚 LALALI

[totalswag]

Love your writing! So good!! Could you do one where the reader and Rafe have not been dating for long, only for about two weeks or so, and she is very insecure and doesn´t understand why he ever approached her to ask her out in the first place. She isn´t the most outgoing and thinks she is quite plain looking, comparing herself to all the much prettier girls (in her opinion) at parties that she evidently thinks he will leave her for and so she she starts to distance herself to make it hurt less

unworthy doubts — RAFE CAMERON

authors note first off, thank you so much. you don’t know how much that means to me. to all of you reading this right now; please know how important you're in this world. youre beautiful on the inside and outside in your own unique way 🤍.

summary questioning and comparing yourself to other girls while wondering why your boyfriend, rafe cameron, chose you.

warnings insecure, comparing, mentions of parties, crying, doubt.

Rafe Cameron and you started dating for almost a month; it’s everything you’ve ever wanted in a relationship. Although it’s in the early stages of your relationship, you haven’t felt this way.

However, your insecurities felt like they'd been with you forever.

Rafe's confidence and charisma seemed to effortlessly command whatever room he entered. You felt invisible; blending into the background. Comparing yourself to other girls at parties; pretty smile, makeup, etc.

What could rafe see in you?

The worries had recently gotten stronger, a constant voice in the back of your head. When you saw Rafe taking to someone or laughing too hard at someone’s joke, the voice whispers became louder.

You stood against the railing of Tannyhill watching at the sunset in your own thoughts. The breeze felt nice and it felt like good time to enjoy the moment.

"Hey," Rafe's voice interrupted your thoughts, making you jump slightly. He joined you at the railing with a troubled expression on his face. "You have been quiet recently. Is everything alright?

Rafe noticed your change in attitude in the previous three days. He had asked if everything was fine, but you refused to talk about it. Tonight, he wants answers. He's concerned about you.

You forced a smile, but it did not reach your eyes. "Yeah, I am fine." Just... exhausted, I suppose."

Rafe did not appear convinced. He stretched out and carefully tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "You know you can speak with me, right? If something is bothering you, please let me know.”

Your heart sunk as you heard those words. Deep down, you want to open up to him and express your feelings. You don't want to come across as undesirable and make him think differently of you.

You felt words spilling out, but you remained silent.

"Y/N, I feel like you're pulling away from me." "Is it something I said or did?" He creaked "Please let me know, baby."

"It's not you, Rafe," you eventually confessed, the words rushing out before you could stop them. "It's me." I just don't understand why you chose me. I am not like the other gals. I'm not as attractive, outgoing, or—"

Rafe cut you off, his eyes wide with disbelief. "Is that what you think? That I don't realize how magnificent you are?"

Rafe's thoughts were all over the place. Seeing tears gather in the corner of your eyes caused him to cry.

You shrugged your shoulders, feeling tears form in your eyes, and down your cheeks. Not bothering drying them off.

"It's difficult for me to not to think about that when I'm constantly comparing myself to these girls" you ramble on when Rafe cuts you off.

Rafe approached, holding your face in his hands. "Look at me," he murmured quietly, waiting for you to meet his eyes. "I asked you out because I like who you are. You are nice and intelligent, and you make me laugh like no one else can. You are attractive to me both inside and out. And if you can't see it yet, I'll spend as much time as necessary to show you."

His words struck you like a tsunami, removing any doubts and anxieties that had been building up. You took a nervous breath as tears finally poured over.

You bury your face against his chest, letting out your sobs and putting your arms around his body; Rafe gently strokes your back, rocking you both side to side and whispers nice words into your ear to calm you down. 

"I can't afford to lose you," you whine against his chest.

"Baby, you will not lose me; I will be with you every step of the way," Rafe says before kissing the top of your head several times.

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[lockley-spktr]

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[hibiishere]

A mother always knows 🥰

[skepsys]

🫵 go my bisexuals 🫵

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[thecontroll]

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[reunitedinterlude]

phil finally getting his midriff out <3

[wimbledon2008]

They were halfway through the basket when Buck cleared his throat. “So,” he said. “Did you sleep well?” Eddie chuckled. “Small talk?” he asked, eyes on the jacket he was folding. “I thought we moved past that about seven years ago.” Buck huffed. “What’s small about it?” he said. “I always want you to sleep well.” Eddie felt like he was moving in slow motion as he lowered the jacket. He reached out to set it on top of Christopher’s pile and didn’t notice when he missed. The jacket toppled off to the side while he was staring at Buck. Were his ears ringing, or did the dryer need more WD-40? I always want you to sleep well. It was more than Eddie could take. Wearing only his novelty Swedish Fish underpants and his coziest hoodie, his hands hovering over their Saturday laundry and the milky winter sunlight streaming in through his kitchen windows, Eddie couldn’t not kiss Buck anymore.

Gorgeous art commissioned from @redwing, with all proceeds benefiting the Los Angeles Fire Department Foundation. Commissions are still open with a 200% employer match—more details here and here! Inspired by my fic In the Morning There Is Meaning. Read the rest on AO3 here 💛🐟❤️

[damnamour]

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[haechannabelle]

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