though look how insecure she is

phoenixyfriend  asked:

"her melodramatic children" just makes me wonder how Nyma is going to react to the rather excitable and positive trio that's had years to get used to one another. I'm expecting at least a bit of a feeling of exclusion on that front if they reminisce about times when "Tia Lena" babysat Lance and Val, especially since we've already seen that Nyma doesn't really see herself as worthy of being a paladin, compared to three people that she probably looks at and goes "how can someone this kind EXIST?"

lol Yeah, Nyma is not at all used to this kind of exuberance (though in all honesty, it does kind of remind her of her sisters) or this level of selfless heroism that she sees in the others. The dynamic between the blues is one of my favorite, especially because they all, to some extent, feel like they don’t deserve to be there. (Lance has mostly dealt with his own insecurities by now, but we’ve seen how he felt like he wasn’t good enough for Blue; Nyma thinks she’s not a good enough person; Val has no experience in combat whatsoever and wonders how the hell she’s supposed to fight a war; and Meri convinced herself that the best thing for the universe was that she step down from her position–and that’s not something she’s going to just get over. She legitimately believes her bond with Blue was flawed, and that’s… that’s not something she knows how to fix.)

The one up side to all this, of course, is that Blue picks people who care, so they’ve all already got a built-in support system. They just need to settle into it.

Things I think get overlooked in fanworks about each character in Team Voltron:

  • Shiro is fairly short-tempered and snaps at people very quickly if he feels like they crossed a line first (See: initial impression of Kolivan). In general, if Shiro doesn’t like you, he doesn’t mince words (early in s2e3, before he realizes Ulaz is helping him, and Shiro’s whole diatribe against Zarkon in s2e7)

  • Pidge overthinks to the point of panicking (see: s1e1 on the Green Lion’s planet) and a lot of her snapping is primarily defensive in nature- a happy and comfortable Pidge can be mischievous but usually with a very different tone. Much of her snide behavior deteriorates as she comes to trust the team more, though it makes a return if she’s upset or frustrated. 

  • Keith responds positively to being hugged, but also awkwardly (Hunk bearhugs him in s1e2 and he freezes up and doesn’t know how to respond, but doesn’t pull away when Lance does. In s2e9, he and Shiro hug each other when parting ways, something we also see between Allura and Coran). It suggests that Keith is to a degree touch-starved and unsure of how to initiate or ask for intimacy. 

  • Coran has a hell of a grudge on Zarkon (s1 finale, remarks that he’s been waiting ten thousand years for a shot at him) and probably has his own turbulent feelings about the fall of Altea that he’s likely downplaying for the benefit of the rest of the team, particularly Allura. In general, though, we have seen Coran get very angry very quickly if he feels like someone is disrespecting or threatening Allura.

  • Hunk is a sweetheart and likes to take care of his friends, but can be very suspicious of strangers- these seem related, as he’s the main one to bring up Lance’s near-death experience after s1e4 and 5 and voice it as a reason not to trust Rolo and Nyma. 

  • Lance seems to deliberately control and to a degree calculate his reactions the most out of the team. Many times, he can be seen actively gauging others’ responses and modifying his behavior- in s1e1 on Earth he specifically brings up the Kerberos mission in private to see how Pidge reacts. That said, for all of his calculation, he actively looks for opportunities to be honest with people. 

  • Allura appears to have difficulty admitting vulnerability to people she is unfamiliar with, and we see her most readily seeking comfort and voicing insecurities to those she is the closest to (Alfor, Coran, the mice) though she has been gradually opening up to the team. Especially if threatened or disquieted by something her response is to present as sterner and less affected than she really feels. 

anonymous asked:

*whispers*your art ask with mysme is so good. I was wondering if you could do something with mysme and a chubby, insecure mc. I understand if you dont want too, I just thought id ask ;-;

I’m sorry this came so late but so much kept coming up!!

