#feeling insecure

[becherdireinen]

why are people so insecure about their looks but not their character?

[feelslikesugarinme777]

[softformilfs]

" aww, are you jealous baby ?"

yes i am, but not in a hot possessive way. I get jealous in an annoying & insecure way.

[smokerslungsss]

Chapter three

MASTERLIST

Premise: Platonic! Yandere! Batfamily x Neglected! Addict! Suicidal! (No specific Gender.) Reader.

Tags: Use of They/them, you/rarely first!pov, No use of Y/n, Other ways to express names, Characters might not act canon!, Slow burn but not that slow!, probably slow due to explanation of backstory and everything!

Notes!

Ekkk!! thank you all for the love and support on my other chapters! it means a lot! i’ll try not to write a whole paragraph about the comments!! (⸝⸝⸝>﹏<⸝⸝⸝)

Former chap : You and the family had dinner with friends, and the others had a realization that you saw your friends more as family then you did to them, and now they don’t want you to feel like that anymore.

Hi! just a note that whilst i am making a p! yand! ff, this doesn’t automatically mean that they’ll be gentle, or rough just because of their obsession, they are still human and i want to make them feel that just because they’re obsessed and possessive of you, doesn’t mean they can just do whatever they want all for the reason of guilt, insecurities, overthinking and jealousy!

i hope i explained that well!

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𝓡𝓮𝓳𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓞𝓯 𝓣𝓲𝓶𝓮

“Why the fuck do they keep staring at me?” You thought to yourself, sighing and stood up, stretching.

Dinner was over and so were you.

‘Time for home, up, up!’

'what! we barely got to see anything!' Jacky complained, whining as she hugged your waist, you groaned.

'Bo-ring!' Daniel said, smirking as he leaned back staring up at you.

'Ahem.' Bruce cleared his throat making everyone look at him before the three nervously chuckled and stood up.

'Right..see you tomorrow, ____' Austen mumbled.

'I'll walk-' You started to speak.

'That's alright, ___, i shall accompany them to the door.' Alfred spoke, moving them away before you can protest.

Just as they left you walked out and headed to your room.

'Dinner is over.' Damian spoke, walking off to the direction you went in.

No one stopped him.

"Why did you let her touch you like that? huh, you are his, ours, you are our akh aw ukht*, not theirs.' (* it means brother or sister!)

Walking towards your room, the door was slightly ajar, he smelt it and saw it.

The smell of weed and the smoke slowly curling up outside through the thing silver of light, Damian wasn't an idiot, he knew you smoked weed and had bad habits, he never really cared before, because you weren't someone he needed to care about, it was ironic.

And seeing you with others, with someone else, laughing and joking.

It made his blood boil with jealousy, it wasn't fair that you treated them more like family then you did with them? why was it okay that they got that treatment and not him?

He slammed the door open, to see you flinch as you put out the joint.

'Jesus, Knock will ya?!'

‘What are you doing?’ He asked, you scoffed and threw out the joint in your metal trash bin that you got off of some random store, turning your head to face him once more.

You flinched seeing him so close, despite damian being 14 (a bit aged up!!!) he was still taller then you, more built, — despite the fact you never really saw him do anything —

‘You reek of this filth,’ he said flatly.

You rolled your eyes, shocker that they didn’t go in your brain.

‘You are dulling your reaction time. Your judgment. Your awareness. Do you have any idea how easily this would get you killed’ He said, the tone of his voice unreadable, you weren’t sure if it was disgust or anger, stepping closer and closer as you stepped back and back — a weird dance occurring between the two of you — until you were pinned against the wall, his hand slamming into the wall besides your head, you didn’t flinch that time.

‘Fuck is wrong—‘

‘Nothing is wrong with me, it is you.’ He said the words, as if it was forced out of his mouth, his sharp green eyes glaring into your reddened white eyes.

‘Me?’

‘Yes. You. You are my akh aw ukht, you will not be punishing your body because of-..’ He didn’t know what to say.

Didn’t want to say because of them, because of his neglect, didn’t want to say because they forgot them.

‘You. Because of you all, not once--!’ You pushed him, he stumbled back more out of shock than any strength of yours.

‘--have you ever considered me, have any of you even looked at me before? huh?! and suddenly i bring a friend over and its a problem? Fuck you! get out of my room!’ You pushed him again, only for his hands to grab your wrists, twisting your body to push you to sit on the bed.

You froze for a long moment no one moved, both of you were unsure of what to do, the door was closed, the sunset slowly creeping down, it painted you.

It painted you just as you were.

Perfect.

His sibling - half or not - looked perfect like this.

Under him, under his eyes, under his supervision, the way the sun makes your eyes lighter, your skin smoother, your lashes brighter and hair softer.

You were simply..

‘..Perfect..’ He whispered before snapping to reality and pushed you onto the bed, he didn’t move to climb on top of you, just kept you pinned as he leaned down, close to your face.

‘You are mine. My blood, half or not, My responsibility. Nothing you take, nothing you ruin yourself with, will ever change that, ___’ He whispered your name, a dangerous possessive growl near your ear.

‘You are mine. you are ours.’ He said, before moving and stared down as you sat up, shocked and speechless, he walked towards the door, looking back over his shoulder to face you as you met his gaze.

‘Take all the drugs you wish, it will not change what you are, what or whom you belong too, ___’

Before you can retort, he had already left.

‘What the fuck?!’

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Damian was satisfied when he left, he was happy, even his walk seemed to be relaxed slightly for once, he got to touch you, he got to feel your shockingly smooth skin, your eyes were on him even if you were on drugs, at least it made you easier to handle.

(Just a small reminder damian and you do not view each other sexually!! you are related!!! no incest!!)

Tim was in his room, pacing around.

This was wrong.

He knew it was wrong.

I mean, what kind of freak and creep is he to go stalking every account, every media, every outside camera that had you in it?!

