now and then i get insecure

THEORY FOR 2x18 OF SHADOWHUNTERS

okokok dudes SO… in 2x07, when Magnus Gorgeous Bane sort of pushes Alec away when he’s a horny horn dog and wants to take the sex step, Magnus says “you’re not the only one who feels vulnerable”. Now in 2x18 we’re getting a scene when Magnus tells his beautiful husband (don’t fight me they’re married okay) “sometimes i loose control” i think that THAT is the flashback we get to see, his cat eyes were an insecurity of his and he thought that Alec would react weird. I think that the Malec in bed scene is at the end of 2x18, when they make up (make up sex; WOOHOO no pun intended) and Magnus makes the decision that involves not hurting his relationship with not only Alec but also shadowhunters in general.

The girl from the park 2 (Bucky Barnes x reader)

A/N: Because a lot of people requested a second part I decided to write it. I hope you enjoy it :)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: Fluff/ Maybe some cursing 

Part 1

Originally posted by archieaddict



“My job required me to travel a lot and so I lived a few years in Europe,then I moved to California and now I’m back in New York. I had a really bad car crash 2 years ago and lost my leg but I’m getting used to it.” Bucky watched you as you took a zip from your coffee shrugging it off like it was nothing.

He admired you that you had such a willpower to live and felt embarrassed about himself that he still was so insecure about his metal arm although he had it for decades now. “But let’s not talk about me. I want to get to know you.”

Your eyes were sparkling which caused a blush to creep onto Bucky’s cheeks and a smile to appear on his face as he looked down at his coffee mug, trying to find the right words. “I’m not really interesting you know. Just living in New York and doing my job. Nothing special about me.”

He suddenly felt your hand grab his metal arm as you ran your thumb over it and stared right into his soul making his heart skip a beat and all of those butterflies going crazy in his stomach.

“You’re a pretty mysterious guy Bucky Barnes and I would love to know all of those typical things. For example: Who is your favorite singer?”

“Hmm let me think. I really enjoy Frank Sinatra I guess.”

You grinned and pulled your smartphone out of your pocket, placing it on the table and plugging your headphones in, holding one of the earpods into his direction. “I have every song on my phone. Let’s listen to some.”

Bucky watched you put the earpod into your right ear as he took the other one from your hand,looking at it a little bit unsure, because he had never used one of those but he simply copied what you did and put it into his ear as well.

Within a few seconds Frank Sinatras voice was blasting through his left ear and a smile spread over his face as he remembered the 40’s and how he used to take Steve on double dates where the woman would completely ignore him and throw themselves on Bucky but right now there was only one woman he wanted to think of and that was you.

You kept listening to the music,looking into each others eyes as your phone suddenly started to ring and you excused yourself,plugging the earphones out and pressing the phone against your ear.

“Hello? Yes this is Y/N Y/L/N. Wait right now? Yeah..I guess I can do that sure. See you in a few.” You placed your phone back into your pocket as Bucky watched you get up,grabbing your red coat and putting it on with an apologetic smile on your face.

“I was transmitted to New York for my job and my first day actually starts tomorrow but it seems like my chef wants to get to now me already today. It was really great spending time with you Bucky and I hope we can do this any time soon. I have a huge record collection I would love to show you.”

You waved Bucky one last time before jogging out of the café leaving him alone with two cups of cold coffee and a warm feeling in his body that grew every second only thinking about the fact that you actually wanted to see him a second time.

__________________________

“I’m really happy for you Bucky. She sounds like a really nice woman.” Steve said while walking next to his best friend through the Avengers tower heading to the conference room where director Fury was already waiting for them with his hands folded behind his back.

“Ah Sargent Barnes and Captain Rogers. You probably wonder why I wanted to have you here today but there is something interesting I want to show you.” Fury said and walked around the table while the best friends looked at each other in confusion. A hologram was floating in the air with a hand move from Fury showing some sort of building with a lot of rooms that reminded someone of a maze.
“This. Is a new Hydra Base we found in the east of russia. Best guarded Base we’ve seen so far but some of our Agents found out that they have top secret information about the Super-Soldier program. That’s why I thought this might be interesting for you two. Ms.Romanoff, Mr.Stark are going with you but there is a new Agent I want to introduce to you. She was part of the super-soldier program  around your time but was lucky enough to escape. Ms. Y/L/N would you care to join us?”

The door opened and Bucky was in complete shock as he saw you walking inside,wearing a black uniform and a little smirk on your face.

