#the best words for it are insecure and inadequate

[singedbutter]

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[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

Sometimes I feel very sad that I didn’t just focus on one creative skill. I look at my art some days and go I wish I’d spent all my time making only that, because that way it would look better and I’d do more and it wouldn’t matter if I couldn’t write very well because my art would be amazing and I’d be able to make the stuff I really want to and maybe even get a job related to it and I wouldn’t feel like so much time was wasted. And often times it really does feel like you’re wasting time and everything is telling you to just pick something to focus on so it can mean something and you can never seem to pick one of anything.

And then other days I feel like an absolute GOD. Anyone else able to write your own fic and then draw art for it just because you can? Can you make an edit/amv after writing a silly little analysis post on the show/character that is so perfectly on beat and fits the lyrics and with transitions so slapping you get chills while watching? Can you write a short silly ditty on the guitar about how you’re feeling using the eight chords know and belt it out only a little bit off key then do a choppy little animation of your sona singing it?

I may not be the most skilled at all of the above, and it can be a little lonely to be a one man band who doesn’t play half as well as a lot of people out there, but when your power goes out or your wifi dies or you have a day off, everyone else is busy and you’re alone...

you play the best gosh dang music in existence

[savannahsdeath]

heyyy could u write something where like reader is about to shower but starts to get really insecure and kinda has a breakdown, BUT ellie reassures her. (pls also give reader stretch marks bc i've been so insecure abt mine lately and i have them literally everywhere. thighs, hips, even on my boobs lol) <3

ELLIE WILLIAMS X INSECURE!READER

mdni please<3

warnings: 18+!! but tbh its minors safe this time i think ??

writers note: just a reminder youre all beautiful no matter what!! beauty standards or wtv was it called are something we shouldnt base our life on but we sadly do. self love is the key to happiness and dont let other people ruin it!!🩷🩷and to our lovely anon, you dont need to worry about stretch marks. trust me, most of people dont even pay attention to them! its nothing 'special in a bad way'. i lately got some too, right before my holidays and theyre sooo visible through my summer clothes but its something you can get used to be comfortable with. please, anon, dont think less of yourself because of them nor any other insecurities. and this comes to everyone!!💞

it was already late so you were getting ready to take a shower to not waste any more time. you put your clothes on a nearby shelf. you stood in front of the mirror in your underwear only, looking for anything that could be possibly pointed out, like you didn't have enough insecurities already. feeling rather self-conscious, you were examining your reflection for any flaws or imperfections. every detail of your body was being inspected up-close, from the lines on your stomach, to the size of your thighs, to the shape of your shoulders and face. your eyes were scanning every inch of you, seeking any signs of something you could hate, even if others wouldn't notice them. you couldn't help but wonder if the things you were stressing over were even worth worrying about, or if you were just creating problems where they didn't exist.

either way, you couldn't help but hate them. and since you mostly focused on bad things and you didn't see your advantages - you hated yourself. in your eyes your whole body could change. or even should change.

the more you stared at yourself in the mirror, picking apart every little thing, the more you hated what you saw. it felt like nothing was good enough, like every little imperfection needed to be changed or worked on. you felt like you could never measure up to this impossible standard, like your entire body was inadequate. the insecurities were eating away at you, gnawing away until any confidence or self-love you might've had was gone.

that was the moment your eyes beginned to get glossy. you didn't cry though, oh, no. you hated the way you look when you cry, just like everything else, so you tried your best to hold back tears. the floodgates were beginning to open, but you held them back with everything you had. you despised the way you looked when you cried: the tears down your cheeks, your puffy eyes, all those disgusting, revolting imperfections. as much as you hated your flaws, you despised your crying face even more. you would never let anyone see you like that, never.

suddenly, your girlfriend and roommate in one, knocked on the door. "everything okay in there?"

she must notice you're taking your time instead of simply taking a shower already.

you stayed silent, knowing if you try to open your mouth you couldn't control what comes from them. you'd probably break down and the thick door won't be enough to mute your pathetic sobs.

you didn't want to answer, but then again, you knew if you stayed quiet, your girlfriend would eventually come in and check on you. you had to keep yourself together. you couldn't fall apart right in front of her like that.

you let out a shaky breath and replied, "yeah, everything's fine." you could feel your voice cracking with each word, but you were determined not to let her see you in such a sorry state.

what if she sees me the way i see myself?

your girlfriend wasn't fooled by your shaky reply. even if you denied it, she knew something was wrong. she heard the emotion in your voice and could sense the struggle to keep yourself together. without another word, she opened the door and walked in.

"what's wrong, pretty girl?" she asked when she didn't saw your glossy eyes yet.

you, on the other hand, couldn't control yourself anymore. the nickname 'pretty girl' hit you instantly, thinking you're anything but pretty.

pretty.

girl.

those two words hit you harder than a punch to the gut, evoking a strong reaction that you tried to mask. you took a deep breath to steady your voice so that you didn't break, but it was impossible to sound completely calm when you felt so much pain just from those two words.

"nothing." you muttered quietly, but your voice sounded more like a choke than a word.

she hugged you from behind, looking in the same, unlucky mirror. her hands softly touched the scretch marks on your hips as she hold onto them, gently rocking you back and forth.

you wanted nothing more than to reject this hug and flee from your own reflection in the mirror, but you were too weak to pull away.

"nothing?" she asked gently, planting little kisses from your neck to shoulders.

you felt a wave of shame and embarrassment wash over you as your girlfriend's touch revealed the marks on your hips. she immediately spotted them and caressed them with her soft hands.

it all felt too much. you were fighting so hard to hold yourself together, but when she touched you, it all came crashing down. the tears finally escaped and you began to sob, clinging onto her tightly as you broke down. "no... not nothing..."

she held you close, feeling your warmth as her arms wrapped around you and her hands comforted your pain. she rubbed your back and kissed your neck as she tried to soothe you. "shh, come here, it's okay..." she whispered gently.

she led you over to the bed and laid you down. she carefully took off her shirt, leaving on only her bra and boxers, then laid down with you, hugging you tightly. she kissed your neck, your face, brushed your hair back, caressed your body, your stretch marks, your insecurities (at least the ones she knew about), anything to try and comfort you. she whispered words of reassurance and love as she tried to fill you with the affection you felt you lacked. "i love you, my pretty girl... i love you." she repeated those words again and again, hoping you'd believe that someone could love you, and that someone was her.

ellie continued to hold you tightly as you cried into her. your tears soaked into her bra, but she didn't mind; you'd done that many times before. she rubbed your back in soothing circles as she let you let it all out, and she made small shushing noises in your ear. your sobs turned into whimpers and then into a soft murmur, and as your emotions died down, she gently wiped away the tears, replacing them with kisses.

as she noticed you calmed down she slightly pulled away to get a better look at you. "can you tell me what's wrong now?"

"i... it's just..." you started, and your voice broke as you tried to find the words. your girlfriend gave you her undivided attention, focusing on you and only you. "i- i don't feel pretty... i don't feel good enough... i don't feel... enough."

with her eyes looking deep into yours, you couldn't help but be vulnerable as you opened up to her. your insecurities and flaws, the things you tried so hard to hide, were all laid bare in front of her now.

a pang of guilt hit you in that moment.

what am i doing?

ellie was so sweet and loving, and you felt like you were just taking advantage of her kindness. like you're just an attention seeker.

but before you could say anything, she pressed a finger to your lips.

"no. shut your mouth." she said sternly, and you couldn't help but chuckle a bit. "that's not true. i don't wanna hear it, not another word." she leaned in and pressed her soft lips to yours.

you found yourself sitting on her lap, as she stroked your hair, whispering something or kissing you from time to time. you told her all about it, about what and how you feel. and she listened.

you were so lost in your emotional story you didn't even notice the way she slowly took off her rings - one by one, and placed them on a bedside shelf.

[lvrdrafts]

It Is Just A Joke

★ Summary: You hear Bucky compare you to Natasha and it makes you question if Bucky ever really loved you, but can Bucky fix what he has done before it is too late

★ Pairing: Bucky x f!Reader

★ Warnings: Being compared, suicide

★ Word Count: 2,000+

★ Genre: Angst

★ A/N: Should I make a permanent tag list?

Fluff Version

You had a past filled with heartbreak, as you had encountered one boyfriend after another who cheated on you, citing your looks as the reason for their breakup or abusing you physically. Your self-esteem suffered immensely, leaving you feeling unworthy of love and affection.

However, everything changed when you became an Avenger and met Bucky Barnes, the man who made you feel cherished and appreciated in ways you had never experienced before. You were still going to therapy from the trauma they left you but Bucky helped you get through it and you depression even if he didn't know that.

Your shared experiences as Avengers brought you two closer together. Bucky understood the pain you had endured, and you connected on a deep level. He saw the beauty within you, which went far beyond your physical appearance. Your love grew strong, and you became inseparable.

One day, you happened to overhear Bucky talking to Steve and you wanted to surprise him with an attack full of kisses but you stopped in your tracks as you heard Bucky say, "Steve, you've seen Natasha's body, right? She's incredible. I sometimes wish she was my girlfriend."

“I know I see you staring at her all the time" Steve says chuckling "you really should stop staring before you make it obvious, besides your dating someone punk”

Your heart shattered into pieces as you felt the old wounds of insecurity resurface. You couldn't bear to hear the man you loved longing for someone else, especially someone as stunning as Natasha.

"I care about her a lot, Steve, but sometimes I can't help but think about Natasha and how much better it would be with her." Bucky says and you felt as if your heart is being ripped out.

Steve frowned, sensing where this was going. "Bucky, you know it's not fair to compare Y/N to Natasha or anyone else? Everyone's different."

“Y/N’s pretty I know but she just doesn’t compare to Nat,” that was all it took for your heart to completely obliterate into a trillion pieces. You were no longer the only one that thought you were nothing compared to her. You didn't want Bucky to leave you for someone else, you didn't want him to leave you like how they all did.

In the solitude of your room, tears streamed down your face as the weight of Bucky's words crushed your spirit. All the progress you had made in feeling loved and cherished was unraveling before your eyes. The old wounds of heartbreak and insecurity resurfaced with a vengeance, enveloping you in suffocating darkness.

