#Feeling insecure

[let-me-be-skinny-and-pretty]

[meddiemight]

He's insecure :(

[sweetdarling27]

Is my love suffocating you?

Am I too clingy? Too needy?

Am I annoying you?

Asking for too much of your time?

Too fucking bad

[prettyinpink69]

♥︎Thick thighs, pretty eyes♥︎

Wc: 500

Warnings: body issues, self deprecation, slightly suggestive ending

Reblogs are appreciated<3

This is my first time writing something that isn't smut so... I hope you enjoy <3

Insecurity. One thing you had always dealt with your whole life, obviously when you became a teen it got worse, but it never really left you. However Sevika caught you self deprecating yourself before you when realised you were most of the time, like right now. She had told you to get ready for dinner, wear something nice but not too dressy because to sevika it was 'just dinner'.

You stood there smoothing the dress down over your stomach again and again, in your mind you believed that if you carried on smoothing it down you might actually look smaller. "Come on get it together..." you mutter to yourself. But that never worked, your eyes roamed over your plump arms which were on show as your dress had spaghetti straps. Dark green, silk, a slit up the side revealing the skin of your thick thigh, and the cellulite that comes along with it. Then you look at the black chucky heels on your feet, a strap around your ankle, you knew in your mind it was on the loosest hole of the buckle because you had 'fat ankles'.

Tanned, rough hands gripping your love handles through the silk of your dress snaps you out of your thoughts. "You look... absolutely perfect. Whatever bullshit your brain is telling you ignore it." Sevikas voice was a low growl, yet still held a hint of softness. Her hands moved to roam over your stomach and you sighed "I just... I think it would look better on sombody... smaller." You lift your eyes to meet hers through the mirror, which you instantly regretted because her look could kill. "Dont. Dont you dare even utter a bad word about yourself, because I can and I will cancel dinner to bend you over my lap and spank your beautful ass until you believe me understood?"

Your eyes drop from her eyes to her hands on your stomach. "I don't deserve you... I don't deserve any of this..." tears sting your waterline, you believed every word you said, how could a girl like you be with someone as amazing and quite utterly goddess like? Sevika was carved and sculpted beautifully by the gods, and her you were looking like a scrap statue that went wrong. Your eyes meet hers again when she grabs your jaw and forces your head up to look in the mirror again. "Yes you do princess, do you even know how lucky I feel knowing I get to walk around with you by my side? That men stare because I have you and they dont?'' Her thumb gently caressed your cheek despite the tight grip she had on your jaw. Her other hand pushes your hair off your shoulder and she starts with smaller, gentler kisses working up towards you neck. You gasp when her teeth sink into your sweet spot and sucks, her tongue immediately runs over the area to soothe it and lisk towards your ear. "You know what I think princess? I think... that dress would look way better on the floor, and those fucking thighs around my head hm?.." Her hand slides down your stomach onto your thigh and under the slit in your dress, she finds no panties. You can feel her smirk agaisnt your neck and you knew right there it was going to be a long night...

[arabella0001]

afternoon training with husband kakashi

cn: fluff, husband, kids, suggestive

You were in the garden of your home, surrounded by the flowers Kakashi had let you choose after moving out of his house—not long before the wedding, or the baby you two had together.

After putting her down for her afternoon sleep, at least, hoping she’d sleep—you tiptoed out, grabbed your bag of training supplies, and stepped outside.

A year of staying home, taking care of your baby, had changed your body. You’d gained weight, of course, and while you knew it was normal, insecurity had started creeping in. You needed to get back on track, at least for your health.

After your first set, exhaustion hit quickly—your body wasn’t used to this anymore. You didn’t notice Kakashi watching from a distance, likely having finished his Hokage duties earlier than you expected.

He worked hard for the three of you, always trying not to leave you alone for too long. That thought alone made your heart melt.

You were so focused that you didn’t hear him approach until he grabbed you from behind, arms securely wrapped around your waist, his lips brushing against your neck as he whispered—

"Oh? My wife’s sneaking out to train without me? I feel betrayed?"

You yelped, instinctively leaning into his embrace, his warmth settling over you.

"Kakashi—you scared me! You’re home already?"

"Mmmhm," he hummed, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. "Need a partner? I could use some training."

You smiled. "Yeah, but you’d beat me in no time. I’m not as good as before."

He waved a hand dismissively and shifted into a sparring stance. "Don’t insult my wife like that."

Chuckling, you threw the first strike. Of course, he dodged it effortlessly. You managed to keep your composure—maybe because you didn’t want him to see how weak you’d become. But everything had an end. Kakashi swept your legs from under you, sending you falling—only for him to catch you. Except, in your attempt to regain balance, you pulled him down with you, and he yelped, eyes widening.

"Catching me off guard, huh?" he murmured, raising an eyebrow, now hovering over you.

"Oh, please. You already won," you pouted playfully, though deep down, frustration lingered. But with his body pressed against yours, warmth spread across your cheeks.

He closed the distance, kissing you through his mask—knowing exactly how much you loved that. It was meant to be innocent. Or so you thought. But Kakashi was a calculated man. He had already taken in the sight of your curves, the way your swollen breasts were perfectly framed in your training clothes.

‘If I knew you’d be wearing that to train, I would’ve left the office sooner.’ he murmur into your mouth.

The kiss deepened, pulling a soft moan from you. His mask was gone in an instant, lips crashing against yours with a low groan. His grin widened at the sight of your flustered expression before he suddenly lifted you off the ground. Instinctively, your legs wrapped around his waist, his hands settling firmly on your ass.

"Tell me," he said, eyes lustful yet gentle.

"What?" Your thoughts were already foggy, overwhelmed by how effortlessly he unraveled you.

"Don’t play dumb. I know something’s on your mind, darling." His gaze softened, shifting between your eyes and lips.

You hesitated before finally admitting, "It’s just… my body isn’t the same. I feel different. Weaker. I know it’s normal, but still..." You trailed off, avoiding his eyes.

"Y/N, look at me."

You did, and he was already searching for you, like he always did.

"You are the strongest person I know," he said firmly. "Your body has done extraordinary things, That’s way more impressive than any fight." He pulled you closer, his hold grounding you. "You were beautiful before, and you’re just as beautiful now." He paused for a beat, voice dropping. "and if you're worried about your body, don't be. I think about it all the time. In a very respectful, totally appropriate way, of course."