I’ve been working on this sporadically since you sent this ask, to be honest, and I’m honored that you trust me to answer this sensitive question for some.
I wanted to share screenshots from the game where I remember the members themselves telling MC they dont care what she looks like, but somehow I can’t find them though I remember them!!
(So many routes, how would I remember which one it happened in;;)

But nonetheless I worked on this, hopefully it conveys my feelings on the matter. I thought that the best to answer this would be the one guy who probably knows the least about what you look like….

She doesn’t like to be called babe because it’s sort of a lazy way of saying baby, she loved it when I called her by nicknames, babygirl, princess, tiger (because she wants to reincarnate into a tiger if she one day dies) beautiful, etc, she doesn’t like when others call her by her name, because she prefers “soph” but she loved it when I called her by her name and she sat there smiling at me for ages. Her favourite drinks are iced coffee, those frappe things from McDonald’s and rubicon (the mango one though) she loved coffee and I’ll never understand why. Shes insecure of her face and when You look at her too long she’ll cover it, she’s insecure of her body, though it’s perfect just the way it is to me, she’s insecure of her smile but I find it beautiful. No matter how many times I called her beautiful she didn’t once believe it because she believes she isn’t. No matter how many times I tried to prove to her she was beautiful she didn’t believe it. She’s insecure, she’s scared of being hurt, she’s scared of wasting time, she’s scared of putting her all into somebody to be left alone, her guard was up, even after I showed her the craziest amounts of love, because she’s afraid of letting people in and it’ll take her ages for her to be able to trust you and open up, the way she is stubborn drives me crazy because I want her to tell me what’s wrong but she won’t. She’s spend all night crying over me but has been happy for me the next day because whose wants to see a smile on my face, she will be emotional, she’ll cry, she’ll cry and lot, she won’t tell me she’s crying though because she’s scared to bring attention to herself. She gets jealous but only because she doesn’t want to see me with anybody else. She has days where all she wants to do is be alone and cry, there’s days she’ll have no motivation but all you need to do is try to be there for her regardless of how much she acts as though she doesn’t care because deep down she does and her pain is too much to explain so she’ll keep it in rather than tell me what’s wrong. She thinks she’s stupid and not intelligent (which I think and believe she is) and regardless of what i tell her she will never believe it, she always believes she isn’t enough but she is more than enough, I look at her and see my future, I look at her and it will physically hurts me because i know that she is worth much more yet she sticks around just for me, I think back to all the times I’ve hurt her and made her cry because of stupid arguments, I’ll look at her and my eyes will light up from the way her smile forms and the way her pupils dilate, the way she turns her head to the side so I won’t see her smiling or laughing. she never wants to see me upset, she may never say much but she knows, she wants to say things but her shyness takes over, she wants to be here for me but she will have no idea what to say, she will try her damn right hardest to be there for me and even though i don’t realise how much effort she puts in she will still carry on doing so. Even though I don’t thank her enough for making you happy she will still carry on doing so because she wants me to be happy. She never really speaks about what’s on her mind until i physically beg her to, she hates to talk of her past and her future and if I’m lucky she’ll tell me a story or two about her past, I need to pay attention because she hates to repeat herself, i need to reply to her like I’m interested or she’ll think i don’t care. She hates to talk of her future because it’s “depressing” because she doesn’t believe in herself but now is the part where i should interfere and motivate her to believe that everything she wants will be hers as long as she tries. She hates it when i give her “positivity rants” on the phone because it makes her overthink. She hates feeling like I’m not paying attention to her. She hates when I don’t realise everything you do for her. She hates feeling depressed and alone so i much bring as much happiness to her as possible, she hates knowing that I’m not okay. she loves sci-fi movies and that’s another thing I’ll never understand why she loves but when we’re married I’ll sit with her through 3 hour sci-fi movies because it’ll put a smile on her face and I’d do anything for that, She loves to mess and play with her hair, she is so downright passionate about photography and she loves relating to somebody, she loves when I know things about her, she loves having deep meaningful conversations, she sometimes stays up until stupid o clock to check up on me and to see if I’m okay or just to speak to me because she craves me and the feelings I give her. She stays up some nights doing things for me which I would never expect and some nights she will cry herself to sleep because I upset her or because im not okay. She loves to play fight and she loves it when I look into her eyes and