#Rejection

[funlovinzara]

Monster trio rejecting you Pt.2

The long awaited part 2! I absolutely loved writing Zoros part🙏

Warnings: angst, a bit of fluff

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Luffy

Surprisingly it wasn’t as hard to get over him because you knew he was just a knuckle head like that

On your new adventures you met new people, one specifically caught your eye.

Ace.

Ace was caring, funny, charming and very welcoming to be around. You both shared contacts on a transponder snail and talked 24/7, 365. Everyone knew the bond you had and left it alone, except luffy. He always saw you speaking on the snail but never knew who was on the other side.

The crew made a stop to a new island but everyone was waiting for you, who was talking on the transponder snail in your room.

“Finally a new adventure!! Lets go-!”

“LUFFY! Wait we cant leave without y/n!! This island is larger than anything we’ve ever seen before and ANYONE can get lost anytime!!” Said chopper

Luffy sighed in annoyance and stomped off to your room and busted in

“Y/N!! LETS GO ALREADY!!” He yells with his chest

You jump in fear and quickly whisper to the other side of the snail “i gotta go!” And hung up.

“Who are you always talking to on that thing anyway?”

You sigh in defeat and answer “Ace, i talk to ace.”

“Ace? Huh? Why?”

“Well, I think he’s pretty cool and i like him.”

“I thought you liked me?”

“What?”

“You cant like-like me and like-like Ace? I thought we were just starting to get closer?”

You have a dumbfounded look on your face and you laugh at the misunderstanding. Maybe he understood after all, but i wonder why he would hide it.”

———

Sanji

Of course it was ALOT more difficult to get over him. You were devastated at how unreasonable he was, it was ridiculous.

So you decided to just not respond often when Sanji would speak to you, it was pointless anyway. He was still trying to pick up a conversation even after all that.

Sanji had a really bad dream one night, it was him re-experiencing the events at Sabaody, you werent there during that time but he dreamt that you were.

He woke up inna horrible cold sweat and immediately walked to the front of the ship, he needed some air. However when he walked out to see his crew doing there normal shenanigans, something was off.

He looks over at you to see you chatting, with brook?? How come your more comfortable around brook than him? He was an even bigger pervert than him.

“Y/n, may i see your pant-.” You swat brook on the side of his arm and slightly yell/giggle “no way brook!”

You clear your throat and begin to say “Thank you brook for helping me get over Sanji though, its really nice to have someone to talk to when no one else is around.” You leaned in and gave brook a deep hug.

“YOHOHOHOHO! Y/n it is a pleasure!! You flatter me, im blushing!! Although i am a skeleton so i cant really blush!! Yohoho!”

He hugs back and swings you around and you both laugh in glee. Sanji saw all of this and he thought, what did he even do wrong.

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Zoro

In this you ARE included in the Sabaody Arc

It was VERY difficult to get over Zoro especially since he would never talk to you anymore. Nami being the jerk she was partnered you and Zoro together to walk around. She said it was for the “bonding experience”

She kept trying to bring back the spark that you and Zoro had but it will never work anymore.

You heard that day there was going to be an auction so you left to go check it out, you found the auction house and decided to take a seat not paying attention to your surroundings.

“X’cuse me?” Said a man next to you. It startled you and you jump. turning your head to look at him.

“That seat isn’t for you.”

His voice was DEEP.

“Oh- ill move- sorry.” A bear in a seat behind him leans over and says. “Come on boss lets let her stay! Shes really pretty!”

“Bepo-.” “Pleaseee!! Come on you need more allies than foes in this place anyway!”

The man grunts, allowing you to sit down again once more. “Law. Trafalgar D. Law.”

“Y/n L/n.”

“Nice to meet’cha Y/N!”

“You’re a straw-hat aren’t you? Hmh. What a tease your Captain isnt first here.”

You chuckle a bit scared at the power law might consist..

Zoro searches nearly the whole place for you, and finally lands at the auction house, he busts in and frantically looks around. He sees you sitting with a man, he cant see his face but he sure can see yours. And your enjoying yourself, this sets something off in him.

Him being your ex-best-friend and all, Hes only used to seeing him make you laugh, but this. This is so different and weird, why does he care?

[bodhrancomedy]

Why I have a Rejection Jar but not a Success Jar.

[leewritesstuff]

Price of Rejection | Felix x Reader

Summary: Rejections hurt but it also hurt even more when it backfires.

Pairs: Felix x Reader

Type: Angst

AN: I was going to make this into a series, but I decided a one shot is better.

Every morning, without fail, you found something waiting for you—flowers carefully arranged with tiny handwritten notes, chocolates wrapped in ribbons, delicate trinkets chosen with obvious thoughtfulness. At first, you ignored them. Then, you tried to be polite, brushing off Felix’s gestures with tight smiles and dismissive remarks. When that didn’t work, you told him, clearly and firmly, to stop.

But he never did.

It didn’t matter how many times you rejected his advances, how many ways you tried to make him understand—Felix just wouldn’t let go. He was persistent, always there, always waiting, always hoping.

Tonight was the final straw.

You turned the corner, already dreading what you knew you would find. And there he was, standing in the dim glow of the streetlight outside your building, hands curled around yet another gift—this time, a silver bracelet, glinting under the soft light. His eyes lit up when he saw you, his expression so full of warmth and certainty, like he truly believed this time would be different. That this time, you’d accept him.