His breath ghosted over your ear, making yours hitch, heat pooling between your legs.

"But—" you try to reason, but he shoots you a playful glance.

"You’re still you. And that’s all I’ll ever need." he says, making you let a small gasp, emotions bubbling in your chest.

"I love you," you whispered, sincerity shining in your gaze. "For always being here for me."

"I know," he smirked. "Sometimes more than I deserve."

You nudged him. "Stop that."

He cut you off with a soft, "I love you too." Then, in a way that drove you absolutely insane, he kissed the tip of your nose.

"So… do you still want to train?" His grin was impossible to miss, barely concealing his true intentions. "Our baby’s asleep, right?"

"Yes…" You bit your lip. "I guess I can spare some time. I mean, it’s stress relief from work, right?" You teased.

He chuckled, voice low. "More than that."

And with that, he carried you inside, both of you exchanging looks filled with nothing but love and desire—each wondering how you got so damn lucky.

[ramblingmindofrayyan]

I want to matter to someone

to feel needed

to feel wanted

to feel loved

[kaayyyys]

daryl dixon x reader

comfort

The reader is having a day filled with insecurities, and Daryl, in his own gruff but tender way, offers comfor

Inside your shared, cozy home. Rain patters softly against the windows.You’ve been unusually quiet all day. Daryl notices it right away when he returns from a supply run. You’re usually the first to greet him, a bright smile ready. Today, you're curled up on the sofa, a blanket pulled tight, staring blankly at the dying embers in the fireplace. He sets down his crossbow with a soft thud.

He doesn’t pry immediately. He knows you well enough to understand that sometimes, you just need space. He busies himself with cleaning his crossbow, the rhythmic motions a familiar comfort. But he keeps glancing your way, his blue eyes filled with concern. Finally, he can’t stand it anymore. He crouches beside the sofa, his calloused hand gently touching your arm. “Somethin’ wrong, darlin’?”

You hesitate, unsure if you should burden him. It feels silly to admit, but the words spill out anyway. “I just… I don’t know. I feel… insecure today. Like… I’m not enough.” You avoid his gaze, ashamed of your vulnerability. "I feel like I don't bring anything to the table."Daryl’s

He doesn’t immediately shower you with flowery words or grand pronouncements. That’s not his style. Instead, he sits beside you, the sofa dipping with his weight. He takes your hand in his, his grip firm and reassuring. He doesn't speak for a long moment, letting you know he's truly listening.A Calloused Comfort: He starts slowly, his voice a low rumble. “Enough? You’re more than enough. You’re… everything.” He struggles to find the right words, his brow furrowed in concentration. "You think you don't bring nothin' to the table? You're the whole damn table."Listing the Light: He begins to list, in his own Daryl way, all the things you bring to his life and the community."You patchin' folks up, makin' sure they ain't bleedin' dry after a run. That's somethin'.""You plantin' that garden, keepin' us fed. You got a green thumb that could bring life back to a graveyard.""Remember that time you talked that kid down from runnin' off? You got a way with people.

A good heart.""And you...you believe in me. When I don't even believe in myself sometimes, you do."More Than Survival: He looks at you intently, his eyes searching yours. "This ain't just about survival, (Y/N). It's about livin'. And you help us live. You make this place a home. You make me feel like I got somethin' worth fightin' for."

He gently cups your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin. "Don't you ever think you ain't enough. You're more than enough for me."

He then reveals a little of his own vulnerability. "I get it. Feelin' like you ain't worth nothin'. Been there. Still go there sometimes. But you gotta remember… we’re all broken. We all got scars. It's how we put ourselves back together that matters."

"And I ain't gonna let you go through it alone. Not ever."Simple Gestures, Profound Meaning: He pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around you. The scent of leather and woodsmoke fills your senses. He rests his chin on your head, and you can feel the steady beat of his heart against your ear.

You don't need any more words. His presence, his touch, his quiet strength are enough. You lean into him, the warmth of his body chasing away the chill of your insecurities. The rain continues to fall outside, but inside, the fire in the hearth seems to burn a little brighter. You know the insecurities might creep back in someday, but you also know that you have Daryl, your gruff, loving, and fiercely protective partner, to help you face them.

He might not be eloquent, but he shows his love in a million small ways – the way he always makes sure you have enough to eat, the way he watches over you during dangerous situations, the way he simply holds you when you need it most.

And in that moment, curled up in his arms, you know that you are loved. Truly, deeply, and unconditionally loved. And that, more than anything, is enough.

[gloomweed]

Aggressive Compliments

(Eddie Munson x Insecure!Reader)

Summary: After you confess to Eddie that you don't like the way you look, he is quick to assure you of how beautiful you are.

wc: ~2k

This was it. You were down to your last quarter and you’ve spent too much to give up now. The silver coin rolls into the slot and the light flashes on the ‘go’ button. With one last focusing exhale, you hit the green button and narrow your eyes at the purple bat plushie. The beeps and music fade out as you gain your center. You move the joystick with precision, finally getting the hang of its movements, until it hangs directly above your target. Eyes flicking downward, you see the red timer counting down from the 15 seconds you have left. You move around the transparent box the best you can to see the other angles, ensuring you were in the right position.

Seeing no mistakes, you glance over your shoulder to Eddie who is covering his mouth with his hands, per your request. He breaks focus from the claw machine to nod his approval silently. With a smirk, you hit the drop button with only 3 seconds to spare. You and Eddie press your faces against the glass, praying that this is the one. The claw falls, at an agonizingly slow rate, until it is resting perfectly on the center of the bat’s head. Then it clamps down, caging the plush toy carefully. You both held your breath with anticipation. This was the pivotal moment. Would it make it off the ground?

The claw lifts the bat upwards oh so very slowly and much too shakily. As the claw carries the toy closer and closer to the exit your excitement builds exponentially. Until, finally above the box, the claw releases and the bat falls into the exit unceremoniously. You both shout with joy, laughing hysterically at the fact that your obsessive repetition finally paid off. “You did it! You finally did it!” Eddie shouted excitedly. You grab the toy and hold it above your head victoriously. The other arcade patrons look your way disapprovingly, disturbed by your volume. Neither of you cared, too invested in finally winning at the claw game. 