Questions plagued your mind. Were you not enough for Bucky? Would he eventually leave you for Natasha or someone else? Did he only settle for you because he couldn't have her? The demons of self-doubt tormented you, and you felt utterly inadequate, unable to compete with the image of perfection you held in your mind of Natasha.

You couldn't bear seeing Bucky, it felt as if you were gonna burst into tears every time you saw him. You tried avoiding him as best as you could for a few weeks but being in the same building together 24/7 was harder than you expected.

Each time he tried to reach out or spend time with you, you made excuses, declining his invitations and pushing him away.

"Bucky, I'm really busy right now," you replied one day when he asked if you wanted to grab coffee. "Maybe some other time."

His face fell, but he tried to hide his disappointment. "Sure, Y/N," he said, his voice tinged with sadness. "Just let me know when you're free."

In an attempt to bridge the growing distance, Bucky decided to reach out to you. "Hey, babu want to hang out later? Maybe we can grab a bite or train together?" Bucky says with a huge grin.

"Sorry, Bucky, I have a lot of work to catch up on. Rain check?" you say making up another excuse to be away from him.

He sighed, knowing he couldn't push you. "Sure, no problem. Just let me know when you're free," he replied, trying to hide his disappointment.

Over the next few days, he tried again, asking if you wanted to join him for a movie night or go for a walk, but each time, you declined, always with an excuse. He couldn't help but feel like you were purposely keeping your distance, and it hurt more than he wanted to admit.

One evening, Bucky found you in the common area, sitting by yourself and looking lost in thought. He decided that enough was enough; he needed answers.

"Y/N, we need to talk," he said, approaching you cautiously.

You sighed, knowing this conversation was inevitable. "Sure," you replied, trying to keep your emotions in check.

Bucky hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I've noticed that you've been avoiding me," he began cautiously. "Is there something wrong? Did I do something?"

You looked away, not wanting to meet his gaze. "It's just... things have been a bit busy lately," you said, your voice lacking conviction.

Bucky frowned, sensing that you were holding something back. "Y/N, please, I can tell something's bothering you. You can talk to me, you know."

He reached out to touch your hand, but you pulled away, and he felt the rejection like a physical blow. "I get that, Y/N, but it feels like you're shutting me out completely," he said, his voice tinged with hurt. "I thought we were in this together, no matter what."

You took a deep breath, knowing that it was time to address the elephant in the room. You didn't want to bear the pain anymore "I overheard you, Bucky," you admitted, your voice wavering. "You were talking to Steve, and you said... you said I wasn't as pretty as Natasha."

Bucky's face paled, and he looked like he had been punched in the gut. "Y/N, I..." he stammered, searching for the right words.

"Y/N, I didn't mean it like that. It was just a joke, I didn't mean for you to take it to heart. " he said. He regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth, but he couldn't bring himself to apologize, unable to confront his own emotions.

"I thought jokes were supposed to be funny" you snapped back at Bucky. "Do you see me laughing?"

He sighed, running his hand through his hair. "I didn't think you'd take it so seriously, and it was a private conversation" he said, trying to justify himself.

"You were in the fucking common room a public area and maybe you should think before you speak" you shot back, feeling the tension escalating.

The argument continued, the words becoming sharper and more hurtful with each passing moment. It seemed like every unresolved issue and insecurity came to the surface, and neither of you held back. You both said things you didn't mean, fueled by pain and frustration.

Just as things were about to reach a breaking point, Natasha walked into the room, sensing the tension. "Hey, what's going on here?" she asked, looking between the two of you.

You took a deep breath, trying to regain your composure. "Ask Bucky," you said, your voice trembling with emotion, before storming out of the room.

Bucky stood there, feeling a mix of guilt and regret. He didn't know how to fix things, and he realized just how much he had hurt you with his thoughtless words.

The night you left the Avengers tower, you disappeared without a trace, leaving everyone worried and confused. Bucky was consumed by guilt and regret, unable to forgive himself for his hurtful words that pushed you away. He had a sleepless night searching for any clue about your whereabouts, but there was no sign of you.

The following day, the news broke out that an unnamed Avenger was found jumping off a bridge in a near by park. As the report went viral, the Avengers' concern grew, and Bucky's heart sank. He immediately recognized the description and knew it must be you.

As Tony called an emergency meeting he revealed that you had severe depression and that you were at your breaking point. You had just gotten through the death of you family and the scars left by your abusers growing up had left a toll on you.

Tony had kept this hidden because you had pleaded no one to know and that was why he set up you go to therapy but for a few weeks you have been missing it. While Tony was explaining this Bucky just sat there in regret and felt dumb for not noticing the signs earlier.

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[heavenlyhischier]

who i am | nico hischier

word count: 1.2k

warnings: talks about feeling insecure

note: i’m self projecting in this but idc enjoy my little blurb

Everyone you’ve ever met in your life has made you feel difficult to love in some way. Your parents made you feel like you weren’t doing good enough in school and their disappointment constantly weighed on you. Your friends made you feel like you complained too often so you stopped talking all together. Your ex-boyfriend made you feel like you asked for far too much in the relationship and it left you questioning if you were even worth doing those things for.

You spent the majority of your life doing what you thought what other people wanted, and being who you thought other people wanted you to be. You’d long ago lost sight of who you wanted to be, so you made the decision to move far away from your hometown and away from everyone you’ve ever know to restart your life.

When you moved to New Jersey, the last thing you expected was to meet someone who made you feel welcomed and wanted. From the moment you met Nico Hischier, he was attentive and kind; always making sure you felt included and were comfortable whether you were alone or in a group setting. However, no matter how hard you’d tried to ignore it, the nagging feeling in your chest that it was too good to be true was always there and it never let him get too close.

The night of your birthday was the first time you took a step forward towards letting yourself when it came to your feelings for Nico. He and Mariah, the truest friend you’ve ever had, had booked out the entire back half of a restaurant to surprise you with the best celebration you’d had. You’ve never smiled so much in your life when you saw Nico standing at the front of the group with a smile just as big as yours.

You’ve never felt more content with the way your life was headed than in those moments. You were surrounded by people who’ve never once made you feel inadequate or like your voice wasn’t heard. Though, an accidental overheard conversation had you leaving the night with more on your mind than you were ready for.

“Nico,” Mariah sighed, “It’s not that she doesn’t feel the same way, it’s just— You have to understand that every person she ever thought loved her has hurt her in some way. She’s scared that if she lets herself fall for you, that you won’t fall with her.”

“I already have,” He looked down, the necklace he’d bought for your birthday dangling between his fingers.

“I know, but it’s not that simple for her. She’s worried that you’ll lose interest because she knows that you have so many women practically throwing themselves at you and you’ll find someone better.”

“There is no one better,” He firmly stated, his eyes softening as he looked at the girl in front of her, “I’ll spend however long I need to proving that to her.”

And that he did. Truly, though, it was no different than what he had been doing before. He was texting you whenever he could, asking you how you were doing and how your day was. He was making plans for the two of you, plans that you didn’t have to worry about helping with because he’d done it all by himself. He was complimenting you all the time, making sure you knew that he thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world.

Nico wasn’t pressuring you to be in a relationship with him. In fact, he was letting everything go at the pace you were most comfortable with. He kept the lingering touches to a minimum, never stayed at your house too late, and he would only discuss your feelings for him when you brought it up.

You’d been tossing and turning all night, mind clouded with thoughts of the hockey player who you’re positive you were in love with. He was all you could think about these days. His smile. His laugh. His eyes. His voice. Everything about him. But nothing quite consumed you the way he made you feel.

Right up until you fell asleep, you told yourself over and over that tomorrow you were going to tell Nico how you felt no matter how scared you were. You can’t let fear dictate your life or you were destined to be unhappy. You jumped head first into moving your entire life, now it was time to jump head first into letting yourself love again.

The following morning, you woke with the same determination you fell asleep with. You quickly got ready and ate breakfast, ignoring Mariah’s stare as she watched you literally bounce around the house with a giant smile on your face. She didn’t say anything as she handed you your car and practically ran out the door so you could be on your way to Nico’s before you talked yourself out of it.

“I never felt happy with who I am, until I met you,” You started as soon as Nico had opened the door, tears instantly lining the bottoms of your eyes, “The moment I met you, I knew I was right where I needed to be, and that terrified me. I’ve only ever known the kind of love that leaves you hurt, and I’ve guarded my heart with these steel walls because of that. You crumbled those walls like they were made of paper. Nico, I do love you.

“I do and yes that scares me. Yes I’m scared that you’ll find someone better. Yes I’m scared that you’ll lose feelings for me, but someone once told me that I can’t live my life in fear. Or maybe I heard it in a movie. I don’t know. I just want you to know that I love too hard and I care too much, and that can be difficult—”

“Stop,” He interrupted, pulling you into his apartment.

Your eyes widened and your heart fell into your stomach. Was he about to tell you that he didn’t love you? Was your confession too much? Did you say the wrong thing?

Noticing the way your entire body began to shrink, Nico took your face in his hands and looked into your eyes, “Nothing about you is difficult, schatz. Falling in love with you has been the easiest thing I have ever done. There is no such thing as caring too much. There is no such thing as moving too hard. You are passionate and you are you.”

Tears rolled down your cheeks as he spoke, but they were tears of happiness. The feeling that had been budding in your chest blossomed into full bloom as Nico held your face in his hands. He brought his face closer to you, his nose brushing against yours and his forehead pressed against your own. Your eyes fluttered closed as you basked in the feeling of finally letting go of your fears and letting yourself love and be loved.

idk if this makes any sense bc im so tired so im sorry if it doesn’t

[genshin-squabbles-and-wobbles]

May I request this idea that had been in my mind

What if wanderer remembered hypasia and started telling reader all she had done for him and started comparing reader to hypasia. Reader ignores him until this man gets the fact that reader is jealous and mad because of the comparing so in the end he asks nahida to help him make it up to reader

Ty have a good day/noon/night

Yes ma'am! Sorry for this scenario for taking so long, but here it is! I love you and I hope we can marry our pinky toes together and merge in the woods and then we can die as mermaids together, then go to heaven and find each other in heaven, but then I have to fight all of heaven to get to you in the devil's lava bathtub and then we reunite and destroy all of existence but I'm sorry and I love you. :D

Scaramouche was walking with Nahida, as he was telling her his current issue with you. He was annoyed as he didn’t know what to do to get your attention, more so, for you to "get over it" per say.