You didn’t let him speak.

“Felix,” you snapped, your patience snapping with it. “Enough. Just stop.”

His smile faltered, confusion flashing across his face. Still, he held the bracelet out to you. “I just thought—”

“I don’t care what you thought.” Your voice was sharp, cutting through the quiet night air. You took a deep breath, trying to temper the frustration clawing at your chest. But it was too late. You were done playing nice. Done pretending this wasn’t suffocating. “I don’t like you, Felix. I never have. And I never will. You’re not my type, and you never will be.”

Silence stretched between you, thick and heavy, but you weren’t finished.

“You’re clingy. You don’t know how to take a hint. You smother me with all these gifts, like that’s going to magically change how I feel, but it doesn’t—it makes me like you even less.” Your arms crossed tightly over your chest. “You don’t listen. You’re too pushy. And honestly? You make me uncomfortable.”

Felix stood frozen in place, his grip tightening on the bracelet. His knuckles turned white, but he didn’t say anything.

You exhaled sharply and shook your head. “Do you even realize what you’re doing? You think just because you’re nice to me, I owe you something? I don’t. I never did.” You scoffed. “You don’t even care about what I want. You just keep forcing yourself into my space like I’ll magically wake up one day and fall in love with you. Well, newsflash—I won’t.”

The look in his eyes shifted—hope replaced by something raw, something shattered. His lips parted slightly, but no words came out.

“I… I didn’t mean to make you feel that way,” he finally said, his voice small, hesitant.

“Well, you did,” you replied coldly. “So do me a favor and stop. No more gifts. No more waiting for me. No more anything. Just leave me alone.”

For a moment, Felix didn’t move. He just stood there, shoulders tense, chest rising and falling unevenly, as if he was trying to process every word you’d just thrown at him. Then, without another word, he turned away. The silver bracelet—one you’d never wear, one you never asked for—remained clenched in his hand.

You watched him walk away, his figure growing smaller with every step, until he finally disappeared from sight.

And for the first time in weeks, you felt like you could finally breathe.

After that night, everything changed. The silence between you and the others stretched longer, thick and suffocating. Conversations that once flowed effortlessly now felt forced, if they happened at all. You noticed the hesitation in their voices, the careful way they spoke around you—like they were afraid of saying the wrong thing, or maybe just afraid of you.

The easygoing atmosphere was gone, replaced by something colder, something uncomfortable. And you hated it.

But the final blow came when Chris didn’t show up for your monthly hangout.

You had been waiting at home, expecting him to knock on your door any second like he always did. It was routine—he’d show up late but grinning, maybe carrying snacks or some dumb inside joke from the past month, making himself at home on your couch like he always had. It was the one constant in your life, something you never thought would change.

But tonight, the minutes stretched into an hour. Then two.

The knock never came.

You checked your phone. No texts. No calls.

Annoyance twisted in your stomach. Chris never missed this. Even when he was busy, even when things got complicated, he always made time. But tonight? Nothing. No explanation, no excuse—just silence.

You weren’t going to let this slide.

The next day, you found him alone, leaning against the railing outside the dorms, scrolling through his phone like he had nothing to answer for.

“What the hell, Chris?” You stormed up to him, barely holding back the frustration in your voice.

He looked up, sighed, and locked his phone. “What?”

“You know what. You didn’t show up last night.”

Chris exhaled through his nose, his jaw tensing. “Didn’t feel like going.”

“Didn’t feel like—” You scoffed. “Seriously? And you didn’t think to tell me?”

Chris dragged a hand through his hair, his expression already tired, like he was done with the conversation before it even started. “Look, I just… I wasn’t in the mood. That’s it.”

But that wasn’t it. You could see it in his face.

Your stomach twisted, frustration burning hotter in your chest. “Be honest, Chris. What’s your problem?”

His gaze darkened, and for the first time, he looked at you like he didn’t recognize you.

“You really don’t get it, do you?” he muttered.

“Get what?”

Chris let out a short, humorless laugh, shaking his head. “The way you treated Felix. That’s my problem.”

Your breath caught. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah, I am.” His voice was firm now, no hesitation. “Look, I get that you don’t like him. That’s fine. But the way you shut him down? It was cruel. He didn’t deserve that.”

You stared at him, stunned.

Cruel? He thought you were cruel?

“He didn’t listen to me, Chris!” you argued. “I told him over and over again that I wasn’t interested, but he just kept pushing! What was I supposed to do—keep letting him smother me with gifts until I gave in?”

Chris’s jaw clenched. “You could’ve been nicer.”

You let out a sharp, bitter laugh. “Nice wouldn’t have worked. It didn’t work. He wasn’t getting the message.”

Chris shook his head, shoving his hands into his pockets. “I don’t know, maybe just… not tear him apart like that? We all saw how wrecked he was after you told him off. And now, none of us know how to act around you. Felix still loves you, and you—” He let out a sharp breath, like he was trying to keep himself from saying something he’d regret. “I just didn’t think you were that kind of person.”

That was it. That was the moment something inside you snapped.

Without another word, you turned on your heel, anger curling in your gut, and you knew exactly where you were going.

Felix was sitting outside alone, his arms resting on his knees, his gaze fixed on the sky. The usual light in his eyes was dimmer, his shoulders hunched slightly like the weight of everything was finally sinking in. But when he saw you, his lips parted slightly in surprise, and for a brief moment, that stupid, soft smile flickered to life. Like he still had hope.