she loves it when I lay in bed with her and just talk absolute shit. She loves long walks and pleasing sights, she loves going to pretty places, she loves the nights and one day she would love to travel the world with the love of her life, even though she’s never been an an airplane before but it’s fine because neither have I. she would love a long car journey to wherever as long as it’s with somebody she loves, she loves old music and she loves to make you happy. She loves wearing casual clothes and rarely ever wants to look “feminine” but I love it because its her character and who she is and she will never change that. She will make me happy even if I’m not making her happy because she loves me and will do anything to see a smile on my face. She doesn’t like going to busy places like concerts or crowds etc, she loves dogs and practically develops bonds with them, she dislikes her dog because she’s ‘boring’ but she still loves her and sees her as a sister, because she’s grown up with her. She is sometimes so full of life and so happy that its literally contagious, her smile makes me smile and her laugh is honestly the best sound ever, I see my future every time I look deeply into her eyes and i realise that she is worth so much more than me yet she sticks around, once she loved me she has not once stopped, ever since that day 3 years ago. Sometimes she will act heartless but only because she wants me to show her that I care, sometimes she’ll cry and not tell me because she wants me to figure it out. She doesn’t like to be around many people, she doesn’t want to go to college because she hates the whole school vibe but I respect her for that because going straight for a apprenticeship takes guts, she doesn’t have many friends and although people think they know her, I can assure you they don’t, she will make you feel as though you know her but you really don’t, even I don’t know/understand her to the full extent, because she doesn’t really let anybody in unless she really wants to tell them something, she doesn’t really open up to anybody, she may talk a lot on the phone sometimes but in real life it is the complete opposite because she will become shy. She loves her dads car because of it’s blacked out windows so people can’t see her. I’d describe her as mysterious and as every single day which goes on I carry on learning more about her. She is the book I’ve opened and I will carry on reading her till I am finished reading her which will be never because she is an endless story. She loves it when I hype her up when she looks beautiful when I replay, screenshot and reply with endless emojis because her beauty takes away my breath. Sometimes she’ll have an attitude because she’s upset about something and she wants me to figure it out. But her attitude is nothing to fuck with at all because she can talkkkkk I assure you, she will fight her opinion onto you and she will make her point, but she won’t say a word in person, regardless of the arguments and regardless of the heartlessness she will love me entirely and will carry on doing so and I will never question that. Her heart is made of gold and she will always want what is best for me. I’d keep on going because this isn’t everything about her, if I could, but quite honestly I’d be going on for hours, I could never lie, me and her have made the most happiest and craziest memories together, and I could never doubt that. If forever does not last for me and her and you’re the next person who falls in love with her, take this all in and realise what you’re getting yourself into. Treat her well because she is honestly a queen, you’ll learn to love her, but let me assure you something, you will never love her half as much as I do. But for now and hopefully till forever, she is mine and I will carry on loving her till the day I die.
—  dedicated to my wife.
For anyone who ever falls in love with her or is lucky enough to get into a relationship with her. But hopefully she’s mine till the day I die. But take some of these things on board. - From someone who is in love with her and has been for 3 years. And always will be.
She loves FaceTime calls, especially video calls she’ll probably like seeing you because I definitely like seeing her. And hearing her voice. Her voice is special, and perfect to me because it’s hers. I could listen to her talking all day. Even if she’s complaining. She absolutely hates slow replies and being ignored, so reply to her as quickly as you can. And if you go out or you’re busy, make sure you tell her. Don’t allow her to overthink, and worry about you. It’s bad for her. Listen to her. Especially when she talks about something that makes her happy or inspires her. Listen. Even if she talks for hours , listen. Have deep conversations with her, about anything. She loves that. Talk to her for hours until 4am and you’re both tired , but happy so it doesn’t matter. Talk about weird things , like I do. Reincarnating into a tiger and a dolphin, so when we both die we can be happy together. Yes that’s weird but it’s us, and I love that. I’m sure she does too. Make her feel wanted, she absolutely hates feeling unwanted. I can assure you she’s wanted. More than anything by me. Send her cute messages and paragraphs , anything to make her smile, it’s difficult to make that girl smile. So it’s extremely precious to me when I see her smile. Be patient with her, it takes time to understand her. Wait. Wait a long time, as long