Not the one for you (the one for me) [Raiden x reader Drabble]
A/n: Raiden my cutie pie:(( inspired by the trend and clip of the song that’s floating around TT ‘It Ain’t me, Babe’ from the new Bob Dylan movie
Warnings: fem!reader, Insecurities, angst, text blocks
“You..don’t want me Raiden.” She said softly, voice breaking. “I’m not the one you want. I’m not the one you need.” She continued with a hesitant firmness. “I’m only going to let you down.” Raiden set aside the bouquet of flowers—he’d gotten her favorites—and stepped closer to her.
He gently cupped her face with his calloused hands and searched her eyes. “Yes you are. You’re who I was looking for, even when i didn’t know it..I was coming home to you.” She whimpered softly, as tears fell. “No..I’m not your home. I want to be but I’m not.” Raiden took a deep breath, and asked “Why do you think that? Because I know for certainty that you are.”
She took a step back, and slid down the wall hands shaking. “I—where do I start?” She tried to joke. She didn’t speak for a long moment as the tears in her eyes streaked down her face. When she spoke again, she croaked out “I..my anger issues. I can fly off the handle in an instant. I say something then think, I ruin the mood, I give up too easily, I’m not…pretty. Like at all. My mind can wander in less than a second and I overthink everything. I’m decent enough at certain things to seem smart but I loathe actually learning new things about topics I like because I’m scared to seem like I think I know better than other people, I float from interest to interest and I’m mediocre at all of them. I’m really not good at anything. But you…” she paused, to look up at him. Raiden looked miserable, but didn’t say anything. A little voice said that he was understanding his mistake—she hated that thought.
“But you..you’re sweet and I’ve never seen become angry. You’re incredible at what you do, because you perfect your ability to do something. You’re humble and always look out for others before yourself, you don’t like matcha tea but love popping boba, you always went to pastry school because you wanted to make professional quality croissants, you don’t know the difference between macarons and macaroons, you always save me seats during meal times on the left side because you know I’m left handed. You…you could do a lot better than me. I’m not the one you want, Raiden.”
The Earthrealm champion clenched his fist, and for the first time she thought that Mayer he’d actually be angry. But his expression calmed quickly, and he dropped to his knees to meet her eyes easier. “You have a passion that I’ve never seen in a person, and you’ll argue to the nether realm and back over a topic you like or a person you care about, you wait for the others while they tie their shoes, when the sidewalk gets narrow you step back to the back of the group. And I’m not sure who liked to you, but I can assure I’ve never found someone more attractive than I do you. Your smile lights a room, your laugh rings like bells in my mind and clears the fog from heart. You have a plethora of hobbies that you do out of enjoyment and I get to hear you rave about a book you bought or try all the flavors of bread you make. It’s endearing. You don’t like bananas on their own but love banana pudding. You’re the first person I look for in a room when I walk into it, and the person I always save a seat for because I love hearing you mutter to yourself about things and I know you hate eating alone. You see yourself as this horrible thing..but you aren’t. You’re complex and wonderful and I want to know everything about you.” Raiden rambled, and by the end of it his chest was heaving.
Raiden grabbed her hands and pressed a gentle kiss to each of her knuckles—never breaking eye contact. “And as for your over thinking, I don’t mind being an over explainer. So long as I can put your mind at ease. You just need to let me. Okay?” Raiden smiled wider when she nodded, a gentle smile gracing her face.
“You’re the one I want, and the home I’ve been searching for too, Raiden. I’m sorry I was just…afraid.”
“It’s okay, darling. It’s perfectly fine to be afraid.”
