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Masterlist
My collection of stories so far. Right now I only write for Dean Winchester.
Dean x Reader:
✨Effort
✨The Dress
✨Happy Birthday Baby
✨Covid Sucks
I crave INTIMACY desperately, but when I’m touched I pull myself away. It’s been so long since I’ve been able to allow anyone in my life.. I am triggered when I am hugged, kissed, admired by others and yet I disagree with them all.
Alan Grant HCs with self conscious S/O
Summary: Alan Grant headcanons with a female s/o who is self conscious about her body in the form of stretch marks, eczema, and big thighs.
Pairings: Alan Grant x Female s/o
Warnings: slight angst, slightly suggestive at the end but other than that its completely sfw, mention of stretch marks, eczema/acne, big thighs, tummy rolls.
Requested By: Anon request "Could I ask for headcanons for alan grant with a female s/o whos self conscious about her body? (like stretch marks, eczema, and big thighs)"
REMEMBER!! These things that i mention are completely normal, whether you are a male, female, no gender, skinny, plus sized, whatever you are you can experience any of these things, you are valid and you are beautiful! I love you!
Okay so first of all
Alan thinks you put the shine in sunshine
He adores you honey, EVERY part of you
He knows how insecure you can get if you're left to your own thoughts for too long and he understands it for the most part
so he does whatever it takes to remind you that you are the light of his life
This comes in to play when you two are relaxing at home, having a break from digging through sand in the blistering heat, and you have been upstairs trying on some new clothes you had bought
When you bought them, you were feeling like a lil baddie, you were happy, confident and you were at a crossroads because you didn't feel any of those things staring at your reflection right now.
You stared at your exposed stomach and thighs, standing in just your bra and underwear, and it seems to you that your brain put a spotlight on every one of your "flaws"
You couldn't see anything other than your thighs, covered in stretch marks, your stomach rolls bulging out more to you than they have before, your slightly inflamed eczema on your shoulders, and your acne littering the top of your breasts.
you didn't even know you were crying until you felt the cold feeling of the tears fall from your face to your neck.
Meanwhile, an alert Alan was standing in your bedroom doorway, watching as you subconsciously tried to push your stomach in.
He decided enough was enough when the tears started to fall, quickly making his way over to where you stood infront of the mirror.
You slightly jumped as Alan's arms wrapped around your middle, hands resting on your stomach, gently rubbing circles into your skin.
"Bad thoughts today, huh?"
he softly said into your ear, his warm breath bringing a certain comfort you've been searching for the past twenty minutes.
You'd whisper, body relaxed into his, allowing his hold to sort of protect you from your own mind.
"They're everywhere, Al.."
You'd whisper, talking about your marks and spots, sniffles slightly drowning out your words and tears beginning to pool in your eyes again.
Alan rests his chin on your shoulder, looking at you in the mirror, his hands rubbing at the stretch marks on your stomach, almost like he was rubbing them away for you.
"They're a part of you, my dear. It may seem like they're ugly but they are a part of what makes you the woman i adore and love."
he'd tell you, pressing small kisses on your shoulders
"What if i want them to go away?"
You'd ask him, your shaking voice slowly starting to calm
He would smile softly, his body slowly swaying both of you side to side.
"If you truly wanted them gone then id help you, well work together to help you see yourself the same way i do."
His words truly hit you deep. He loved you the way you were but he was more than supportive to help you "better" yourself if you were truly unhappy with the way you see yourself.
"Although i must admit, if they do go away i for sure will miss the feel of them."
Hed mumble into your neck, pressing soft kisses as his hands moved to rest right underneath your breasts
You and him both laughed a bit, your head turning to press a kiss to his cheek in a form of thanks, a small smile resting on your lips.
"now why don't we, get you into some comfy clothes and we can relax and i can show you all the parts of you that i adore."
Hed mumble, pressing a kiss to your lips as he swept you up into a bridal carry, carrying you off to the bathroom to take a romantic bath together ;)
He knew that the thoughts wouldn't be silent forever but he loves you and he would always be there to help you fight against them.
Word Count: 645
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"Let me prove that you can trust me more than you trust your demons."