"I don’t understand this childish behavior she is doing, she is making a big deal out of nothing, like what was I supposed to do?" He complained and sighed.

Nahida stopped and looked at him. "So, to restate what you have told me, you talked about Hypasia to your lover, and she got upset and stopped talking to you? What were you saying about Hypasia?"

Scaramouche looked to the side with his hand on his chin, he had one arm crossed and shifted his hips. "Well, that she and I had shares a consciousness, and that she was the only one who was well attuned of my past, compared to my lover, she only knows it through my words, or well, she doesn’t know it to the extent as he-"

Nahida interrupted him and chuckled. "If I may, interrupted. Haha, do you perhaps not see that your lover, is perhaps...jealous?"

Scaramouche looked at Nahida confused. "Jealous? Why?"

Nahida looked at him with a smile. "Lets say, your lover had an ex lover, but that ex lover knows her very well, inside and out, compared to you. As this ex lover touched her more than you, and knows her better than you."

"I...I woudn't like that, she could leave me to go back to him..." Scaramouche sighed, exposing his insecurities slightly.

"Exactly. That is what you have did to her." Nahida placed her hand on wanders hand.

"But Hypasia was just a follower, not my past lover." Scaramouche argued, trying to understand his mistake.

"Yes, but you have described her in intimate details, and farther more, you have compared her to your lover, as IF Hypasia was your ex lover. Scaramouche, your lover just feels inadequate, you hurt her with how you have been talking about Hypasia, the best thing to do is at least apologize and give her some space. It shows she loves you and cares, so please go forward with that in mind."

Scaramouche looked at her and sighed. He then looked down with his arms crossed, he had a scowl as her realized this was much more complicated then he realized. A part of him wanted to challenge you, and wanted to be resistant and stubborn. A part of him didn’t want to deal with this or take accountability with this.

But the other part of him misses spending time with you and talking to you. He cares and really wants to make things okay again. Two sides tore at him. He just wished this wasn’t something that the great Wanderer haven’t fallen down to, petty things that he had done to ruin his relationship with you.

Later on, Scaramouche walked into your house. Well, no. He walked into your window, as he never uses your door, he would always somehow gets into your house though any other entrances. He had an anemo vision after all, he utilize the ability to fly around. He entered your home through your window, as he walked to your bedroom door and knocked.

Nothing, you ignored. You were on your bed, deep in thought. You were overthinking.

About what? Well of course, your performance as a lover compared to Hypasia. You heard the knock, but ignored it. What is the point of being his lover, when he apparently had a better lover in mind? No point. You closed your eyes and sighed.

Scaramouche sighed and placed his forehead on the door. After a few moments. "Listen...I am...I am sorry for the way I compared you to Hypasia, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I only had you and a few other people in my life, that is why I ended up comparing, but I never meant to hurt you. It was no...excuse of me. I..I love you. And I am sorry...I'll leave you be and give you space...if you need me...I'll be out dealing with business. I won't be coming back until you want me to..." With that, Scaramouche left and stuck to his word.

You widen your eyes and immediately sat up surprised. Pondering for a few moments, you ran to open the door, however, it was too late. He was gone. You stood there in silence, staring at the window he left from. Your arms and shoulders went limp as you slowly started to blame yourself for your emotions and reacting the way you did to the situation at hand.

[imarealnugget]

Yuji Itadori when you're insecure

Feat. Yuji Itadori

TW. fluff, insecureties, pet names (baby), sad emotions, Yuji Itadori x insecure female!reader

Words Count: 1.2k

Synopsis: while watching a movie with your boyfriend, Yuji Itadori, he asked you why did you seem upset, he's really good at reading your mind, he always understands when you're upset or not. You told him you had so many voices in your head and so may insecureties, so he helped you with simple actions that made you feel better; isn't he the best guy in the world?

It was a quiet evening, the dim light of the table lamp creating a cozy atmosphere in your home. As you and Yuji Itadori sat on the couch, embraced and immersed in watching a movie, your gaze often wandered into thoughts that had been tormenting your mind for days. Yuji noticed your distraction and placed his hand on your face, seeking your gaze. "Is something bothering you, baby?" he asked gently, his intense eyes filled with concern. You bit your lip, summoning the courage to share what was troubling you. "It's just that... I feel so insecure lately," you confessed, feeling the weight of your words. "It's like I'm not enough, like I'm constantly trying to reach a standard I can't define." His gaze softened, and with an encouraging smile, he said, "Baby, never say such a thing. You're perfect just as you are. There's no need to try to be someone else or meet unrealistic standards." But within you, the insistent voice of your insecurity continued to whisper, fueling doubt. "It's just that, sometimes, I feel like I'm not interesting enough for you. You're so strong, so courageous, and I... I feel so ordinary, so plain." Yuji took your face in his hands, making you look straight into his eyes. "Baby, there's nothing ordinary about you. You're extraordinary to me, exactly as you are. I've never desired anything different from you." His words were sweet, but you still felt inadequate. "And then there are the other girls," you confessed in a hushed voice. "The ones who are beautiful, skinnier.. who always seem to know what to do. Sometimes I wonder if you desire someone like that." His expression became serious, almost worried. "Baby, don't do this to yourself. I love you for the wonderful person you are. The others have nothing to do with us. Don't let their shadows overshadow our light." But your fears persisted, plunging you into a spiral of uncertainty. "What if I never manage to be enough? What if my fears prevent me from being the girl you deserve?" Yuji held you tighter, seeking to convey reassurance with his embrace. "Love, you're not alone in this. We're a team, remember? Together we can overcome anything. You are enough, more than enough. Don't let fear rob you of the joy of being yourself." You felt vulnerable, but his reassuring presence made you feel less alone in your tormented thoughts. "Thank you, Yuji," you whispered, trying to accept his comfort. His lips gently touched your forehead. "No need to thank me. We're here for each other, always. Your fears are real, but together we can face them. Never let them make you feel less than you're worth." The evening continued with confessions and love, and as Yuji tried to dispel your insecurities, you began to understand that the love you shared was stronger than any doubt. You had a partner who loved you for the unique person you were, with all your imperfections. And as you embraced Yuji's comfort, you realized that maybe, just maybe, you could learn to love yourself as he did.

The following days were a mix of highs and lows. Despite Yuji's reassuring words, your insecurities continued to torment you. They were like little demons insinuating into your thoughts, undermining your self-esteem. One morning, while alone in the kitchen, you felt your phone vibrate in the pocket of your pants. It was a message from Yuji. "Y/n, how are you today?" he inquired, showing his constant concern for your well-being. "I don't know, Yuji," you replied honestly. "I still feel this fog of insecurity inside me." Yuji's response came almost instantly. "I understand, baby. Are you free later for a walk together? I want to talk to you about something." You agreed with a simple "Yes," and later, as you walked hand in hand in a quiet park, Yuji seemed to reflect on how to express what he had in mind. "Baby," he began, "I've noticed that lately you've been spending a lot of time looking at yourself in the mirror. You have such a natural and authentic beauty, but it seems like you don't see it." He gently squeezed your hand, trying to make you feel his support. "I thought we could do something together. A sort of experiment to show you how extraordinary you are." Intrigued, you looked at him, curious about what he had in mind. Yuji pulled out a smartphone and held it in front of both of you. "Baby, I want to take a series of photos. Not those forced poses or fake smiles, but pictures that capture your true beauty, your authenticity." Initially, you felt a bit awkward, but Yuji was so passionate about capturing every expression on your face that you soon forgot your insecurities. He managed to capture those small moments when you genuinely smiled, reflected deeply, or looked at the world in wonder. At the end of the impromptu photo session, Yuji looked at the photos on the phone screen and then into your eyes. "Look at these images, baby. This is who you really are. Not an idealized version or something you have to aspire to become. You are already extraordinary." You were moved by his sweetness and dedication to showing you your beauty through his eyes. In that moment, you understood that your insecurity was often the result of an unfair comparison with unrealistic standards imposed by the world. You needed to start seeing yourself through the eyes of someone who loved you.

Weeks passed, and over time, the fog of your insecurity began to dissipate. Yuji's words and the photos you had taken together were like a balm for your soul. You began to see the beauty in yourself, not only externally but also in your inner strength, kindness, and capacity to love.

One day, while walking once again in the park, Yuji noticed your radiant gaze and more confident steps. "How are you feeling today?" he asked with a smile. "I feel like I've made progress," you replied with a sincere smile. "Thanks to you, Yuji. Thank you for not leaving me alone in my fears, I really love you.” He squeezed your hand affectionately. "Our love is a team, remember? We're here for each other, always." That evening, returning home, you found yourself flipping through the photos you had taken together. As you looked at those captured moments, you smiled, recognizing your authentic beauty. You had learned that Yuji's love was not just a temporary response to your insecurities but a fundamental emotional refuge that helped you grow and discover your intrinsic value.

Your relationship strengthened further, fueled by mutual understanding and the willingness to overcome every obstacle together. With time, you learned to embrace not only your qualities but also your imperfections, aware that they were an integral part of what made you unique. You had learned that true love went beyond external appearances, delving into the depths of emotions and authentic connections. Through challenges and victories, the two of you walked together, ready to support each other on the journey of life. And so, hand in hand, you moved towards the future, aware that your love would always illuminate the path.

[adviceformefromme]

My recent journey with self love… 

Context: last summer I probably felt my most radiant yet, I was glowing, my life was thriving. But all that changed when i had a health scare and had to have an emergency surgery. I had to remove my nail extensions for the surgery, I deleted social media (and haven't returned since). I decided to embark on a natural journey. So goodbye gorgeous long hair extensions, and thank you for completely thinning out my own hair, good bye nail extensions, (I no longer wanted chemicals on my nails). And hello, and welcome natural, authentic version on myself.

I’ve spent months looking in the mirror, feeling average. It felt so disheartening to notice my flaws every time I caught my reflection. Everything about my image felt inadequate. The lines in my forehead, the scarring from old acne. But who was judging me? 

I had truly become my own worst critic, and after two months of deep reflections and shifting my energy I can finally say I have got to a place where I love what I see….  What did I do?