Eddie is so excited he scoops you up in a hug and lifts you off your feet momentarily. You’re almost too happy to realize or care, until you feel his arms on your back and your stomach against his chest. Immediately you clam up, your smile faltering as you are once again reminded of your imperfect body. You do your best not to make a big deal out of it, but Eddie already notices your drop in energy and stops to put you down. 

His face is still plastered with a wide smile, but his brow pinches together, worried he did something wrong. “You okay? Did I squeeze you too hard?”

You fake a smile and shake your head. “No, I'm fine. Just a little dizzy is all,” you lied. Before Eddie could press further, you change the subject. “Anyways,” you hold the toy out to him. “Here is your prize, Eddie.”

Confused brown eyes hold your stare as he takes the toy from your hands with a lopsided grin. His attention is then on the soft toy as he holds it close to his chest in a protective hug, humming in content. When Eddie holds it out again for a moment to admire it, he shakes his head before handing it back to you. “You should have it. I mean, you did all the work to get it, not to mention the quarters you put into it.”

You tilt your head, confused, as you take the plush from his hands. “But you spent all your quarters trying to win it.”

He chuckles, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Honestly, I only wanted to win it for you.” Eddie shrugs. “Wanted to give you a souvenir. Something to remember this awesome date we had.” His head snaps up in realization. “This was a good date, right? Or was I the only one feeling that?”

Smiling, you cup his face and press a quick kiss to his cheek. When you pull away, you see him flush red. “It was a great date. I loved it. But you didn’t have to win me a souvenir.”

Eddie gestures to the purple bat in your hands. “Yeah, clearly you win them yourself.”

You roll your eyes with a grin. “I meant, to remember this date. I’m not forgetting this anytime soon.”

“Alright well,” Eddie takes a step closer, playfully flapping the wings of the bat in your arms, “either way, I’m sure Ozzy will much rather live at your house than mine, and if seeing him happens to remind you of me, that’s just a bonus.” His grin looks mischievous with the way his head tilts to his shoulder.

You look at the plush toy in your hands. “‘Ozzy,’ huh? That’s a cute name.”

“As in the guy who bit off the head of a bat on stage.”

“Right,” you smile. Eddie had told you that story many times. “Well, seeing as we are both out of quarters, I suppose that means this arcade date is officially over. Care to walk me and Ozzy here home?” 

Eddie flourishes his arm out with a little bow, encouraging you to lead the way. “Why, it would be my pleasure.” He follows closely beside you, arm at the small of your back as you make your way through the crowd of people. Despite the enticing warmth of his hand, your insecurities can't stand the idea of being forgotten. You curl away from his touch just to silence the destructive thoughts.

Once you make it outside, you both squint at the sudden brightness. Even though the sun was setting, it was still much brighter than the darkness of the arcade you had grown accustomed to over the course of the afternoon. After blinking away the discomfort, you two begin to make your way down the sidewalk towards your house. The walk is mostly quiet, but it’s a comfortable silence. Eddie is the first to break it. His hands are in his jacket pocket and he seems more willing to look towards the sidewalk than at you. “I'm sorry about before. I didn't mean to make you upset or anything.” His soft tone of voice perks your ears.

The apology completely catches you off guard. “Huh? What do you mean? I'm not upset.”

His dark eyes find yours and he shrugs. “You just seemed…weird after I hugged you. Which, I get it. I should have asked before lifting you up like that. I was just so happy for you, you know? Guess I got caught up in all the excitement.”

You frown, feeling guilty that you got Eddie all in his head about it. “No, no. It had nothing to do with you. I just-” You huff, struggling to find the words. Worried that being honest with him would ruin the nice vibe you had going. Seeing as Eddie noticed your odd behavior already, it’s safe to say that ship has sailed. You think that if it were the other way around, you would want Eddie to be completely honest with you. Gathering your courage with a deep breath, you do your best to put your feelings into words. “Sometimes when I’m reminded of the way my body looks or feels, I get all…stupid. I'm scared you’ll notice all the bad parts of me. The ugly parts. Then you’ll realize you want nothing to do with me.”

There is a silent pause as Eddie mulls over your words. His shoes scuff on the sidewalk as he suddenly stops walking. The noise of it puts you on edge. As you stop a second after him, your mind starts racing through what you said looking for the thing that might have upset him. “Okay, first of all, you’re not stupid.” His tone is firm, but it isn’t angry. It brings you a sliver of relief as you turn to face him. 

How he spoke made it sound less like a compliment and more like an obvious unrefuted fact. Like you were an idiot for calling yourself stupid, which is very confusing. “Thank you?” is your meek reply. 

Eddie’s eyes are wide and unblinking. “Second, in what world, in what reality, are you within even an atom’s width of ‘bad’ or ‘ugly’?” He pinches his fingers in front of his eyes trying to emphasize how small an interval he’s talking about.

Your face was warm with the weird worded compliment. The logical part of your brain wanted to point out examples to him. Maybe you wanted to prove the cynical part of yourself right; that you are bad and ugly. Maybe you just wanted to hear him refute them, boost your ego all the more. “Well, what about when you lifted me up? Didn’t you feel how heavy I am? How my stomach pressed against you?” Talking about it only makes you want to make yourself smaller, so you hug the stuffie against yourself as a kind of shield.

Running his hands through his hair, Eddie looked like he was close to ripping it out. “Are you fucking kidding me?! When I held you against me and I could feel all your sexy little dips and curves? Looking at the most beautiful fucking smile in the goddamn world? I loved every second of it!” His arms drop heavily from his head, hands slapping against his jeans. Suddenly his gaze is softer as he realizes his yelling is putting you off. Eddie gently takes one of your hands in his, ducking his head hoping to catch your eyes. “I would hold you every day if you’d let me.” When you finally look him in the eyes, they crinkle at the corners as he smiles lovingly at you. “Just because you aren’t the magazine cover conventionally attractive type, doesn’t make you any less attractive. I mean, look at me,” he steps back and waves a hand presenting himself to you. “Does any of this scream conventional to you?”

Your eyes scan Eddie up and down, catching on his long frizzy hair, jean vest atop his leather jacket covered in patches and buttons, his wallet chain connected to his black ripped jeans. In relation to your small town of Hawkins, Indiana, Eddie was far from average. “I guess not.” Your voice was small as you were beginning to realize his point.

“Aaand…? Do you think I’m pretty?” He uses his extra whiney voice as he holds both his hands beneath his chin in a silly pose, fluttering his eyelashes exaggeratedly.

