if average people ran the world

❝ I never regretted confessing to you. ❞

Plot: BTS is on weekly idol and you are the girlfriend of RAP MONSTER. You come to surprise them. He shows skinship and the members make jokes about their leader and tell funny story about them two.

Rap Monster xReader

Words count: 1,3k+

For anon, I hope you like it! Kyu^^.

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner!

Originally posted by sugmon

‘BTS imnida.’ The seven boys bowed before the camera.

They all took their seats but there was a seat extra, ‘Defconn Hyung?’

‘Yes Rap Mon-ssi?’ Said male asked

‘Why is their eight chairs?’ The leader asked, ‘There is only seven of us?’

‘Ahhh that is a surprise.’ He smiled, ‘We have an eighth guest.’

‘Eighth guest?’ The boys all repeated.

BTS had been taking over the music world by storm. With amazing albums, beautiful vocals and handsome visuals, they were not used to having others with them when they were together on a variety show. Looking around they waited in anticipation to who it may be. They were never informed about another guest. Hyeongdon smiled as he announced the person and everybody grinned with pleasure as they saw their leader shocked.

‘Come on out, Y/N’ He called out as you appeared in a pair of black jeans,a white t-shirt which was tucked in the front and checked shirt tied around your waist. Your hair was flowing naturally as you smiled while walking in with a pair of black sneakers on your feet.

‘Surprise.’ You greeted the seven boys, making an extra effort towards Rap Monster.

‘Y-Y/N’ He stuttered, ‘What are you doing here?’

‘I am a guest.’ You spoke up, ‘Why, are you not happy to see me?’

‘Nonsense.’ He stood up and grabbed your hand, placing a kiss on your knuckles, ‘My beautiful girlfriend is welcomed on any show.’

You and the infamous Rap Monster had been together since they debuted. You were an actress in the company and had been in the training program the same time as them. The two of you became close as you debuted and Rap Monster cheered you on your first drama. Few months later he debuted and the two of you were a couple.

‘This is going to be fun.’ A naughty smile spread on J-Hope’s face as you took a seat next to his leader.

‘So am I correct in saying you two have been dating since 2013?’ Defconn asked.

‘Yes,’ He place an arm around you, ‘She has been mine since June 2013.’

You lowered your head in a shy smile as you felt his hand travel down your back and settle on the lower part, ‘And he has been mine.’

‘I love you.’ Rap Monster leaned in and placed a kiss on your cheek.

‘Ahhhh they are so cute!’ Hyeongdon cringed as he looked at the skinship that the all mighty Rap Monster was showing.

‘It’s rather gross when you witness it 24/7’ Suga pitched in, ‘But it’s entertaining at the same time.’

‘Sug, don’t.’ You pleaded as you see the rapper smirk.

‘Oooo do share Suga-ssi.’ Defconn moved to the edge of his seat.

‘Hyung had taken noona out on their first date.’ Jungkook began.

‘I regret telling you this.’ Their leader rolled his eyes.

‘It was their first date ever, and she had a slight cold. They went to a nice restaurant, and while they were eating their meal, Y/N noona sneezed.’ The youngest continued as you bit your lower lip and the others tried to suppress their laughter

‘Hey it’s okay,’ Your boyfriend leaned in and whispered in your ear, using his thumb to push your lower lip away from your teeth, ‘I am never embarrassed of you, and you know what that lip biting does to me, baby.’

The others ignored what was happening as Jungkook continued, ‘A huge booger bubble came out of her nose! It was awful, and it wouldn’t go away. She jumped up as fast as she could and ran to the bathroom with her hands over her face.It was so horrible!’

The two hosts where in a fit of laughter, clutching their stomachs as they laughed, ‘But she was adorable during the whole embarrassment.’

‘You must really treasure your lover, Rap Mon-ssi.’ Hyeongdon admired as your boyfriend rubbed your back gently.

‘He loves her so much that he acts like such a baby on the phone,’ Jimin exposed, ‘He isn’t as might and badass as he puts out to be.’

‘WHAT!?’ Defconn and Hyeongdon gasped at the same time.

‘You don’t believe us?’ Jimin asked pulling out his phone, ‘We have proof.’

‘You recorded our conversations?’ You asked, looking at him with amusement.

Rap Monster had this bad boy persona out in public, but he was nothing but a big old softie. You didn’t mind the teasing. It was what came with having boys around you all the time. You yourself found this exposure very entertaining. Not once did you think that this show would be revolving around you and your love life. Jimin played the recording as it was from a conversation the couple had a few nights ago. Members fell to the floor in broken laughter as you balled your fists on your thighs.