Emily Yvonne
"The unsafe proyect"
open mailbox ⎙ ¹
tell me your situation, without fear I understand you I also went through ugly things
Stan enhypen ~ °
"The unsafe Proyect"
open mailbox ⎙ ²
A year ago I wouldn't believe that I had changed so much for a person, a year ago I didn't have such a unique friendship, one where in a short time I gained trust and affection. But today, I see that I have a true friendship, you earned my affection and my trust, I really love you very much, despite the fights, the bad times and the difficulties we have been able to have a lasting friendship, I know a lot about you, what It has happened to you, your bad friends, I know that you have had many difficulties throughout your life, I know that you have had a bad time on many occasions, but, I want to help you, help you see everything that you have not been able to, I want you to live all the happiness that you couldn't as a child, I want to make you happy, I want to help you improve in all aspects, I don't want you to be sad, I don't want to see you cry, I want to help you improve your life, because I love you so much, I love you too much, I want to see you laugh, I want to see you achieve all your goals and support you if you fail in any, I want you to know that I am here for you, that I am going to support you despite everything,have happened that it would be difficult to explain to the me of a year ago, I wouldn't know how to explain that despite the bad friends I had, there is one, one that is worth it, a friend who takes care of me, who wants to see me. happy, that she understands me, that she is always there when I need her, how to explain that there is a friend who makes me feel good, makes me happy, makes me feel safe, how to explain to me that you exist, that despite everything, you are there , and I know that you will always be there, it is difficult to explain, that with a hug from you you solve everything for me, you solve all my problems, it is incredible that with something so simple you can make all my problems disappear, but it is not something simple, Everything you do is not something simple, it is something wonderful, and if I'm honest, that day when you told me that you didn't feel good about our friendship and I called you to talk, I didn't feel good, I had a lot of problems and you came , you gave me a kiss and everything that happened to me disappeared, I didn't understand why, but I felt something wonderful, I felt that with that kiss, all those things that happened to me and they told me were gone, I felt that it didn't matter, because that I always say, if you are happy, I am happy. I love you very much and I want you to know that you are my band-aid, you are my lesson 650 ❤
Stay with people who make you deal with your problems and make you smile_ lesson 650.
from my friend, he writes very well <<33
I have an idea
Last year I became completely infatuated with someone's alternate universe. I read every single post with the tag in a day. When the feed ran dry, I began to explore the concepts myself, daydreaming scenes to fill in the gaps. How would this character get from post A to post B?
I decided I might contribute to my most favorite alternate universe by writing a fan fiction of the alternate universe. Not every idea jibed so well with the canon of the alternate universe, and over time my own alternate universe—an alternate alternate universe—has emerged.
Although they are different in several large ways, major elements of my alternate universe are instantly recognizable from the original alternate universe. These major elements are why I fell in love with the alternate universe in the first place, after all.
This creates a lot of trepidation. This writing project is the most alive I have felt in a long time. Although I am writing for myself, I would love nothing better than to give back to the community: "you've consumed every piece of media relating to this alternate universe... here's another! It's a little different, but it has the things that I love most about the alternate universe at its heart."
When I publish the first chapter and expose myself to Tumblr and Archive of Our Own, will the creator of the alternate universe like it or hate it? Will they misunderstand my intentions, and believe I am trying to force them out of their own alternate universe? Will they see it as something other than pure love and adoration for their ideas?
I know which outcome I want, and I hope that, when I publish, the creator sees it the way I do.
Jealousy
Pairing = none (hints of Finrod x Mairafinwë (OC)
Genre = General audiences
General ratings = angst & fluff
Content warnings = insecurities
Word count = 1,2k
Notes = Day 3 of @tolkienfamilyweek ! The prompt was ‘extended family’. Hope you enjoy!
When Artanis was born, people were awed at her resemblance to her grandmother, Indis. The same blond wavy hair, the same pale skin, the same blue eyes and heart shaped mouth. She was a beauty to behold and she knew it - was proud of it, even. But as she grew older, her ears started to bleed from comments made.