‘I’m fucking insane..this is wrong..’ He mumbled, still pacing but his obsession and curiosity came before his morals.

He’s done worse!

That's what he thinks.

He just can’t name one thing at that exact moment, maybe the coffee and sleepless nights were finally making him lose it.

‘Ugh!’ He groaned and went into the closet with his laptop.

Like that somehow made it better.

Like if he wasn't in eye sight or ear shot of anyone it wasn't stalking you.

Like it..

‘…’

He froze, seeing a video of you grinding on someone in a club, kissing that man with tongue.

He found the video off of an old, unused website, posted with the user :: unknown.

Your hair was messy, had Kholf* underneath your waterline, glitter all over your face and body, clothes too revealing that they showed everything, it showed your upper thighs, your collarbone as a collar lined up along your throat, your hands were on the mans chest, your legs spread on his lap — you weren’t naked, which made Tim somehow less furious but somehow more annoyed — your knees dug into the sofa you were sitting in, thighs spread as you made humping movements, your mouth was still on that mans — who seemed no older then Bruce — and suddenly the video stopped.

Tim knew there was no way you were an inexperienced person, it just made his blood boil at the fact you did it so casually.

(* Kholf is like a black eyeliner for the waterline!)

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‘…’

“…”

Tim watched that video 20 times.

You two weren’t related, not by blood, not even emotionally or socially or any form of way.

You were strangers.

It made this okay with that thought.

It made it okay that he watched the video too many times to be normal, that his hands shook when he saved it to his files.

He wasn’t being a creep!

He was just..gathering information about you!

like a good..unrelated and not once spoke to stranger.

He was trying his best to get to know you.

Even if he knew he was a fucking creep.

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Jason was in the cave’s training room, his hands were slightly bruised as he punched the punching bag.

An hour went by like this, and each punch kept reminding him of how you laughed, how you talked so casually with people who weren’t your family.

It made his blood boil but on the other hand, what right did he have to get mad at you? you were normal! a civilian who had the unfortunate experience of being here, you didn’t even know about the cave, or the masks!

He knew when you found out, it’d be hell on earth..

But for now, he’s fine with this.

To a point.

And Jason’s points aren’t patient.

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Stephanie and Cassandra were together, not like it wasn’t normal, but the way Cassandra kept staring at herself and her hands made Stephanie nervous.

‘Cass..you alright?’

‘I cannot read ___.’ She finally admitted, looking at Stephanie from the mirror.

‘Whoa..like..not even once?’ Stephanie asked.

‘I saw she was..happy, but that was due to her laughter. I do not know how to describe it.’ That was a long sentence, even for Cassandra, Stephanie sat up, holding a pillow in her lap.

‘It’s weird..not that you can’t read her! well..you can’t and it is weird! but it’s just-..’ she trailed off, unsure of how to proceed with this conversation.

‘Just..maybe i never expected ___ to be so..happy without us, that i thought they were just quiet, didn’t like attention..that..i dont know..maybe deep down i thought they were just for us, and seeing them laugh like we didn’t forget them..’ Stephanie sighed, rubbing her face.

‘Whens the last time we even had a conversation with them? was it last year?’ Stephanie asked and Cassandra shook her head.

‘I don’t remember.’ Cassandra spoke, vouce quieter and softer then Stephanie was normally used too.

‘Me either.’ Stephanie added.

‘It’s also just..this is selfish and i know it is, i just don't want them to have anyone else. i want them to be mine, ours.’ Stephanie whispered, running a hand through her hair.

‘That is selfish.’ Stephanie's face twisted in a winced expression at the honesty from Cassandra. ‘But it doesn’t mean it isn’t true..they are ours, even if..’ Cassandra didn’t continue.

Both of them knew what she meant.

That Even if you were neglected, you were still theirs.

Somewhere in the manor, your ears itched.

‘Who’s talking about me?’ You whispered scratching your ear, annoyed as you went on your phone.

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Dick never considered himself a bad brother.

Not once.

Even when that annoying brat Damian came around, he was still a great brother to him.

He had great and wonderful memories of everyone!

Of Tim and him.

Of Jason and him.

Of Barbara and him.

Of Damian and him.

Of Bruce and him.

Of Stephanie and him.

Of Cassandra and him.

Of a lot of people and him.

So why couldn’t he remember you?

Why didn’t he remember one memory where it was just you and him? not even a Gala.

And just as he was going through his memories like a file needed to be taken and memorised, he froze, staring at the ceiling.

He remembered one time.

Not with you in person, but when your name was slightly known.

It could’ve been a year..maybe two years ago, someone had mentioned you, in passing, and Dick was confused on who that was.

Dick could feel himself burning with shame as he laid on his bed, hands on his stomach, he remembered the conversation like it happened just yesterday.

‘Oh my, Richard, you’ve grown to a fine man.’ A lady that Dick couldn't bother to remember her name.

‘Thank you, m’lady.’ Dick gave her a wink as she laughed — one of those fake laughs that socialites seemed to just inherit — when he kissed her knuckles.

‘How is ____ Wayne? it’s unfortunate they couldn’t make it!’

‘I’m sorry who’s ____ Wayne?’ Dick asked, a bit confused before the lady laughed and playfully slapped his bicep, shaking her head like he was joking.

‘You are such a funny, young man, excuse me.’ She had said, leaving before Dick can process what she had even said.

He remembered how he told himself it was probably no one.

No one.

That’s how he remembered the last time someone mentioned you.

He believed he was a good brother.

He..

‘How could i forget them? my ____..’ he muttered your name as if it was a prayer, curling up and staring at the side wall.

God he was an awful brother!

He didn’t even remember who you were! a random lady knew you and he didn’t!

Dick fell into deep thought.

Both dark and light, both fighting against and defending with his morals..but all was about you.

His ____.

Their ____.

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Barbara was intelligent.