‘You are so cute when you are embarrassed.’ Rap Monster kissed your neck.

‘Yah, Rap Moster-ssi,’ Defconn wiped a tear off his cheek, ‘I never pictured you being this way.’

‘Well little do you know that this celebrity couple has matching onesies.’ Another picture arose with you and your boyfriend in kakao character onesies.

‘You two are so cute!’ Hyeongdon looked at the picture before looking up at the two of you.

‘Wait, there is more!’ Jin tired to catch his breath, ‘They were having a date at the dorms. It was a movie one and they were sitting on the couch. Rap Mon had never experienced skinship comfortably as he is showing off now,’ He pointed at the rapper who was now holding your hand, ‘He was so awkward that he used the lame yawn-and-put-hand-around-shoulder-trick.’

‘It was so painful to watch him do such a cheesy move,’ Suga backed the story up, ‘Like we all ran to the closest room and burst into laughter.’

Story after story, the members teased the two of you. It was nothing but light fun and you could see that your boyfriend was enjoying it as well. He was enjoying the fact that the others were showing the world how normal he is. He is also goes through all the struggles of dating and being an average boy. But also showing off how dorky and adorable the two of you were. You weren’t many peoples favourite human since the two of you came out with the statement, but you didn’t care. You loved him and he sure loved you.

‘Wait their is one more!’ V chuckled.

‘I think that is enough.’ Rap Monster sighed.

‘Nonsense,’ You placed a hand on his thigh, ‘Let them get it out of their systems now.’

‘So this was before he confessed that he loved her,’ V began as Rap Monster lost all colour in his face, ‘He had written an amazing and beautiful song. He snuck out the dorm one night and went to her house. Y/N hadn’t had her own apartment at the time.’

‘Oh god,’ Rap Monster dropped his head with a shy smile, ‘Lord take me now!’

Holding his laughter, V continued, ‘He had chucked a small stone at what he thought was her window. The bedroom light came on and he began singing and rapping his emotions straight away, not even waiting for her to appear. After a few minutes he stopped and the bedroom window opened. A shoe came fly out and hit him in the head.’ V admitted as he burst out laughing, ‘He had been serenading Y/N father the entire time.’

‘WOAH!!!’ The entire studio erupted in laughter.

‘Yah, it was a mistake!’ He admitted before turning and facing you, tucking a hair behind your ear, ‘But I never regretted confessing to you eventually, Y/N, I love you…’

more gallagher girls headcanons (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

cammie morgan

  • eventually gets a pet cat named suzie
  • has seen parks and rec one too many times
  • probably really good at field hockey
  • learned all the constellations on her father’s lap in nebraska on summer nights
  • knows all the words to every popular NSYNC song

bex baxter

  • her english accent is not posh at all like have you heard someone from london speak lmao
  • punched a boy who tried to grind on her at a frat party
  • her favorite disney princess is mulan
  • really involved in the black lives matter movement, advocates for diversity in the intelligence world
  • thinks sean connery was the best james bond

liz sutton

  • makes the best goddamn grits you’ve ever tasted
  • is the dorkiest dancer that ever was
  • blushes beet red when bex compliments her what a dumb
  • cries watching children’s movies
  • fiercely, fiercely protective of her friends, probably the most out of the four

macey mchenry

  • went as batman for halloween when she was five
  • pursues the more overt side of the intelligence agency i.e., through politics, government relations
  • spent a summer working at the MAC counter in Macy’s without her parents knowledge
  • likes her parents’ house in DC the best (because it’s near preston whoops)
  • would have 90s romcom movie nights with cam when they lived together

zachary goode

  • played peter pan in the school musical when he was 10, and joe still has the incriminating pictures
  • wore a lot of skinny jeans when he was 14, which catherine 10/10 teased him about
  • he and cammie get married in nebraska i’m crying
  • loved the power rangers so much he wore the red ranger suit for a week straight
  • met grant and jonas because they were all in detention

rachel morgan

  • went to yale. i don’t know why i’m so passionate about this but i am
  • definitely has a green thumb - her beautiful flowers make up for her god awful cooking
  • she and joe have definitely worn matching flannel at some point
  • she’s always gonna love matthew, okay? but you can have more than one soulmate, and she and joe love each other and they love matthew and they’re so happy for once i’m dead
  • likes the spice girls. is that even a headcanon or fact at this point?