But you weren’t here for that.

“This is your fault,” you spat, and the smile immediately dropped.

Felix blinked. “What?”

“My friends are acting like I’m some kind of monster, Chris won’t even look at me, and it’s your fault.”

His expression twisted into something pained, but you didn’t stop.

“You just had to keep pushing, didn’t you?” Your voice was sharp, laced with frustration. “I told you I wasn’t interested, I told you to stop, but you wouldn’t. And now? Now I’m the bad guy because I finally had to make you listen.”

Felix swallowed, his hands gripping his sleeves. “I… I didn’t want to make things hard for you,” he murmured. “I just—” He looked away, exhaling shakily. “I love you.”

Something in his voice—something raw, something so heartbreakingly genuine—made your chest tighten. But you pushed it down, pushed it all down, because none of it mattered.

“Well, I don’t love you,” you snapped. “And now I’ve lost my friends because of you.”

Felix flinched, like you had physically hit him. He looked at you for a long moment, searching your face for something—maybe regret, maybe softness. But there was nothing.

Finally, he nodded, the corners of his mouth twitching like he was trying to keep himself from breaking completely.

“…I’m sorry,” he whispered.

You scoffed and turned away, leaving him sitting there alone.

Days passed, then weeks. The silence from your friends became suffocating, pressing down on you in ways you hadn’t expected.

At first, you told yourself it didn’t matter. They were overreacting. You had done nothing wrong. Felix wouldn't take no for an answer, and you had put an end to it the only way he would finally understand. If they had a problem with that, it wasn’t your fault.

But as time stretched on, the loneliness became impossible to ignore.

The group hangouts continued—just without you. You’d see the photos on social media, the ones that used to include you, now filled with laughter that wasn’t yours. The inside jokes you once helped create now lived in conversations you weren’t a part of. When you passed them in the halls, the warmth that had always been there was gone, replaced with brief nods or tight-lipped smiles that felt more like politeness than familiarity.

Even Chris, the one person you thought would never turn his back on you, kept his distance. The messages that used to flood your phone—stupid memes, sarcastic remarks, last-minute plans—had dwindled into nothing. The absence of them felt louder than any confrontation ever could.

One evening, you found yourself scrolling through your phone, past unread messages that weren’t meant for you, past stories and posts from gatherings you hadn’t been invited to. You told yourself you didn’t care, that it was their loss.

But your stomach twisted.

An ache settled in your chest, unfamiliar and unwelcome.

You had pushed Felix away. But in doing so, you had pushed all of them away, too.

And Felix…

Felix was moving on.

You saw it in the way he carried himself—lighter, freer, like he had finally let go of something heavy. He no longer looked at you with quiet hope lingering in his eyes. He stopped waiting for you after class, stopped leaving small gifts, stopped orbiting around you entirely. And for some reason, that realization left a hollow space where your frustration used to be.

For the first time, you wondered—had it really been him holding on all this time?

Or had you needed him to?

It wasn’t until a month later that you finally swallowed your pride and reached out to Chris.

"Hey," you texted. "Can we talk?"

The message sat there, unread, for hours.

You stared at it, debating whether to delete it, to pretend you had never sent it at all. But just as you were about to give up, the typing bubble appeared.

Meet me at the café.

The air between you was thick with something unsaid as you sat across from him. The café was one you had been to a hundred times before, but today, it felt unfamiliar.

Chris was unreadable, arms crossed, his expression carefully neutral. He was studying you, waiting—not just for an explanation, but for the right one.

You hesitated, then exhaled. "I miss you."

Chris’s jaw tightened. He looked away, shaking his head slightly. "You miss me, or you miss us?"

You swallowed hard. "Both."

Chris let out a slow breath, leaning back in his chair. "You really don’t get it, do you?" His voice wasn’t angry, just… tired.

Your stomach twisted. "Then what was it about?"

Chris exhaled sharply, rubbing his temple. "The way you handled everything. The way you made Felix feel like garbage. He wasn’t some obsessed stalker, he loved you. And yeah, maybe he was persistent, maybe he didn’t know when to back off, but he never meant to hurt you."

He shook his head, his gaze sharp. "But you— you crushed him. And the worst part? You never even cared."

You opened your mouth to argue, but the words stuck in your throat. Because deep down, you knew there was truth in what he was saying.

Chris leaned forward, his voice quieter now. "I get it. You didn’t love him. You had every right to reject him. But you didn’t just reject him—you tore him apart. And for what? To prove a point?"

Your fingers curled into fists. "I just wanted him to stop."

"He would’ve," Chris said. "Eventually, he would’ve. But now? Now, he’s finally moved on, and you’re the one left behind."

Silence stretched between you, thick and heavy.

Chris sighed, shaking his head. "I don’t hate you. None of us do. But we saw a side of you we didn’t expect, and it’s hard to forget."

His words landed like a punch to the chest.

He met your gaze, his eyes filled with something you couldn’t quite name. "You can’t undo what happened. But maybe, just maybe, it’s not too late to try and make things right."

Your breath caught. "With Felix?"

Chris hesitated, then nodded. "With yourself."

As you left the café, his words echoed in your mind.

Maybe it was too late to fix everything.

Maybe things would never go back to the way they were.

But maybe… just maybe… you weren’t as right as you had thought you were.

[zhenik]

You know that its true !