It’s enough to make you laugh and you can see Eddie’s smile brighten at the sound of it. “Of course I do!”

He holds you by the elbows excitedly. “Exactly! I feel the same way about you!” The passion in his voice makes you blush. “You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever had the pleasure to lay eyes on.” Eddie’s voice is softer now, given the close proximity that you don’t seem to mind as much as you did 5 minutes ago. “You are not bad or ugly or stupid. And I’ll tell you everyday if I have to. Hell, I’ll have it tattooed onto my forehead if that’s what it takes.” The corners of his lips quirk up when he sees you smile.

Suddenly you feel a little embarrassed that you ever doubted Eddie’s affections for you. You can’t help but stare into his deep chocolate eyes, feeling so genuinely loved. When you reach up to caress his face, your thumb grows warm from the blush blooming across the apples of his cheeks. Your eyes slip closed as you kiss him. His hand lands on your waist to hold you closer, and this time you don’t shy away. As you break apart and stare up at him through your lashes, your voice rings out softly. “Thank you, Eddie.” 

“Anytime, Sweetheart.”

[k5bain]

Y’all I promise I like other stuff I’m just hyperfixating rn😭 but forealzies idk if I should keep posting remmick content because I don’t wanna be annoying and I’m getting insecure about it🥲

[let-me-be-skinny-and-pretty]

[rafeandonlyrafe]

the pogues and the princess

words: 1.8k

warnings: drinking, partying, throwing up, protective!rafe, threats of violence, established relationship

“oh come on, don’t be so grumpy.” you poke at rafes cheek, his face downturned in a scowl.

“you know i don’t like you at these type of parties.” rafe sighs, slapping your hand away from his face as he concentrates on the road in front of him, wishing for once that he doesn’t get to his destination faster, wanting to keep you there with him.

“babe, i’d hardly call it a party. its just gonna be me, sarah and kiara… and a couple other people.” “yeah, the fucking pogues.” rafe grunts. “you know how i feel about you hanging out with them.” “oh please, i don’t even talk to jj or john b. i just miss my girls.” you pout. you got super close with sarah when you started dating rafe, which naturally led you to get close to kiara as well as sarahs other new friends.

“yeah, alright.” rafe grunts. you may not talk to the boys, but that doesn’t stop them from trying to talk to you.

“i’ll call you when i need you to pick me up.” you unbuckle as rafe turns down the driveway, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek. “i love you.”

“i know.” rafe sighs dramatically, hating that you’re leaving him, but not wanting to hold you back from seeing your friends, especially when you so rarely ask him. “i love you too.”

you wait as rafe gets out, opening your door and helping you down from his truck. he looks over your outfit again, glad that you’re very covered as he walks you towards the house, music already able to be heard pumping out of speakers.

“baby, this is not a little party.” rafe looks around, realizing theres a good amount of people crowded around the various seating areas.

“do you wanna stay?” you ask. rafe struggles, but ultimately shakes his head no. he knows if he stays that he would just end up getting pissed off at one of the pogues, and he values you too much to beat one of them up in front of you.

“mmkay, well i see kie.” you turn towards rafe. “i’ll call you in a bit. probably around 1 am if thats alright.” “yeah, i’m definitely not gonna be able to sleep until i get you back home.” rafe grunts. he’s in no danger of missing your call, there’s no way he will be able to relax until you’re back safe in his arms.

“bye baby.” you get on your tiptoes to press a kiss to rafes lips. “love you.”

“love you more.” rafe watches you walk away, literally skipping as you reach kiara, throwing your arms around her in a hug. rafe doesn’t see his sister, but he knows she can’t be far away.

“hey, pogues.” rafe walks up to a picnic table, jj smoking a blunt while pope and john b both hold a bottle of beer. 

“rafe, don’t start shit-” jj begins, but he’s quickly cut off by rafe. 

“shut the fuck up. i need you to watch y/n. if she gets hurt, i will fucking end all of you, understood?” rafe waits for all three of the boys to nod.

“im serious. i will fucking kill you. let her have fun with sarah and kiara, but don’t let her drink too much, and if any guy tries to talk to her or dance with her…” rafe trails off, but they get the point.

“she’s our friend too.” pope finally pipes up. “of course we will keep an eye on her.” “good.” rafe grunts, not saying another word before stomping away, back towards his truck.

--

“where is my kie kie?” your words slur as you stumble into the house, looking for your friend. “kiara!” you shout. “you never brought me back another drink you bitch!”

“hey, hey there.” jj suddenly grabs your shoulders, making you blink rapidly to get his face into focus. “maybe you don’t need another drink.”

“maybe you don’t need another drink.” you argue back, trying to wiggle out of jjs grasp. “i want a uh…” you look at the selection of bottles on the table. “shot of vodka!” jj knows you must be really drunk if you’re willing to take the shot, knowing how much you don’t like the taste of alcohol until you’re really far gone, always having to mix it with something fruity to get it down.

“okay, let me get it for you.” jj grabs a shot glass, keeping one eye on you as he shields what hes doing with his body, grabbing the vodka like hes going to pour it, but actually filling the cup with water instead.

“here you go.” he turns around with a smile.

“thanks!” you take the glass, knocking it back. “you know, rafe would not like you getting drinks for me.”

“hey, its all friendly.” jj smiles, patting your shoulder as you walk away to find kiara, yelling out again. he doesn’t see that you swipe a bottle from the table.

--

“i feel sick.” you shout at sarah, hands linked together. despite your words, you continue to dance, your stomach churning but there’s too much alcohol in you to care.

“i think if we drink more itll help!” sarah says, meaning to pull you towards the house, but you both stumble on the grass and end up falling on the ground, not feeling any pain as you burst out laughing.

“oh my god, we are sooo drunk.” you giggle, feeling a lot better now that you’re laying down, so you don’t make any effort to move, despite the stick poking your back.

“i know.” sarah pouts, before suddenly yelling. “john b!” it takes a minute for john b to make his way over, and when he finally does, he stands looking down at the two of you, hands on his hips.

“i think you girls may have had enough.” “sarah.” you turn to her. “i hate your boyfriend.” “me too, he’s trying to cut us off.” sarah rolls his eyes before reaching up, making grabby hands at john b, who sighs and helps bring her to her feet.

“come on.” john b tries to help you up next, but you frown, suddenly feeling overwhelmed by emotions.