1) I set the intention. I knew I had to heal this inner self-depreciating, harmful voice and tune it into love. I did the mirror affirmations (they didn’t really work because I didn’t feel beautiful reading them), but what they did is remind me constantly of the work I needed to do, on shifting my inner voice. I journaled on this topic, I cried. I remembered a situation as a child where i felt less than average and processed the emotions. I listened to subliminals briefly on youtube. Podcasts on self acceptance. I went hard on clearing this lack of self acceptance.

2) I spoke to my mindset coach about my insecurities as it started to impact how I was feeling everyday, as if I was second class, less than average. He guided me back to God, and reminding me that my validation does not come from the outer world. His delivery of words, shifted my mind completely. I accepted where I am in this current chapter and let go of this idea that I need to be perfectly groomed and presentable to be accepted by the world. God loves me just as I am. Period He also reminded me that I was feeling the discomfort so strongly because it doesn’t resonate who I am. It’s not my truth. It needed to be cleared.

3) I took action. I went for a deep cleansing facial to help with my skin texture, got my brows did, also went for botox. I watched youtube videos of natural hair transformation and started speaking life into hair, and making homemade hair masks.

While point 3 might seem like a short-cut in some regards, because botox resolved one of my main insecurities when I looked in the mirror. There is no shame in making changes that make you feel good. The pain comes when you don’t accept or change what's bothering you. Your self love journey is completely unique to you. So if you need to spend money, invest, and make changes, go ahead. Investing in yourself is the very best investment you can make. Because how you feel each and everyday ultimately shapes the energy you carry with you moment by moment.

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Only Friends: Ray x Sand Character & Relationship Theories

So a fun game I like to play before a series airs, is to speculate on the characters and the possible direction or conflicts that may arise (based only on what we've seen so far). An initial delve into Ray and Sand as individuals and as a couple.

RAY

"Ray is quite spoiled. He wants to be pampered by everyone." Being spoilt often means getting your way, and hence unable to compromise or settle for less. Ray loves attention, which can lead to an inflated sense of self-importance or narcissism. The issue with this is your identity becomes so easily informed by those around you. Without attention to thrive on, Ray may feel invisible or inadequate. And when feeling insecure, they may feel driven to do things to purposely draw attention to themselves (exhibitionist-like behaviour or throwing tantrums/sulking). Attention only supplies a fleeting sense of validation. It's nowhere close to true fulfilment.

A spoilt nature can also manifest as clinginess or possessiveness. ‘This is mine', 'this belongs to me and only me.' As Khaotung puts it, Ray likes being 'pampered' aka doted on by those around him. So when Mew is swiped away by Top from under his nose, Ray is clearly annoyed. This is partly due to Top being his love rival, but I believe it's more simple than that. Mew is his friend. Once Top comes into the picture, Mew naturally spends much less time with him. Possessiveness is the close relative of (petty) jealousy. You don't want 'your people' spending time with anyone else. You ideally want them revolving their time around you, because they validate your existence.

"Be patient with his hot temper, because Ray is easily frustrated." Confrontational, brash, and a loose cannon when angry. Ray seems to react on emotion rather than rationale. If things aren't to his liking, his immediate knee jerk reaction is to act out. Essentially, he's a bit of a brat. "He's going to be straightforward. His words might not be appropriate. Ray might just say what he wants honestly." Ray isn't deterred by formalities or niceties. You’ll get the truth whether you like it or not.

"Deep down, I think he's someone who needs love." "So if you're his friend, he might fall for you too." These points Khaotung shared are the most intriguing in my opinion. It implies that it's not Mew exclusively that Ray could have developed a crush on. It could have easily been another close friend in an alternative version of events. Ray may latch onto others far too easily (especially towards those who give him positive attention and reinforcement, possibly).

SAND

First emphasises that Sand's financial situation has a huge bearing on his character. "He works to earn his living, thus he must be patient when doing things to ensure his survival... he has to work many jobs to earn money". Sand appears to be a musician who side hustles as a sex worker (which is at least two jobs). He has to be resourceful and pragmatic, especially in how to set his priorities in order.

"Sand doesn't have time. He's someone you must approach first." If they say my treat, they suddenly become more interesting to him." It requires more effort for someone to get to know Sand. I speculate that Ray might begin by 'hiring' Sand under the pretence of work. If Sand doesn't have much free time to spare, this would allow Ray to see him if he offers to 'pay for it'. Even though it's in Sand's best interests to pursue connections that will benefit him, he makes exceptions for those he considers his friends. This tells me that Sand has a strong righteous and moral compass. No matter how tough his own circumstances may be, he'll prioritise those he cares about.

"You will see his patience." Patience nurtures a willingness to listen and a willingness to compromise. Patience suggests registered and thoughtful decision-making rather than haste. Unfortunately it can cause others to push your boundaries, under the assumption you'll be more forgiving. In the trailer, he's frequently on the receiving end of Ray's wrath. Everyone has a limit, and it's likely that Ray will test Sand's patience to the point he snaps.

"People around him might sense tension and pressure from him sometimes." It's no surprise that when you live on the edge, you can be highly strung. His circumstances would understandably make him less tolerant to 'first world problems' or unnecessary shenanigans. Sand seems like the type to have a no nonsense policy for mind games. He could be a voice of reason in the series, as we see him trying to talk sense into Nick regarding Boston’s treatment of him. I have a hunch Sand will act out of genuine concern for Ray in a lot of instances, which gets rebuffed or misunderstood as being overly nosy or preachy.

RAY x SAND: Potential Conflicts

Sand's Financial Status

Mew, Ray, Boston and Top all seem to move in the same circles - appearing fairly wealthy. Often seen in homes with huge pools, driving nice cars and dress fairly dapper too. Ray has a ridiculously lavish bedroom (I mean fur pillows??) Whereas I think Sand and Nick may live together, and are on the other end of the spectrum. Sand works multiple jobs and Nick works in a phone shop.

When there is a wealth imbalance, it's common for those lesser off to have a complex around this (being in a position of disadvantage and seen as inferior). "Do I need to pamper you and call you Sugar Daddy? I don't know how to do that." By definition, 'Sugar Daddy' is usually someone older/richer who lavishes gifts on their 'partner' in exchange for sexual favours. Sand's cynic quip is a little dig at their dynamic, alluding to the fact that he doesn't know how to play to those in richer circles.

"It's clear that you just can't take care of what you have." Top mocks Sand in a way that could support this theory. That he can't take care of Ray and support his lifestyle. Ray also says, "You think my life will be better with you?" Which could be interpreted as: 'What value do you bring to my life (when I already have everything)?' It also has an air of 'Who are you to comment on my life when we come from different worlds entirely?'

Ray is High Maintenance or 'Troubled'

"I'll never take someone like you as my boyfriend." Which is Sand declaring: 'You/Your type are way too much trouble for me'. (Famous last words). He also says, "You should save your money for a shrink." Ray likely comes with baggage, bad habits or more serious issues. Whatever this may be, it's very clear to Sand that Ray would be too challenging a prospect as a boyfriend. Though there is undoubtedly attraction between them, Sand's wariness about these issues are strong enough for him to be hesitant about going further.

Another curious detail is in one scene Ray's arm is in a sling, and another he appears to have a bruised lip and cheek. Ray clearly has a volatile temper, which is a probable cause for trouble. But something tells me that Ray may have a far more underlying problem that would warrant Sand suggesting he see a shrink. Anger management issues feels too on the nose.

More Than Just Bed Friends

At the start of the series, Ray is pining over Mew. Somewhere along the line he starts to pursue Sand more seriously instead, though Sand doesn't consider Ray as boyfriend material. "Can you make an exception for me?"

"Can you stop thinking about something else for just one second? Focus on me for once, will you?" Sand seems frustrated that Ray blows hot and cold, which means he doesn't really know where he stands. Ray has either given very mixed signals from the get go or majorly yo-yos after Mew is definitely taken. "Stop poking your nose into my business. What are we to each other?" "Now that you already stepped into my life, I won't let you walk away." One minute he's telling Sand to piss off, and the next he's vowing not to let Sand out of his sights.

The ultimate conflict being 'so, what are we'?

Ray and Sand are referred to as 'Bed Friends' but Boston and Nick are referred to as 'Friends with Benefits'. (I thought this meant the same thing, but is there a distinction? Someone enlighten me if so). In the context of this series, it seems 'Bed Friends' refers to sex that leads to friendship. Whereas 'Friends with Benefits' are two friends that have sex regularly but don't share a romantic relationship.

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There will be plenty to analyse as soon as the first episode airs this week. Super interested to hear what others have been speculating is in store for us. We will not be prepared.

[frvnkcastles]

hii i’m not sure if this request is acceptable for you to write, but i was thinking a scenario where the reader is a naturally introverted & quiet person. she also struggles with self image/body issues & social anxiety. maybe reader & frank castle are at a small gathering to meet reader’s childhood bff. but she starts to become insecure & feel inadequate b/c the bff is the total opposite of her (friendly, outgoing, & etc), always has all the guys attention, & all the crushes the reader has had on a guy would reject her & pursue the bff instead. reader also dresses conservatively, doesn’t wear makeup either & the bff is the complete opposite of that. i know this is a lot to request and regardless if you do write it, i thank you for taking the time to read this!! :) <33

just a side note: reader absolutely loves her bff and would do anything for her!! she’s just so in love with frank castle & worries that she might not be enough for him :’)

ALWAYS BE THIS WAY ➵ F. CASTLE

Summary: You introduce Frank to your friend — cue unwarranted jealousy and a bout of insecurities.

Warnings: Feminine nicknames, insecurities, anxiety, fluff

Word count: 1.8k

Author’s note: Anon, I sympathize with you!! Sometimes I hurt my own feelings when I’m daydreaming about Frank because I start to wonder if he’d pay me any attention at all, or if he’d prefer my friends, instead. But that’s why we have fanfiction to reassure us of the opposite :) You sound like a wonderful person, I’m sending you lots of love <33 (Sidenote, I missed the part in your request where you said ’small gathering’ and the plot kinda got away from me, but I hope you like it regardless!)

The November air around you was crisp and you found yourself itching to take Frank’s hand, only to settle on shoving yours deep into your pockets. The house where you were headed was booming with noise and so very reminiscent of college parties, making you flush at the prospect of bringing Frank to one. He didn’t seem fazed, but you couldn’t tell if that was how he was truly feeling or if he was just really good at keeping a straight face.