as you need to wait until she’s comfortable to tell you something, for example if she’s in a bad mood. Don’t pressure her to tell you, don’t assume things. Yes I do that because I’m insecure and I overthink. But don’t make assumptions. Wait until she’s ready, but reassure her, so she knows you care. Please be patient and she’ll open up to you, if she trusts you. And it’s very hard to gain her trust. Appreciate her. Everything about her, how beautiful she is from head to toe. Her soul, her heart , her mind. I mean everything. This girl is special. Real fucking special. When she’s insecure and gets jealous of other girls , remind her she’s the best. To me she’s the best anyway. I wouldn’t want anybody but her. Admire every single thing about her. Emphasis on admire. She’s perfect. My perfect dolphin, I’d call her. That’d make her smile. All our little weird conversations mean a lot to me, and all our memories. I love her smile though, she hates it. But out of all the thousands of smiles I’ve seen hers is the best. I honestly can’t put into words how beautiful she looks when she smiles. The way her eyes glisten, sparkling omg. She hates her eyes too, because they’re “ boring brown” but to me they’re far from boring. They’re the type of eyes I could look into all day long and not for a second be bored. Even sitting in silence with her is perfect. The vibes off her are the besttttt. It’s unexplainable tbh. Don’t use her, never do that, she’s been hurt way too many times before and doesn’t deserve any more pain. Her happiness means the world to me. And if she ever becomes yours, do your best to keep her happy. This girl is different from the rest, NO ONE is like her. I swear you’ll never come across someone as perfect, precious, beautiful, amazing, out of this world etc. (I could go on) like her. Sometimes I have to ask myself if I’m dreaming, because the amount of love she shoes and all she does for me is unbelievable. And if you can ever call her yours , you’ll be very blessed to have her. This girl has her guard up too, a huge wall you have to break down bit by bit, for a very long time. Until you know her. I don’t know her to the full extent but I know her better than anybody else. And I lover her more than anybody else has or ever will.
She loves being called babygirl, princess or wifey. Or in our special kinda way she’s my dolphin. Something like that will make her smile. Don’t call her “B” or “baby” or “ babe” she thinks it’s cringe, or “ year 7 relationships” she’d say. And don’t put like 100 heart emojis or weird emojis when you text her, just be normal. When she’s happy she’ll put a lot of emojis. Pay attention to them. They represent her mood. It’s pretty important to me.
She’s passionate about reading and she’s soooo fucking good at writing. Anything. Literally. She’s the most intelligent, smart , brainy ( whatever you wanna call it ) girl I’ve met. No exaggeration at all. She absolutely loves getting new stationary, fine liners , coloured felts, glue, sticky notes, sexy note pads. You name it. And if she loves you she’ll spend hours and hours creating things for you. She’ll write you books if she’s 100% in love with you ( I’m lucky asf to get that ) even make a canvas of photos together. She will do a HELL of a lot. So appreciate that. If she’s ever yours. I appreciate her and I’m so thankful for every single thing she does.
She loves bright colourful sunsets ( purples and pinks , blues ) she likes it when they start to go dark though right at the end of them. She would spend ages taking photos of the sky , until it’s “ right ”. Sunsets are another thing that make her happy. Her happiness is key, remember that. And I hope In the future, me and her can sit and watch sunsets together. But if she becomes yours, please sit and admire the sky with her. Do anything you can to make her happy. She deserves happiness. And more. She loves romantic movies, tbh they’re her favourite, and horror movies. Lying in bed and watching a movie she’ll like, will make her happy. Some days she will push you away, and she’ll get angry at you for little things, but you need to understand that, that’s her. But try and stay, reassure her. Tell her how much she means to you, she loves when I do that. She will just stay in bed some days , not move at all, cry and hate herself. Those are the difficult days, don’t leave on those days. Do whatever you can to make sure she’s okay. Remind her that everything will be okay , the bad thoughts will go away. They don’t last forever. Better things will come.
She gets jealous too, very easily , if she loves you. Focus on her and nobody else, don’t ever take her for granted. Ever. And she doesn’t like going out, in crowded places , so don’t pressure her to go out. Whenever she’s ready you’ll know. She’ll prefer being indoors as long as she’s in the presence of someone she loves. That’d make her day, she’d say to me. There are a thousand of other things I could say, but hopefully this gives a decent idea. If you’re ever lucky enough to call her yours , protect her, love her, appreciate her etc. Take all of this into consideration. There’s much more but this is what comes to mind right now. But hopefully nobody else will ever have her and she’ll be mine until forever ends. If one of us die. But I will always love her no matter what. Regardless of anything, literally anything. I promise that.
—  for my wife.
There's this one thing that no one's talking about, though

