AU!Marco X Insecure!Reader!

My FeElS for depressing one shots are killing me...

Oh welp!

Enjoi!
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It was raining outside, you looked out your window, sighing to yourself.

Why does it seem to rain all the time?

If you were all so poetic, you could say you are like the rain. Depressed, dark, and gloomy.

Why?

You are bullied that's why. Ugly, fat, an idiot, etc. etc. You just wish those ended, you looked away the window and to the mirror of your room. You never felt so... insecure of yourself ever. You had eyebags under your eyes, which was also puffy due to crying. Thank goodness it was a weekend because you just don't want people to see, well, you, right now.

You sighed to yourself with the enth sigh, hugging your knees close as you looked out the window by your couch. You heard footsteps on the stairs, and someone knocking your bedroom door.

"Um, (Y/n)?" The familiar voice of your childhood friend Marco called.

Your eyes widened, why is he here? If he sees you now, oh god... All you want is to be depressed today like how it's raining hard outside, you don't want anybody here.

Did your parents call him here? Probably...

Since you didn't stand to open the door, Marco slightly opened the door to see you there on your couch near the window, staring at the door then to him. He then opened the door wide and went inside.

"Hey," he said and you hugged your knees closer, "Hey," you muttered, you felt Marco sit beside you, "Are you... okay, (Y/n)?" He asked concerned.

You sighed and looked away from him then to the window, "I'm fine," you said.

"No your not," Marco said and held one of your hands, "Your parents called me about how depressed you were yesterday. And told me that I should help you, and I want to, just tell me what is it."

You sighed, "I... I'm not in the mood."

Marco smiled a bit, "Then I'll wait."

You thought it over a bit, Marco kept tracing circles with your hand, waiting for you to talk. You in the other hand thought how to say it. Well, here goes nothing...

"I..." you said and Marco looked at you, "I'm... ugly aren't I?" You asked and Marco's eyes widened.

"Why do you think such thing, (Y/n)?" Marco asked surprised.

"Well, s... some girls... said some p-pretty bad things and-" "They bullied you?" You were interrupted by Marco's concern voice. Tears streamed down your face and you nodded, "I'm ugly, fat, and stupid right?"

"No! Absolutely not, (Y/n). Those girls were blind, don't even think about it," Marco said and your tears streamed faster, Marco then pulled you into a comforting hug.

"You are beautiful, nice, and intelligent, those girls are just mean, rude, and blind for telling you those awful things," Marco said.

You sobbed and gripped to Marco's shirt, "You really think so?" You asked once you pulled yourself together.

Marco smiled down to you, "I don't just think so, I know so," Marco told you, you smiled a bit and hugged him.

"Thank you, Marco... Really," you muttered.

"Don't thank me, your parents called me here because they were worried about you," Marco said and rubbed circles behind your back.

You looked outside, your eyes widened, the rain a while ago was hard, now it was drizzling, and the sun shone past the clouds and into your room.

You smiled, this was showing you another thing is you were poetic, you are the sky that held a rain. Depressed, dark, and gloomy. Someone, well for this instance, Marco, was your sun. Bright, friendly, and nice. Even though it's raining, sun will come and ease the rain, making your life bright.

"Hey Marco do you really think I'm pretty?" You asked Marco still in a hug.

"Not pretty, beautiful, (Y/n)," Marco corrected.

"So do you really think I am beautiful?" You asked while rolling your eyes.

Marco chuckled, "Yes, very very much."

You giggled and blushed, today was a supposed to be a sad day but turn to a happy one.

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Yeeeet.... Soo short y???

I'm happur that you enjoied. And to ya'll insecure guyz, (what the hell is wrong with me???) You're all blessed, you just need to see it and own it.

Heheh... Imagine me being bullied.

Mumu: What? Like me saying your ugly?

Want to use my glasses, ur blinder than me, can't you see this razzle dazzling beaut before u? *sparkles like those narcissists in animes*

Myoni: you wanted to say that didn't ya?

Heh si.

Oh weklp, Ta-ta Von Vons!!! (What the hell is seriously is wrong with my sleep deprived brain?)

Wattpad: 806 words, Publish Finished.

Hahahah i'm brain fryed...