“i don’t want you, i want my boyfriend!” you cry out, tears suddenly streaming down your face, leaving marks in your makeup.

“oh shit!” john b groans. “don’t cry! come on! lets call rafe.”

you finally accept john bs help up, tears drying up quickly when you see kiara, squealing as you rush away from the couple to link arms with her.

--

“shit, we gotta call rafe.” pope says, looking at you with concern on his face before glancing at his phone, the time ticking past 2 am. 

“we should just take her home.” jj says. “i don’t have his number.”

“we can ask sarah…” pope looks around, before quickly realizing that sarah and john b disappeared together a while ago, and he’s not wanting to find them and break up whatever they’re doing for the sake of his innocent eyes.

“ill just ask y/n.” jj sighs, pope tagging along as he makes his way over to you, the last one dancing to the music, from the only speaker still playing.

“hey, y/n.” pope says softly, but you don’t seem to hear him as you continue to bounce around, hair long pulled out of the ponytail you arrived in, dress swishing as you move.

“y/n!” jj shouts louder, making you suddenly stop.

“what is it?” you blink rapidly, tears forming in your eyes from jjs shouting. “are you mad at me? is rafe mad at me?” “no, we just wanna take you home. its really late.” jj places a cautious hand on your back, guiding you away from the speaker.

“‘m not tired though.” you look to pope, hoping he would agree with you, but he shakes his head. no help there.

“how about we call rafe then, yeah? i think he’d beat our ass if either of us took you home.” “no he wouldn’t.” you shake your head. “my boyfriend is cute and perfect and nice and he wouldn’t do that.” 

“alright, whatever you say.” pope rolls his eyes. he’s not willing to argue about the past, especially when he knows you’re way too drunk to even realize what you’re saying.

“ill call him.” you pull your phone out, frowning at the screen before your passcode suddenly comes back to you. rafes birthday.

you manage to navigate to his contact before the phone suddenly falls from your hands, thankfully landing on the soft grass. you barely turn away from pope and jj before you throw up, bending over as you spew. 

pope moves quickly to hold up your hair, while jj picks up the phone, thankfully still open.

he presses the call button while watching pope comfort you as you begin to cry, sniffling out a mixture of words about how you hate throwing up and want your boyfriend.

“baby?” rafe answers, his voice soft but clearly tired and slightly on edge.

“uh… no.” jj answers awkwardly. “she’s ready to be picked up though she’s uhh… pretty drunk.”

“i’ll be there in five minutes.” rafe puts the truck into drive. he would never admit it, but he’s been just down the block the entire time, not wanting to go too far in case he needed to quickly get to you. “give her the phone.”

“yeah, alright.” jj hands it over to you. “its your boyfriend.”

“oh my god, rafe!” you shout into the phone, making him pull it away from his ear at your loud volume. 

“hi baby, i’m coming right now to pick you up, okay?” “i love you so much.” you sob out. “i miss you, i miss you. i hate partying without you.”

“how much did you have to drink?” rafe asks.

“she snuck a bit more when i turned my back for one second rafe.” jj adds in, leaning closer to the phone to speak. “we really did keep an eye on her.”

“yeah.” pope chimes in. “one guy tried to dance with her but i stopped him.”

“wait, really?” you question. you hadn’t even noticed, or maybe just didn’t remember.

rafe doesn’t know what to say. he’s certainly not going to thank the pogues, but he’s grateful you’re safe as he turns down the driveway, headlights illuminating the three of you standing in the yard, the only ones still around as he throws his truck into park.

“yay!” you squeal, running over to rafe and literally jumping into his arms, making him stumble back as he holds you against him.

“hi baby, did you have fun?” rafe asks, rubbing his hand over your back as the other keeps you from falling. “i did but i drank too much and got sick and then starting crying because i missed you.” you explain quickly, all negative emotions gone now that you’ve got him back.

“should i get you home then?” rafe asks, glad when you nod enthusiastically, tucking your face into his neck.

rafe looks to pope and jj, nodding awkwardly at them. its the best thank you they’re going to get as he loads you into the passenger side of his truck.

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[animehideout]

Hii! Its my first time requesting something like this but...

I think that it would really be a good idea tho

Insecure Reader x Jjk Men Finding Out

Soo.. Lets say(for the concept) Reader has really been insecure about their body because of childhood trauma.. Thinking that no one would love them or give time to love them they tried to "sewerslide" but.. they fail and after some convincing from there family reader feels a bit better about there body not completely but its better..

Fast Forward A Few Years Later

Reader meets (jjk men) and both of there relationship goes very well (jjk men) were very touchy and clingy to reader... One day (jjk men) convince reader they should go clothe shopping.. while there at the store(can be any store).(jjk men) finds a dress .. they asked reader if they would like to try it.. reader at first says no thinking its way to revealing and memories come back from the past.. but still agreed she went to the changing room and went out to look for (jjk men)/ there bf but they dont find them?.. she searchs and finds there bf with a girl the girl is touchy.. and clingy to there bf/(jjk men) reader sees this and immediately thinks of the worst i mean the girl looked drop dead gorgeous.. there bf (jjk men) notices reader and goes to them ignoring the girl.. they then realized something not right.. reader isn't as clingy or Happy like she was earlier (There bf being there lover notices this and ask) "Reader/N/N.. are you feeling.." but stops mid way sentence they realize that reader keeps adjust the dress and squeezes parts of her body..

(Its up to you if its SFW or NSFW and if you want to Shorten it)

Insecure Reader X JJK Men Finding Out.

check out part 2 here

a/n: Thank you anon for submitting your request. I hope you like it, if you want part 2, or if your fav characters aren't mentioned here please let me know I'll make part 2.

Warnings: Mention of Suic*de / Negative feelings / Negative body image / Depression/ Slight smut.

Nanami Kento:

It's like Nanami was sent from above to heal all of your traumas. Your relationship was smooth he treated you with pure love and care. You already told him about some of your insecurities but didn't go deep into details, leaving your attempts to unalive yourself unspoken of, and hidden within you. To celebrate one of your close friend's bday, he took you out shopping to pick a dress for you.

“Try this one love, I'll wait here for you” .