You couldn’t believe that you had invited Frank to a party. You also couldn’t believe that he had actually said yes, but as you neared the doorstep side by side, you were actually grateful for the safe company. Your childhood best friend was to be blamed, or thanked, for the event of the night and you hadn’t had the heart to decline — she was dear to you, after all, even if you were not a party person.

”Sure about this?” Frank asked right before you reached for the doorhandle, and with wide eyes, you faced him.

”Do you wanna leave?” you asked, panicking internally at the thought of him leaving you here all alone, but the warm chuckle he gave you was reassuring in effect.

”Nah, ’m good. You just kinda look like you want the ground to swallow ya up”, Frank noted with his hands in his pockets, and awkwardly, you glanced at your feet before giving him a shrug.

”It’s not really my scene. But I love her and I want to be here for her”, you explained, and nodding, Frank promised he understood. In fact, he could respect you going out of your comfort-zone for a loved one — he was the type to put family first, too, after all.

With a deep inhale of courage, you opened the door and was welcomed with the loud music and the colorful lights inside the house. It really was quite adolescent from the looks of it, but you weren’t that surprised — your friend had found a passion in throwing parties for her sorority, and clearly, she was yet to move on. You had always felt kind of guilty for missing out on all the supposed fun, but as you stepped in now, you felt more exposed than anything.

Awkwardly, you adjusted your jacket over your dress, the one that you had worn maybe once or twice and then deemed ’too much’ for you, and glanced over your shoulder to find Frank scanning the room. He stood behind you like a bodyguard, and it only added to the insecure feeling eating you from the inside. This really wasn’t a place you’d usually be at on a Friday night, and the drinking and dancing around you was definitely a little too bold for you.

”Oh my gosh, there you are!” your friend called your name as she emerged from the crowd, her gorgeous outfit gaining all your attention right up until she grabbed your hand and started yanking you further into the house. ”Come, let’s get you something to drink”, she gushed, and as you were dragged towards the kitchen, you looked behind to make sure Frank was still following — he was.

As your friend poured you a soda, Frank grabbed a beer and was satisfied in sipping it in the background while the two of you got caught up. There was much to discuss, considering it had been months since you had seen each other, but eventually, she noticed the man you had come with, a sly smile on her face.

”Well, are you gonna introduce me to your friend or what?” she teased you with a nudge, and with an awkward laugh, you gestured between her and Frank, who stuck out one hand to the woman.

”This is Frank. He’s my, uh, friend”, you briefed her, and as soon as the word friend left your mouth, you regretted it. You wished it could have been something more, wished you could have held Frank’s hand and linked arms with him, leaned into him and kissed his cheek, but alas, you could not. And now that it was aired out, he was basically fair game, and you already knew your friend would ask for your permission to flirt with him later. And you’d say yes, because… because what else could you say? He wasn’t yours. You just wished he was.

”Pleasure”, Frank spoke gruffly, and with a giggle, your friend batted her eyelashes at him.

”It’s all mine, Frank. Make yourself at home, okay?” she replied with a casual brush against his arm, completely innocent, and yet it had your blood boiling. This happened every time — guys always went for her, not you. You had been able to cope with it before, but Frank was… well, Frank. He wasn’t just a potential one night stand or a casual fling at all. He was special and you really, really cared for him.

You just couldn’t tell if the feeling was mutual.

”Oh, I love this song!” your friend cheered when another pop song blasted through the speakers, and grabbing Frank’s hand, she began leading him to the living room for the homemade dance floor. You followed behind them, but stayed in the doorway, not really sure what to do with yourself as you watched her dance with her best efforts to get Frank in the mood, as well. If you hadn’t been so paralyzed with envy and insecurity, you would have laughed at the sight of him, stiff and out of place with his hands trying to find somewhere to be.

You shifted your jacket over your dress again, utterly uncomfortable around all these people, dressed in something you would have never worn otherwise. You felt out of place, too, and you had a hard time imagining that any of these people would care for a conversation with you. It felt like the walls were coming down on you, like it was getting a little harder to breathe, so you turned back to lock eyes on the one person who always grounded you — Frank.

Just as you did, you saw him finally placing his hands on her hips, and your heart sank. Before it could shatter into a million pieces, though, he gently and respectfully pushed her away, leaned down to whisper something in her ear, and then turned on his heel and headed directly your way. You straightened your position against the doorway and fiddled with your hands as he towered over you, his low voice barely audible through the music.

”Wanna get outta here?” he asked, and with an eager nod, you accepted his offer. The two of you aimed for the front door, but before you could make it, your friend grabbed your arm through the crowd and you turned back to face her, all the while Frank was still sneaking through all the dancing people and towards the door.

”Hey, I’m sorry, I would’ve never tried to dance with him like that if I had known”, she shouted over the music, and with a frown, you couldn’t say anything. Known what?

She kissed your cheek, and with that, she was gone again. Confused, you continued your way back to the entrance, where Frank awaited and offered his hand to you as soon as you were within reach. With warm cheeks, you accepted his gesture and took a gentle hold of his bigger hand, your heart racing in your chest as you strolled across the street and back to your car.

”Didn’t seem like you were havin’ the best time”, Frank finally spoke up, ”figured we could do somethin’ better.”

You looked up at him, but as soon as he turned to meet your gaze, you glanced away. ”Thank you, Frankie”, you chuckled. ”I guess I just always feel a little… inadequate in situations like that”, you added quietly, and with a frown, Frank looked at you again.

”How do you mean?” he wondered, and with a shrug, you subconsciously squeezed his hand.

”Not pretty enough. Not wild enough. Not fun enough. I dunno. I love her but I’ve never been like her or her other friends. I just don’t feel… Well, I guess enough was the key word here”, you elaborated, the words just pouring out of you, and anxiety slowly leaving your body along with them. The tension that built up in you through the night was finally exiting, and you felt like you could breathe again.

”Hey”, Frank grunted as the two of you reached your car, his hand still tightly holding onto yours when you stopped walking. ”I think you’re enough. You’re goddamn amazin’, actually. It probably ain’t gonna help much but I just need ya to know that I wouldn’t change a thing about you. I like you the way you are”, he continued, dead-serious, and as much was obvious from the stare he gave you — almost intimidating but you knew it was coming from a place of affection.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you broke into a soft smile. ”Thank you, Frank”, you hummed. He was about to let go and walk to his side of the car, but with a sudden rush of bravery, you stopped him. ”Hey, what did you tell her? When you left her on the dance floor?” you asked, supposing your friend’s cryptic comment may have had something to do with that. Your face felt hot and your stomach was full of butterflies, but Frank was just as casual as ever, even when he shared his confession with you.

”Told her what I just told you. I like you. You. Don’t wanna dance with anyone else”, he shrugged. Your smile faltered, and your first instinct was to wonder if he was messing with you, if they had figured out you had a crush on him and were now playing a cruel joke on you.

But then you remembered who you were looking at. He would have never done that to you, and he wouldn’t have lied to you. And the way he stared at you still, the way he stood by his words, meant he was completely serious and honest about his feelings.

”Really?” you whispered, and with a quiet laugh, Frank gave you a look.

”Gonna make me repeat it, girl?”

Giggling, you pursed your lips together in fake-thought. ”I might. It sounded good”, you teased before gulping and turning more serious. ”I like you too, you know”, you admitted, and with a smile spreading over his lips, Frank nodded. Slowly, he leaned over to you so he could press his lips against your forehead in a soft, loving kiss, and in an instant, your heart rested easy and you felt safe and at home.

”I was hoping you’d say that.”

[pochipop]

＃MYSTIC MESSENGER !! ♡ — LOVE LANGUAGES (GIVING/RECEIVING).

#. synopsis! — how they love and like to be loved .

#. characters! — jumin, yoosung, jihyun (v), saeran (ray), hyun (zen), saeyoung (707) .

#. warnings! — none .

#. alt accounts! — @ddollipop (nsfw) @yyolkchi (reblog/spam) .

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𖦹. ━ JUMIN !!

Jumin gives gifts and acts of service. The revolving door of women his father brought in and out of his life profoundly impacted Jumin's view of love. He hardened himself to the idea of it all, closing his emotions off in order to protect himself. Allowing himself to feel, to love and be loved in turn, is a foreign concept to him. However, Jumin is well accustomed to offering physical things as a means of showing appreciation; so giving gifts is a natural part of his immediate range. The same goes for providing acts of service. He's long been seen as the capable businessman, secure in his ability to complete tasks efficiently, so actively doing things for you comes easily to him. Jumin presents you with flowers often, and buys you new jewelry every few weeks. He also indulges you in your hobbies, giving you things to support your endeavors in order to silently cheer you on when words don't come as easily. He offers to help you even when it's clear you don't need it, —just to be sure, and he's on top of every chore and every need you share with him.

Jumin likes to receive quality time & words of affirmation. As a businessman, Jumin knows how precious time is. He's worked against thousands of deadlines by this point in his life, —has set a thousand more in turn, and understands the importance of punctuality and diligence. By no means is his interpersonal relationship standard different in that regard. He feels loved and special when you actively make time for him, because he knows that when someone does that, it's because they care. A lot. Jumin has many insecurities about being in a romantic relationship, worried that he might make one wrong move and watch the foundation crumble. More than anything, he fears being alone. However, those worries can be quenched easily enough by some softly spoken words. Whisper in his ear when he's almost asleep, —pull him in and kiss at the shell of his ear before telling him you're thankful for all the things he's done for you. Shower him in praise every once and a while; let him bask in it. Offering words of affirmation to him will let him know he's doing alright, especially on the days when he feels inadequate as a lover, will go more than a long way. It doesn't take much to soothe him down when it comes from you.

𖦹. ━ YOOSUNG !!