“Ms. Y/N  Y/L/N knows every detail about every single security system that has ever existed making her the best hacker anyone as seen. But not only that. Would you mind showing them your abilities?” You walked towards the light switch and placed you hand on top of it and all of the sudden it looked like electricity was running through your whole body and the lamps exploded falling down in million tiny pieces.

“Her powers could not only kill anyone within a second but also turn off all the electricity existing in a Hydra Base allowing us to go inside and get everything we’ll need. I’ll leave you alone so that you can discuss more information we have.”
Fury walked out of the room as Steve immediately walked closer to you and stretched his hand out for you to shake.

“Steve Rogers. Another Super-Soldier huh?” Steve asked as you shrugged with a grin on your face. 

“Well the world is small don´t you think?” He chuckled and you both turned towards Bucky who looked at you with wide eyes making Steve raise his eyebrow in confusion before he suddenly realized what as going on and looked between the two of you. 

“Wait a second! This is the Y/N you´ve been telling me about. Oh my god you won´t believe how much Bucky is crushing on you it´s just-” Steve could not finish as Bucky pressed his hand against his best friends mouth to stop him. 

“I´m sorry for not telling you sooner Bucky but I thought this way it would be better. I hope you´re still okay with going on a second date?” Bucky looked into your eyes and although you were wearing this uniform and looked completely badass Bucky still saw that cute girl from the park which caused a smile to appear on his face and let go of Steve. 

“There is nothing I want to do more.”

Most of us guessed that Navy would end up betraying everyone by the end of the episode. 

I don’t think most of us expected that having her go from this:

to this:

would be really good for Lapis’ mental health.

And despite certain people’s fears about certain story boarders… this was actually very much in character for her. I think it’s pretty safe to assume that Lapis has always been cynical, even in her pre mirror days. After she escaped she went from cynical to detached and apathetic. Not an unexpected defense mechanism for someone who was trapped in an inanimate object for 6,000 years. But she has made progress. She trusts Steven and Peridot. Enough not only to express her concerns, but to essentially make a confession.

Life on Earth is really confusing. It took me a long time to get use to it. I’m still getting use to it.

Given everything that’s happened to her on Earth, it’s only natural that she’s having a hard time adjusting. But she’s just confessed her biggest insecurity: she knows she’s having a hard time dealing with what she’s been through, while having to get use to to living a normal life on the planet where her greatest traumas happened. Before the rebellion she would have done her job and left for the next planet, Earth having been a distant memory by this time. But now she can never leave. Earth has to become home. 

She wants to move on, but feels guilty about how difficult actually doing that is.

So here comes this I-Insta-Love-All-Things-Earth ruby, who seems freakishly well adjusted from the moment she crashes face first into the planet. Never mind that she was lied to not once, but twice, by the crystal gems. Never mind that she was blasted out into space and abandoned while they stole her ship. All is instantly forgiven and she just wants to be a part of their happy family.

Worse yet? The people Lapis cares most about just buy it. They go right along with it as though Navy’s behavior is perfectly normal. It took time for Lapis to even begin to be okay with the idea of living in Earth and forgiving the crystal gems- she’s still working on it, and it’s painful. She’s worked so hard for every inch of progress she’s made, and here’s someone who’s seemingly able to move on the same day they got to Earth.

I just don’t get it. Why is it so easy for her when it was so hard for me? 

So when the perfectly well adjusted Navy turned out to be a gleeful sociopath  gleefully hell bent on revenge, everything fell into place.

Navy’s sudden but inevitable betrayal was the best thing to happen for Lapis’ mental health to date.

So what’s the take away from this? 1) People react differently to trauma. 2) Just because someone seems well adjusted doesn’t mean they are. 3) It’s okay to take a long time to heal from your traumas. It’s okay for it to be a constant work in progress. It’s okay not to be okay. 

And at the end of the day, that realization can almost feel like happiness. 

dude, i cant get over the image of merle highchurch, deadbeat dad & insecure burn-out cleric, vanishing in a beam of light as his congregation sang a hymn in perfect, beautiful harmony. and right after that the church must’ve walked outside and seen that the hunger disappeared with him, that they were saved

like… dude came down from the sky, protected his followers from the end of the world, then disappeared, taking with him the beast that swallows galaxies. there is no way he didn’t become some sort of saint or demi-god to those people. he’s mushroom jesus now. if they ever go back to that planet there’s gonna be statues of merle all over and he’ll be INSUFFERABLY SMUG about it

Dear Evan Fansens

Having tried to introduce this musical to friends of mine and their first response was: “that’s the musical with those nervous gay kids, right?”
I must say I am disappointed that we, as a fandom, are leaving the impression that this is what Dear Evan Hansen is about. Let’s go over it again, shall we?