Still learning how to proper edit. Feel free to send me material I can practice with !

[midnightshindig]

i love your work! could i request hc’s/drabbles for mark, cecil, and rex (separately) having unrequited feelings for the reader? take care of yourself!! 😊

Cecil, Mark, and Rex x Unrequited!Reader

ooooooo you guys are about that angsty shit

i fw it

hcs under the cut!

Cecil

Cecil is a PROFESSIONAL

he keeps his emotions tight and on LOCK

There isn't enough psychological torture in the world that would get him to admit his feelings for you

except maybe the torture of watching you subtly flirt with him

I mean come on, the way you wear your uniform tie a little loose, the way your stockings always have runs in them, you bring him his coffee with a bright smile reserved for him and nobody else.

The two of you have a rapport, engaging in witty banter during the rare downtime at the GDA

You're intelligent and hilarious with a strong sense of conviction, what's not to love?

And he's so certain you feel the same way

So when he asks you to dinner, like a gentleman, in all the correct ways, and you politely decline?

Oh he's hurt, for sure

but he's a professional. He deals with worse all the time.

So why is he still thinking about it?

Why does it sting when you inevitably start dating Anthony from HR

Why can't he bring himself to just forget about you?

your banter becomes stifled, and Cecil thinks he's losing touch just a little

It culminates when you request to transfer branches

He approves the request, of course

He is a professional, after all.

Mark

He's a dweeeeeeb when he has a crush

Like, he thinks he's so slick

talking to Rex about you while you're only across the GotG gym with headphones in

but you totally know

Still, he doesn't care, because you like him too

I mean, c'mon, he's a total catch, right?

He's literally Invincible, and he's also invincible, what's not to love?

He follows you around like a lost puppy, chatting you up about everything and anything.

"Did you in the 2018 adaptation of Sceance Dog-" Oh my god shut upppppp he's such a dork

but he's nice, and is always down to spot your weights

so you're content to be his friend, and this works for a while

Until Mark asks you to come over for dinner

which is fine! You love having dinner with Debbie and Oliver

but you get there and Debbie is putting Oliver in the car, apparently they're going to get dinner elsewhere? She leaves with a wink and a smile

you go inside to see Mark setting up a candlelit dinner

"Oh! You weren't supposed to be here yet-!" He cries, smacking his forehead

"What... is all this?"

"I was going to ask you out, but... I mean... do you want to go out with me?"

You turn him down as politely as you can, and quickly leave the house

Training at the gym is awkward after that

Mark can take a hint, he's not a jerk or a creep or anything

but the moment can't be undone

Rex

MUCH less subtle than the other two

been flirting with you since day one

and you thought he was JOKING

I mean no way he's sincerely that much of a dick (oh but he was.)

so you'd jokingly flirt back

and Rex was like, hell yeah, pretty little thing wants me back

lets go boys.

but it developes, and he REALLY likes you

like he wants to take you on a date

So with some encouragement from Mark, Rex dusts off a suit from the thrift store, nabs a bouquet of roses from someones garden, and is outside your dorm door

"Oh, hey Rexxx....." You trail off, taking in the scene before you

"Y/n! Hey! Uhm... look... I know it, you know it, let's stop dancing around it and go out already!" he presents you the bouquet, thorny and still wet and half-eaten by caterpillars

You don't even have the words

"I'm sorry.... What gave you the impression...? What?" you're so confused, and trying so hard not to hurt his feelings

but Rex is easily triggered, and his face burns red with embarrassment

He yanks the flowers back and laughs a fake laugh "HA hahahhhh.... You- You thought I was being serious!! Bwaahhaha!!!!" He laughs, holding his stomach cheesily, before straight up running away on foot

He doesn't talk to you for three weeks

and after that it's only short responses and quippy, albeit cutting remarks.

"Heyyyy Rex...." You approached cautiously "A bunch of us are gonna watch a movie, do you want to join?"

"I would, but then you'd get confused and think I was trying to make it a date!" He snapped back, running on the treadmill even faster

It would take some time, and a number of rebounds, but eventually he gets over you and things return to some semblance of normal

[missmaddys-prejacgooner]

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[grickle14]

Alienated.

[aventurineswife]

Hello! Hope you're doing well!

So I sorta got rejected for Valentine's this year :cc so I was wondering if I could ask for Aventurine, Phainon, Dan Heng and maybe also Anaxa helping the reader with cope with rejection

Hope you're having a good day! Please take your time!! 🫶

Every Closed Door Leads to a New Beginning

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Phainon x Reader, Dan Heng x Reader, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Rejection, Healing, Emotional Support, Slow Burn, Self-Discovery, Inner Strength, Self-Worth, Healing Journey.

Warnings: Mentions of rejection, Emotional vulnerability, Mild angst.

A/N: I'm so sorry to hear that 🫂 (sorry for the late response too😔🙏)

Tagslist: @themiddletenmasibling

Aventurine had seen countless deals collapse, empires crumble, and fortunes shift with the flick of a wrist. Rejection was just another spin of the wheel, an inevitable part of the game. But when he found you curled up in quiet devastation, he realized—this wasn’t just a failed wager to you. This was real, raw, and deeply personal.

He sighed, leaning against the edge of the table where you sat, hands folded in your lap. “Ah, rejection,” he mused, tilting his head dramatically. “A bitter drink, isn’t it? Like ordering the finest wine and finding it’s corked.”