joe solomon

  • has drawings from when zach was little all over his cabin refrigerator
  • has a vinyl record player. he doesn’t understand how it’s hipster. he probably listens to hall and oates and bob dylan. 
  • this boy is so self-loathing and so full of guilt? i cry for him at night.
  • he met rachel first. he met rachel before he met matthew, actually. and he was never jealous he was their friend he would never be jealous ugh
  • joined the circle because he was an orphan and he just wanted to be somebody and do something important

abby cameron

  • is a huge runner. has probably ran the new york marathon. idk why i associate abby with jogging but i just do
  • definitely took a gap year before uni/cia shit and just travelled around the world and met so many people and was your average twenty something for once
  • because i think, most of all, of any of them, abby is the one who sometimes wishes she was normal
  • drove townsend crazy with her cravings while she was pregnant
  • owns over 30 pairs of shoes

edward townsend

  • was a scholarship kid. came from a broke af family with eight kids in east london and worked hard to get into eton and cambridge and for everything else in his life
  • loves a good cable knit sweater
  • talks to his siblings frequently, tries to keep up with his ever growing number of nieces and nephews
  • is super vigilant about his health but still got malaria in mozambique anyway
  • once met the queen but was too nervous to say anything what a nerd

catherine goode

  • such a fucking yoga hoe oh my god, always talking about her chi and shavasana and how good her practice was 
  • is a piano prodigy, is obsessed with debussy, practices constantly
  • would have studied astrophysics, like black holes and dark matter, if she wasn’t busy being a terrorist
  • really likes the ocean, probably from growing up on a goddamn island
  • lowkey loved eating zach’s leftover dinosaur chicken nuggets
“Blame” Bucky Barnes - Part 1

A/N my first fic so I hope you enjoy, please let me know what you think and part 2 will be coming soon

You walked into the building. A grin shone on your face as you saw Sam, who was accompanied by a broad blonde male.

Sam had just finished asking him a question, “What makes you happy?”

“I don’t know” the blonde man replied.

You knew exactly who it was. As an ex-army Sargent, this man was no mystery to you. You walked up to Sam and gave him a sideways hug. He was your best friend and partner in crime after all.

“Hey Sammy, how was the meeting?” you smile up at him and he groans at your nickname for him. He hates it.

“It went well, actually. Seems like a lot of people are making a lot of progress.” Ever since Sam and you retired from the army, you have both taken a step towards making veterans of war feel safer post deployment. Sam took a group class where people were able to open up about experiences and learn that they were not alone. You, however, took a more personal approach. Before joining the army you got a Masters in Psychology, which you now use for counseling those who have deeper and harder post-traumatic stress issues.

“Oh and (Y/N) this is-“

“Steve Rodgers,” the blonde man cut in, holding out his hand. You smiled and shook it.

“Nice to meet you Captain,” you said smiling. He nodded his head graciously as your arms both returned to their sides.  

“(Y/N) was deployed to Afghanistan too. We were both paratroopers”

“The unstoppable duo, we were.” You said. Steve looked at you surprised. Most people did when you mentioned you were in the army. People believed that you were to small and innocent to defend yourself and saw you as a brains kinda person more than a muscles one. Which was true, you did prefer to use your intelligence to navigate situations, but you weren’t afraid to gun down enemies and pack a punch (which could very easily knock out your average sized guy). Sam never thought this about you, he always believed that you were the stronger of the two, but of course you thought that he was the most incredible person in the world. Your friendship ran deep, so deep you may as well be siblings. Steve realized the face he had made and opened his mouth to apologise, but before he could get the words out you silenced him by raising a hand.

“Don’t,” you said, “you’re not the first one to have that reaction. It’s fine really, I know what I can do, as long as I know my limits, it’s fine with me.”

At this statement Steve began to laugh.

“What?” you questioned, becoming slightly offended. He stopped laughing, noticing your edginess, he shook his head as he said,

“Oh nothing, you just remind me of someone,” his eyes showing hidden sadness. He excused himself from the conversation, saying he has somewhere to be and stalked off. You turned to Sam with a slightly confused look. When you met his face he was smiling.

“What now?” you huffed.

“It’s 12:15!”

“And?”

“That means it’s Gilmore Girls time, it starts in 15 minutes!” you rolled your eyes at him. “I’ll run to the store and get some snacks, you go home, get the beer, set up the TV and I’ll see you there in 10 minutes?” he said walking away. You laughed, nodding. You exited the building muttering about whether or not you and Sam had accidently pulled a freaky Friday and that he was actually the girl.