Dear Evan Hansen is a complex musical about Evan Hansen, a boy with anxiety. He gets wrapped up in lies he compulsively made trying to keep up the act he was friends with Connor Murphy, a boy with unstable mental health and anger issues who commit suicide.

He pulls in his friends Jared Kleinman and Alana Beck for help with the project he’s created, only to abandon them without even realizing it when he gets everything he wants. (I am not saying these two are innocent, but they were hurt by Evan.) (Also, do not erase their high functioning anxiety and insecurities!)

He has tricked the Murphy family and his community that he was close with Connor. While helping everyone connect, he is ripping apart himself and others with these lies. In the end, he hurt people. He hurt himself. He survived and is okay now. It’s not the closure we would want and expect from the end of a story, but this story is about life. Life doesn’t always have closure.

Zoe got hurt.

Jared got hurt.

Alana got hurt.

Heidi got hurt.

Mr. and Mrs. Murphy got hurt.

Connor got hurt.

Hurt and mental illness. This is the story. Don’t erase it. Learn from it, instead.

I am not saying that this is all the story is and that shipping anything in it is wrong. I MYSELF SHIP STUFF! I just want the message to be seen. This post highlights the dark and painful parts of Dear Evan Hansen.

I am not saying the show is not happy.

It really can be. It really is. 

Evan created a place where people could learn they are not alone! Alana and Jared were part of it! The Murphy’s healed. 
Everyone healed, as well as they got hurt.

Just because I say one thing, doesn’t mean I cancel out the other. They coexist.

Thank you for listening.

I know we know but…
Taylor Swift is a SNAKE. She is an insecure, vindictive, petty, and insufferable human. I’ve had it with her. This whole calculated release on the day that Katy Perry releases her new record….wow we get it you HATE other successful women. @taylorswift you are ANNOYING and MEAN and YOU ALWAYS PLAY THE VICTIM FROM YOUR GLASS HOUSE. You are a Trump voting, woman-hating, stone-throwing, mediocre-music-making, paper-thin-vocal-having, rotten person! It doesn’t matter how many charities you donate to, from now on I will ALWAYS see it as a calculated move.

You may flourish in Trump’s America…but you’ll NEVER get another cent from me you money hungry maniac. You are a BEAST…and I wish you an OUNCE of luck as you keep exposing yourself to be the succubus that you are.

Insecure (Peter Parker x Reader)


Authors note: this was requested by the lovley @signethatsmelol, also I hate myself bc I turned my precious babies against each other for the sake of fiction

Warning(s): some swearing, violence, angst BUT DW BC FLUFF AT THE END

Something was wrong. Seriously wrong. Maybe it was the unusual silence of the school halls after class or the fact that Peter hadn’t come to find you but something was definitely up.

You frowned as you made your way to your locker, your boyfriend of a year nowhere to be seen.  Opening it up, you loaded in your calculus textbook and a few other things before heading your academic decathlon club. You often found yourself looking forward to your team meets as you’d get to spend more time with your boyfriend, Peter and best friend, Flash.

You’d actually met Peter through Flash, when you’d first joined Midtown high. Flash had been your ‘tour’ guide as such, and he was extremely sweet towards you, he’d made you feel comfortable with the move to a new high school and even invited you to the team’s first meet of the year, although he was very flirtatious and you weren’t into that. Peter had joined the meet a little later than it had started because of his Stark internship and it was pretty much love at first sight from then on.

You’d grown to love his little stammer every time he talked to you, and that blush that spread from his cheeks to his neck every time you held his hand in public. You could even say you loved Peter Parker . That’s why you were so worried when he hadn’t come to meet you, the pair of you were inseparable so you knew something was wrong.

You were pulled out of your thoughts as your friend Michelle came running towards you, panic etched across her features. “Michelle?” You asked, turning from your locker to face her, concern stitched into your voice. She was hunched over, hands gripping  her knees as she struggled to catch her breath.

“I-it’s Peter” she began, drawing herself upwards. “He’s gotten into another fight”

Your eyes widened as she spoken, you slammed your locker shut as the curly haired girl lead you towards the fight. Within a matter of minutes, you found yourself behind a large gathering of people, formed into a circle. People were cheering and filming the ordeal. Hurriedly, you pushed your way through the bands of people, trying to get a better look at the scene.