You didn’t respond, only staring at your hands. The silence was an answer in itself. Aventurine’s usual smirk softened as he observed you—he could read people like open ledgers, and right now, you were on the verge of shattering.

“Tell me, darling,” he said, lowering himself to sit beside you, “what makes this so unbearable? Did you truly lose, or did you just not get the outcome you expected?”

You swallowed. “Does it matter? It still hurts.”

Aventurine clicked his tongue. “Of course it matters. If you lost, then you grieve and move on. But if it was only an outcome you didn’t anticipate, then all that’s changed is the direction of the wind.”

You shot him a glare. “So what? I should just pretend I don’t feel anything?”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “No, no, my dear. Feel it. Wallow in it, if you must. But don’t let it define you.” His fingers ghosted over yours, deliberate yet light. “You know, if I let every rejection—every ‘bad hand’—dictate my life, I’d still be groveling in the dirt, licking the boots of men who never deserved my loyalty.”

You looked up, startled by his uncharacteristic sincerity. He smiled, but this time, it wasn’t sharp or teasing. It was something… quieter.

Aventurine stood, brushing imaginary dust off his coat. “Come,” he offered, holding out his hand. “I’ll teach you a lesson more valuable than gold—how to turn rejection into opportunity.”

“…And if I don’t want to?”

His grin returned, brighter now. “Then I’ll simply stay here, bothering you with endless metaphors and tragic poetry until you beg for mercy.”

A small, reluctant smile broke through your sadness, and Aventurine knew—he’d won this round.

Phainon found you standing alone, the weight of rejection pressing down on you like an unseen force. Your shoulders were tense, your breathing uneven, and he knew—he recognized the look of someone fighting to keep their heart from crumbling.

Without a word, he stepped beside you, his presence warm and steady. “You don’t have to talk,” he said gently. “But if you do, I’ll listen.”

You hesitated before finally whispering, “I wasn’t enough.”

Phainon’s brows furrowed. “That’s not true.”

You let out a bitter laugh. “How would you know?”

He turned slightly, eyes searching yours. “Because rejection doesn’t mean you lack worth. It only means this wasn’t the path meant for you.” His voice carried an unwavering kindness, a softness that wrapped around you like a shield against the pain.

You exhaled shakily. “It still hurts.”

Phainon nodded. “Of course it does.” He reached for your hand, squeezing it gently. “But you’re allowed to hurt. You’re allowed to grieve. Just don’t believe, even for a second, that this defines you.”

You looked down, squeezing his hand back. “How do you deal with it?”

He smiled wistfully. “I remind myself that my worth isn’t determined by someone else’s acceptance. And when that’s not enough… I turn to those who see me for who I truly am.”

You met his gaze, and in that moment, you realized—Phainon saw you. Not as someone rejected, but as someone strong, someone deserving of love and understanding.

“Thank you,” you murmured.

Phainon’s smile grew, bright and unwavering. “Always.”

Dan Heng wasn’t one to offer words freely, but he noticed the way your movements had lost their usual energy, the way your eyes seemed dimmer. He didn’t ask. He didn’t pry. Instead, he simply placed a cup of tea beside you and sat down, his presence solid and unwavering.

You stared at the tea, then at him. “You heard, didn’t you?”

He nodded.

“…And?”

Dan Heng took a slow sip of his own tea before speaking. “It isn’t the end.”

You scoffed. “Sure feels like it.”

His gaze remained steady. “It’s not.”

Silence stretched between you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was… grounding. You found yourself tracing the rim of the cup, trying to gather your thoughts. “Why does it hurt so much?”

Dan Heng set his tea down. “Because you cared.” His voice was quiet but firm. “Because you invested a piece of yourself into something that didn’t return the way you hoped.”

You clenched your jaw. “Then what am I supposed to do?”

He looked at you for a long moment before answering, “Heal.”

You let out a shaky breath. “And if I don’t know how?”

Dan Heng shifted slightly, as if considering his words carefully. Then, he spoke with a certainty that made your chest ache.

“Then let me help.”

You blinked, caught off guard by the raw sincerity in his voice. Dan Heng wasn’t one for grand gestures or excessive reassurances, but this—this was real.

His presence alone was enough to remind you that even in rejection, you weren’t alone.

And for now, that was enough.

[dumblr]

In my era of giving up on people. No more seeing the best in them, no more excusing their behavior. I accept you as you are and reject you.

[therapeutic007]

✨ When Criticism Feels Like a Knife to the Heart: An ADHD RSD Workbook ✨

If you: • Melt down over tiny feedback (even when it’s kindly given) • Dread checking emails/texts in case someone’s upset with you • Remember rejections from 10 years ago like they happened yesterday ...you might be struggling with Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria (RSD)—the emotional earthquake many with ADHD know too well.

This isn’t "being too sensitive"—it’s your nervous system sounding a false alarm that rejection = survival threat.

The RSD & ADHD Workbook helps you:

✔ Spot RSD’s lies ("They hate me" → "I’m interpreting tone") ✔ Short-circuit shame spirals with emergency coping scripts ✔ Respond (not react) to perceived criticism ✔ Rebuild self-trust after social mishaps

📖 Inside you’ll get: → Body-based exercises to calm the RSD adrenaline crash → "Feedback Decoder" prompts to reality-check perceived slights → RSD-proof communication hacks (for work/relationships)

You deserve to feel safe in your own mind—even when others disapprove.