You took the dress and rushed to the changing cabinet, for the first time you felt beautiful in something revealing, but that soon collapsed to the ground when you found him talking with a drop dead gorgeous lady, with a beautiful body and soft facial features. You observed how both of them spoke, how she was blinking slowly as she extended her hand to touch his forearm. It's like your world stopped. Nanami was the one who helped you temporarily forget about the shit you dealt with in the past but now the same man triggered it again, crashing the efforts you put in order to heal.

Visions of your dark times started showing it's like they were in full display, making you swallow hard, remembering how you used to stand in front if your mirror scolding yourself, attacking your innocent reflection with hate words as if you were your own enemy. You looked down checking your body, regretting that you agreed to go shopping in the first place.

“Excuse me” said Nanami to the woman the moment he noticed you. “Sweetheart, the dress suits you perfectly” he complimented you with a soft smile.

You hummed in return, your eyes still fixated on your own body, awkwardly trying to fix your dress with trembling hands.

“hm? everything is fine?” he asked with a frown.

“y-yeah totally” you lied.

But he picked up to you, noticing that you were feeling down and something changed your mood to the worst.

“Wanna go somewhere less crowded?” he suggested knowing that prolly need some alone time, out of sight.

You nodded slowly, putting back your outfit of the day, exiting the shop. You sat in a empty park, the whole time you were silent, too overwhelmed to find the right words that could express what you've felt. He observed you, giving you some time to compose yourself but he couldn't wait too long so he took the initiative and said,

“I understand how you feel, I-”,

but you cut him off, and he was faced with a side he never thought you had.

“NO YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND THIS FEELING, YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW YOU WAKE UP EVERYDAY AND FIGHT THE URGE TO KILL YOURSELF BECAUSE YOU CAN'T ACCEPT YOURSELF” you yelled as tears started streaming down your cheeks.

His eyes widened, taken aback by what you blurted out. “killing yourself?” these words lingered in his mind, he thought that your insecurity was something normal that anyone experiences but not to the point to make you hate your own existence. Before he could say anything you stood up and started walking away, but he stopped you grabbing your waist,

“you'te not going anywhere love, we need to talk”.

You struggled to break free but he trapped you between his arms making you sit back down on the bench with him.

“Tell me everything, I don't want you to carry any weight alone, I want to share it with you”.

You spent the whole evening venting, expressing yourself.. The more you talked about your attempts the more he held you close, scared of the thought of losing you. Once you finished talking, he spoke with his honey-like voice,

“I'm sorry you had to face all of that, you are beautiful, you are worth it, you are amazing the way you are! But we, humans tend to be harsh on ourselves, we tend to physically hurt ourselves to take our mind off of what we're feeling. But I don't want you to do that again, I don't want you to lose yourself to self hatred. I'm here to unburden you, to take your pain away, that's what lovers do.. I love you so fucking much and I'll always choose you, cuz my mind, body and soul crave you alone”

It's like you've been waiting to hear these words for ages, despite the comfort of your family and friends you've always took it as a flattery but Nanami succeeded in making you try to give yourself a chance to love yourself again.

“And about that woman, she was just trying to make me buy more dresses.. all what I want is you”

He made your heart flutter, he made you feel that it's okay to not be okay. He indeed took that weight that was burdening you for years. He promised to help you in the process of making you feel better again to completely heal.

“Nanami what if someone sees us” you chuckled when he started kissing your jaw,

“I don't care, I just want to show you how much I love you” he said between kisses as his strong arms tightened around you, pulling you to sit on his lap, making out till the sun went down.

Gojo Satoru:

It left you speechless when Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer who could pull anyone he wanted, asked you to be his partner. Who would say no to Satoru, so you agreed despite the growing feeling inside you that you don't deserve him.

For the first couple of months everything went good, a lot of flirting, a lot of touching, but deep down you couldn't brush away the idea that he was dating you because of a bet, you were too insecure to believe that he actually had a real interest in you. You succeeded in hiding the dark thoughts that crept inside you, scared that sharing such stuff would make him see you as weak and non deserving of his time, so you kept it all to yourself.

But he proved you wrong when he confessed that his feelings towards you grew; he loves you, also you shared your first kiss together. He's a confident man, both in his looks and personality, and the fact that you're his partner boosted your confidence, making you try to put aside all of your past traumas.

Both of you were attending a very important party, so him being a good, rich boyfriend took you out to go shopping and spend his money on his one and only; you. You were too anxious to do so, cuz you knew he'll end up forcing you to try clothes on for him and make you swirl around. But you tried to stay calm and put on a smile on your face. He was extremely happy and hyped so you didn't want to ruin it for him.

“This is the one” he said his blue eyes glistening with excitement.

You would hesitantly grab the dress.

“Come on baby, try it on, let me see you”.

You rushed to the changing room mentally preparing yourself for any possible criticism. You tentatively walked out trying to adjust your dress, but no sight of Gojo. You frowned in confusion as you started looking for your boyfriend, only to find him talking to one of the boutique staff. Your eyes widened and you felt a sting in your chest. The fact that he didn't turn his infinity on and casually let her touch him made your self esteem drop instantly. Your mind became hazy with negative thoughts, making you doubt yourself and doubt his love for you. You felt completely overshadowed by her. She was so damn gorgeous and with Gojo being handsome, the thought of her being a better match for him took over your mind. It's like one of your nightmares came to life.

You cleared your throat, trying to get Gojo's attention, you were planning to tell him that you were tired and wanna go home, just so you can be alone with your thoughts. The moment Gojo looked at you, he quickly ran your way, completely ignoring the girl even though she was still talking.

“Damn you look hot, babes” he exclaimed scanning each inch of you.

You hummed looking everywhere but his eyes trying to avoid his gaze.

“I think this one suits you wel-..huh? baby?”

He was so quick to catch up with your mood swing. Immediately noticing the change in your energy and vibe.

“ just tired, can we go home?”

“Baby what's wrong you were all happy and excited, did I do anything wro-”

but he stopped mid way when he saw your hands restlessly adjusting the dress, and couldn't stop tugging on the cloth, clearly uncomfortable.

“I just wanna go home Satoru”,

you stuttered as you quickly rushed back to the changing room leaving him awkwardly standing there like a statue. You put your clothes on and left the shop, you could feel your panic attack building up and hell no you weren't ready to let anyone witness your break down in public, especially your boyfriend.

“WAIT BABE!”,

he quickly paid for the dress; he genuinely liked how it suited you, and he rushed outside catching up on you. He grabbed your arm and turned you around.