“Excuse me, sorry. Pardon me”

What you saw after weaving your way through the crowds made your heart drop. Your friend, Flash and your boyfriend Peter.

They were currently standing opposite each other, faces swollen and bruised. Flash had clearly gotten the brute end of it, and looked like he was on his last legs. Peter on the other hand looked significantly less injured and you knew in that moment he had been the one to start the fight. You knew Flash had picked on Peter, that’s what made it hard to maintain your friendship with him but you never thought Peter would lash out on him like this.

“Say that again, I dare you” you heard Peter spit, bouncing his fist up and down menacingly. Through the pain, you could see Flash draw his lips into a cruel smirk.

“She doesn’t want you, she never has. She’s only with you to get back at me”

That was all it took for Peter to launch himself at Flash, you covered your eyes and bit your now quivering lip, as you heard the pair’s grunts of pain. You knew know that this wasn’t some stupid spat between boys.

This was about you.

Opening your eyes, you rushed out into the circle, the cheers from the crowd only sky rocketing. At this point, both boys were at either side of the circle, you rushed between them in an attempt to stop the violence. “Stop it!” You yelled breathlessly, looking between them. “Just stop it! You’re hurting each other!”

Both boys fixed their posture before looking at you. You stared Peter down, meeting his gaze with a confused look, you could see the guilt swirling in his eyes. Your attention was stolen, when Flash begun to speak up. “Get outta the way (Y/N), I gotta let this punk have it

Don’t talk to her like that” Peter seethed back. You shook your head, begging yourself not to cry as the two boys you cared about glared and growled at each other. You could see that Peter was tired and could tell that he was feeling guilty.

“Leave it Flash” you called out as he tried to advance. You turned to your boyfriend and grabbed him then by the wrist trying to get him out of there. You pulled him into a guest toilet and locked the door behind you. You sat him down on the lid of the toilet,  grabbing some tissue and running it under some cold water before pressing the compress to his bruised knuckles.

“What the fuck was that Peter?” You said, as you worked in silence. Peter could only watch as you moved about, making more compresses for his cuts before they bruised.

“I’m sorry” the brunette boy whispered, not meeting your eyes as you inspected his face. You paused, looking into his chocolatey orbs, anger swirling in them.

You’re sorry?!” You yelled, your calm facade breaking down. This wasn’t the first time Peter had gotten into a fight over you, in fact, they’d been happening a lot more recently. You’ve never mentioned it to him before, at first you thought he was being over protective, but now you could tell it was much more serious. “Sorry doesn’t cut it Peter! Do you know how many times I’ve had to pull you out of these situations? Do you know how many times I’ve had to save your ass from being beaten into the ground? Do you know how much that scares me? I don’t know what’s going on with you Peter but you need to sort this out.”

Your boyfriend flinched at every word you spoke, as if he was being

sprayed by acid. He knew what you were saying was true, but he couldn’t help it.

“Peter, I love you!” You cried out, as he gazed at you intently. “But you can’t keep fighting people over me! Flash is one of my best friends, and to see you both almost kill each other out there breaks my heart! I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but if it keeps happening, I don’t know if I can stay”

This time, Peter’s head snapped up, looking you directly in the eyes. “W-what are you - are you saying?” he whispered, voice low and uneven. He was standing now, and you could see his body shaking.

“I’m saying that maybe…” you sighed, backing away from Peter. “We should…take a break?”

“No!“Peter practically screamed, his voice cracking as he did so.

In the dim light of the bathroom, you could see his eyes glaze over as his body begun to shake. “P-please”

Peter…

“I meant it when I said I was sorry” he tried, his voice betraying him. “I don’t know what came over me, F-flash was just saying these awful things about you, a-about us and I began to doubt myself”

You neared your sobbing boyfriend, immediately feeling guilting for suggesting that you end things. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling his head down to rest on your shoulder as he cried. “T-they say I don’t deserve you, all the guys. T-they say you’re too good for me… and it’s true”.

You stroked his hair softly as he let out his emotions. You never knew that he’d felt this way, that this could have ever been the reason for his outbreak. That Peter Parker was insecure.

Baby no” you whispered but he didn’t stop there.