🔗 Find it here

[aventurineswife]

“Don't Touch Me”

Tags: @lixhizy, Aventurine x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Touch Aversion, Hurt/No Comfort, Emotional Distance, Rejection, Vulnerability, Angst, Psychological Struggles, Unresolved Tension, Hurtcember 2024.

Warnings: Emotional Harm, Hurtful Rejection, Mentions of Trauma (Aventurine's Backstory), No Comfort.

A/N: First time joining a challenge, um yeah... 🧍‍♀️I'm not sorry

You had always admired his intellect from afar—Ratio, a brilliant mind that thrived in the pursuit of knowledge. But today, as you stood before him, his typically confident demeanor seemed at odds with his frayed composure. His hair fell into his eyes, and there was a tense energy about him that you couldn’t ignore. You had grown used to his aloofness, but today felt different.

"Are you going to stand there staring at me?" he asked, his voice sharp, a slight edge to it that made you flinch inwardly.

"Sorry, I didn’t mean to… I just thought—"

"Don’t think," he cut you off quickly, his gaze unwavering but cold. "It only complicates matters."

His words stung more than you expected. You could feel the cold distance between you growing, and yet, your heart twisted as his posture remained stiff, his arms tucked close to his body. His usual bravado was masking something deeper, but you could only glimpse the faint cracks in his armor. His eyes darted away from yours when you tried to make eye contact, as if uncomfortable with the vulnerability of being seen.

Without realizing it, you took a step closer, an impulse to offer support, but the moment your hand approached, he recoiled sharply. His gaze hardened as he took a step back, his body language signaling clear aversion.

"I don’t need your sympathy," Ratio snapped, the words laced with an emotion you couldn’t quite read—anger, frustration, or perhaps something more fragile beneath the surface. "Touching me will not fix your problems."

You hesitated, understanding now that it wasn’t just physical contact he was rejecting, but any attempt to bridge the gap between you. His need for control, his refusal to be vulnerable, twisted your chest painfully. You stepped back, unsure how to navigate the sharp divide he had created.

"I’m not here to fix anything," you murmured, but the words seemed insignificant in the face of his retreat. He didn’t respond, only turned away from you, as if dismissing the matter altogether. The silence stretched, suffocating, and you couldn’t bring yourself to break it.

You had hoped for understanding, but all you had found was the harsh reality of how little you truly meant in his meticulously ordered world.

Aventurine’s smile was nothing short of enigmatic—charming, yet distant, as he leaned back in his seat, casually surveying the room. The flicker of his eyes was unsettling, as if he could see through your very soul. You couldn’t help but feel an unease in his presence. It wasn’t just his sharp mind or the way he manipulated every conversation—it was his very presence that made you feel exposed.

"You seem… distracted," he remarked, his voice smooth, like velvet over sharp edges. His gaze lingered on you with an intensity that made you shift uncomfortably.

"I’m fine," you replied quickly, not wanting to admit the growing discomfort.

Aventurine leaned forward, his gaze never wavering. "You don’t seem fine. What’s wrong?"

You wanted to say something, anything to end the tension, but your words faltered. There was a distance between you, an invisible wall that neither of you seemed willing to breach. You tried to break the silence by stepping forward, but the moment your hand neared him, he flinched—just enough for you to notice, like a spark of fire quickly extinguished.

"Don’t," he said softly, his tone carrying a warning. "Touching me won’t make it better. It never does."

His words cut through the air like a blade. You froze, suddenly aware of the weight of the rejection in his voice. You had never seen this side of him before—the cracks in his facade, the vulnerability that he was so determined to hide. He quickly masked his discomfort with a strained smile, but it did nothing to soften the sting.

"You think you understand me," he continued, his voice taking on an edge. "But you don’t. Nothing ever does."

You could feel the hurt in his words, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything that might alleviate it. The space between you was so vast now, so suffocating. The man who thrived on calculated risk and manipulation was now someone you couldn’t reach.

You backed away, knowing that any attempt to draw closer would only deepen the divide. The silent rejection felt heavier than any words could express, and all you were left with was the hollow space between you, where the possibility of connection was buried beneath his armor.

[busytrailblazing]

Didn't think I'd ever be posting abt rent a girlfriend, but honestly having the girlfriend he rents reject him is amazing writing imo,mainly because it tells the audience that you can feed her, buy shit for her , pay her rent maybe even pay her , but she isn't ever obligated to love you

Btw this isn't the end , it's implied that she will still consider in the future?

I would love if it ended this way tho , like no one is ever obligated to love you, nor are you to anyone you don't love .

the fans are currently calling the mc a cuck , but honestly that's the issue with most heterosexual male communities, if you get rejected you're a loser and a cuck , but that's so stupid, it's brave to put your heart out there and although the mc is a coward , atleast this once he confessed (not saying this manga is great tho, the art is immaculate but not worth it , i do not recommend). Like they call him a cuck for confessing and still paying her , essentially irl dating sim , but they refuse to criticize the fact that it's his family inheritance he's spending this way.

I already stopped reading this manga around chapter 10 , but I just recently saw it trending again.

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Rejection Sensitivity

Neurodiverse Journeys

[hotheadedhero]

Ok question how would the tmnt bros (all 4) react to someone having a crush on them, and they confess, but the turtle rejects at time... but later on he realizes no wait I actually do like them!