 ***

You woke up early that morning. When you walked past his room, Sam wasn’t around so you had figured he had gone for a run. You made your way to the kitchen and began making breakfast. You sat down on the couch, the sound of bacon crackling in the background as Sam came home. You turned to greet him and saw that he was drinking straight from the juice bottle. Just as you were about to scold him, there was a knock at the door.

“Saved by the bell this time my friend,” you stated, heading towards the front door. As you hoisted up the blinds, there stood Captain America and a redheaded girl, covered in dirt, looking exhausted. You opened the door, looking at them in shock.

“I’m sorry about this. We need a place to lay low..”

“Everyone we know is trying to kill us.” The redheaded girl spoke in a husky voice.

“Not everyone,” Sam had appeared behind you, he lead the two into the living room as you stepped out of their way. You closed the door looking outside for any danger. You closed the blinds again for good measure. You led the two upstairs towards the en suite attached to Sam’s room. You gave them some towels and headed back down stairs.

You and Sam cooked breakfast and when it was done you went to fetch the two. You reached the door and all you could hear was hushed whispering. You knocked on the door and they both spun around.

“Sorry for interrupting but we made breakfast,” you smiled at them. Sam spoke form behind you,

“You know, if you guys eat that sort of thing.” You rolled your eyes at him and smacked his arm as you made your way downstairs, the redhead following behind you. When you reached the kitchen you asked her what she wanted to drink. She said water.

“I’m Natasha by the way.”

“(Y/N)” You replied smiling at the mysterious girl, grabbing some cold water from the fridge.

“Thank you for letting me borrow some clothes.”

“It’s no problem. I’m sorry if they’re too big, I was unaware I would ever have to share my clothes with someone who has such a rockin’ body,” you laughed, handing her the glass of water. She laughed too.

Don’t be ridiculous. They’re fine.” Little did you know, Natasha had never really had many girl-fueled conversations like this. She was either in the KGB or mainly surrounded by men at SHEILD, she had never really had any close girl friends. But she thought that maybe you could be an exception. You thought that Natasha wasn’t trustworthy, but you did trust her. You got a particular vibe from her that you didn’t know how to describe. But you definitely liked her. Sam and Steve finally made their way down stairs. You smiled at them as they grabbed their plates from the bench, asking them what they would like to drink. They both replied that anything was fine so you got two glasses out ready to fill them with juice. As you were preparing them their drinks Natasha leaned over to you.

“So are you and Sam…” she trailed off, looking between the two of you.

“Huh? Oh! No, no no!” you said finally getting what she was hinting at. She thought you two were together. Many people thought you two were together and to be completely honest, it did look a lot like it. You lived together, were always together, always hanging off one another, but you thought of him as brother. You both thought that you had been through too much together during your Afghanistan tours to ruin it with a relationship.

“Sorry”

“Don’t be, you’re not the first,” you exaggerated your tone of voice making her laugh. You joined the boys at the dining table.

“So, the question is, who at S.H.I.E.L.D. could launch a domestic missile strike?” Natasha asked. The realization hit Steve.

“Pierce,” he said solemnly

“Who happens to be sitting on top of the most secure building in the world.”

“It’s always the way,” you added sarcastically, shoving some bacon into your mouth.

“But he’s not working alone. Zola’s algorithm was on the Lemurian Star.”

“So was Jasper Sitwell.”

Steve sighed, “So, the real question is, how do the two most wanted people in Washington kidnap a S.H.I.E.L.D. officer in broad daylight?” You and Sam made eye contact across the room. You nodded at him and he reached into the top drawer, pulling out a file.

“The answer is you don’t,” you said as Sam placed the file in front the two.

“What’s this?” Steve questioned, examining the file.

“Call it a resume”

“Is this Bakhmala? The Khalid Khandil mission, that was you?” Nat pointed between you and Sam, “You didn’t say they were Pararescue.” She passed the file to back o Steve.

“Is this Riley?” Steve said, eyes growing sympathetic.

“Yeah,” you answered. Riley may have been Sam’s main partner but he was still a good friend of yours. You were honored to have taken his place after he was gunned down. You and Sam were the only two left of the division.

“I heard they couldn’t bring in the choppers because of the RPGs. What did you use? A stealth chute?” Natasha asked. You shook her head at her

“No”

“These,” Sam said handing them the EXO-7 FALCON file.