“You’re the kindest and sweetest soul and I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you. You’ve been with me through everything and I-I’m just… Peter” he hiccuped, pulling away from you with bleary eyes. “P-please don’t leave me, you’re everything I have”

“Peter…” you sighed, holding him close until he’d calmed down. “I-I’ll never leave you, I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry”. You clung to him, trying to tell him that you were there and that you weren’t ever going to let go, you cursed yourself for being such a terrible girlfriend. When you both pulled away, you looked up at Peter, feeling his love for you radiate off of his body. You stood on your tip toes and slowly pressed your lips to his, the taste of his cherry lip balm invading your tongue. His warm and familiar hands snaked their way around your waste, pulling you closer to him. You gripped the collar of his plaid shirt from under his jumper and tugged him towards you, wanting to be as close to him  as possible, wanting him to feel the love you had for him. All of Peter’s insecurities melted away in that moment, he knew that you would never leave him, he knew that you loved him and that none of the other guys meant anything to you, not even Flash.

When you’d both come up for air, a small smile graced your lips. Peter returned your smile, going to bury his head in the crook of your neck again. “I’m so in love with you” he whispered against the  skin of your neck.

“I love you too Pete”

You both stood in silence, holding each other, the only sounds being made were your giggles as Peter pressed kisses to your neck. “I really am sorry about Flash though, I know how much he means to you” Peter spoke, after a few moments.

You rolled your eyes, before ruffling Peter’s hair. “He was an asshole anyways, you’re all that I care about”

You both laughed before you pressed a quick kiss to Peter’s lips, making him blush. “Now we should probably get out of here before people think we’re up to something” you winked at him playfully , as he shook his head at your antics.

Peter only let out a laugh as you pulled away to unlock  the door. You  grinned back at him, admiring his smile, and the way it reached his eyes. You really loved Peter and god help anyone that tried to make your baby insecure again.

Slight Changes || Park Jimin

Originally posted by lonastic

Word Count: 1.9k

Genre: Angst/Fluff


“You can’t be serious Y/N, it wasn’t even my fault.” You ignored Jimin’s voice as you stormed away from him and walked into the kitchen. The only thing you wanted to do right now was get away from him, but it seemed that no matter how far you got from him he would just appear right behind you again.

“Yes, Jimin, I am serious. What would make you think otherwise?” Your tone was bitter, anger flooding through you and exiting in the form of words. There was no other way for you to release it so you just had to deal with trying your best to stay calm and not completely flip out on your boyfriend. Jimin sighed loudly before speaking again, causing you to turn around and look at him.

“She was just a fan, fan’s get close. It’s not my fault.” He argued. You rolled your eyes, feeling more anger rise at the fact that he was trying to defend himself over this. The picture had been all over twitter and it seemed that ARMY’s were going crazy over it. They had been tweeting it at you, waiting for some kind of reaction, but you held back until the moment he got home and you could confront him about it.

“It’s your fault that you didn’t try to ask her to move, and it’s your fault that you didn’t mention me, you know, your girlfriend.” You said.

“God you always get like this.” Jimin’s tone surprised you, and you couldn’t help but feel a little taken aback by his words. There wasn’t anything about it that was very different, just a slight undertone of frustration that you weren’t used to. Jimin was always calm with you, even now while you were practically yelling at you he was keeping his normal tone.

“What do you mean I always get like this?” You asked.

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Sometimes people tell me that it’s not stupid that I gave everything when I loved her and that I still loved her after that. And I can’t help but cry. I can’t help but cry because I feel like such a moron that I let myself be defenseless and I let this person know all of my weaknesses and my entire heart and now, she doesn’t even care about my existence and this is the person I loved with all of my heart and trusted my whole being with. I gave her everything I had and even more. It’s so foolish but I’m thankful when people don’t call me stupid because I want to believe there’s someone I can give my entire being to and trust wholeheartedly. They’ll take my weaknesses and pains and be beside me even at my worst. Because people leave me when I hit my worst. They always do. I’m annoying, I’m invasive, I’m insecure, I’m overly jealous, and I’m needy and all of these stupid things. I’m selfish and I overthink. And people leave. People leave so quickly. The one I love stops caring about me and loving me. In fact, they probably might even have someone new in their heart. And now, they just see me as some burden in their life that was easier to get rid of. And it damages me so much and I don’t wanna tell anyone the truth anymore and everything would be okay if I lied and kept my weaknesses and my insecurities away from the world. Everything would be okay if they only saw me smiling. If I had never told anyone what was in my heart, certain people would still like me and want to be around me. But because I opened up to them and I showed them my messy heart and my weaknesses, they left. So. I cry when someone tells me I wasn’t stupid. That I deserve friends and someone who will stay by me regardless of what I become. That I’m worth something and that my love is something special. I cry. Because that’s the only thing I can do when I’m told I’m not a moron.
—  Roi C.

