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[abbacchiosbelt]

who are the top 3 guys you would pair with a girl whose been in an abusive relationship (emotionally and physically) where she was cheated on and was into "bad boys"? Currently she has trust issues on dating men, thinking that they are all cheaters that just want her for sex and don't care.

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1 - Avdol is wonderfully understanding - he’s incredibly intuitive and can read your expressions and body language like a book. He is also very empathetic. While he hasn’t been through what you have, he’ll give you all the time in the world to become comfortable around him. Avdol always asks how you’re feeling and never forgets to ask for permission before initiating affection. He’d never pressure you into anything - and he’s willing to go as slowly as you want if and when you are ready to take the relationship further. He’s an incredible boyfriend.

2 - Bruno may technically be a “bad boy” due to his occupation… but he’s honestly an amazing partner. He’s been through a lot of trauma in his life, so he understands needing to take things on the slow side. He’s always willing to be a shoulder to cry on, or for someone you to vent your issues to. Bruno takes things as slow as you need and encourages you with gentle words and positive affirmations. He’s willing to wait for sex, and he’ll never push you.

3 - Gyro is eccentric and weird but he’s hopelessly devoted to you, and would do anything to make you happy. He’s well-aware that you might not trust him because of his background, but he’s more than willing to prove that you can trust him. He’s a great listener, but he’s also good at distracting you if you’re having a hard time. He’s great about asking you if certain things are okay, and doesn’t lay a hand on you unless you give him consent. He’ll shower you with compliments and affection without being asked. He has no problem waiting for intimacy, and wants to make sure you’re ready before pushing anything. (He won’t even make jokes about it!)

[abbacchiosbelt]

I'm so curious as to why ciocolata wants a baby from secco and the reader in your violent intimacy Fic 😟😟 whats gonna happen Please I need some insight 😭😭

idk if the requester had an idea or not! but personally i do not endorse writing anything that involves harm to children, so i’d imagine cioccolata takes decent care of the reader while they’re pregnant (insofar as they’re kept healthy for the pregnancy’s sake.) 

it doesn’t matter if the baby has traces to reader or secco, so i imagined the baby would just go up for adoption. or for some reason the baby is kept and raised like a normal kid because cioccolata does what he wants, i guess. either way, the baby will be safe!

[janiedean]

@idontwantto10 aaand okay it didn’t take me five days, but:

show yourself, destroy your fears, release your mask, jaime & cat, jaime/cersei (NEGATIVELY DISCUSSED), implied ned/cat, R, warnings on ao3 but implied past abusive/emotionally manipulative rship/csa/the likes, 4,7k

“What — oh,” he says, with a self-deprecating tone she never heard from him. “Sorry. I’m adjusted to — to her. I guess I chased the RABIT, didn’t I?”

“You did,” she says, but without reproach. “And I think I owe you a few apologies after we’re done here.”

“Wait, you what?”

“Listen, there’s a damned category four outside here and I can’t waste time telling you that looking inside your head on one side was fucking worrying and on the other made me realize I had pegged you completely wrong. Now, we can do that later like civilized people or we can fuck this up and we can die in what, twenty minutes? I don’t know, but I’d pick the first if I were you. And after what I’ve seen, I have zero reserves about drifting with someone who’s obviously way more competent than he let on, so… are you getting your arse in gear or not? Because we’ve got a kaiju to kill.”

Or: in which Catelyn Tully isn't looking forward to drifting with Jaime Lannister whatsoever, but what she sees in the drift might change her mind.

have fun ;)

[atinystar]

@sevenmccns​ ​

Many things felt weird about her arrival to her father’s and uncle’s hometown. First her father just died, not due to the cancer that spread by his body, but rather the easier and faster route as some said, along her mother that cowardly didn’t want to face the world without her other half, having no regards for her own child, that suffered just as much, even if Morgan didn’t want to give that mind, since after all her parents never truly cared and she was nothing but an accessory. It still left a bad taste on her mouth when pondering about them in such a way, because in the end of the day, she knew her parents were surely a similar product of the media and the side effects fame had on people as she also was in part and in the end of the day, they were dead and the only parents she ever had, so she felt weird to think of them in such a way. She couldn’t help but still wonder if all of this her uncle was doing for her was to get his hands on the money, although he said that her nanny’s reasons could be those as at least he was family, he had reasons to care about his own niece and this would all mean that she was there, free, without any excuses to dip herself head first into recovery.

Either way, with a sigh, she finally left her uncle’s car after what seemed like at least fifteen minutes and observed the wooden large cabin he was living in by the rural area of the country and stood there with her hands by her sides once up, simply holding a small purse in one hand as he didn’t trust her to take anything else. “You should focus only on getting back on your feet.” He said, with a certain reason. Morgan had been extremely sick with an eating disorder as one of the means to cope with what went in her head and around her toxic life and now that she was there to recover, he sort of was being protective of her as her father should of had done.

“Let me at least help you with one bag? The smallest I brought, please?” She still offered, but he still shook his head as he came back out after a while, to reach in again for the trunk on the old vehicle to take out another bag with grunt, which had her feeling guilty, because she knew well she body checked herself in a few of the outfits she brought along, she knew they wouldn’t fit in a while if indeed managing to gain the weight, but the teenager wasn’t yet ready to get rid of them, although having her first step taken, which was admitting she had a problem.

“Wait a bit for us to be done, then -- I’d say we have something for lunch. Do you feel like you can do that for me? I thought we could go to a place nearby to eat and then show you around town?” The male suggested, uncertain of his words and what that would imply, since he didn’t understand the situation, but also didn’t meant to have her run back to the Hell hole she was by before or throw her into any place without knowing if what he was doing was right. Besides, he wasn’t even a girl or had anyone around, so he thought that going to the dinner, talking to the owner there and the girls there could maybe work? Maybe Jackson took a bigger bite than what he could chew by trying to help the girl, but he couldn’t also just stand there and continue to see his family ruin.

“I guess I can try? I don’t really know if I can enter there and really eat much, but I did agree that I needed help. I am here for that. I also could ask anyone if they know recovery centers. I don’t think I can do this on my own.” Her arms crossed as a protective measure, taking comfort in how her still loose sweater hugger her frail frame and nodded to her uncle, waiting for him to be done over with, so they could go to the said place to lunch or try to lunch in by. She felt the tension built up again, but instead of chasing another fight with her uncle, she just tried to cooperate and followed out into whom knew were with a deep sigh. She didn’t want to go, she didn’t want to eat, she didn’t want to face reality, nor what all happening meant, but she would at least try to.