Mairafinwë was older. More mature. She looked like a carbon copy of Míriel Therindë, with Finwë’s eyes. The people who disliked (even hated, sometimes) Indis loved her. She was the reminder of the First Queen of the Noldor, and for some, the only one. Pale gray eyes, straight silver hair, a lovely smile blessing her face, Mairafinwë was considered the exemple. The one who elleth wished to be.
Artanis hated her. Hated how people compared her to her older cousin, how no matter what she did, some people prefered Mairafinwë over her. She was in a competition with someone who always won and she hated losing.
For a time, she found comfort in Írissë. They bonded over the feeling of not being enough in society’s eyes compared to their elder cousin. No matter what they did, people somehow thought Mairafinwë would have been better. She was older. Wittier. Prettier. At least, that was what people whispered.
But then, Artanis found herself alone again. Because when the first place of the competition is already taken, people look to the second one. And so, people began comparing her to Írissë. Artanis was witier, but Írissë funnier. Artanis was studious, but Írissë more carefree. Artanis stopped talking to Írissë. She hung out with her brothers or small group of friends, quietly drowning in her jealousy when Mairafinwë walked in the room and all eyes would turn towards her.
She was mortified when her father heard her complaining to one of her friends that people loved Mairafinwë more than her. He consoled her. Told her that yes, Mairafinwë was pretty, but that did not mean that she was lacking. It was simply because Mairafinwë went more outside to help her people, that she was the daughter of Fëanáro that she was more popular.
Artanis couldn’t help but wonder if people would have liked her more if she was her uncle’s daughter. Maybe then people would have talked about her in time with Mairafinwë. About how the two sisters were pretty equally, and witty too. She cried a bit that night, hating how emotional she was being.
~~~
Artanis and Írissë rekindled later on. It was awkward at first, the both of them unwilling to admit that they had let random ellon and elleth break their friendship apart. Instead of seeing Írissë as competition, Artanis saw her lovely cousin. The one who was beautiful, yes, but untamed and unapologetic. The one she became friends with years ago.
When Írissë came to her, looking like she had done something wrong, Artanis was intrigued. Her cousin was not often apologetic. Artanis understood why very quickly.
“I’m telling you, she is quite lovely.. she… I don’t know, she’s kind and collected and she enjoys joking around! I-.. we’re friends..” said Írissë about Mairafinwë, wringing her hands as she had trouble putting her thoughts into words.
“Friends? With her?” Artanis replied, betrayal crossing her face. Mairafinwë had always seemed mean to her, as she never did anything to stop people from comparing her to her cousins.
“Artanis… she.. she is-.. I met her some time ago and she was really kind, you know? I mean, I was really mean towards her, because I didn’t like her, but she was still calm and generous with her compliments! She said-“ Írissë choked on her emotions, her eyes becoming flooded with tears. “She said I was one of the most beautiful elleth she had ever seen. That- that my personality was refreshing.”
Írissë’s eyes begged Artanis to understand.
Artanis tried. She really did.
But she couldn’t.
~~~
Artanis spent her days in her home, sadness clinging to her like a leech. Her family did everything they could to cheer her up, in vain. She missed Írissë and yet, she could not go past the feeling of betrayal. She did not know what to do anymore. On top of that, Finrod was spending less and less time with her, preferring to go somewhere else, with someone else. He did not even tell her who it was that was stealing her brother away.
~~~
Artanis swore her heart broke when she saw that Finrod was walking hand-in-hand with Mairafinwë. He beamed at her as she laughed, her laugh sounding prettier than a bird’s song. First her best friend, now her oldest brother? Why did everyone prefer Mairafinwë over her? Why was she not enough? What did her cousin have that she didn’t?
Sadness was an emotion that Artanis was uncomfortable with. She didn’t like feeling her sadness. And so, sadness transformed into anger. Anger at Mairafinwë, for stealing everyone she loved away. Anger at Írissë and Findaráto for letting her. Anger at herself for not seeing it sooner.
Later on, when Findaráto left Mairafinwë to go back home, Artanis came out of her hiding spot to march towards her cousin. Mairafinwë looked at her surprised, but strangely, still smiled at her. Artanis was fuming.