Yoosung gives physical touch. He's far from shy about loving you. In fact, Yoosung is beyond proud to have you by his side. He really feels like he hit the jackpot with you, —admires you as a person as much as he loves you as a partner. He thinks you're the best, sweetest, most capable person in the entire world, and he shows all of that through lots of varying physical means. Whenever the two of you go out together, his hand is sure to slip its way into your own very quickly. Behind closed doors, he's infinitely clingier. Not that he doesn't understand personal space, and he'll be sure to give it to you if you express that you need it, but Yoosung's main and most prominent love language is physical touch, and he'd like to be near you as often as possible. It doesn't have to be overt: something as simple as sitting close together with your knees resting against one another's is something he'll offer to show he loves you. More than anything, he likes to give you hugs, —the kind that feel a little crushing at first until you relax into them. The warm kind that make you feel safe. Yoosung likes to play with your fingers and hair, likes to trail his fingers down your arms when you're resting against him. He'll press kisses wherever he can: your knuckles, the crown of your head, your cheeks, your forehead, —you name it.

Yoosung likes to receive words of affirmation. All things considered, Yoosung is by no means a demanding partner. In fact, he expects very little from you and would never press for something you were unwilling to give. Still, even someone like him, who comes across as very happy-go-lucky and aloof, needs reassurance every once in a while. In reality, he might need it more than most. He might not show it, but insecurity eats him alive at night, keeps him awake. It doesn't have to be gushing praise, —it doesn't even have to be overwhelmingly overt. Just small acknowledgments in tiny increments, like telling him he should rest because he worked hard today or reminding him to eat properly because he needs to take care of himself. Compliments about his appearance are the least needed since Yoosung isn't much concerned with looks of all things, but he does like to be told that he's handsome, and even if being called "cute" isn't favorable from others, he likes it when you say it. When it comes from you, it doesn't feel condescending, and it doesn't feel like you're speaking down to him or downplaying his maturity. It just makes him smile.

𖦹. ━ JIHYUN !!

Jihyun gives quality time + acts of service. Guilt runs deep, and Jihyun has not shed the skin of the man he used to be. He has yet to grow into the new flesh of the person he's always yearned to be. He hesitates to touch or offer words of affirmation, lest he make a mistake. But he feels most confident when you sit alongside him; when you watch him work, sit somewhere in the distance and let him take candid pictures of you that he treasures. That quality time fuels him, gives him hope for a brighter future; one where the stars never fail to shine. He likes to feel your presence, even if only from a distance sometimes. Jihyun also goes out of his way to be kind, not out of obligation, but out of desire. When you smile, he feels the warmth of the sun on his skin, —and he seeks to bathe in it for as long as you'll allow. So, he makes you tea or coffee in the mornings, memorizes all your favorite add-ins and the exact amounts you prefer. He pays close attention to the things you enjoy and will offer to help whenever he gets the opportunity. He would go to the ends of the Earth for you if the need arose, but for now, he hopes this freshly prepared lunch is enough to show his love.

Jihyun likes to receive quality time. Since brushing death, Jihyun has come to realize that life is short. In realizing that, he likes to take your time, even if that seems selfish at points. He wants nothing more than for you to be with him, no matter what either of you are doing. He's happy to sit in a silent room with you as you read or finish up some work. All he wants is to be near you. Sometimes, he thinks it's because he hasn't quite grasped that you really do love him, which is of no fault of your own, and unconditionally at that. He hasn't fully processed that you'll love him even when he's weak, —even when he's down and has no idea how to stand up on his own two feet again. All he really wants is for you to be there through all the seasons of him. Experience the chilliest of winters, the most colorful autumns, the sweltering summers, and be there when the middle ground is found once more in his blissful spring retreats as new flowers blossom in the wake of his pent-up tears. He just wants to know that he can turn your way and find you there, ready and willing to listen or even just sit with him for a while.

𖦹. ━ SAERAN !!

Saeran gives acts of service. It's something he's long grown accustomed to, but this time, they're all of his own free will. Words often fail him, and he clams up when the pressure builds, insisting that there's nothing he wants to say. Be patient with him; give him the time he needs to process things, to accept that he deserves to be loved and to love you. Until then, look for his love in the acts of service he provides. His affection is threaded through the snacks he brings to you when he knows you've been working on something for a while, —it's written in between the lines of the way he makes your dinner plate first and takes it when you're finished to wash the dishes before you can make the move to do so. Saeran's love is muted sometimes, and maybe it's not as loud as he'd like it to be, but he's trying his best one day at a time. Let him take care of the chores he knows you dislike, let him soothe his fears of being unworthy as he asks if you need anything every time he gets up to go to the kitchen. He doesn't yet have another way to tell you how he feels. But know he cares, and he's trying every single day, both for himself and for you.

Saeran likes to receive physical touch + words of affirmation. Though he rarely reacts to either, whether that be positive or negative, he likes it when you put your arms around his neck, pull him in close, and tell him that he's enough. Not in that exact phrasing, of course, as that might be a bit overwhelming to him, but when you thank him for the things he does, he knows what you mean. He appreciates compliments about his intelligence, especially when they don't pertain to his work. Saeran also feels hideous sometimes; both inside and out, so compliments about his physical appearance and general personality go a long way. Especially when you acknowledge that he pays attention to your needs, —those comments let him know that you take his actions into consideration and that you see him, that you see his expressions of love, even if they're quiet. Saeran also yearns for warmth. Share yours with him. Don't be offended by the way he tenses sometimes, or the way his body reacts slowly to physical affection. He likes it, he just isn't used to it yet. But he wants to be. Run your thumb across his knuckles and let him melt into you, let his weary head rest on your shoulder. He needs it.

𖦹. ━ HYUN (ZEN) !!

Hyun gives physical touch + quality time. When he touches you, each one is a way for him to say "I love you" without having to muster up the courage to do so through verbal means. That's the hard part, and he worries that saying it might make it too real for you, —it makes him scared that you might hear it and run. That's just his own insecurity talking, but his perception is his reality. Feel his love through the way his fingertips ghost across your skin, in the way his lips press against your temple. Hyun cares more than he could ever say with words. When it comes to you, he can't act the part. Everything is stripped bare, core exposed when he's with you. In that time, —the time he makes for you amidst memorizing lines and weaving his way through adoring fans, Hyun is quick to realize what means the most to him. He loves his job, loves performing, loves being an actor, but he loves you just as much. The time he spends with you is sacred to him, and he values it. He just hopes you do too. Though he's a busybody, someone who likes to be doing things at all times in order to feel productive, Hyun still cherishes the moments of peace he finds with you, and he'd give anything to make them longer: even infinite.

Hyun likes to receive words of affirmation + physical touch. Though he's accustomed to compliments as someone who works on the stage under bright, white lights, compliments from you about any and everything are just. . . Different. They hold a different weight than all the others, perhaps because you know him so intimately, and when you tell him he's handsome, you mean it in a way that his fans simply can't. You mean it in the way that every part of him is pretty, —even the ones he hates and tries to bury deep inside. You mean it in the way that he's always dreamed someone would. Hyun also likes to be touched as much as he likes touching you; and little things go a long way. Holding his hand, letting him rest in your lap, smoothing your thumb over the side of his palm when you lace your fingers with his. . . He goes crazy for that stuff, watches himself divulge into a lovesick mess when you kiss him and make him feel like he's the only man in the world. All he really wants is to be enough, and when you hold him close, he knows he is.

𖦹. ━ SAEYOUNG (707) !!

Saeyoung gives gifts + acts of service. He often feels that his touch, time, and words are invaluable, and his upbringing influenced those feelings into fruition. Saeyoung often feels inadequate and uses humor to cover the scars that run deeper than any flesh wound ever could. Because of this, he often uses his wealth to purchase items for you, and he uses those gifts to express his affections. It's easier for him to give you a present than it is to work up the courage to pull you in and squeeze you until he's had his fill. He also expresses himself through acts of service, —things like getting your favorite snacks and making sure they're always available for you or offering to help you when he sees that you're the one cleaning up around his place rather than Vanderwood, even when he's preoccupied by something else. He's quick to jump at any opportunity to do something kind for you, and he'd even go to dangerous lengths to do it. Not that it'll be necessary!

Saeyoung likes to receive words of affirmation, physical touch, and quality time. He desires everything he fears would never be enough from him. Though he tries not to show it, it's easy for someone close to him (metaphorically and in proximity) to see when he's beating himself up over something. Offer him comfort: hold him, tell him that it's okay for him to not be perfect all the time. He's allowed to feel things, is allowed to make mistakes, because before being a hacker, before being your lover, —he is human. Sometimes, it seems that he forgets that. Your embrace offers him a sanctuary from the harsh realities of the world. Your words numb the ache that lingers in his soul. If you can, he'd also like it if you'd sit with him while he works. It doesn't have to be close to him, —just being in the same room tells him everything he needs to know. He wants your time, even if he's scared to ask for it directly. He wants to crumble into pieces in your arms every once in a while, just so you can hold him together. Saeyoung is human, after all.

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How would the submas and larry react to a s/o who is VERY affectionate and sweet? Not necessarily pda but being showered with kisses, soft coos of love, cuddles and presents? Loves to shower them in adoration??

cw: fluff

characters: Subway Boss Ingo, Subway Boss Emmet, Gym Leader Larry

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▲Ingo▼

● He, honestly, is quite used to being smothered in affection. Well, in a familial way. Emmet likes to lean against him or sneak a hug while at work because his twin adores contact, as it helps reassure him that Ingo is still there. You, however, don't give him quick sibling hugs and lean more into sweet kisses, adoring words, and long cuddles.

● He deeply enjoys your praises. Ingo's heart simply races after you give him a compliment after a long day of work or after a particularly challenging battle. His face grows warm as he truly feels honoured by your praise. When you coo sweet words into his ears, he simply feels beside himself in joy. Words are how he usually bears his affection, so something about your use of them really makes him happy.

● Your hugs and kisses truly do become an important part of his life. A lazy morning kiss, whole cuddled up in bed? Something he admits makes waking up and going to work all the more easy. A greeting peck to his cheek and warm hug after walking in from work? He's in heaven. Cuddling lazily on the couch and forgetting about the stress from earlier? Ingo has found peace. He hopes nothing will ever change in his life.

● Gifts are where he struggles. Don't get him wrong! He loves them. Bravo, good job! He does love the model train or the cute Litwick plush, but he just feels the urge to give you a gift back. Poor guy leans into sentimentality, so he struggles to pay you back what he feels you are owed. You will definitely have to reassure him many, many times that you don't expect anything back because the poor man feels inadequate.