But theres already been like a good month or more since the confession and their crush has been sorta avoiding them by hanging out with the other turtle bros and though still being polite, they avoid like being alone with their turtle crush and try to act like they don't have a crush still(but they do)

Sorry if I didn't write the request right! and thanks for your writing I love how you write the turtles!

Frothing at the mouth. No words. Speechless. Thank you so much anon! This request is absolutely amazing and tugged at my heart in all the good ways, you beauty. So glad you like my writing tyty <3 Apologies for the wait btw :] I might have meddled with the idea a bit depending on the turtle but I hope this is the kind of thing you were hoping for! May even make a part 2 continuation because there was just so much to write, this was really a lot of fun so thank you again :P I let fate decide which version to base this on and we got Bayverse!

Rejection, Realisation, and Regret

Warnings: bad language, grovelling turtles for their idiocy, angst with this in mind, oh these boys are some real idiots

Part 2

Bay Turtles x Reader

Leonardo

Turns you down as gently as he can but it still feels like a sucker punch to the gut. It may sound calloused but he's a ninja, a mutant, a protector before anything else and that includes being someone's boyfriend. With a constructive discussion on the matter, he can only hope that you understand his position. You assured him that you did.

So, then, how is it that he barely gets a conversation in with you these days? And why does that fact burn a hole in his stomach? This pit, although metaphorical, weighs down heavily on him. Assumably, he’s missing one-on-one with a friend until it truly occurs to him just what exactly is going on. There's a lesson to be learned here, he's sure - a saying that goes around as if taken from an ancient script: you don't realise how good you have it until it's gone. You're not gone perse but you make a point of avoiding him individually. As well-mannered as you try to be, he's noticed and he's noticed the hurt in his belly that comes alongside it.

He thought things were okay, that despite the rejection, you would still be able to comfortably continue your friendship without any issues. It seems he managed even to fool himself. Being so caught up in what it means to be one of New York's self-acclaimed protectors, he was completely absentminded to the feelings that had been bubbling up inside him all along. No wonder he's been losing focus on his training as of late. He has attempted to try and talk to you about it but to no avail. Has your heart really been that broken?

For once, he doesn’t know what to do, or what decision should be made. He’s stuck between a rock and a hard place right now. Who's the one person he can turn to at a time like this? Come on. Who else would it be?

"Sensei, you know better than anyone that our position comes with complications. That we as ninjas are sworn to certain oaths.” 

"Yes, the duty of yourself and your brothers is indeed a heavy burden. Responsibility comes with risk and consequence as I am sure you are well aware of by now.” Splinter watches his son bow down as he thoughtfully strokes his beard.  "However, sensei, rat, master; alongside all of these things, I am foremost a father who wishes to see his sons be happy. You're in love, are you not?"

Leo’s attention quickly turns up from the floor to his master. How had he figured it out? Must be that parental instinct. Either way, he’s thankful for that in some respect. It makes this easier. Less complicated. 

The turtle nods and breathes out, "I am, Sensei."

"That's what I thought." His father lays a hand over Leo’s shoulder before it taps him against the side of his head. "Now, what are you waiting for? Talking to me isn't going to change the situation."

Splinter is right. It's high time for him to get out of his funk and strategise the best way to make amends. He can only hope he isn’t too late. 

Raphael

Rejects you thinking it was some sick prank curated by his youngest brother or something. There's no way you have a thing for him. He's a mutant and you're a human. How could someone actually be in love with a freak like himself? That's why he blows up in your face when you attempt to pour your heart out to him. Whatever joke you thought would be funny, isn't. 

He may have taken things out of proportion. This much is made obvious enough by the poorly thought-out excuses you make just to avoid being alone with him. Yeah, that's right, he thinks. You should feel ashamed for trying to pull a stupid stunt like that, for trying to mess with him. He's standing firm on his self-assurance. Don't think for a second that he's going to lose sleep over what he said that day.

However, life has a very funny way of playing its own game. It all comes to fruition when you're laughing with the leader of the brothers. When your hand landed on his forearm, Raphael was struck with something fierce. The shot of jealousy to his heart almost takes him for a wild spin but he disregards it for typical Leo/Raph rivalry. Until that night, anyway. This man is tossing and turning in bed, ruminating on that sickly feeling in his chest; losing sleep over it. No. Surely not. He isn't in love with you. This isn't something that's been in the making for however long now. So what if you managed to calm him down quicker than anyone else he's ever known? Big whoop if you used to make a point of checking up on him when no one dared to go near him. It’s no big deal that you’d hype him up and cheer him on before each mission. 

Fuck. He's been in love with you this whole time, hasn't he? Oh, you have got to be kidding. This was probably the only chance he had at something close to normal in his life and he trampled over it like it was nothing. That's assuming it was even genuinely meant from your end to begin with. He still has his doubts all things considered. Either way, he can’t just sit in bed and wallow in his head all night. He needs some air. 

"What crawled up your shell and died?"

Great. He had hoped to get some peace and quiet. Not that this city knows the definition of either word but that isn’t the point. 

"Not now, Jones. I ain't in the mood."

Casey's head rolls against his shoulders, and he sighs, "Hey, if this is to do with Y/n ignoring you, what do you expect? 'Can't just make someone cry and expect things to be okay after without an apology."

Raph's mask slowly descends and hoods over his eyes, those of which are now staring down the detective.

"Oh, shit. You didn't know?"