Even if it was clear in his face how happy Jug was when she answered his feelings, it’s also important for us to take a look at Betty’s side of this whole confession.

She was already aware of her own feelings for him, and after everything that happened in episodes 11 and 12, she was probably feeling really insecure, not knowing how things would be in between them, and not knowing if his feelings for her were destroyed by that “betrayal”.

Betty was normally feeling insecure, and when he was transferred, she really thought everything was gonna change. Since they’d not be together all the time anymore and since he seemed to be doing well without them, it’s pretty normal to think she was scared to lose the love of her life.

But then, things changed…

When she was about to start her speech, he came in to support her as he always does, and that was the first moment in that episode that she thought that, maybe, she was exaggerating and all. At that moment, when their eyes met and she realized that he was always gonna be there for her, Betty knew that whatever happened, they would face it together.

And then, there was the love confession.

When those words left his lips, not only once, but twice, Betty knew for sure that nothing would be able to stay in between them and their love. She was truly happy and secure of whatever the future could prepare for them, for she knew that they are so much stronger than anything.

Their love can overcome anything.

Their love is strong, pure, healthy, real and definitely the best example of love in the whole TV.

Bughead is life. Bughead is love.

Bughead is Riverdale.

A concept: 

  • Clary teaching Izzy all about the mundane world and pop culture and showing her cheesy music from the 90’s like the Spice Girls and the Backstreet Boys 
  • Izzy teaching Clary all about the shadow world and how to kill a man in 6 inch heels and loads of interesting forensic facts like how to tell the time of death from insect activity
  • Izzy encouraging Clary to keep painting and drawing and creating (and sketching her ofc)
  • Clary praising and complimenting Izzy and letting her know how amazing and important she is to her despite her insecurities 
  • Izzy and Clary going on little day trips to the park and the zoo and other places so Izzy can experience the mundane world and Clary can find inspiration for her drawings (even though she just ends up sketching Izzy 99% of the time) 
  • Clary and Izzy sitting up all night talking and sharing secrets until the sun finally starts to peak through the curtains 
  • Izzy thinking Clary looks even more beautiful first thing in the morning all sleep rumpled and soft when she wakes up beside her after accidentally falling asleep 
  • Clary smiling when Izzy attempts to make her pancakes even though they are lumpy and slightly imperfect 
  • Izzy smiling and listening patiently when Clary confides in her that she might just like girls in a non platonic way 
  • Clary thinking Izzy tastes like mint toothpaste and sunshine when she kisses her afterwards 

  • just….. clizzy being soft girlfriends ok????
Some Things Never Change

When Bruce had finally revealed to his wife that their son was alive, the first thing she did was yell at him for keeping it a secret for so long.