“Who do you think you are?” Artanis started, emotions making her forget the speech she had prepared some time ago.
“Excuse me? I’m not sure I follow you-“
“Why do you want to make me miserable? Why are you trying to steal everyone I have, huh? I really don’t understand why people like you, you-you’re…!” Artanis said, stopping herself from insulting Mairafinwë as she noticed the compassionate look on her cousin’s face.
“Artanis.” Mairafinwë started, and something in her gentle voice made the blond calm down slightly.
“I am not trying to make you miserable. I am not trying to ‘steal’ anyone from you, and I am deeply sorry if I came across that way. I’ve heard from Írissë that people compare me to you often.” Artanis winced at the last sentence, a bit embarrassed but not really knowing why.
“That is unacceptable. You know, I was just like you once. I know how you feel.” She said, making Artanis frown. Mairafinwë smiled slightly at her cousin, taking her hand in hers.
“I see that you don’t believe me. Let me explain. I sculpt, just like my mother. In my debuts, people would often compare my work to my mother’s, saying that hers was better. Objectively, I knew they were right, but it still hurt. No matter how much I improved, my mother’s works were always better, prettier, more well done. And I began to resent my ammë for that. I felt guilty, though, for it was not her fault. She came to me one evening, tears in her eyes. Asked me why I never talked to her anymore. And I felt ashamed of myself. I explained everything that weighed on my heart, and she understood. From then on, anyone that compared my work to hers was banned from ever coming back to see our work.” Mairafinwë said, sometimes squeezing Artanis’ hand.
“I know it’s not exactly the same situation, but I think it’s the same moral. You shouldn’t let others’ mean comments bring you down, but if they still do, communicate. I’ve made it clear that it was abhorrent to compare me to you in such ways. I do not know you well, Artanis, but that doesn’t mean I wish for you to suffer.”
Artanis choked back a sob, willing the tears in her eyes to go back where they had come from. It was… reassuring in a way, to hear that Mairafinwë understood. She smiled at her older cousin, squeezing her hand.
It was the start of a friendship.
End notes : Reblogs and likes are always immensely appreciated!
Ego = Pride and Arrogance
Ego = Inferiority complex, Insecurities, Trust issues, Fear of Abandonment, Need for external validation, lack of self confidence.
Here's an example for these kind of fan fic:
Infinity war cast x short!insecure!rader
Summary: Reader is 4'11 and insecure about it but her cast mates and fans show her that she's beautiful.
Warrings: None
A/N: Reader here uses she/her pronouns. Also english isn't my first lamguage so I'm sorry for my grammar.
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Y/N Y/L/N had always been self-conscious about her height. At 4'11, she often felt like she was constantly overlooked and underestimated, especially in the cutthroat world of Hollywood. But when she landed a role in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, she knew that she had to put her insecurities aside and bring her A-game.
At the Infinity War panel, Y/N was nervous. She had never been in front of such a large audience before, and she was worried that her height would be a topic of ridicule. But as she took her place on stage alongside her fellow cast members, she was surprised to hear them all gushing about how much they loved her petite stature.
"Y/N is a powerhouse, despite her size," Chris Evans said, earning cheers from the audience. "She's got more energy and spunk than any of us combined."
Robert Downey Jr. chimed in, "And let's not forget how easy it is to maneuver her around during fight scenes. It's like having a little ninja on set."
Y/N blushed, feeling grateful and relieved that her height was being celebrated rather than criticized. And the positive feedback didn't stop there. As she walked around the convention center, fans approached her to tell her how much they loved her portrayal of her character and how they admired her confidence and talent.
But perhaps the most memorable moment of the day was when Tom Holland, her mischievous co-star, snuck up behind her and lifted her off the ground, spinning her around in a playful prank. The crowd erupted in laughter, and Y/N couldn't help but join in.
In that moment, Y/N realized that her height wasn't something to be ashamed of. It was a part of who she was, and it made her unique and memorable. She felt a newfound sense of confidence and pride in herself and her abilities, and she knew that she had the support of her cast and fans behind her.