No. No, he did not. He really made you cry? Why would you-? Ah. Two things smack him up the head at this moment: you meant every word of what you admitted a month ago and he is an absolute asshole. Despite already living in the sewers, he feels like the scum of the Earth.

That's it. No more holding back. No more being chicken. He might have ruined his chance but he can at least try and make things right by you.

Donatello

Aloof. Absolutely aloof and utterly clueless to the fact that you were even trying to admit your feelings for him. Yet, the way that the whole situation plays out makes it seem as though he had denied you. His head is usually stuck in a book or on one of the many screens that litter his quarters. What can you really expect of him? Unfortunately, this isn’t something that comes to mind nor is taken into consideration when you attempt your casual proclamation. With his eyes glued to his computer, his inattentiveness could only be read as uninterest to which you find it’s probably best to withdraw yourself. 

In the weeks to come, it still doesn't even occur to him that you were confessing. The only thing that dawns on him from your weirdly abrupt absence is how strange it feels without you around. You still engage in your regular visits to the lair but are always elusive to his corner. Had he missed a memo? He can't quite place a finger on your change in behaviour. Then he realises just how much he enjoys and misses your presence. Even just how you'd pass by his little section of the lair and do something as small as asking him what he's working on. The small details should always get their chance in the spotlight but he managed to miss them when they were right there in front of him. When you were in front of him.

Subsequent to this steady progression of fluttering heart palpitations upon the thought of you and his drying throat when he tries to speak your way, he decides to take some action. At least, that’s the plan he has in his head. You hardly look his way, so he needs to find a way to gain your attention. There must be some way. With somewhat of an idea in mind, he dials a number through his computer and lets it ring. 

The other side of the line picks up and there’s a voice. “If this has anything to do with goons, aliens or whatever trouble you guys have gotten yourselves into, I don’t want any part of it.”

“Relax, Vern. This is something that entirely requires your expertise without life endangerment. I need to ask about women,” Donnie confirms, cutting right to the chase.

There’s a pause. "What-?” Another longer pause and then an inhale. “Can't you just ask one of your brothers or something?"

Yeah, right, because his family of sewer dwellers are so well-equipped for this matter. Even asking for Vern's aid is pushing the boat a little but it's better than nothing - a baseline structure of what to expect is all he needs. The internet would probably be more reliable but it doesn’t include that vital real-world experience.

"You engage in frequent courting. By all accounts, you're the only person I know who has enough field experience to give advice."

This might be giving Vern too much credit but this is a surefire way to get what he wants. Feeding a man's ego can accomplish many things. Call it manipulation of the circumstances if you will but no harm done. 

"You know what?” There’s a brightness in his tone, an uptilted cadence in Vern’s rhetorical question. Bingo. “You being the smart one has never been more accurate, Don. Alright, I'll help you."

The notes he takes are unfathomable but he wants to make sure that everything is thought out with careful precision. That's not even taking into account that he needs to muster the courage to ask you out in the first place.

Michelangelo

One would think that this guy would be jumping with unparalleled joy to have someone confess their feelings for him but he's got eyes for someone else. April O'Neil is his one true babycake, his angel face, the first love he had ever known. He turns you down in the friendly way one would expect him to if not a little cocky. Who wouldn't want a piece of the MC Mikey? There aren’t any hard feelings though, right?

Well, no but the sting that follows is still too much for you to handle. Too much in fact that you decide it's best to recoil into a shell of your own and spend less time with the loveable terrapin. Such a shame as well considering you're missing out on your regular gaming sessions together. It probably sucks big time to be rejected but he meant no harm by it. He thought you could still hang out as you normally would. Perhaps you just needed some time. That’s what he reckoned until the days turned to weeks and those weeks to almost two months. 

He’s subjected to playing bystander when you hang out with his family, barely getting a chance to have a word with you alone. If this treatment is good for anything, it gives him a chance to spectate and watch how you interact with those around you rather than directly with him. He recognises how much he adores that sparkle in your eyes, the playfulness of your tone when you crack out jokes with his brothers, how you light up the entire lair when you make your presence known. There is this unshakable spirit within you that he somehow never noticed until a few days prior when you took the liberty of playing an incredibly bold practical joke at Casey's expense. Man, this turtle's heart sored higher than it ever has before, which is saying something considering he had to jump out of a plane once.

Well, colour him surprised. He was so sure of himself that New York's favourite journalist was the only one for him but it seems he was wrong. Oh, man. He's feeling pretty bad now. He can surely make up for what happened though, right? Hopefully. There's only one way of finding out but he has one thing he needs to do first before talking to you.

"I'm sorry, angel face. My sights have been led astray. My loyalty shouldn’t be doubted but it’s for someone else now.” 

The way Mikey is knelt down, head lowered with April’s hands in his own is a perplexing sight if not curiously amusing. His feelings and the pronounced “dibs” on the reporter have been no secret but his recent infatuation with you hasn’t been much of a secret either. Not to her anyway but she likes to think she’s good at picking up on these things. 

“Just know that you'll always have a special place in my heart,” he finishes, ending the overly dramatised display by holding a fist to his chest. 

"Considerate as always." Her expression is somewhere between humoured and endeared, fighting the shake of her head at how adorably ridiculous this turtle can be. "Thanks, Mikey."

Now that's out of the way, he can go into this with a clear head. Although, the only thing really going into this is going to be all of his heart.