She was compassionate.

She was a mentor to all! a friend to a few! an ally to little.

She had been staring at her monitor for an hour now, unsure of what to do now, unsure if she was what everyone knew about her.

Was she intelligent? I mean..she had forgotten about a Wayne! she had forgotten about their entire existence, how could she call herself intelligent when that itself now meant nothing? How can she call herself compassionate when she barely talked or spoke with you? when she didn't even listen to your grievances..

But Barbara couldn’t stop herself.

So she looked, looked at your accounts and media — just like Tim, but she didn’t find that video anywhere not when Tim had successfully deleted it and saved the only copy — and school accounts.

You weren’t failing, which made her a little relieved, but you were just on the verge of failing, maybe if you missed a few more assignments and failed some tests.

Why didn’t you ask for help? she would’ve been more then willing to help you!

She knew everything about High school! and the fact you never asked for help made her disappointed.

‘I could’ve helped you.’ She whispered, clenching her mouse as she scrolled through files and files of accidents and a few suspensions.

‘I could’ve done whatever you wanted.’ she kept whispering. 'Whenever you wanted it.'

You needed to ask for help, because Barbara was starting to lose her patience, she wouldn’t get upset.

No..she just..needed to make it so you do ask for help, needed to change a few grades..make you fail just slightly so you just needed an adults help.

Barbara just needed to type the grades in the system--

‘..this isn’t right..’ She muttered, stepping away grom the monitor that now had all your grades in it.

MATHEMATICS: B-

ENGLISH: A-

SCIENCE: B+

HISTORY: B-

GEOGRAPHY: C

PHYSICS: C+

CHEMISTRY: B-

BIOLOGY: D+

ART: C+

PHYSICAL EDUCATION: C-

COMPUTER STUDIES: C+

She couldn’t do it to you.

Couldn’t make you fail just because she wanted — selfishly — for you to ask for help.

She knew she was insecurity by the fact you never asked for her help, it made her think she wasn't worthy of you, that you didn't need her. But just maybe..Maybe one day.

You could come around eventually.

Yes..

It made her feel as ease..

She wouldn’t do anything.

Not yet.

Not when it was unnecessary.

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Bruce isn’t a good father.

He knew that by heart.

Knew he didn’t deserve anyone but what had happened to him.

But he tried.

He swore he tried..

He tried to give you a good life, on his entire fortune he did try, but it was just easy for you to get passed around to Alfred just to be thrown away, not even for your own protection it was simply easier for him.

Easier for him to work as batman and a CEO for the Wayne Enterprise.

Easier to train others and just give you money — Which you never received because he forgot to do the auto payments —

But tonight..he saw it.

Saw how you laughed, how you smiled exactly like his mother did, saw how your eyes weren’t dull but wide and energetic, focused not on him but on your friends.

And he selfishly wanted that.

Wanted you to smile and laugh and hug and cuddle him.

Wanted you to know him as your father, you were his one normal child.

His.

You were his blood which meant you needed him.

‘Why not me?’ He said to the empty room, staring at the picture at your 16th party where your friends had planned a celebration with and for you, where Bruce had been out hunting down someone for theft.

Not even anything important, and yet he deemed it more important then his child's birthday, sweet sixteenth birthday.

"Why not me?" he whispered again to a picture where a man -- maybe as old as Bruce -- and definitely a better father was smiling and putting frosting on your nose as you laughed, it was a short clip.

0:12 seconds.

He saved the video, cut the man out and just left you laughing and smiling.

For once, Bruce smiled back at the video.

How perfect and precious you looked.

He remembered when you were just 8, waiting outside with a cupcake, or letters or anything.

God, he missed those days.

Where you begged for his love, his affection and approval.

But work got ahead of him and he didn’t want to bother with you — That thought made his chest tighten — when he took in dick and started to train him.

Then came Jason, and Tim and Stephanie and Damian.

It was a lot.

And he didn’t want you, even if he hated to admit it, he really didn’t.

You were a burden and burdens got ignored until they became a danger..but you were never dangerous..not once did he consider you his child.

But he would try now.

‘You’re going to be safe..going to learn to be mine..even if that disgusts both you and i..my dear, child’ He whispered, and looked away to work on other files.

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Duke was still fairly new. Just a year into a family with learning how to control “Radiant” and how to not do harm to anyone.

When he first met you, he had opened a door and caused you to bump into it, he apologised profusely, he knew you were high..he could basically smell it but didn’t rat you out.

He didn’t want to be known as a snitch even when you rolled your eyes and walked off.

Duke tended to follows others, he tended to ignore, talk, act and spoke when or what they did.

And when he saw Dick, Jason and even Bruce ignore you — as guilty as he felt — he followed.

But now he refused too.

You were so cool.

How your hair seemed to sway with your walk, how your eyes always managed to find anything you wanted, with how you worked instead of taking money from Bruce, how you were so lovely.

He was obsessed.

Obsessed with the way you carried yourself, with the way you just..are.

He hated that he followed the others, he wished he spoke to you, hell, he would've brought you some weed from the taken in drug dealers if you wanted him too, he would've done anything to win your favour.

'it's not fair..' he mumbled, staring at blank papers for school.

'I'm better..i could do what you want..i would've listened, i would've been there for you' he whispered, eyes slightly watery.

He hated how he got like this.

How emotional he got when it came to you, how sad and hurt and insecure he felt comparing himself to your friends.

'What's so great about them? what's so big and almighty about them? i basically have powers!..this isn't fair..i never meant to hit you with a door.' he wiped his tears, staring at his paper still.

'Just once..i know this is..revolting of me to even ask..but i can do what you want. Give me a chance..____, a chance and i can show you and take you anywhere you want me too.'

Duke barely did any homework, too busy muttering and mumbling about how he was better, -- even if he didn't believe it -- stronger, and would actually listen to you.

Like a dog to its owner.