● He deeply enjoys your sweet and loving demeanour and absolutely tries to give everything back to you. Even though he worries about PDA, if you came up to hug him, he would return the affection easily. Ingo wants to devote his time to you as best he can. You will often see his rare smile break out across his face for you.

▽Emmet△

○ He loves affection. His love language is almost entirely physical touch. His brother, Elesa, and any other friends or family know very well not to try to escape his hugs. So, when he discovers his partner is much the same? Emmet is over the moon and giddy about it all.

○ Your praises and adoring words make him call off into a fit of giggles. When you tell him how good he did during a battle or reassure him softly after a long day at work, Emmet feels so unbelievably happy. You may find yourself being the receiver of affection, as he likely wants to scoop you up and squeeze you to him. The younger twin lives for praises. Ingo's bravo habit started somewhere, and that somewhere was his younger brother feeling a bit insecure. This is to say, complimenting him really warms his heart (if it's genuine).

○ Oh, he simply adores how much you enjoy being physically close to him. It truly is a debate if you are trapped with him or if he's trapped with you with how much time you must spend cuddled up together. Emmet loves your kisses and hugs and anything else you offer him. The Depot Agents will gag at how simply “gross” you both are. Sweet kisses exchanged when parting, warm hugs when meeting, it's all too much for onlookers.

○ With gifts, he freezes. He enjoys them. Yes. But he feels insecure suddenly. The model train gives him endless joy, as does the Joltik beanie. Like his brother, he finds himself caught on how to repay you for such fine gifts. He needs you to reassure him that you don't expect anything back and just love to see him happy. Emmet understands but still struggles. You will suddenly be gifted anything you mentioned wanting in passing by Emmet. Be warned.

○ He deeply enjoys an affectionate partner, as he feels as if he has finally met his match. His giddiness and joy are unparalleled, and you will find yourself receiving as much as you give. Emmet is a monster for affection, however, be warned.

💼Larry🏢

🍙 Stoic man struggles with an affectionate partner hanging off at him as he tries to fight existential dread, more news at ten. Larry is not used to this. At all. It's not that he doesn't enjoy it, but that he doesn't know how to handle someone giving him this much attention as praise. He is painfully average, an everyman. Does he truly deserve all of this? Larry will not deny you, at least. Which leads to you clinging to him while he looks like he's drank twenty coffees and barely making it through the day.

🍙 When you praise him and cheer for him during his gym matches, he hates how much more effort he puts in. It's tiring, but knowing that you are watching and wanting the best from him encourages him so much. Larry sighs when you continue to lavish him in adoring words and praises. He thanks you for your kindness. There is no way to escape this, so he might as well keep on trying his best to impress you. He admits that being praised for his hard work does truly make him feel more motivated.

🍙 Larry is stiff as a pole when you squeeze him into hugs or litter his face with kisses. He simply has no idea how to react. Medali locals giggle to themselves at the sight. It's local knowledge that their gym leader is showered in affection by his partner, while he barely gives a reaction. Well, at least in public. In the privacy of your home, you find him returning the hugs somewhat and pecking a kiss to your cheek. It's not that he doesn't enjoy it, but that he's not used to it. He does deeply enjoy it for the most part.

🍙 Gifts make him nervous. A new ball-point pen for work? How kind. A Starly themed robe. He loves it. Poor guy is taken aback by all your gifts. They are all things he enjoys and uses, but he is just continually caught off guard. He tries to get you gifts that you enjoy in return, but you tell him that it's not necessary. Larry simply feels lost. This certainly isn't what he's used to with his bosses. He thanks you genuinely and tries to make as much use from your gifts as he can. Everyone finds Larry's joy odd as he uses a random pen. It's scary, even.

🍙 Larry struggles with it all quietly but makes no move to stop you. He does care for you, so if showering him in affection is what you wish to do, he will not stop you. Just be ready for many jokes relating to how you are so sweet and loving, and he is entirely indifferent.

[dearbraus]

☆ ͡    ݂ Woes

— Kazuha Kaedehara

⊹ Details. 18+ minors dni, gn reader, sfw, pre-established relationship, selfship coded, insecurities, reassurance, unedited.

⊹ Run time. 0.7k

Amidst the fleeting daylight a gentle breeze carried the light honeyed scent of cecilia’s to the top of Starsnatch Cliff. It ruffled the loose strands of your hair and nipped at your skin through the thin cotton of your shirt. In the early months of spring when the sun lingered in the evening sky just a bit longer, so did the crisp chill that kept the earth firm beneath your feet as you and Kazuha ascended the bluff. Though, as the moon crept closer and the evening deepened past the warm golden cast, you silently cursed Barbatos for letting his winds shoot straight through you.

At least, Kazuha was warm.

Like his ruby red eyes held embers between them rather than simply a set of inquisitive irises, vying for where his next adventure would take him. His smile too; it was warm and as radiant as the sun. You’d bear the weight of a thousand winters if it meant to once more be cradled by the eternal hearth that was Kazuha Kaedehara. 

“Penny for your thoughts?” Kazuha muses, a small smile tugging his lips upwards, “You seem to be lost in them.”

His nimble fingers brush against your cheek. The pads are calloused and rough to the touch but when he smooths the palm of his hand along the expanse of your face, it's feather light. He tilts your face down so your eyes meet his. Kazuha’s eyes are riddled with sleep, his lids have sagged and they’re plagued with dark circles beneath them. Still, he trains them on your face.

Brushing a few stray strands away from his forehead you sigh, “You’d find nothing but thoughts of you, my love.”

“And when you’re scribbling in that notebook of yours, do I cross your mind then?”

Cupping your hand over top of his, you lean into his touch. 

“You’re nosy,” you whisper, and he just laughs, “Would you like it if I asked you how many poems of yours I’ve inspired.”

Kazuha looks surprisingly smug from his perch on your lap, like you’ve somehow fallen right where he wanted you to, “It would be simpler if I told you which poems I’ve penned that were not about you.”

“That would still be a great many poems would that not?” You ask, your mouth threatening to dip into a frown, “Words seem to flow from you effortlessly, you always know what you want to say and exactly how you wish to say it.”

His lips curl into a small frown, brows knitting together, “Is something the matter?” Kazuha asks, “Something you’d like to share with me?”

“Sorry.”

You whisper it before even thinking. You’d spoken before thinking too, that icky green feeling spilling out and pouring onto him. 

“Why are you sorry?” 

His thumb smooths against your cheek and forces your head to remain tilted towards him. 

“What’s wrong, love?”

“I don’t know,” you whisper, “I just … I don’t know.”

It wasn’t his fault, not really. The raging, fiery eyed monster that reared its head whenever you felt inadequate was no fault but your own. It felt too silly to verbalize, nonsensical to even attempt to share, and an unfair burden to rest upon his shoulders.

Sucking in deep breath, you muster up a smile for him, “It’s silly but sometimes my best doesn’t feel like enough,” you say, leaning into his hand, “And I wonder why I should even try when there’s always someone more talented out there, who writes with such speed it makes my head spin.”

“A person's art isn’t quantified by how quickly they can produce it or how much they make,” Kazuha says, sincerity lacing his words, “Art isn’t quantified by anything other than the artist's intent.”

“Kazuha…”

“You aren’t defined by your art,” he’s firm, Kazuha is never firm, he’s too much of a free spirit to allow himself be set in stone, “You aren’t defined by anything other than what’s in your heart.”

Leaning upwards, Kazuha presses his forehead against yours. His hair tickles your cheeks and his hot breath warms your chilled skin.

“To me you are perfect, and I love you more than words can express. And if you forget that, I’ll be more than happy to pen a few poems to remind you.”

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[lvrdrafts]

Hi, could you please write a happier ending for it is just a joke, cause that was so sad

Joke Taken Too Far

★ Summary: You hear Bucky compare you to Natasha and it makes you question if Bucky ever really loved you, but can Bucky fix what he has done before it is too late

★ Pairing: Bucky x f!Reader

★ Warnings: Being compared

★ A/N: FUNNY ENOUGH UR NOT THE ONLY PERSON WHO REQUESTED THIS LOL

★ Word Count: 2,000+

★ Genre: Angst/ Fluff

Angst Version

GIF by tfatwsdaily

You had a past filled with heartbreak, as you had encountered one boyfriend after another who cheated on you, citing your looks as the reason for their breakup or abusing you physically. Your self-esteem suffered immensely, leaving you feeling unworthy of love and affection.

However, everything changed when you became an Avenger and met Bucky Barnes, the man who made you feel cherished and appreciated in ways you had never experienced before. You were still going to therapy from the trauma they left you but Bucky helped you get through it and you depression even if he didn't know that.

Your shared experiences as Avengers brought you two closer together. Bucky understood the pain you had endured, and you connected on a deep level. He saw the beauty within you, which went far beyond your physical appearance. Your love grew strong, and you became inseparable.

One day, you happened to overhear Bucky talking to Steve and you wanted to surprise him with an attack full of kisses but you stopped in your tracks as you heard Bucky say, "Steve, you've seen Natasha's body, right? She's incredible. I sometimes wish she was my girlfriend."

“I know I see you staring at her all the time," Steve says chuckling "You really should stop staring before you make it obvious, you are dating someone punk”

Your heart shattered into pieces as you felt the old wounds of insecurity resurface. You couldn't bear to hear the man you loved longing for someone else, especially someone as stunning as Natasha.

"I care about her a lot, Steve, but sometimes I can't help but think about Natasha and how much better it would be with her," Bucky says and you felt as if your heart is being ripped out.

Steve frowned, sensing where this was going. "Bucky, you know it's not fair to compare Y/N to Natasha or anyone else? Everyone's different."

“Y/N’s pretty I know but she just doesn’t compare to Nat,” that was all it took for your heart to completely obliterate into a trillion pieces. You were no longer the only one that thought you were nothing compared to her. You didn't want Bucky to leave you for someone else, you didn't want him to leave you like how they all did.

In the solitude of your room, tears streamed down your face as the weight of Bucky's words crushed your spirit. All the progress you had made in feeling loved and cherished was unraveling before your eyes. The old wounds of heartbreak and insecurity resurfaced with a vengeance, enveloping you in suffocating darkness.