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Sweet Tooth- A Remus Lupin Imagine

A/N: Another two posts in one night! This is a little tribute to the fact that I already have reached over 100 followers on here, which is baffling?? Thank you all so much for supporting me so much in the very short time I have been on here. I’m so very glad that I have done this and I hope to be getting to some requests that I have received recently, as well! I digress. I hope you enjoy this Remus smut in celebration. This is my very first attempt at writing anything of the sort so sorry if it is no good! Enjoy~

Warning: SMUT 

Originally posted by perfectfeelings

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Descendants 2 + Aesthetic: Mal, Reformed Villain and Royal Girlfriend (x)

“She itched to do something meaningful, to be useful instead of simply decorative.”

Daddy Forgot How To Be My Daddy. .

Or maybe he just doesn’t want to anymore. Idk.
When I used to call out “Daaaaddyy” he would say “Yes baby/Princess/kitten”
Now he snaps “what do you want”
When I cried he used to wipe my tears away and hold me.
Now he says “stop being a baby”
He used to tell me I was creative and talented.
Now when I share my creations or photos he says things like “that’s weird” or “I don’t get it”
After 15 years of dating and almost a year of marriage idk how to stop being his little and I don’t want to. I’m feeling so lost and insecure now.
Please, if you have a little, remember that what you think and feel about them is more important than what anyone thinks or feels. It’s rare to have someone love you like a little will. So please, don’t take them for granted!

dating Jungkook [realistically]

Originally posted by jinkooks

taehyung l yoongi

 • he says that he really likes older girls (his ideal type is iu after all) but in all honesty I can imagine him so good with a girl that is slightly younger than him because they would get along so much better

• because they would have more interests that they would share

• if he’s super lucky, his girlfriend would love video games and they could play together from time to time

• i can just imagine him perfectly falling for a girl that is challenging with a strong character

• she would be really pretty inside and out

• he would probably actually like to be called oppa after all, but only from you (only if you’re younger than him though)

• Jungkook is pretty young still, so he wouldn’t really know how to be a boyfriend at times

• definitely would love to tease you just like he does to his hyungs

• he would be able to make you laugh a lot because honestly he’s a funny boy with a great sense of humor

• lots of inside jokes

• he would mock you a lot

• at first he would be shy but once he gets comfortable around you, oh girl being loved by him would feel so good

• and once he gets comfortable he would also touch you a lot, give you lots of hugs and cheek kisses

• he loves to hold hands with his hyungs, so I believe he would love to hold yours just as much

• a lot of dorky pictures

• type of boy to steal your phone to make multiple pictures of himself for you to see afterwards

• you would love to steal his clothes even though it would really frustrate him sometimes

• cute necklaces that he would give you so you always have a piece of him no matter where you are

• you know how he’s just so obsessed with clichée love stuff like lifting you up to kiss you or the ring bell scene from kimi no na wa (your name)

• so you can be sure he would love to do that clichee cute love stuff with you

• but it wouldn’t last so long and you would have your first fights

• fights with him would be the worst for you because I believe he’s not really good at expressing his feelings so sometimes he would say things that he doesn’t mean

• or he wouldn’t say things he would love to let you know simply because he just can’t it would be so hard for him to express how he feels
• but you would always make up at the end because you would just need each other

• it would even surprise him how much he would trust you after a while of being together

• because little kookie was actually never really in love before (I assume because he said in 2014 that he never was even though he dated before and since he’s been busy ever since I doubt he’s had a girlfriend after that)

• besides the hard times that he would have to face he would probably experience a lot of beautiful things if he’s really in love with you

• because after all you would be his greatest escape from his idol life

• but there would also be times where he wouldn’t be able to see you for a long time

• it would turn into a long distance relationship at times because he’s just so busy with bangtan

• those would be the times it would be the hardest for the both of you

• he would try to call you as often but he would often just forget to do so because he’s too tired after shows

• you would probably get worried that he would distance himself from you since it would hit you a lot that he has millions of fan girls that just want him as much as you do

• but you would hide that thought from him simply because you wouldn’t want to upset him

• but jungkook isn’t stupid so he would notice sooner or later

• he would notice and probably ignore it for a while because he doesn’t know how to face you with it but he would think about it a lot

• it’s also that if you were apart, you would miss him more than he would miss you and that’s because of his just too busy schedule