From that day forward, Y/N Y/L/N embraced her height and all the quirks and challenges that came with it. And as she continued to shine on screen and in public appearances, she inspired others to do the same, proving that sometimes the things that make us different are the very things that make us great.
a major insecurity of mine has been me being thin as fuck and a lot of people dont get it like my mum is always like „appreciate that you are thin“ and „some people would die for a body like that“ and i am like no i dont like looking like a skeleton with big tits m’am i want to have fucking juicy as thighs because it is THE HOTTEST thing i have ever seen in my entire life every time i see a woman with thick thighs i‘ll be down on my fucking knees like please madam PLEASSE KEHSISVSUDVDKDVSJSH
a major insecurity of mine has been me being thin as fuck and a lot of people dont get it like my mum is always like „appreciate that you are thin“ and „some people would die for a body like that“ and i am like no i dont like looking like a skeleton with big tits m’am i want to have fucking juicy as thighs because it is THE HOTTEST thing i have ever seen in my entire life every time i see a woman with thick thighs i‘ll be down on my fucking knees like please madam PLEASSE KEHSISVSUDVDKDVSJSH
The Root of Michael’s Insecurity
•Michael hasn’t been revealed in game, and we don’t even know if every time we’ve met him, it’s actually been him.
•We learned a little bit about the Celestial Realm through one of the latest moments in game. Which deals with “Father”
I honestly doubt there is an antagonist in this game. This game isn’t surrounded by the “hero vs. villain” concept. It’s mainly about broken characters trying their best to improve themselves. I feel like it’s obvious that Michael is also a broken character. From when we’ve met him (the moments we believe we did, at least) he’s always hid himself. Even when we did meet him in person (not in his own skin) he didn’t give off much confidence to me. To me, Michael seems like a very insecure person.
•However, I believe that ties into “Father” who I assume is Obey Me’s version of God.
I believe Michael’s insecurities didn’t stem from Lucifer simply existing. It might be a far stretch with pretty much zero evidence, but it’s a belief.
I think Father has a role in Michael’s insecure behavior, a major role at that. Clearly Lucifer was the pride of the Celestial Realm, which makes me wonder if he was what Father took pride in. I know it’s far fetched, but hear me out:
Favoritism Between Siblings:
•Lucifer was given the Ring of Light and Michael was given the Ring of Wisdom. While the Ring of Light was made from gold/silver, the Ring of Wisdom was made of brass/iron. That’s a big difference. (Like, c‘mon, at least give Michael silver.) If these were given to each by Father, which I assume they are, that’s clear favoritism. The sheer difference in material alone shows who was the clear favorite.
If I’m being honest, that’s really all the evidence I have of clear favoritism as we don’t know a lot about the Celestial Realm and Father. Hell, we know almost nothing about Michael and other Angels. However, this small, vague amount of evidence still leads me to believe Father has some role to play in the way Michael turned out.
•Michael’s insecure, I feel like that should be a given. He hides himself every time we meet him. Whether it be from a ray of light or even someone else’s body, we never see Michael. This is a man who is hiding himself, it’s a part of his character. Again, insecurity doesn’t stem from someone simply existing. I say, Father’s favoritism is the root of the problem.
•I say Father has favorites between all his children, and Michael is not one of them. Michael being the one Father looks past could be the root of his insecure behavior. It could be why he doesn’t show his face: he is the opposite of Lucifer. Michael is the opposite of Father’s favorite, looks wise at least. It’s been said that Michael and Lucifer are opposites, and Lucifer seems to be Father’s favorite. Michael being very loyal to Father, yet not being his favorite had to take a toll of what he thought of himself. His own creator chose another over him, instead of being fair to each. To add, this might also be the root of Michael’s obsession with Lucifer.
An Obsession Caused By Insecurity:
•It’s been said that Michael was a bit of a creep and has an obsession with Lucifer. He would sneak into Lucifer’s room and even had a shrine with his things. This isn’t even an attachment, it’s a major obsession. I’d say, Michael is obsessed with Lucifer because he’s Father’s vision of perfection. Michael is not the favorite, probably not even after the war. Michael probably found flaw after flaw in himself because of the favoritism Father (shamelessly?) displayed. He doesn’t look like Lucifer, he doesn’t look like Father’s favorite. He probably thought that Lucifer must’ve been what everyone thought was perfection. He must have thought that he was completely flawed because he wasn’t Lucifer.