Like a servant to its master.

He listen.

Even if it mean made him throw up twice that night with the mixture of thoughts.

That he was better then this, that he wanted you to look at him, be his, ours, that you were neglected and your own person, that you didn't owe them anything.

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i have no clue if this is short or not!! lol, anyways thank you all for the love from the other chapter! I honestly wanted this chapter to just be of their povs more then your own because yes. i hope this chapter didn't disappoint! super sorry for the long await of this chapter!

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[bellarkeselection]

Sunset, Sand, and Bradshaw’s Meddling

Request - the reader is Bradleys friend and even the men did not like eachother at first, Bradley ships Jake with his friend. At a beach party another guy tries to flirt with her and Jake gets jealous and insecure. - thank you to the anonymous asker who sent me some ideas for Jake

Warning - this does include some hints to smut so 18+, minors you have been warned

“I'm not going, Bradley.”

My best friend gasped like I'd kicked his favorite puppy. Sitting on one of the couches in the break room on base I leaned back giving him a stern look. “Why not?”

“Because of what happened last time and what happens neatly every time you and Hangman are in a room together. You two get into a tussle over something and I have to be the one to break it up.”

Bradley rebuttaled back, crossing his arms lazily over his chest. “That's not true.”

“You literally fought for two weeks about who had the better vehicle. And I'm sorry to tell you but if I had to choose I'd pick the truck.”

He scoffed. “You told me you loved the Bronco.”

“I love the one you drive. But I wouldn't pick it for me to drive. I grew up on ridin’ in trucks.”

Bradley lowered his gaze briefly before coming to join me on the couch. He draped an over my shoulder bringing me closer as he gave me a smile. “Come on, Y/n. We haven’t hung out in forever.”

“Well I’m sorry that my job of making sure you and everyone else in the Navy is paid is interfering with our hanging out time, Rooster.” Meeting his gaze I shook my head playfully. “But still no.”

He threw his hands up frustrated. “What can I do to get you to come? It’s a beach party and I know you love going to the beach in the evening before the sun sets so you can take sunset pictures.”

“You’re my best friend, you tell me, Bradley Bradshaw.” Laying on my back I put my keys across his lap, with my arms crossed behind my head sending him a cheeky smile waiting to hear what his answer would be.

He pursed his lips thinking for a moment before he looked down at me. “I’ll do my best to not argue with Hangman and…..I’ll buy you chilli cheese dogs at your favorite food truck.”

“You’ve got yourself a deal, Lieutenant mustache.” Giving him a military salute with my hand I got up editing the room but not before hearing Bradley chuckle at my nickname for him.

Unaware he’d waited until I was far enough down the hallway where he took out his phone and sent a text to a certain green eyed Texas Aviator - Y/n’s coming tonight.

A few hours later the beach party was in full swing with the Dagger Squad playing Dogfight football and beer pong. I had joined in on beer pong until I caught sight of a perfect sunset I couldn’t pass up. The sun was dropping low, turning the whole beach gold, and I slipped away from the noise. Bradley was right. I always ended up here, barefoot in the sand, chasing the last bit of light like it owed me something. I lifted my camera, adjusting the focus, when a voice came from just behind my shoulder.

“You’ve got a keeper there.”

A scream slipped out of my mouth and I lost my grip where I nearly dropped my camera, turning my head sharply seeing a guy standing behind me. “Ahhh!”

“Sorry, didn’t mean to sneak up on you. That’s a killer shot.” The strange guy had curly brown hair from what I could see with him being a few feet away, hands tucked into the pockets of his board shorts, expression warm and friendly.

“Oh,” I said, lowering the camera a little. “Thanks. The light’s perfect right now.”

He nodded toward the horizon. “You come out here a lot? You look like you know what you’re doing.”

“I mean….I try.” I laughed under my breath. “I’m not a pro or anything.”

“You could’ve fooled me.” He stepped closer enough to see the screen when I tilted the camera toward him. “Wow. That’s really good. You’ve got an eye for color.”

“Thanks. I just like catching moments before they disappear.”

“That’s a talent,” he said, and there was something genuine in his tone as he held out his hand. “I’m Mason, by the way.”

“Y/n.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/n.” He smiled, soft and easy while we shook hands. “So… what got you into photography?”

I shifted my weight, letting the waves roll over my toes as I answered. “My mom used to take pictures of everything. I guess it stuck. I like freezing things that feel… temporary.”

“That’s a cool way to put it. If you ever need a model, I'd volunteer. I promise I’m good at following directions.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

He grinned hearing a playful laugh come from my lips at his previous words. “I’m serious. You’ve got talent. And you look like you actually enjoy this.”

Mason stepped closer to me, opening his mouth to say something but he was cut off when someone ran past us and a hand shot past my shoulder so fast I barely registered it before my camera was gone.

“What the— Jake!” I spun around to see Jake Seresin standing a few feet away, my camera dangling from his hand like he’d just plucked a toy from a toddler. His grin was pure trouble, too sharp, smug, and entirely too pleased with himself.

“Careful, sweetheart,” he drawled, lifting the camera higher when I reached for it. “You’re gonna drop this thing letting strangers crowd you.”

“Jake. Give it back.”

“Nope.” He popped the “p” like he was enjoying himself way too much.

Mason blinked, clearly thrown. “Uh… I didn’t mean to-”

Jake didn’t even look at him. He just kept his eyes on me, that infuriating smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. Lunging in his direction he stepped back, raising the camera over his head like he was six‑foot‑something of pure, petty chaos. Swatting my hands I did my best to reach for it but he had longer arms than me. “Jake! Stop! Give it you’re going to drop it!”

“Relax,” he said, backing farther into the sand. “I’ve got good hands.”

“Oh my god,” I groaned, half laughing despite myself. “You’re impossible.”

“I’ll, uh… let you two handle that.” Behind me, Mason cleared his throat. “Have a good night, Y/n.”