• he simply wouldn’t have the time to always think about you even when imagines make him out to be like that

• but after all he would never want to hurt you purposely

• he would be so loyal actually

• and he would comfort you when you’re upset even though it could only be through FaceTime or the phone

• as cheesy as that sounds i can imagine jungkook to be the one you can fall asleep with during a FaceTime call
• he would sing for you a lot if you as him to do so
• and he would beg you to sing with him

• If you would be insecure to sing in front of him at first (which would be understandable because he’s a professional by now) he would patiently wait for you to get comfortable around him

• but once you would sing, no matter how awful, he would love it so much

• silly or really emotional/dramatic duets

• jungkook is a sensible boy, so your parents would love him a lot

• unlike taehyung, I feel like jungkook would be a lot faster with first kissing you and touching you once he gets comfortable

• since jungkook is the youngest that might also be the cause of his hormones that he would be faster

• he really likes to touch butts so y'all can bet how happy he would be to finally have a girlfriend that is all his
• he would loove to touch your butt

• especially after finding out that yours is so much softer than the ones from his hyungs

• the members would be so happy to see that you make each other so happy

• but they would also judge jungkook a lot because you would literally turn into a meme queen because of him (if you weren’t already one)

• your humor would literally base on his after a while

• he would feel so relived every time you both would just sit there and laugh at something so small

• maybe the members would also be surprised themselves sometimes at how sweet jungkook could actually be in a relationship

• because besides all the fights and the hard times, you would still be the person he cares about the most and loves from the bottom of his heart

anonymous asked:

I just got some really, really bad news. Can I get some tooth rottingly sweet drarry fluff to try and balance it out? ❤️

Draco is not a sappy person.  Absolutely not.  

He most definitely doesn’t keep all the anniversary and Christmas cards Harry has ever given him in a hidden drawer in his desk.  Nor does he circle the days they will  see each other on his calendar in invisible ink lest his nosy secretary accidentally see.

He definitely does not carry a picture of the two of them from their first Christmas together in his, smiling and laughing and looking free, in his wallet,  enchanted to look like a business card should anyone but him look at it.  

And he definitely, definitely is not head over heals in love with Harry Potter.

So when he goes into Waldrick’s Wizarding Wares and Fine Jewelry that Tuesday afternoon it is only look because he is not a man of rash decisions.  He’d simply seem an attractive gold band glimmering in the window and decided to have a look is all.

When he leaves the shoppe two hours later his wallet is considerably lighter and his robe pocket feels extraordinarily heavy, especially for for such a small box.  He slips his hand inside his pocket, wrapping it around the box and letting his thumb caress the smooth velvet.  His heart feels too big and his courage too small.  He most definitely is not proposing to Harry.

He carries the box in his pocket for exactly 87 days.  In fact he almost convinces himself he means not to do it too, because they’ve got a great thing going and he will not be the one to muck it up.  He simply will not risk it.

Until the 88th day.

Harry sleeps over and when Draco awakes the next morning it is to the glorious sight of Harry splayed across his bed, his legs tangled in the sheets and his body radiating a warmth that Draco finds intoxicating.  His hair is a complete disaster and his mouth hangs open just a bit, his entire body heavy with sleep.  He looks so relaxed, so at peace and something in Draco breaks in that moment at the idea of Harry ever leaving.  He thinks of the nights Harry is gone and he clings to the empty sheets inhaling his scent and wishing he were here.    

And then Harry is rolling over towards him, a smile spreading across his face before he even opens his eyes as he presses his lips against Draco’s neck in a gentle kiss.

“Marry me?” Draco whispers.

Harry pulls back with a jump, his eyes bright and perhaps a little hopeful. “Are you serious?”

“If I hadn’t been serious I wouldn’t have asked,” Draco replies shortly, a bit of insecurity creeping back in.  Perhaps this had been a bad idea after all.

“But when we first got together you said you’d never get married,” Harry says, and Draco isn’t sure if its a statement or a question but he feels Harry’s hands trembling and understands that he is not the only one unsure.

“I say a lot of things I don’t mean.  Now is not one of those times.  I don’t want you to leave.  Ever.  I don’t want you come to my flat or me go to yours; I want a place that’s ours.  I don’t want to ever see you walking away and not know that you’re coming back to me every time.  I love you, Harry, and I don’t say it enough.  But I do, with everything I am.  You make me a better man and I want you as mine.  Forever.  Please say yes.”