•If anything, the shrine could be to showcase to Michael what he wished he could be. The thing he desired most, his ideal way of showing himself. Sneaking into the room is creepy in itself. I can’t defend that in any way. But, I’d say Michael did it because he wished to be close to what he wanted for himself.
•Michael most likely found himself pointing out every little thing about his personality and visuals. That’s probably why he hides himself. He looks nothing like Lucifer and is so insecure about it he doesn’t want to be seen. The favoritism got to his head and he sees himself as imperfect.
The Final Statement:
•Michael’s insecure behavior didn’t come from nowhere. I haven’t seen anyone dive into why Michael would be insecure, and I see why: There’s little to zero evidence about the reason. We know nothing about him, and I think that’s the point.
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Michael is very insecure, I’ve said that many times. His insecure attitude towards himself probably came from Father and his favoritism. The whole Ring of Light and Wisdom situation, Lucifer being the pride of the Celestial Realm, all of it must’ve come to a head. It most likely broke Michael knowing he would never be Father’s favorite. He is Lucifer’s polar opposite by looks, and most likely personality. They have different interests, styles of punishment, and completely different personalities from the way Michael has acted in the past.
•Not only has Michael hid himself behind someone else’s body, but when in his true body, his first instinct was to run. When Raphael confronted him about his actions, he ran. He physically ran away from his problem. That’s insecurity in its finest form. Again, coming from favoritism. He isn’t Lucifer. He isn’t confident and prideful like him. He doesn’t seem to exert confidence, not the way Lucifer does, at least.
This may or may not be true. It’s a speculation and I had to read far between the lines for this idea.
I have typically just ridden the wave and remembered that this is a cycle that happens, so it isn't that my work has gotten worse, I'm just in that stage of the cycle. Would love to know if there are better ways, though
Okay, Tumblr writers.
We all know how many, even most, of us periodically get maudlin about our work and our skills as writers and whether or not anyone even likes our work and what they like about it and whatever.
I am trying very hard to be less maudlin all over other people all the time, especially on social media.
So what are y'all's coping mechanisms for these periods? I'm in need.
No amount of words can express how much I just want to be tall.
As a woman attracted to women it's so confusing to me how belly rolls/bumb, hip dips and stretch marks are so fucking hot and cute when I see them on other women
They have me DROOLING, heart racing, internally screaming, kicking my feet, IT'S SO FUCKING GORGEOUS, BEAUTIFUL, GODDESS, OMG, BARK BARK-
*coff, coff*
Ehem, continuing...
But I have those same qualities myself and they make me insecure...
Is this common for people attracted to women?
Aragorn with a very insecure f!reader
Warnings: Aragorn beeing obvious and sweet, insecuritys, heavy make out, say when i missed something
He may be obvious about the whole insecure thing because he doesn't care if she is thin or a bit chubby
She always wears oversized clothes
She doesn't want to wear dresses because she thinks it will make her look worse
he said to her that she should wear more dresses (he doesn't know of her thoughts)
While in the fellowship Aragorn makes sure she gets more than enough food which unfortunatly only fuels her insecurities
She starts to ask him for his shirts because her oversized clothes got a bot too small for her liking but his are just right
What she doesn't knows is that she didn't grow fatter (like she tells herself), she just got so much muscles from all the sword training and fighting
Eventually he will catch up on the matter (after basically everyone in the fellowship told him)
He instantly went to her and assured her that she is not fat and maybe hugs her too
She appologieses over and over again, crys in his chest and explains that she can't help herself but think that she is fat
He listen and comforts her and says something like "i don't care if you are a bit chubby or thin, i love you all the same. *leans next to her ear and whispers* and if i can say this, but i actually prefere you like you are now because then you are like a big teddy bear for me when we cuddle at night"
At this she blushes reeeally heavy at his comment
Heavy make out session
Aragorn has to reassure her for a few more times but she can believe it now that she is not fat
I have worked so hard To love myself again And you shall not let me