Imagine Person A has depression. Person B likes to put nice little notes all around their house (ex: on the window a note that says “isn’t it a beautiful day?” or a note on the mirror saying “you look really beautiful today!!) and hope they’ll help A a bit. Person A ends up enjoying these little notes and asks B to do them more often
“Did he just say what I think he said?” you ask. Kirk sighs, “He shouldn’t have told you that.” You smile, “Do you really think I’m beautiful?” Jim grins, “That I do. I can’t help but appreciate God’s work. You are an Angel sent from heaven.” You giggle, “Smooth, Jim.” He chuckles, “I try.”
You never liked the way you looked. You always thought that there was someone better. Being Sodapop’s girlfriend didn’t really help your self esteem because you always saw beautiful girls that wanted him to be theirs instead of yours.
You got from work and it was a day sent to you by the devil. To make it even worse, you drove by the DX and saw a beautiful, blonde-headed girl flirting with Soda. Of course he was oblivious, and he thought nothing of it. And normally this wouldn’t bother you because it was normal, but today it really stung.
You walked in the door of your house and immediately went back to your room. You closed the door and sat down on the bed, beginning to think. You thought about how Soda deserves someone better than you. You looked over at the full length mirror and walked over to it. Looking at yourself, you started to cry. Your sobs echoed through the whole house, but you didn’t care. No one was in there with you.
Or, that is what you thought at least.
Soda walked in the door and heard you crying, so he was quiet. He walked back to your room and quietly opened the door, watching you. He had never seen you cry like this before. And the worst part was, you had no idea that he was watching.
You unbuttoned your flannel and took it off, leaving you in only your bra and your jeans. You found every little flaw. You found every stretch mark, every freckle, every mole and you started to cry harder. You thought that you were (too fat/too skinny) and you thought so many negative things.
“God,” you said quietly, “why am I not as pretty as these other girls? Why am I not like them? He deserves better than me. He has all these gorgeous girls wanting him, but he still chose me. I don’t understand. He picked the worst one.”
This is when Soda decided to step in. He stepped closer to you and said, “(Y/N), I did not pick the worst one.”
“Oh no,” you sniffed, “how much did you hear?”
“I heard just enough,” he walked over and gripped you in a tight hug. “Why did you say all that stuff about yourself?”
“Because it’s all true. I am ugly and you deserve someone so much better.”
“(Y/N) please, never think that. I chose you because you’re you.”
“But–,” he stopped you before you could finish.
“Look baby, beauty comes in all kinds of different forms, but yours is my favorite,” he smiled and you did too.
A/N: I am so sorry, this is so terrible and cringe. If you liked it though, good for you. Thanks for reading!
Summary; You let your insecurities overwhelm you to the point of hating yourself more than ever. Fortunatly, BamBam refuses to let you think that way - and he shows you just how beautiful and perfect you are to him.
Please note also that there are mentions of slight eating disorders which may be triggering to some readers. Please be healthy and love your bodies no matter what!
you might not be ready to flower yet, while everyone you know blooms - that’s okay, flowers have their own times and seasons, you might just be the winter hyacinth to their summer blooms and there is no shame in that
You liked to think you weren’t the jealous type, that wasn’t true but you liked to think it was. You knew there was nothing between Lydia and Stiles, Lydia was your best friend and Stiles was your boyfriend and neither of them would ever do anything to hurt you. That didn’t mean that you didn’t get hot under the collar when you saw them together, you couldn’t really help it. Lydia was beautiful, smart and a banshee. You didn’t really think that highly of yourself, you didn’t think you were as smart as she was or as pretty and you were a wolf. You weren’t ashamed but you were a bit embarrassed, a wolf didn’t seem as graceful as a banshee in your eyes.
You were lying on Stiles’ bed, he was walking Lydia to the door after the research the three of you had done today you wanted nothing more than to climb under the covers and sleep for the rest of eternity. Stiles and Lydia did all the hard work, reading all the old books and lore, Lydia translating the various languages.
You didn’t want to admit it to anyone, not even yourself, but you hated the way Stiles and Lydia talked, both so smart, you felt obsolete in the conversation. “What’s wrong?” Stiles asked as he reentered the room. You were still sprawled on the mattress, cuddling Stiles’ pillow. “Nothing.” You mumbled into the pillow.
You saw Stiles sigh before he scooted closer to you on the bed. “Talk to me, I hate when you shut me out.” He said as he wrapped his arms around you. “What’s wrong?” He continued when you didn’t respond the first time. You sighed and turned around to face him, burying your face in his chest. “I’m not as smart as you and Lydia.” You said barely above a whisper.
You didn’t think it was very loud but Stiles heard it anyways. You heard him groan and you looked up at him though your eyelashes. “Why?” He asked as he lowered himself so that you two were at eye level. “Why what? She knows latin and god knows how many more languages and at this point you’re an expert in all things mythological.” You said like it was obvious.
“You’re just as brilliant, who cares if it’s not in the same way? You’re a werewolf, you’re beautiful and smart,” Stiles placed a kiss on your neck. “talented,” Another kiss. “sexy, fast, strong, sarcastic,” He went on and on accenting each word with a kiss somewhere on your body.
You found it hard to hold yourself back, to restrain yourself. Stiles was yours, he’d always be yours, tonight you were going to make sure everyone else knew. You flipped over so that he was underneath you and you were straddling him. “I love you.” Stiles said, a smirk crossing his handsome features.
“When does your dad get home?” You asked worried about how much time you had. “He’s got the night shift.” Stiles said as he removed his shirt. “Good.” You said before removing your own shirt. ___________________
Scott was already dressing into his lacrosse gear when Stiles walked in. “Whoa.” Scott said as he saw the red marks littering Stiles’ chest and back. “Dude what happened?” Scott asked. “(y/n).” Stiles said with a stupid grin on his face. “(y/n) happened.” He slipped on his jersey hiding all the marks except for the ones on his neck.
So I’m going to college soon (April) and I’m seriously contemplating whether I should take Russian or French as my second foreign language. I really don’t know!! (I totally blame Bucky for this)
I know that this is my choice, and my own completely, but I could really use some help from you beautiful ladies! Any advice or anything that you could help me with this dilemma?
Since the Yumoto one got enough notes last time (I don’t want to spam the tag with stuff people don’t wanna see) here’s the Ryuu one! If nobody kicks my askbox in and demands that I do Akoya or Kinshiro or whoever right away, I’ll just continue in the order of their colors. Two bonuses (plus one stupid crossover) this time because I can‘t decide and because the green eyes Wombat had in ep 9 look absolutely gorgeous on Ryuu.
do you guys have any really good eyebrow tips for me?? like products u love?? or just even application tips?? im having a crisis because i normally use a wet angled brush & eyeshadow and the ONE eyeshadow i use has like a crumb left