“Yes!” Harry all but yells, pinning him down against the bed.  “Fuck yes,” Harry says again and Draco doesn’t even have time to consider the shakiness in Harry’s voice because Harry is kissing him as if he might actually die if he stops; desperate and demanding and consuming.

Hours later, when Harry is asleep again, Draco traces a heart on the bare skin of Harry’s back, memorizing the way he’d looked when he’d said yes and he thinks that perhaps he might just be a little bit sappy.

Punk (Chap. 12)

Summary: You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.

Word count: 3923

Warnings: language, talk about injuries, sarcasm (sometimes jokes are okay)

A/N:  Thank you all for the amazing feedback and support on the last chapter.  I’m completely blown away and ecstatic that you like the story.  I hope you like this next part, it’s a little drawn out but I had some angst I needed to get out.  Feedback is always appreciated.  Thank you again for your patience between updates.  



Apparently Natasha didn’t actually want you to answer that question.  She was ranting and raving, throwing her hands in the air, pointing a polished, accusatory finger in your direction.  She switched from English to Russian so quickly that it seemed as is if she were a one-woman show playing all the parts.  You couldn’t get a word in edgewise though.  Every time you opened your mouth to reply she merely answered herself or spoke right over you with a barrage of “what were you thinkings” “you could have dieds” “I’ve never seen anything do stupid in my entire lifes” “what the hell is wrong with yous” and what you suspected were several rude and explicit Russian insults.

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Jeremy's Insecurities

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“Good morning Jeremy, it is currently six am Eastern time. Getting up now will ensure the perfect amount of time for you to get to school on schedule. Today the projected temperature is a high of seventy, and low of sixty-five, I recommend a light tee-shirt and a jacket in case of an unpredicted chill-” The Squip’s daily morning monologue is cut off by a groan, Jeremy pushing the sheets off of himself as he sits up.

“How are you worse than an alarm clock?!” The teen asks as he rubs the sleep from his eyes.

“Perhaps it’s because I’ve been causing a flux in your sleep cycle since five to insure that you would- Jeremy what are you doing?” They ask, sounding distressed, or as distressed as a computer could be. Jeremy pauses in pulling a shirt on, looking over to where the Squip had projected itself, quirking a brow at the disappointment conveyed through the crossed arms.

“What?” Jeremy asks when the other doesn’t answer, remaining silent.

“Jeremy the last time you took a shower was three mornings ago- when I reminded you to take a shower last night because we both know you don’t like showering in the morning you promised you would shower this morning.” The Squip answers, eyeing Jeremy with a critical look.

“I was thinking that I could just do it after school-” Jeremy’s protests are cut off by the ongoing silence from the Squip. Jeremy groans, dropping the shirt onto his bed. “Fiiiiine.” Jeremy makes his way across the hall to the bathroom.

“Don’t forget to clean everywhere!” The Squip chimes in, glad to have their way. Regardless of the obvious fact that the Squip was a part of Jeremy’s mind they allowed their physical projection to remain in the teen’s bedroom for his sake.

Once Jeremy has returned from the shower he gets dressed. The Squip put a mental check near getting ready, they start to look into what Jeremy would have for the perfect meal when they notice that Jeremy is taking the shirt he had on off in a upset manner.

“Jeremy what are you-”

“Everything about me is.. just terrible” Jeremy murmurs, voice cracking as he stares at himself in the mirror. Suddenly the Squip’s entire checklist goes out the window as the main focus becomes terminating Jeremy’s awful mindset. They walk closer to Jeremy, pulling him in for a hug.

“Jeremy you are wonderful, nothing about you is terrible..” the Squip consuls in a soothing tone. Jeremy lets out a shuddered breath, on the verge of tears. Alarm bells are suddenly going off in their head and all the Squip can think is, don’t cry, over and over. “Shhh Jeremy everything going to be ok. Let’s finish getting dressed so we can go to school and see Michael.” They continue using the calming tone.

By the time Jeremy is out the front door he is fed and on track to cheering up. A simple reminder that there was a new Apocalypse of the Damned was enough to have Jeremy humming the game’s theme as he made his way to the bus stop.

When Jeremy walks into school Michael is instantly at Jeremy’s side, talking animatedly about the game. Once they have both begun to talk about the game and the other topics that are common with the pair, the Squip stands apart from Jeremy watching him with a careful eye. Though the boy looks happy the Squip can tell that he’s an insult or misplaced laugh away from crumpling again. They figure a daily confidence boosting session into Jeremy’s morning schedule. It was going to be a lot of work but this was their objective, Jeremy’s happiness.