Slumping my shoulders I huffed towards the blonde aviator holding my camera hostage for no good reason. It was annoying. Although I guess I can’t complain it’s definitely better than him arguing with my best friend all the time. Shooting him a glare I scoffed at him. “Great, you scared him off.”

“I didn’t scare him off.” Jake shrugged, still holding my camera hostage. “He just got the hint.”

“What hint?!”

“That you don’t need him hovering over you.”

I stared at him, stunned. “He wasn’t hovering. We were talking.”

“Looked like hovering from where I was standing.”

Rolling my eyes I ran at him again where he bolted into a run away from me where we started a game of cat and mouse with my camera. Jake dangled the camera from its strap near my reach but the second my fingers barely brushed it he snatched it away. Clutching my hands into fists I growled under my breath. “Jake, give. It. Back.”

He tilted his head, eyes dancing. “Say please.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Then I guess I’m keeping it.”

“You don’t even know how to use it!”

“Sure I do,” he said, lifting it to his eye. “Point and click, right?”

“Jake!”

He held his arms open with a grin on his face as he laughed with such joy. “Come and get me, Y/n.”

Kicking up some sand I charged at him with all the strength I had, slamming into his chest where he unexpectedly lost his footing. Together we tumbled down to the sandy ground becoming a tangled set of arms and legs, covered in sand from head to toe. Jake landed on his back gripping onto the camera so it didn’t hit the ground and bust while his other arm wrapped around my waist holding me against him. My palms hit his bare chest, hair falling over his face and a thick blush covering my face realizing how close we were to each other.

“Jake….”

He whispered, keeping his green eyes focused on me. “Y/n….”

“Why did you scare off, Mason?. He wasn’t doing anything wrong.”

“Yes, he was.”

Blowing a raspberry in his face I pushed my hands on his chest, forcing myself upright to stand above him with my hands on my hips. “What the heck is wrong with you, Seresin. You just scared off a guy simply talking with me.”

“That was obvious flirting, sweetheart.”

Rolling my eyes I glanced over my shoulder towards Bradley who was lazily sitting in a beach chair with his sunglasses sitting on top of his head. He shifted his gaze in my direction, raising his fist and punching the air with a cheeky smirk playing on his lips for a reason I didn’t understand at all. “You’re jealous aren’t you?” Turning my attention back to the aviator I knitted my brows together.

“I’m not jealous. I can just tell when people shouldn’t be hovering over you.”

Stepping toward him in two quick strides there was barely any distance between us then. Gazes intensely locked on one another. “You don’t have any reason to be jealous. We are not a couple, Seresin.” Our chests were nearly touching and I could feel my breath mixing with his own. My mind was trying to still understand why my best friend was smirking at me while I was talking with someone he couldn’t stand.

“You’re right. We’re not.” He responded back to me, closing more of the almost invisible gap between us. Our noses brushing against each other.

“Jake….”

Opening my mouth I went to say more until he completely closed the gap, pressing his lips down onto mine with fierce determination. His hands cradled my face as I felt my camera hit me in the side as it swung from his movements but the strap was thankfully secured around his neck so it wouldn’t hit the sand. A gasp slipped out of my mouth shortly disappearing once I kissed him back with the same level of passion that apparently had been building inside of me.

Running my hands up his chest I wrapped my arms around his neck deepening it even more. He in turn moved one hand to the back of my head, tugging on some of my hair drawing a moan from me. And we would have remained like this if it wasn’t for the fact that we needed air to breathe. Jake drew back first panting heavily while he rested his forehead against mine, holding my face in his palms still.

“We’re not a couple. I know that. And I have tried to not fall in love with you, believe me I have tried.”

I attempted to cut him off. “You don’t have to explain.”

“Yes, I do. I know it’s not what you want to hear but I tried to not fall in love with you. I tried because you’re Bradshaw’s best friend meaning you probably wouldn’t be able to stand me. But it didn’t work because I am crazy in love with you Y/n.”

Messing with the hair at the nape of his neck I felt a huge grin spreading across my face at the deep confession I had just seen drawn out from Jake Hangman Seresin. “I can’t believe you just said that.”

“Neither can I.” He chuckled as his cheeks turned a light pink catching me off guard because I swear I’d never seen him insecure or embarrassed before. “But I couldn’t face the idea of someone else being with you ... .cause I love how you always take sunset pictures. I love that you aren’t afraid to tell me when I’m acting like an arrogant idiot and I love how you know what you want out of life. And now I’m just really hoping I can be the guy for you.”

“Bradley is sooo going to kick your ass for this.” Giggling up at him I tugged his lips down to meet mine again. He chuckled into the kiss, making me laugh at the feeling.

“He actually got me to come over here. Said somethin’ like who’s that guy talking with Y/n and something else. I stopped listening once he said your name.”

A laugh came out of my mouth, gently wrapping my fingers around the chain of his dog tags. “Sounds like I’ll have to thank him then. After I kick his butt for meddling in my love life.”

“What are you gonna do to me, darlin’?”

Biting my lip I hummed, pausing to think of a response. “Stealing my camera doesn’t make this look good for you, Hangman.”

“Definitely understand. But if I can make one suggestion, can you wait until tomorrow to kick my ass cause I’d really like to keep kissin’ you.”

Jumping up I wrapped my arms and legs around his neck and waist and thanks to his quick reflexes he didn’t even come close to dropping me. “Take me to bed or lose me forever, Jake Seresin.” Nuzzling my nose against his I found some confidence despite how pink my cheeks had turned.

Jake Seresin didn’t need to be told twice, he tightened his arms around my back rushing as fast as he could to his truck parked in the parking lot. He set me down on my feet fumbling with his car keys where it took him a minute to get my door opened. The drive I don’t recall simply because I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him, thinking that if I looked away I’d wake up from this unbelievable dream where he is in love with me. Eventually we’d ended up at his place stumbling through the front door and into his bedroom. His rough hands stilled from touching me any further when I trailed my hands down his chest, looping my fingers into the bottom of his shirt tugging on it.

