Vandahama

“She didn’t need to be saved. She needed to be found and appreciated for exactly who she was.”

— j. iron word

Jo & Laurie

~ Little Women by Greta Gerwig

(with coloured pencils!)

thinking about this scene again since watching Barbie

Imagine lending books to someone and they sent you flowers pressed in between the pages.

É necessário reconhecer que o melhor conforto é estar em paz consigo mesmo.

-n.

toxic!rafe manhandling toxic!reader when she gets bratty or snappy with him

warnings: dealer!rafe, sorta toxic relationship, cheating accusations, arguing, cussing, yelling, physical violence

[11:15 PM] ‘ray <333’ stopped sharing location with you

“what the fuck?” you sat up, staring at the words on your screen like they weren’t real. you called him not once, not twice, but ten times until you were pacing back and forth, imagining your boyfriend balls deep inside someone else. he said he’d be out dealing with barry on the cut, and that was more than enough reason for you to think of the worst. eventually you calmed down, your head shooting in the direction of the door once you heard it open. “what are you doing up still?” rafe tossed his keys on the dresser, plopping down on the bed with a sigh.

“it’s two in the morning, rafe.” your voice was eerily calm, immediately making his eyebrows knit in confusion. “yeah, and?” he reached for your arm, which you pulled away. “what the fuck is wrong with you?” he got up, dragging you with him. “why did you turn off your location?! you didn’t answer any of my calls.. what do you expect me to think?!” you shouted, pushing him in the chest, which turned out to be useless because he didn’t even budge. “i expect you to understand that if i’m not answering the phone it’s because i’m busy conducting business,” his grip on your wrists made your skin burn, “i didn’t just stop sharing my location, but i turned my phone off altogether because barry gets all fuckin’ paranoid. i wasn’t fucking around if that’s what you think.” you narrowed your eyes at him.

“you’re a liar.” you shoved him again, this time making him stumble. “how many times have i told you that i don’t even want to look at anyone else, let alone fuck them?! while you’re here driving yourself crazy, i’m out there making money for us so i could keep you happy,” he followed you into your shared closet, taking the bag you were stuffing clothes in, “you’re not going anywhere.” you shot daggers at each other, both of you fuming with anger. “i know that look in your eye. don’t do anything stupid, y/n.” you glanced at the keys on the dresser, rafe already two steps ahead of you as he picked you up and pinned you down to the bed. you let out a yelp, unable to move underneath his weight.

“i love you, alright? i would never hurt you like that. what did i say when i first put that promise ring and that pretty little finger?” your gaze softened, as did rafe’s. “you said you’d always be honest with me.” he nodded, letting your hands free. “i meant every word.” his voice was barely above a whisper as he leaned in slowly, taking your lips in a gentle kiss. as much as you adored this soft side of rafe, you couldn’t help but grind against him, his teeth nipping your bottom lip in response. “now i have to fuck you back in your place.”

When you convince yourself that you are a specific “type” of person, you often only limit yourself. “I’m just a sadder person” “i’m just a fucked up person” “i’m a person whom people just don’t understand” Okay? What about all the time you have to transcend that? Authenticity requires allowing yourself to expirence all the states you are capable of. You’re allowed to be different every day. Don’t let arbitrary categories become essential to your identity and restrict you in your becoming. You as a human have received the gift of fleetingness and adaptability: you are not a fixed, one dimensional entity. Treat yourself like the complex and versatile person that you are.

when two dumbos gettin’ into a fight…

these dumbos running into the fire while their parents losing their sight for a damn second…

Darwin shoving players while Kostas getting shoved and apprehended by Andreas..

Look how differently the treatment the two Nunezs got in here…

Darwin gotten away with murder while kostas have to go to the corner to contemplate his wrongdoing 💀

god i love this season man…

arranged marriage with Rafe Cameron

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◆ you've known you would marry him since you were children. your parents had made the deal and you couldn't do anything against it.

◆ but Rafe never tried to get to know you much. he wasn't really interested in you, and you not as much in him either.

◆ still you stuck up for each other when you needed to. like when your ex threatened to post your nudes, Rafe took care of it, bc he knew it would taint his image in the process if anything like that was to happen to you.

◆ you hung out with mutual friends sometimes, your best friends being in relationships with Topper and Kelce for some time didn't leave you much choice there

◆ you didn't like his dealing, or how the coke made him act. but you didn't dare say a word about it to no one.

◆ as soon as High School was over the wedding was scheduled and the engagement announced

◆ no one but the two of you and your family had known, which meant that your friends were both excited for you and also a bit angry for never telling them the truth

◆ your floor length bridal gown was a sight for sore eyes, and even Rafe had to admit to himself that he could've gotten it way worse.

◆ it was a nice wedding, and you did your best to act more than friendly towards the man who was now your husband

◆ you danced with him, cut the cake, laughed and posed for pictures. picture perfect just like everyone expected it of you.

◆ and Rafe did the same, and more. for some reason he found it difficult to actually take his eyes off of you.

◆ he didn't like this new feeling that started brewing inside him. the idea that he might actually not need his plan B of having multiple flings on the side just to survive a marriage with you.

◆ no, the way you smiled at the flower girl and how you looked up at him through your long lashes, how gracefully you moved over the dancefloor and made it look like you were in fact floating and the way had not yet restored back to your usual shot drinking to survive a function (something he had picked up on in the last few months of having to plan a wedding with you). all of you made him be more and more interested in you, and that was what really confused him.

◆ he was never the type of guy to fall for anyone just because they looked pretty and smiled politely. but for some reason you did it all and he didn't mind it.

◆ when the night ended and you got to your hotel room, you made it clear to him that you wouldn't sleep with him. ever.

◆ Rafe actually respected your wishes and took the second bed that was part of the huge suit they had booked.

◆ but this just led to him watching you take off the dress and be left with the most daringly beautiful lingerie set he had ever laid his blue eyes upon

◆ you liked dangling yourself in front of him, making him see what he could never have because you had promised yourself to not give into it.

◆ he was your husband, but only on paper.

◆ that's how you found yourself lying in an empty bed, with him across the room from you, similarly lonely tucked into his sheets while doing boring small talk

◆ it was like a very bad first date. the bad part being mostly the fact that it wasn't a date at all, but your wedding night.

◆ you spent the whole honeymoon slowly getting to know each other and not trying to fight him on every little thing he did wrong in your eyes.

◆ once you got back home your friends were bludgeoning you with questions about how he was but you just shrugged and pretended to not care

◆ you didn't wanna tell them that you had secretly started to actually like him and that your body seemed to do even more than that.

◆ it took a whole year for the both of you to admit your feelings to each other. you caving in first and being scared shitless while confessing your love to him.

◆ and to your own and his surprise Rafe said it back instantly, no thoughts about it or anything. it was like he had just waited for you to do it.

◆ that night you slept together for the first time and you were more than impressed by him.

◆ it was like your actual honeymoon had finally started because the both of you wouldn't be seen outside of your own house and estate for a whole month.

◆ you were like bunnies, fucking anywhere and everywhere no matter what or who might be watching.

◆ the staff was scared to even walk into a room without having their eyes closed first.

◆ and over the years some might've hoped you would stop or take a break from how much the two of you wanted each other, but that was not the case.

◆ and with two kids running around and a third one on the way, Rafe was still not satisfied and he was already planning how to knock you up for a fourth and fifth and maybe even sixth time.

◆ for someone who had hated the idea of marrying a near stranger, Rafe and you really were a perfect match in every possible way

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please don't copy and/or post my work onto other platforms! ~e©ho