Requested by its_kassandra.
Alejandro Rosario - "Y/N ?" Alejandro whispered. "Mhmm" you replied. "I'm gonna go for a run okay ?" You nodded and checked your phone and noticed it was 6:10am, way to early for you to be up. You got up about 30 minutes later and made breakfast for Alejandro. He came in and headed straight for the room you two shared. "Alejandro, are you okay ?" He ignored you and kept tapping away at his phone. "Alejandro, did I do anything ?" You walked towards the bed where he was sitting. "Y/N, why are you with me and not Mattia ?" You laughed untill you realized he was serious. "Um maybe because I love you and not Mattia. Why are you asking that ?" He looked back down to his phone and kept texting. "Mattia is so much crazier and more fun than I am, you'd be better with him. I'm so boring. " You layed next to him and intertwined your fingers with him "Alejandro, I love your personality. You're not Mattia, and I don't want you to be Mattia." You gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "I love you" He whispered to you, "I love you too Alejandro." You answered resting your head on his chest
Anthony Reeves- He stood in the bathroom half naked, staring himself down in the mirror. You stood by the door unseen quietly observing your boyfriend pick away at his flaws. "Anthony?" You asked concerned as he sighed in discontent at his reflection. "Oh, (Y/N) I didn't know you were home. How long have you been standing there?" He asked slipping on his shirt and brushing past you. "Long enough," you say following him to your room, "why were you staring at yourself with no shirt on?" You ask trying to hide your giggle. "Nothing." He mumbles clearly upset. "Bullshit." You say firmly flopping down on your shared bed. Anthony stays quiet as he shuffles to where you are, crawling in beside you. "Are you going to tell me or are you going to let it bottle up inside of you until you snap?" "You're going to laugh at me or something." "No I won't. Now spill." You pry. Anthony sighs running his fingers through his brown hair before holding out his pinky. "Promise?" "Promise." You hook pinky's and Anthony lets out another shaky breath. "Idontunderstandwhyimsouglyorwhyyouevenlikeme." He blurts out quickly. "Okay, now say it so i'm able to understand you." You giggle straddling his lap slightly. "I'm ugly and I don't understand how someone as perfect as you could be attracted to me." He says softly. "Are you joking? You think you're ugly? For real? Name one thing about you that's so repulsive." "My acne." He mumbles and you scoff. "Anthony, I have it too." You say pointing to your multiple black heads and red spots. "But you can cover it up if you wanted too," he pouts voice cracking, "I have to live with the constant comments on my skin." A tear slips down his cheek and you realize that he really is feeling insecure and it's hurting him. "Who gives a shit?" You ask taking to fingers and tilting Anthony's head so his eyes meet yours. "I, personally, love your acne. It's one of my favourite physical features about your face. Reminds me that you're actually human and not some god sent to earth to destroy young females hearts." Anthony cracks a smile. "And, you wanna know what? Acne doesn't last forever. Give it a couple more weeks and you will be free from them." You smile kissing his cheek. "How did I get so lucky to have such a perfect girlfriend?" Anthony asks wrapping his arms tightly around you. "Nobody is perfect until you fall in love with them and lucky for you Reeves, I'm head over heels." You smirk before planting a soft kiss on your boyfriends chapped lips.
Blake gray - You found him huddled in the corner of his hotel room. The room was a mess. Clothes covering the floor, bed covers half on the bed, feathers floated slightly in the air from a broken pillow. It looked like a hurricane disaster zone and you knew exactly what hurricane had been through here. Hurricane Blake. You walked over to your boyfriend slowly and cautiously. Sliding down the wall and taking a seat beside him. "Go away (Y/N)." He snarled. "Not until you tell me what's up." You say calmly. "I messed up again in case you didn't notice. That's what's up." His voice cracked. "So you went all Godzilla on your hotel room? Babe it looks as if there's been a riot in here." You say picking up a pair of boxers and flinging them across the room. "You don't understand." He snapped. "Then help me. Help me to understand Blake, 'cause I'm not a mind reader." You say gently. "It's just so fucking hard. Everybody watching your every move, waiting for you to screw up. And there's just so much damn pressure. I never feel good enough. There's all these constant hate tweets directed towards me and and..." Blake broke down in sobs as you pulled him close. "I'm such a fucking failure." He cried into your shoulder. "No Blake, you're human. Everybody makes mistakes okay. Everybody feels judged or feels the pressure. I get hate too remember? Last week I called you in tears an you told me not to believe what they say because they were wrong and just looking for attention. Take your own advice sweetheart. You're not perfect and nobody should expect you to be. You're only you and that's more than good enough for me." You smile pulling him in for a long kiss. "I love you so much (Y/N)." Blake says as you wipe away his tears. "I love you too."
