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fanfiction writers are the literal backbone of society
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happy holidays to these pictures of mike faist specifically
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Taking anti-depressant pills?? Seeing a therapist??? Journaling??? No need babe, my fav writer just dropped another x reader fic
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the bond between a girl and their favorite fictional man is both an unstoppable force and an immovable object
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Mike Faist - West Side Story LA Premiere // December 2021
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dating art donaldson @ xmas
might write a one shot 4 this idk
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Benjamin Zephaniah
15th April 1958 - 7th December 2023
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Bane x GN!reader
You're very self conscious about your body and think that Bane wants and deserves so much better than you
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SFW-Body image issues, crying, hurt/comfort, fluff
All you saw were imperfections: stretch marks, blemishes, scars, nothing beautiful to you in the slightest. You stood in front of the mirror staring at your figure. Nothing was perfect. Not for you. Not for him.
You wanted to cry. Most people felt at least decent about their bodies and here you were, standing in front of a mirror, sucking in your stomach, pulling at your skin, just staring at everything you hated.
You felt defeated. All you wanted to do was feel confident, feel beautiful. Not necessarily for you, but for him.
You could feel the tears about to fall from your eyes when the door opened and you quickly brushed them away. "What are you doing?" He asked, setting his stuff down next to the bed and turning to look at you standing next to the mirror.
You took a breath, trying to hold back your tears "Bane, am I ugly...?" You asked quietly, bringing your hands up to cover your face, unable to hold back your tears.
As you stood there crying you felt two large arms wrap around your waist pulling you into a tight hug. He rested his head on your shoulder looking into the mirror. The scene of you crying making his heart shatter.
"How could you even ask something like that?" He asked, his voice quiet and sorrowful. You let out a sob hearing the tone of his voice: heartbreak.
"I'm sorry" You said quietly. "Don't apologize." He said soft but sternly. "I just...I don't know what to do." He looked at you with a confused expression. "About what?"
"Look at you and look at me; you're so perfect and I'm just...me. Why do you love me?" You asked quietly, looking at yourself in the mirror before you. You looked up to see the reflection of his eyes: sorrow.
"Is that what you really think?" He asked, still holding you close against him. All you could do was nod. He turned you so you were facing him, slowly bringing his hand up to wipe away your tears. You didn't want to look at him, fearing if you did you'd only cry harder.
"Look at me. Please." He said, lifting your chin up to look at him. You slowly opened your eyes to meet his gaze. His eyes filling with tears. "You are everything I could ever want. You are my everything, my muse, my life. Never doubt that, my love. You're perfect" You let out a small sob, a mix of happiness and anguish.
He pulled you into a hug as you rested your head on his shoulder. "What did I ever do to make you think of yourself this way?" He askes, gently caressing your back. "You did nothing, you never have. I just...why me? You could have anyone on this earth. Why someone like me?" You asked, looking up into his eyes searching for a response.
He stood there silently for a moment before placing his hands on your hips. "Turn around." "What?" You asked, visibly confused. "Go on. Turn around."
You hesitantly turned around to face the mirror once more. "You want to know why you're perfect?" Before you could respond he gently wrapped his arms around your waist once more, placing his head on your shoulder. "My arms wrap perfectly around your beautiful figure. I get the privilege of resting my head on your shoulder. To be able to look in the mirror and see those mesmerizing eyes of yours. You're my perfect fit, in every possible way, my love."
A tear fell from your eye, not from sorrow but from happiness. He held you tighter as you placed your arms on his, taking in the moment. He loved you. Every imperfection, every flaw, everything you hated. All you could do was savor the moment, turning to give him a proper hug. "I would give the world to see you; every part of you."
"I love you so much." You said, holding him tightly. "I would trade the stars for you my love. Don't you ever forget that."
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and what if i said that i wanted art donaldson to be my malewife house husband who cooks me dinner and only wears an apron???? THEN WHAT??
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MIKE SCHIMDT P LINKS
mdni - mike schmidt p links from twitter
mike fingering you
mike eating you out
riding mike
mike n ur tits
thigh riding w/ mike
mike taking care of you
mike n ur tits pt 2
#p links#twt links#mike schimdt x reader#mike schmidt#mike schimdt smut#josh hutcherson#josh hutcherson x reader#josh hutcherson smut#fem!reader
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