Raising my gaze up to meet his sea-green eyes I felt a nervous feeling growing in the pit of my stomach. “Jake, are you alright?” He was currently watching me like he’s memorizing my face.

“I….uh….I don’t want to mess this up.”

“Why do you think you would?”

He shrugged his shoulders blushing a deep red with his breathing becoming uneven with every word. “I don’t know. I’ve just….ive wanted this for so long that - I don’t want you to wake up tomorrow and wish this didn’t happen.“

Leaning up on my toes I grasped the fabric of his shirt, bringing his lips down onto mine with a faint tug of his collar. He stiffened briefly till I felt him loosen and let himself get lost in the short passionate kiss. “That isn’t gonna happen, Jake. I know you wouldn’t let that happen. Now are we going to do this or not?” Searching his facial expression I waited for his answer, knowing deep down I could get through the insecure side of this man.

It was like a switch had been flipped inside his head as he reached down grasping the bottom of his shirt yanking it up and over his head. He tossed it somewhere in the room, gently grasping the bottom of my shirt and slowly removing it. The next thing I did was bend down removing my own shorts and underneath and he removed his own. Jake took a step forward cupping my face again as we fell back onto the mattress, his body hovering above my own. “You can tell me to stop at any time.”

“Don’t you dare. Just kiss me please.” My hands found his bare chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath my fingertips.

Jake kissed me then, a deep, slow kiss that was both gentle and consuming. his eyes never leaving my face. My fingers tangled in his hair as he kissed my neck, my lips, sending shivers through me. Soon we became a mess of tangled limbs and wandering hands as we got lost in the feeling of each other. The pleasure and enjoyment came over until Jake separated from me flopping onto his back attempting to catch his breath. “I love you, Y/n.” He panted, running a hand through his tousled blonde hair.

“I love you too.” Rolling over onto my side I laid my head on his bare chest, grinning up at him as he leans down kissing my forehead softly.

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[athenas-rose]

𝒫𝑒𝓇𝒻𝑒𝒸𝓉 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒲𝒶𝓎 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒜𝓇𝑒 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Steve Harrington x insecure!reader 1k words

Warnings: Insecurities, body dysmorphia, hurt/comfort, fluff, suggestiveness

You can’t help but hate how you look in front of the mirror, luckily Steve comes in time to take all your worries away

You don’t know how long you’ve been standing in the mirror for — only that the dress you had bought beforehand specifically to surprise Steve tonight, was clinging to your body in a way that brought out all your insecurities.

No matter how hard you pulled the fabric this way and that, stretching it downwards over the plus of your thighs, trying to get it to not to hug your waist, it refused to budge.

The image in the mirror wouldn’t change.

Steve was due to show up soon to pick you up, and you were running out of time to figure out ways to completely configure your outfit, body shape, and face. It wasn’t that Steve didn’t make you feel secure the way you were—it was the total opposite of that, he was such a good boyfriend, and all you wished was to give him back the girl he deserved.

Ever since you got together, you knew you looked nothing like the past girls he had flings with. You didn’t match the girls in the weekly magazines, who had small frames, perfect chest to waist ratio, with the prettiest trending makeup.

And every time you sighed and attempted to push your thoughts away, you were rooted to your spot stuck facing the large mirror, why did he have to pick you? It would’ve been easier, finding another confident woman to fill your shoes as his girlfriend. Someone that didn’t have to consider canceling a date just because it was mentally that challenging to go out into public like this, to show yourself to him.

You didn’t notice the creaking floor sound of Steve currently walking to your bedroom. It seemed your thoughts had been able to drown everything else out, and you only snapped back to reality when Steve froze entering the room.

“Woah—gosh, baby.” Steve went slack-jawed, not taking his eyes off your figure as he took in a sharp gasp.

“You look beautiful—I mean that’s not enough, you look incredible, stunning even.” He still hadn’t moved an inch, and didn’t realize the reason why you still weren’t by the door ready.

You turned around quickly, looking unexpected yourself to see him. Steve just had that effortless charm that made you sigh every time he blessed you with his presence, his unfairly silky hair, soft features you constantly admired, and not to mention his physique that had you swooning like a middle school girl all over again.

And you were just—you, there wasn’t anything special that made you stick out from the crowd, and as much as you tried to believe it, you didn’t understand Steve’s reassuring words, not in this moment, not ever.

You shuffled on both feet, “hey Steve, I think I started coming down with something, why don’t we take a rain check?” And you were forced to watch in real time how his expression dropped to one of genuine heartbreak. You felt horrible now, he must’ve spent a long time planning everything, getting all excited and being the perfect sweet boyfriend he was, and you just ruined all of it.

“What?” Steve looked confused at you. “But sweetheart, when I called this morning, you were just telling me how excited you were to go on this date. And you got all ready—here, let me feel your forehead, I’m sure it couldn’t have come on this quickly.” Steve took large strides towards you and pressed the back of one of his warm hands to your forehead, checking your temperature.

He stayed silent for a moment, and you hoped that he hadn’t seen through your lies, even though they weren’t believable in the slightest. “Hm, you feel fine baby?” He replaced his hand with a kiss to your forehead.

“Are you sure it’s not something else?” His tone lowered to one of a whisper, and Steve could instantly tell something was wrong by the way you started squirming in place, avoiding his eyes.

“It’s just—it’s nothing.” You shook your head, trying to form a tight smile.

Steve pushed your hair back, returning a small smile, he knew you were hiding something, and all he had to do was gently try to coax it out of you with his boyfriend power.

“Baby…you’re forgetting that I know you, which means I also know when you’re lying to me. Please, if you really don’t wanna talk about it I won’t force you to. But maybe it’s something I can fix.”