“Oh my..”,

he said when he noticed your glassy teary eyes. You sniffled and mumbled a little,“Im fine”

“No you're not! talk to me please.. you know you can trust me right?”

You swallowed hard, realizing maybe it's the time to let it out and make him face the real you, it was choking you so bad.

“I think we should break up Satoru” you started.

His heart started racing, his hands shaking.. “no..what did I do? I'll make it up for you I promi-”

“Its not your fault Satoru, it's mine. I'm not healed yet and I don't wanna burden you”

“heal from what? you're scaring me! tell me evey single thing, I wanna listen to you”,

he said seriously, taking your hands in his gently kissing it. You took a deep breath, he deserves an explanation.

“seeing you with that girl, it- it made me uncomfortable, you didn't even try to stop her when she touched you, I mean I know she's way prettier than me and you deserve someone who's on the same level as yo-..”

“Hey hey wait, where did all of this come from?” he would ask in utter shock. “First of all, she took me by surprise when she touched me, because I never activate my infinity when I'm around you or out on a date with date. Second of all, she's not prettier than you and no one is.”

You shook your head, refusing to buy into his words even though he was genuinely telling the truth. He would grab your face and force you to look up at him.

“Where did all of this come from?” he would ask again.

He finally succeeded in breaking through your exterior and learned about your past trauma and how you attempted multiple times to end it all. He would carefully listen to you speaking your heart out. His heart shattering into pieces, imagining how you dealt with that all alone and worse that's he's the one who stirred them back today.

“I understand if you don't wanna be with me anymore, I've always thought that you deserve much better than settling dor me”

He didn't say anything, instead his lips crushed on yours. Taking you by surprise. Pouring all of his love for you into that kiss, hia lips moving passionately and in sync with yours..

“My world is nothing without you, even in ultrnate universes I'll choose you over and over again”

He spent the rest of the day holding you close to his chest while cuddling in your shared bedroom. Literally doing everything to cheer you up again. Would constantly blame himself, apologizing on repeat

“I'm sorry, I wish I met you years ago, but I'm here now and I'll make sure you never feel that way ever again”

You'll end up comforting him instead, while he buries his face in the crook of your neck.

Toji Fushiguro:

Toji is an extremely handsome man with a ripped body, any human walking on this earth would be attracted to him from the first glimpse and that was the case for you. You tried to stop yourself from loving him, thinking that he wouldn't even notice your existence and might make fun of you for thinking that you stood a chance to be with him. But you were left dumbfounded when he confessed that he wants you. You couldn't help your feelings and felt weak in front of him so you accepted his feelings, and started dating. But doubt and self consciousness always had to kick in especially when both of you are in public and women can't keep their eyes off of him totally ignoring that you're standing next to him.

You stood there in the middle of the changing room tightly tugging on the dress that Toji picked out for you. You didn't feel yourself in it, it was too revealing for your liking. As if everything you were trying to hide for the past years is now exposed.

With caution you stepped out, you had to show Tojo after all. But to your surprise you found him talking with a girl, who had her hand on his chest, but he stepped back the moment she touched him; he's always been so loyal to you. But you couldn't help the heart break, and now memories from your past started overflowing your mind, making you feel so small in that dress, so ashamed for even trying it on. A lump formed in your throat, as you felt the room narrowing around you, leaving you completely suffocated.

When he caught you standing there while staring at him, he figured out that something was off. He always sensed your discomfort in public especially when someone tries to hit on him, he thought it was only jealousy where in fact it was way bigger and complicated than that, it was a past trauma that been haunting you. He walked towards you with a smile, circling his strong arms around your figure as he started praising you, trying to calm down what he thought ' jealousy '

“Damn you look stunning”.

But his words fell on a deaf ear, all what your mind thought about is how you used to isolate yourself and torture yourself with your negative self assumptions. He noticed how sadness was drawn on your face and how your hands couldn't stay still, continuously touching your body and dress.

“Are you okay? what's the matter?”

“Nah nothing Toji,”,you said voice cracking giving you out.

“Is it because of that girl? you know I've got eyes only on you right?”

“No it's not the case” you simply answered “Can we just go home now?”.

He nodded paid for the dress then both of you went home. You thought you'd isolate yourself in your room like what you used to do, break down in pieces alone while you feed on your dark thoughts for long hours. But this time Toji didn't allow it, your silence was hiding something knotted and he had to crack it. So he started bombarding you with questions,

“What's wrong?” “Come on tell me!”,

but the more you ignored his questions afraid of opening up the more you made him furious, and it quickly escalated into a heated argument. It's like rubbing salt on a freshly wound.

“why do you keep on fucking pushing me away? I'm so done with this kind of behavior”.

You couldn't take it anymore, so you blurted out all of your accumulated emotions, all the pain that had been smothering you for years.

“BECAUSE U DON'T DESERVE TO BE WITH YOU TOJI, I DON'T DESERVE ONE BIT OF YOUR LOVE.. look at you and look at me! you're just wasting your time with someone who is insecure and too broken to be fixed”.

He froze in place, it's like getting stabbed in the heart with the sharpest blade. It broke him to hear you confess this to him. He's always seen you as the most beautiful person that he ever laid eyes on, and was left stunned when he knew that you think the complete opposite of yourself.

“For how long have you been feeling this way?” he would ask taking a step closer to you, his strong features softening.

“Years..” .

“I just hope you can see yourself through my eyes..”,

without any further words, he would carry you to your bedroom, completely strip you of your clothes. You were too drained to stop him so you just let him do his thing. He climbed on top of you while taking off his clothes as well.

“My words might not convince you, but my actions will”.

He would make love to you for the whole night, making sure to kiss and caress all of your insecurities. Sensually whispering that's you're more than perfect for him,

“You're everything to me.. I live to worship your body..”

He would be so gentle making you feel good, making you feel loved and desired. Taking your mind off of your past issues. Proving to you that you are beautiful in your own way, boosting your self esteem.

“I love you, for you. Don't let these thoughts ruin us, I'll make sure to delete these insecurities forever.. you'll only be filled with me and my love for you”

.....