“I thought you said you were pilots,” Steve asked.

“I never said pilot,” Sam chuckled.

“I can’t ask you two to do this. You got out for good reasons.”

“Dude, Captain America needs our help.” Sam said.

“Ain’t no better reason to get back in,” you smirked at him.

“Where can we get our hands on one of these things?” Steve asked.

“The last two are at Fort Meade. Behind three guarded gates and a 12-inch steel wall.” You said looking at them desperately.

Steve and Natasha turned to each other and shrugged.

“Shouldn’t be a problem.”

 ***

You grab the falling figure’s right arm as Sam grabbed their left. We accelerated up, throwing the man back on the roof next to Natasha and Steve who I could hear talking about girls. Honestly those two. Sam and I landed on the roof, closing our packs.

“Zola’s algorithm is a program for choosing insight’s targets.” Sitwell blurted.

“What targets?”

“A TV anchor in Cairo, the Under Secretary of Defence, a high school Valedictorian in Iowa City, Bruce Banner, Stephen Strange, anyone who’s a threat to HYDRA. Now, or in the future,” he said.

“The future? How would it know?” You asked, baffled by even the thought. The man laughed,

“How could it not. The 21st century is a digital book. Zola taught HYDRA how to read it.” After no response from the group he continued, “Your bank records, medical histories, voting patterns, emails, phone calls, your damn SAT scores!” This was not good. “Zola’s algorithm evaluates people’s past to predict their future.”

“And what then?” Steve asked.

“Oh my god. Pierce is gonna kill me.” The man trembled.

“Honey, that’s the least of your problems now.” You whispered

“What then?” Steve pressed. Sam aggressively grabbed the man’s suit, forcing him to answer.

“Then the Insight helicarriers scratch people off the list. A few million at a time.”

anonymous asked:

Hiii! Sorry for the late answer but my professors decided to give my tons of essays to write -_- I think you talked about my request: a fluff with Rin or Makoto and the reader feeling down because she's always so insecure of herself and has zero self confidence ^^

Yup! This is the one! A tiny trigger warning bc this story deals with self loathing. You guys always have to remember not to doubt yourselves. You’re so much better than you think you are. Enjoy! Also once again I chose Makoto!

You trudged through the halls of Iwatobi High, head down. You stared down at the floor with a blank expression, but you still heard all of it. The laughter, the whispers, the snickering. All directed at you. You had no proof that they were laughing at you, but what else could they be laughing at?

When you weren’t with Makoto, you didn’t seem to have much confidence. Even when you were, you just felt safer, sometimes you felt even worse when you were with him. Stray thoughts made you insecure about his love for you. Your self esteem never really grew. And if it did, it was crushed back down immediately.

You took your usual seat in the classroom, which was in the back, by the window. As you stared out at the snowy campus, you also paid attention to the faint reflection in the window. You saw them point and laugh in your direction. You sighed, another day spent acting like you didn’t care, when you did. You really, really did.

-

Class had been dull as usual that day. The only bright patches were break and lunch with your friends on the swim team.

You walked out to the front gate of the school, bundled up in your winter clothing. You saw the familiar tall figure waiting for you. You smiled softly into your scarf at the sight of him, but your bad mood and gloomy attitude had not been lifted. You reached him, and you locked hands, beginning to walk.

The walk was silent after you greeted each other. You stared down at the snow covered ground, a frown hidden under your scarf. You were lost in your thoughts and negative emotions. Why would Makoto date you of all people? He was handsome, intelligent, strong, talented. You didn’t see yourself as pretty, smart, or talented at anything. You weren’t anything but ordinary. You were just-

“(Y/N),” Makoto’s voice rang softly for the third time, breaking your concentration. “Earth to (Y/N),” Makoto laughed, waving a hand in front of your face.

“Huh?”

“I asked how your day was. You looked upset, is something wrong?” Makoto looked down at you, worry etched on his features.

“Oh!” You exclaimed, putting on a fake cheerful attitude. You didn’t really feel like talking. “My day was good,” you lied. You faked your best smile, pulling your scarf down under your chin so he could see the bottom half of your face. “Sorry I was just thinking!” You giggled. You were getting pretty good at acting happy when you weren’t.

“Oh!” Makoto laughed softly. “Well I’m glad your day was good.” When you looked away again Makoto frowned. Something was wrong, and he didn’t like it.

The two of you arrived at your house and you turned to face each other. You pulled Makoto into a huge hug, digging your fingers into the back of his this jacket.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

Do you really?