“You can’t fix the way I look,” you muttered quietly, not even realizing you had said it until a silence swallowed the air surrounding you both.

“Hey—stop it, don’t do that.” Steve suddenly grabbed both of your hands, squeezing them firmly. “I would never try to fix the way you look, I don’t see anything that needs fixing. Talk to me sweetheart, where’s this coming from?” He forced you to look him in the eye.

“I…” you swallowed thickly, and Steve gave you all the time you needed. “I just thought I’d look better when I bought it. Prettier, someone actually worth taking out.” You glanced down once again at your body, your voice sounding so weak and shaky. “But instead—there’s nothing special about me.”

For a moment Steve stayed quiet, his mind trying to process how you dare to say those things about yourself. When just by looking at you, Steve could conjure a whole list of things so perfect and special about you he couldn’t find in anyone else.

“No.” Just one word came out, strong and sure, unlike how you’d been fumbling with your previous words.

Steve released one of your hands to tilt your chin upwards, “listen to me.”

“You don’t understand how beyond lucky I am to call you mine.”

He paused, making sure every word reached your head the way he wanted it to.

“And you don’t get to be the one to decide that you’re not enough. That you’re not pretty enough for me—I do. I already did, from the exact moment I saw you.”

“There’s not a single part of you, that I struggle to love. To be honest, you’re the only thing I’m completely sure about choosing.”

You exhale through your mouth, trapped in a trance by his words.

“Wanna know what I see?” Steve raises his brows just a bit, and you can’t help but give a little nod, never wanting to hear him stop talking.

“I see the face of the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on, and somehow, it still feels like I’m seeing you for the first time.” Steve shook his head.

“I see how your eyes glitter in the sun, how all the shades stand out and make you look ethereal. I see how you blush, even when you think I’m not looking. I see a girl that I can’t believe picked me, who gives me her attention, who doesn’t leave even when I act like an idiot, I see a girl I love. So much.”

A single tear started sliding down your face, your lips were parted, having to physically take in all the things Steve was confessing. And you thought maybe for the first time, all the doubts you had been thinking, were just in your head.

Steve raised his thumb to swipe away at the wet streak, had his precious girl been feeling this way all this time? He would’ve said something sooner, had he known. All these awful things swelled up inside his chest, Steve should’ve noticed, he should’ve made it clear just how beautiful you were to him earlier.

“Fuck the mirror. Fuck all those things that make you think that you’re not enough. I’m always going to choose you, and I’ll be forever grateful you chose me back. Don’t think for a moment that you’re not worth it, you’re worth taking to the moon and back. And yeah, I see that pretty dress you got on.” He licked over his bottom lip. “It’s perfect baby, you’re ruining me, and it’s making me lose focus on everything else. I might have to follow you through and stay home so I can have you all to myself.” He brought a possessive hand to your waist, silently claiming you.

“Steve…” you sighed leaning against him.

“What, you think ‘m lying? Or else we really won’t make it out of that door, so I can prove to you just how much I appreciate it.”

You giggled, though it did sound like a good idea, you could do plenty of that later. “No, I believe you! I promise I do.” You huffed. “I guess I just needed a reminder, is all, do you really think I look good?” You asked shyly.

You weren’t fishing for compliments, but Steve was ready to grant you all of them none the less if you wanted. “I don’t think you look good, baby. I know you look amazing.”

He suddenly turned you by your hips the other way round and you came once again in contact with the mirror that had flooded your mind previously with horrid feelings. “You just need to see for yourself.”

But now looking at your reflection, with Steve right next to you, all you could think of was how right you looked standing together. You met his eyes, and he still had that foolish heartfelt smile that never left his face whenever he looked at you. “My pretty baby,” he lowered his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling you deeply and shifting you side to side.

“Pretty girl.” He mumbled incoherently, starting to press kisses all over your neck and jaw, wherever he could reach. “All mine.”

You laughed as the kisses turned ticklish, shifting wildly in his arms, starting to forget why you were even upset in the first place.

“Say it! Say that you’re all mine.” Steve didn’t relent, not until you took a deep breath and held his arms tightly over your body.

“I’m all yours, Stevie.”

“That’s damn right.”

[urumashunistheonlyone]

i don’t care about ur weight

pairing: bakugo katsuki x reader

genre: romance, slice of life, fluff, comfort

warnings: mild language, body image insecurities, suggestive content, bathing/nudity, emotional vulnerability

synopsis: after a long day of hero training, you climb into the bath with katsuki, but insecurities about your body start to creep in. his blunt honesty, teasing, and quiet reassurance remind you that he loves you for who you are—not just how you look

you and katsuki had a routine—a simple, comforting one. after a long, tiring day of hero training, you both found yourselves soaking in a warm, bubbly bath together. it had started off as something practical, a way to relax aching muscles, but over time, it became more than that. it became a ritual. a moment for just the two of you to be close and forget about the world outside.

but lately, something had been nagging at you. you’d noticed a little extra weight around your stomach and thighs, and though katsuki never mentioned it, your own insecurities had been louder than usual. each time you climbed into the bath with him, you found yourself pulling a towel a little tighter around you, hiding yourself for just a few seconds longer.

tonight was no different. katsuki was already in the tub, the bubbles lazily floating around him as he leaned back with his eyes closed, his spiky hair damp and falling slightly over his forehead. he cracked an eye open as he heard you hesitate by the door.

