Nateiplier One Shot(s) XD

You're Perfect The Way You are

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mSfH2AuhXfw 

It's happening again. Those voices in my head. The ones that make me feel helpless. The emotions that make me feel weak. The negative feelings in my mind that force me to think how much the world would be if I didn't exist. "Nothing would change, I'm just one person, who would care anyway," echo through my mind. They just keep echoing, my own words stinging me like needles and cutting me like knives. 

What makes it even worse, is that slowly, day by day, I'm starting to believe them. At this point, it wouldn't even matter what anyone would say to me. It's far too late. The sweet, empty, words that you throw at me feel like venom, and those acts of kindness that come out of the goodness of your heart? They just feel like acts of pity to me. Everyone keeps telling me that Ill be fine and I don't need to worry but all I can do is worry. All I really want to do is scream, to yell, to cry, but my mouth won't let me make a sound. Who would be there to listen anyway? Who would be there to hear me complain about how I feel insecure, and to hear how stressed I feel. Who would be there to retaliate everything I say with compliments from the bottom of their heart. To say that I have an angelic laugh, a blinding smile, and a perfect figure. That I'm smart, that my stupid jokes are actually funny and really do make you laugh. It was you. The last person I expected to walk into my life and help me.

 You sat down next to me, slung your arm around my shoulder and asked,"What's wrong? Are you okay"? I told you what I told everyone else. I sold you the line "I'm fine," that came with a free plastic smile. But you weren't buying it. you were the first one to see through me like cellophane and replied with,"You're not really fine are you?" you asked,"just talk to me and I'll help you chase all those worries far away," you offered with a warm, comforting grin. 

So I did. I don't know why I told you. I never told anyone. I always kept my emotions locked deep inside my heart where no one could reach and unlock them. But when you asked I couldn't help but pour my emotions to you. I couldn't help but tell you about my feelings, my fears, and my thoughts. When I finished my rant I thought you would be horrified. "How can someone actually think that you freak," is what I thought you would say. Instead of pushing me away though, you brought me closer into your arms and said the exact words that I needed to hear. 

"Listen to me and listen good. You are perfect just the way you are. Screw anyone else who says otherwise because they have no idea what perfect even is. You don't need to change for anyone. I think you're beautiful, strong, and smart. I think you're funny and you always have the strange ability to make me happy. I love the way you laugh, your amazing personality and how you always try to make sure that all of your friends are happy. All those things make you...you. I love you just the way you are."

You were sincere. It wasn't just an automated response that I normally would have gotten. I could tell that you meant what you said because of the way you held me, the way your voice sounded and how your eyes held no sign of maliciousness or any sinister intention. It made me think that...maybe you're right. 

Maybe I am fine the way I am. Sure I might not be the ideal body type but I'm okay with that. I have imperfections on my face but my friends still stay with me despite them. I never got straight A's in school but, hell, I'm still able to take care of myself and the people I love. Who gives a crap about what other people think of me. I have people who love and appreciate me for who I am. That's what matters in the end. I buried my face in your shoulder, drenching it with the tears of relief streaming down my cheeks.

"Today may suck, so may tomorrow, hell maybe this whole month will, but I can promise that one day you're going to look back on this day and be so glad that you decided to stay, and so will everyone around you," you concluded. I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. I had no words to say. I was completely speechless. I gripped the back of your shirt and said the words that my vocal chords could muster up the sounds to say. "Thank you".

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Hiya! I know that this one-shot is kinda serious and I have a reason for that. The past week was an absolute shitty weekend for me. I had never been more stressed out, insecure, and worried in my entire life. I felt like absolute shit. I felt like I was worthless. So whenever I feel like this, I write. I know so predictable right. But honestly, it really helps me get my emotions out. So I just wrote and wrote and came up with this. And I sort of thought to myself that I'm not the only one who feels like this. I felt like this for a few days but there are people out there who feel like this every day of their lives. That's the whole reason why there's such a lack of pronouns. I wanted you guys to be able to choose if Marks hurting and Nates comforting or vice versa but I also wanted you as the reader to know that you are perfect the way you are. No matter what you are important. And if you feel that you have no one to love you, no one that believes in you, no one to that thinks that you make their day just by existing, just know that I do. I love each and every single one of you for who you are. Never fell that you need to change yourself to make people love you. Sorry for the rant, I know it sounds kinda cliche but I feel like there are people out there who needed to hear that. Stay happy! -Sugar <3

(BTW thanks for 7K! XD)