✨ 💌 I just wanted to say that it's okay to feel insecure or sad.. Feelings whether if they're positive or negative are what make us humans. But always remember that every person is beautiful in their own way.. you don't have to wait for anyone's approvement of you, be who you are, we only live once so let's make the best out of it, let's work on ourselves to satisfy ourselves and not others. You are perfect just because it is you!! You have your own sparks that no one else have, you're unique and special. Let's all of us do our best to be happy and to fully live our lives embracing the ups and downs. Wishing all of you a blessed life 💌✨

[rainxthunder25]

Setting your wings free🖤✨

Damian Priest x Reader comfort

Summary: Feeling insecure lately and having to go with Damian to an event has you feeling overwhelmed. You eventually break down in-front of him.

Warnings: Insecure reader, thoughts of not being good enough, anxiety and break downs, body image difficulties.

A/n: Please enjoy!! This was the winning concept on my poll. Hasn’t been proofread.

Y/n’s POV:

In our shared apartment waiting for Smackdown to start, I’m surrounded by all of the dresses I own. If Damian wins the qualifying match for the elimination Chamber we have to go to a small celebration the company is hosting. All of my dresses fit but I don’t like the way my body looks with any of them on. I look in the mirror, even I make a large T-shirt and shorts look terrible. Damian just has to go to this event by himself, I don’t want him to look back because of me. As the night carry’s on I put all of my dresses away, and watch Damian win his match. I already knew he was going to win. I had bought a little gift for him weeks ago. I set a gift bag with his favorite cologne and a small bottle of Whiskey on the kitchen table. I see my phone light up with a text from Damian

My Love🏹🖤: Hey mi amor, do you want to go and get some drinks with Jey and Rhea?

I have nothing that looks good to wear. I haven’t told him I can’t go to the company celebration tomorrow too. I feel my heart beat to speed of and tears build up in my eyes.

Y/N: Sorry my love, I’m feeling really tired right now. I’m so proud of you for winning your qualifying match🖤

My love🏹🖤: No worries baby, I won that match for you😘 I’ll head home right now. I want to be with you.

I’m so stupid. He can’t even go drinking with his friends because of me not liking the way I look. I go to the bathroom and break down. I want to be happy with myself. Damian is the sweetest thing ever, why can’t I stop feeling like this? Like I’m not enough. After a couple minutes I splash water on my face. I turn off all the lights in the apartment and go to mine and Damian’s room.

I cover myself with a soft blanket. I stay in silence until I hear Damian come in. I take a deep breath feeling like I’m about to panic. “My love are you awake?” I hear him ask from the room door. I clear my throat feeling out of breath. “Y-yes baby.” I say in a quick and weak voice. I sit up waiting for him to come in. He instantly sits on the bed, next to me and hugs me from behind. Just a simple hug makes everything wash away. He kisses the side of my cheek and I instantly tilt away from him not wanting him to see my puffy eyes. “Are you hiding from my kisses amor?” He says holding me tighter caressing my shoulder with his thumb. “Am I making you uncomfortable? If I am please tell me baby.” I can’t help but let out silent tears. “N-no my love, you haven’t done anything wrong. I-I just” I accidentally let out a small sob hoping he didn’t hear. He instantly gently tilts my body to face him. I see his soft and concerned eyes. He pulls me into a hug so that I’m resting my head on his shoulder. “Mi vida what’s going on?” He hugs me tighter and I finally break down completely. “Baby what happened? He says using his thumb it while away the tears in my face. I see tears building up in his face. “P-please don’t be u-upset because of m-me” I manage to say in between sobs. “Love, it hurts to see you this way. Of course I won’t be happy if you’re hurting.” He says with a gentle voice. He puts his arm behind my shoulders and stands us up. He walks us to the bathroom and turns on the shower. “Here my love. Take a shower, I’ll bring some pj’s and if you’re up to it we can talk about what’s going on. Okay?” I give him a small kiss on his cheek. “Thank you babe.”

*Time skip*

After taking a nice hot shower, I toss on the pajamas Damian had brought me. He truly is the best boyfriend in the world. I step out of the bathroom and into our bedroom. “There’s my baby.” He says planting a kiss on my forehead. Ready to sleep? We have a full day tomorrow with the WWE celebration.” I take a deep breath and pull on the hem his T-shirt. “A-actually babe I do want to talk about what’s been happening.” He sits up looking at me. “I’m always here to listen Amor. Take your time.” I look down to the floor biting my lip nervously. “Lately I don’t like the way my body looks. I hate the way anything looks on me. That’s why I didn’t want to go drinking today. And for tomorrow I haven’t even picked a dress because they all look terrible on me.” I say looking towards him with teary eyes. “I want to feel happy with myself, I want to be able to go out with you without feeling like this.” He pulls me into a tight hug. “I’m so sorry I didn’t catch on to what was happening sooner my love.” He stands us up takes us to our mirror. “ look at us baby.” He says softly tilting my head up. “How do you see us as a couple?” I see the way Damian is hugging me from behind. The way we look like a caring and strong relationship. “W-we look like we trust each other” I say looking at him through the mirror. “What else my love?” He says in a strict but caring voice. “We look like we care and love each other.” He stays quiet and places his hands on mine as they’re resting on my sides. “You see how perfect your small hands fit on mine? How we fit perfectly? How safe and comfortable we feel with each other?” He says resting his head on my shoulder behind me. “Yes” I say actually feeling safe and comfortable. “Well guess what? It takes two people to be in our relationship. We are good caring and loving couple because of the BOTH of us. You make me feel safe, you make me look forward to coming home everyday. Because you’re a great person. I love ALL of you.” He says squeezing me. I let out a small giggle. “There’s my girl.” He says kissing my cheek. “Look at how fucking great we look.” I turn around and pull him into a tight hug. “Thank you so much baby. I truly appreciate you and everything you do for us.” He places a hand on my chin making me face him. “I will always do anything to help you. Always my love. You have no idea what you mean to me. Please let’s work on you being nicer to yourself baby.” I look up at him with a small smile “I’ll do it for us, and for myself.” He returns my smile “Good girl.” He says kissing the top of my head. “If you don’t want to go tomorrow you don’t have to. Okay princess?” I cut him off “actually babe, can you help me choose a dress?” I ask him a bit excited. “I would love to darling.” He says while grabbing my hand. “How about we get some of that whiskey you left for me on the kitchen table?” He says while I look at him giggling.

[cherrybabylive]

nobody benefits from you being insecure, especially not yourself

[dollw0und]

I hate my stretch marks;

I hate my thighs.

I hate how my body looks.