“tch. you gettin' in or not?” he grumbled, a smirk playing at his lips. “the water’s not gonna wait for you all night.”

you gave a small smile, but your grip tightened on the towel. “yeah, just… gimme a sec.”

his eyebrow quirked at that. he didn’t usually have to wait for you. katsuki’s eyes sharpened, just a bit, as he watched you. something was up. you slowly let the towel drop, but even as you stepped into the water, you couldn't shake the uncomfortable feeling. you sank down lower into the bubbles than usual, trying to cover yourself more than necessary.

katsuki leaned forward, narrowing his eyes. “oi, what’s with you? you’ve been actin’ weird lately.” he crossed his arms over his chest, muscles flexing in the water. “don’t tell me you’re mad ‘cause i ate the last of those stupid snacks in the pantry. you should’ve been quicker.”

you rolled your eyes at his dramatic tone but stayed quiet. your fingers absentmindedly toyed with the bubbles, and the silence dragged on longer than katsuki could tolerate.

“spit it out already,” he said, now fully sitting up. his red eyes focused on you, waiting.

you hesitated, chewing on your bottom lip. “it’s stupid…”

“then it’s probably somethin’ you should’ve told me already.” he leaned closer, splashing a bit as he moved. “what is it?”

you let out a sigh, staring down at the bubbles. “i’ve just… i’ve put on some weight, that’s all. and i guess it’s been bothering me. i don’t look the same, and it’s messing with my head.”

katsuki blinked, his face deadpan for a moment. then, without missing a beat, he snorted. “you’re seriously worried about that?”

“shut up, katsuki,” you snapped, your cheeks burning. “it’s a big deal to me, okay?”

but katsuki didn’t look phased by your outburst. instead, he let out a low chuckle, his usual brash confidence radiating off him. “you’re an idiot,” he muttered, shaking his head. “you really think i give a damn about that? i didn’t get with you ‘cause of how you looked, dumbass.”

his bluntness caught you off guard, and you felt your embarrassment growing. “well, i know that, but—”

“no, you don’t,” he interrupted, leaning closer until his face was right in front of yours. his eyes were intense, and his voice dropped into something softer, though still rough around the edges. “if you knew that, you wouldn’t be hidin’ yourself like this. it’s pissin’ me off.”

your breath hitched, surprised by the sudden shift in the mood. “pissing you off?” you repeated, furrowing your brows.

“yeah,” he said, his hand reaching out to rest on your waist under the water. “you’re fine the way you are, idiot. i don’t care if you’ve put on weight or lost it. i’ve got better things to care about.”

you bit back a smile, your heart doing little flips in your chest. leave it to katsuki to be reassuring in the most katsuki way possible.

“besides,” he added with a smirk, “you’re still gonna kick ass in training, and that’s what matters, right?”

you couldn’t help but laugh softly. “i guess so.”

katsuki’s hand tightened just slightly on your waist, pulling you closer so that your legs brushed against his under the water. “guess? there’s no guessin’ here, dumbass. you’re the strongest person i know, so quit actin’ like a damn wimp.”

you sighed, shaking your head but feeling a lot lighter than you had before. “you really have a way with words, you know that?”

“damn right,” he grinned, pulling you even closer until you were practically sitting in his lap. his other hand reached up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing gently against your skin. “you’re stuck with me, so don’t think for a second i’m gonna let you sit there and doubt yourself.”

for a moment, you just looked at him, taking in his expression. for all his harshness, katsuki had a way of grounding you. he might not say the sweetest things, but everything he did say came from a place of honesty.

“thanks, katsuki,” you said quietly, leaning into his touch.

he huffed, but you could see the small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “yeah, yeah. now stop bein’ so damn insecure and relax. we’re supposed to be enjoyin’ the bath.”

you laughed, feeling the tension in your body finally melt away. “okay, fine. but next time, i get the snacks first.”

“tch, like hell you do,” he shot back, grinning. “i’m the one who needs ‘em after training.”

you splashed a bit of water at him playfully, and he growled in mock annoyance before splashing you back, the water sloshing around the tub as the two of you bickered and laughed.

and just like that, everything felt normal again. katsuki had a way of making even the simplest moments feel… right. and as you both settled back into the bubbles, your insecurities washed away, leaving only the warmth of his presence beside you.

[the-violet-diaries]

Sylus x insecure yet adorable f!mc

warnings: tickling, comfort, fluff

Just thinking about a shy or insecure mc who never or very rarely laughs out loud, like an audible sound, but instead covers her mouth, shakes a lot and makes soft snickering or gentle tittering noises. No doubt, Sylus loves those cute little sounds and makes it his sole purpose in life to make you laugh whenever he can and finds every chance to hear your breathy giggles, but he really wishes he could hear what your actual laugh sounds like and hates that you always hide your face with the back of your hand.

So when he finally discovers that tickling you- even the slightest poke on your stomach or side- is enough to elicit your true, unfiltered laughter, he almost faints. Drops dead. Worships your sensitivity to his touch- oh lord it's his own touch how blessed is he- and finds it absolutely fucking adorable. Finding every and any minor excuse or reason to pounce on you and tickle you (gently, of course) till you're breathless and your softly heaving chest rests upon his rapidly beating one. Because the second he hears the almost nectarine melody that flows from your soft parted lips, your small figure quivering in his arms and tiny hands grabbing at his as you attempt to put up a weak fight against him, he immediately disconnects from any and every other noise around him, honing his hearing purely onto your sweet, oh so honey-sweet laughter.

And the moment he sets eyes on that twinkling wide smile, those rosy red tinted cheeks, disheveled hair, and half-closed eyelids that take the shapes of upside-down crescent moons, your chin tilted back and neck scrunching up occasionally when his teasing fingers brush up against the skin around the area, Sylus instantly melts. A hopeless goner. Like butter in a frying pan under steaming hot temperatures. His heart goes insanely wild at the spot. Because oh he is so down bad. Addicted. Intoxicated with your music that needs no rhythm because it has one of its own. He locks this valuable secret within his heart and throws the damn key to hell, swears to never let anyone else discover it. Because this is your own little thing, something intimate to be shared and cherished between just the two of you. Something precious. Praying to the gods because oh thank the lord that he can finally, finally hear his kitten's true laughter and see her smile so unhidden. So genuine. So real.