Questions plagued your mind. Were you not enough for Bucky? Would he eventually leave you for Natasha or someone else? Did he only settle for you because he couldn't have her? The demons of self-doubt tormented you, and you felt utterly inadequate, unable to compete with the image of perfection you held in your mind of Natasha.



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You couldn't bear seeing Bucky, it felt as if you were gonna burst into tears every time you saw him. You tried avoiding him as best as you could for a few weeks but being in the same building together 24/7 was harder than you expected.

Each time he tried to reach out or spend time with you, you made excuses, declining his invitations and pushing him away.

"Bucky, I'm really busy right now," you replied one day when he asked if you wanted to grab a coffee. "Maybe some other time."

His face fell, but he tried to hide his disappointment. "Sure, Y/N," he said, his voice tinged with sadness. "Just let me know when you're free."

In an attempt to bridge the growing distance, Bucky decided to reach out to you. "Hey, baby want to hang out later? Maybe we can grab a bite or train together?" Bucky says with a huge grin.

"Sorry, Bucky, I have a lot of work to catch up on. Rain check?" you say making up another excuse to be away from him.

He sighed, knowing he couldn't push you. "Sure, no problem. Just let me know when you're free," he replied, trying to hide his disappointment.

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Over the next few days, he tried again, asking if you wanted to join him for a movie night or go for a walk, but each time, you declined, always with an excuse. He couldn't help but feel like you were purposely keeping your distance, and it hurt more than he wanted to admit.

One evening, Bucky found you in the common area, sitting by yourself and looking lost in thought. He decided that enough was enough; he needed answers.

"Y/N, we need to talk," he said, approaching you cautiously.

You sighed, knowing this conversation was inevitable. "Sure," you replied, trying to keep your emotions in check.

Bucky hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I've noticed that you've been avoiding me," he began cautiously. "Is there something wrong? Did I do something?"

You looked away, not wanting to meet his gaze. "It's just... things have been a bit busy lately," you said, your voice lacking conviction.

Bucky frowned, sensing that you were holding something back. "Y/N, please, I can tell something's bothering you. You can talk to me, you know."

He reached out to touch your hand, but you pulled away, and he felt the rejection like a physical blow. "I get that, Y/N, but it feels like you're shutting me out completely," he said, his voice tinged with hurt. "I thought we were in this together, no matter what."

You took a deep breath, knowing that it was time to address the elephant in the room. You didn't want to bear the pain anymore "I overheard you, Bucky," you admitted, your voice wavering. "You were talking to Steve, and you said... you said I wasn't as pretty as Natasha."

Bucky's face paled, and he looked like he had been punched in the gut. "Y/N, I..." he stammered, searching for the right words.

"Y/N, I didn't mean it like that. It was just a joke, I didn't mean for you to take it to heart," he said. He regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth, but he couldn't bring himself to apologize, unable to confront his own emotions.

"I thought jokes were supposed to be funny" you snapped back at Bucky. "Do you see me laughing?"

He sighed, running his hand through his hair. "I didn't think you'd take it so seriously, and it was a private conversation," he said, trying to justify himself.

"You were in the fucking common room a public area and maybe you should think before you speak" you shot back, feeling the tension escalating.

As the argument continued, the pain and hurt seemed to escalate, and both you and Bucky were on the verge of tears. But amidst the tension and hurtful words, Bucky suddenly stopped and took a deep breath.

"Y/N, I messed up," he said, his voice filled with regret. "I shouldn't have said those things."

You looked at him, tears streaming down your face. "But why did you say them, Bucky?" you asked, your voice still trembling with emotion.

"At the moment, I don't know, talking shit about you made me feel better about myself," Bucky says. Bucky took a step closer to you, gently reaching out to cup your face in his hands.

"I don't have any excuse for what I said," he said, his eyes filled with sincerity. "I was being selfish I know but you make me a better person and after all the shit I have done I don't deserve to be happy!" Bucky yelled and his eyes widened, he stepped back realizing what he had said. He had never told anyone this before, he tried keeping the demons all for himself.

Your heart sank as you listened to him. You had no idea that Bucky had been struggling with such deep-seated insecurities. You reached out and gently held his hand, trying to convey that you were there for him.

"Bucky, you're not a monster anymore," you said softly. "You're a good person, and you've been through so much. But you don't need to tear someone else down to feel better about yourself. What you said did not make you a monster, it made you an asshole"

"I-I really am sorry, please don't leave me I will change I will do anything," Bucky says as his eyes were filled with tears as he looked up at you, his voice breaking with emotion.

But you were too hurt, too broken, to respond. You turned away from him, unable to bear the sight of him in such pain. The silence in the room was deafening, and you could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on both of you.

"I thought we had something special, Y/N before I fucked up," Bucky said, his voice desperate. "I love you more than anything, and I messed up, but I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make it right. Please, just give me another chance." Bucky's pleas fell on deaf ears, and you couldn't bear to see him on his knees, begging for forgiveness.

Your heart ached at his words, but you couldn't ignore the pain he had caused you. "I need time, Bucky," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "I need time to process all of this."

Bucky nodded, his tears flowing freely now. "I'll give you all the time you need," he said, his voice choked with emotion. "But please, don't shut me out completely. I'll be here when you're ready."

With that, Bucky slowly got up from his knees and walked away, leaving you standing there, your heart torn between love and pain.

In the days that followed, Bucky gave you the space you needed, but he also made sure to show you how much he cared. He would leave little notes for you, reminding you of the good times you shared and how much he loved you. He would send you flowers and gifts, trying to show you that he was truly sorry for his actions.

But no matter what he did, you couldn't shake off the pain and betrayal you felt. Every time you saw him, you were reminded of his hurtful words, and it made it hard for you to see the man you had fallen in love with.

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Weeks passed, and despite Bucky's efforts, the pain between you remained palpable. You were still hurting, unable to let go of the hurtful words he had spoken. The team had noticed the tension between you, and everyone was hoping for a resolution.

One day, a mission came up that required you and Bucky to work closely together. It involved infiltrating a highly guarded facility run by a dangerous organization. The stakes were high, and the success of the mission depended on your teamwork.

You both suited up in your tactical gear, preparing for the intense mission ahead. As the two of you boarded the Quinjet, you tried to maintain a professional demeanor, despite the lingering emotions.

Once inside the facility, things got intense quickly. The enemy was not easy to subdue, and you found yourself in a tight spot, surrounded by hostile forces. In a moment of desperation, you got separated from the rest of the team.

Bucky's heart pounded in his chest as he realized the danger you were in. Without a second thought, he put himself in harm's way, using his skills and combat expertise to fight through the enemies and reach you.

You were cornered, and just when it seemed like there was no way out, you heard a familiar sound – the whirring of Bucky's metal arm. In an instant, he swooped in, taking out the threats with swift precision. But in the midst of the fighting, a sniper had tried to get a clean shot on you but Bucky saw it coming and pushed you aside taking the shot instead.

"Bucky," you gasped, you quickly threw a smoke bomb giving you time to escape while holding Bucky over you. As the smoke filled the air, you grabbed Bucky and pulled him towards the exit. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you tried to get both of you to safety.

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Once you were back on the Quinjet, you laid Bucky down gently, fear and concern evident in your eyes."Bucky, why did you do that?" you yelled at him, your voice trembling with emotion. "You could have been killed!"

He winced in pain but managed to give you a weak smile. "I couldn't let anything happen to you," he replied, his voice strained. "I love you, and I would do anything to protect you."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you saw the sincerity in his words. Despite the hurt between you, he still cared about you deeply and was willing to put his life on the line for you.

"Bucky, I love you too," you whispered, your voice filled with emotion. "But, you didn't have to do that," you said, your voice wavering.

He looked at you, his eyes full of affection. "I would do it again in a heartbeat," he replied, his voice filled with emotion.

The tension between you seemed to melt away in that moment, replaced by a deep sense of connection and love. You realized that despite the mistakes and pain, Bucky loved you with all his heart, and you couldn't deny your own feelings for him.

"I love you, Y/N," Bucky said, his voice steady and genuine. "I know I messed up, and I'm sorry for hurting you. But you mean everything to me, and I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you finally let go of the pain and fear that had been holding you back. You knew deep down that you still loved Bucky, and you couldn't deny the pull between you.

"I love you too, Bucky," you whispered, your voice filled with emotion.

Bucky pulled you into a tight embrace, holding you close as if he never wanted to let go. "I promise I'll never hurt you like that again," he said, his voice sincere. "You're the most important person in my life, and I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy."

As the Quinjet soared through the sky, you both knew that there were still challenges ahead. Healing would take time, and you would have to work through the pain together. But for now, in each other's arms, you found solace and comfort.

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Eavesdropping (Drabble)

Fandom: Robin Hood (BBC)

Pairings: None romantically at this point.

Summary: You overhear Guy talking to someone about 'the woman he loves'. Surely it's Marian?

Warnings: Insecurity, angst.

Word count: 295

Comments/notes: This drabble is for @asgardianhobbit98's Four For Valentine event; week 3 with ‘eavesdropping’ prompt. Please consider reblogging if you enjoy. 

“Forget it. I’ll go and do it myself,” Guy’s frustrated voice came from inside his bed chamber. “I ask you to help me in gathering flowers for the woman I love and this is what I get.” 

You stepped back, feeling your heart thunder in your chest and a deep ache begin to swell. The woman he loved? That could only be one woman. Marian. It just had to be. Rumour was she had gone on the run with Robin Hood after disappearing just a few months ago. It was public knowledge that Guy had always loved her and tried his best to serenade her, with it often at his detriment. 

Guy’s room could wait now to be cleaned and freshened up. In your current state there was no way you could approach him. Being in his company made you feel so inadequate because you lived in the reminder of the woman you would never be. Marian was all he wanted. Sometimes you questioned why you even loved Guy. He had always been known throughout Nottingham as cruel, calculating and callous. But there was something inside him you had always sensed. And he had even shown you kindness on many occasions, offering you food, and even clothing when you came to your duties, shuddering in the cold weather. 

Guy of Gisborne wasn’t all that he seemed to be. 

Just as you reached the end of the corridor, which then led off to the left, you heard a door close. The sound echoed down the stone hallway. You turned back, on instinct, and caught sight of him. He was looking down the hallway at you, and you were sure he was smiling. However, you took a deep breath and carried on down the steps leading away.