“I love you too, Makoto.”

I really, really do.

You pulled out of the hug and walked up your driveway to your front door. Instead of turning to wave goodbye to him like normal, you threw yourself into your house as fast as possible, head down the whole time.

The remainder of your evening was a complete blur. Meaningless television, dinner, shower, bed.

You weren’t normally like this, usually you were happier, but today, for some reason, had just plain sucked.

As you lay in bed, you went through the entire chain of self doubt in your head. All of the mean things you could think about yourself, cutting corners and making yourself belief you were just ordinary. Wondering why Makoto had chosen you. You wanted to cry, but you didn’t. What would Makoto think if he saw you crying over something so trivial?

Images of Makoto laughing with the others about how he had dated you as a joke flashed through your head. No. Makoto could never do that to anyone. You drifted off to sleep, these thoughts plaguing you to the very last second of your consciousness.

You woke up the next morning in no better mood than before. You pulled yourself out of bed and to the bathroom to get ready for the day to come.

You didn’t care for your own appearance. You didn’t think you were particularly ugly, just average. You wondered if it would be better to be ugly than just ordinary. At less then you’d have a reason to stand out, rather than being forgettable.

The longer you stared into the eyes of your reflection, the more you wanted to release your pent up emotion and just cry. Your eyes began to sting, welling up with tears.

You sat on the bathroom floor, leaning against the wall, and broke down. Ordinary. Average. There was nothing appealing or special. You saw other people who had some special trait or cute and odd part of their personality. You just felt dull. Ordinary. Average. Bleak. Dull. Boring.

Your hand ran through your average hair. More tears spilled from your bleak eyes, running down your average skin. Your dull features displaying despair. Sobs racked your full body. Why did you feel so terrible? Nothing had really changed in the last few weeks. You had felt happy just the other day, but now your world was falling apart for no good reason. It didn’t make sense.

-

Makoto stood on your front porch, just in front of your door. A bouquet of your favorite flowers in one hand, your favorite ice cream in the other.

After a few minutes of having rung the doorbell, Makoto fished the spare key out of his pocket and let himself in.

“(Y/N),” Makoto called. “I brought you flowers and ice cream!”

There was no response, and Makoto frowned. Where were you? You hadn’t left the house, he could tell. Your keys were still on the coffee table.

He poked his head into the rooms before he stopped in his tracks. He could swear that he heard crying.

He made his way to the source of the sound. He stepped into your bathroom. The moment he saw you, curled against the wall, bawling your eyes out, he dropped everything we was holding and rushed to your side.

He pulled you into his arms, hugging you to his side. “(Y/N), what’s wrong?” Makoto asked, stroking your shining hair.

You continued to cry before you lifted your head, which had been pressed against his arm. You pulled yourself away from him, about at arms length.

“Do you even really love me?” You barely managed to choke it out. A couple of seconds passed with no sound. “I mean, I’m not pretty or- or smart, or talented. I’m just me. I’m average. Below average. Why date me? There’s so many other people and I’m just-”

Makoto pulled you back into a fierce hug. “(Y/N), I love you so much. How could you ask me a question like that? You’re beautiful. Your hair shines and it’s so soft. Your eyes are always lit up when you’re happy. Your smile is amazing, you know. (Y/N), there are days where I’d kill to see your smile. You’re intelligent and so clever. I can practically see the gears turning in your head. You’re so much smarter than you think, and you’re also talented, too. I love how you’re so passionate about every little thing you do, even if it’s just baking a cake or reading books or just listening to music. (Y/N), I love how your eyes light up, and it kills me to see them so lifeless and sad. Do I love you? How you could ask me that? Of course I love you, and there’s too many reasons to count.”

Your eyes widened as Makoto spoke. You felt better, for once. The nagging sense of loathing seemed to be almost gone. “Makoto I’m sorry for being so stupid.”

“Don’t be sorry. Please don’t be sorry,” Makoto said, pulling you to his chest even tighter. “I love you, so much, okay?”

So you do mean it?

“I love you too, Makoto.”

I mean it too. I really do.

(I’m sorry that turned out so insanely long! I just got so many ideas. Anyway guys, please never ever doubt yourselves. You’re smarter, prettier, and more talented than you give yourself credit for. There is always going to be someone who loves you, me included. You should never have to feel alone. Never doubt yourselves, because you might hate how you look, but there’s someone else out there who loves everything you hate about yourself, and everything else about you. And that person can teach you to love yourself too.)