After letting out her frustration and anger, Y/N Wayne made it her mission to find Jason Todd.

Jason was unsurprisingly fantastic at covering up his tracks and was a pro at making sure no one could find him.

But Y/N knew him. She knew how his brain worked and she knew from what Bruce had told her, where he was.

Even after five long years, she still was able to read him like an open book.

She could tell by the way he was avoiding interacting with anyone in their family that he was bitter. She could tell that he was angry at Bruce for not avenging his death and for ‘replacing’ him so quickly with Tim. And lastly, she could tell by his absence that he felt betrayed by her for showing the same love that she had showed him to his replacement

Never would Y/N regret loving Tim, or adopting him from his neglectful family who were always away. Never could she tell Jason that Tim was a mistake because he wasn’t. And neither was Jason.

But Jason has always been insecure, and Y/N didn’t blame him for being that way.

When he was first introduced to her, she immediately greeted him with the motherly love that he had been deprived from since his birth.

Shockingly to many if they knew how he was now, he had been the shyest kid she had ever met.

Though Jason quickly warmed up to her, he was still insecure.

Jason never felt like he belonged. He could tell by the looks he got from people at galas and fancy get-togethers that they thought the same thing.
They only saw him as the lucky street rat who the prestigious Wayne family had taken in as a charity case.

And he hated it.

After his death, Y/N fell into a deep depression. Not many knew as she hardly ever went outside anymore, but when Tim came along…it was like a light came back into her life.

Never could the third Boy Wonder replace Jason, but that didn’t make Tim less of a son to her then Jason and Dick.

Now, as she stood at the front door of the anti-hero’s apartment, which was located in one of the baddest neighborhoods of Gotham (though all of the city was bad), she took in a deep breath and knocked.

“Whoever the fuck you are, go away!”

Y/N jumped at the loud voice, but she couldn’t help but smile at how…grown up he sounded.

The last time she’d saw him, he had been a mere fifteen-year-old boy going through puberty. It saddened her to know that she had missed half a decade of his life thanks to a psychopath.

She knocked on the door again and this time all she got as a response was an annoyed grunt and stomping.

The matriarch of the Wayne family held her breath as the door flung open, revealing a shirtless boy who was a full head taller than her with a white streak in his black hair.

His eyes immediately widened at the sight of his mom standing just a few feet away from him with a blank expression on her face.

Though she was now in her late-30s, there was no doubt in anyone’s mind that Y/N Wayne was beautiful.

“Mom?” Jason whispered in total shock.

Her emotionless facade broke and as hard as she tried to stop them, the tears that had been forming up in her eyes since she had heard his voice, rolled down her cheeks.

Y/N lets out a joyous laugh and pulled her son into a tight hug.

It took a moment for Jason to finally realize that this was actually the woman who had practically raised him since he was a child, but he soon hugged her back just as tightly.

After almost five minutes of hugging, Y/N pulled away and wiped away the tears that had fallen. She gazed up at her son and placed a warm hand on his cheek.

She sent him a tearful smile, “I missed you so much.”

Jason’s eyes suddenly hardened at her words. “Not enough apparently.” He said, scowling as the picture he had seen of Tim and his mom flashed into his mind.

Y/N scowled back and crossed her arms around her chest, “Don’t start with that, Jason Peter Todd.” She warned.

Ignoring her words, he snapped, “It hadn’t even been a year, mom! A fucking year! And you were already treating my replacement like he was your son!”

“Because he is my son!” retorted Y/N.

Not wanting anyone to hear them argue, she walked into the apartment and rolled her eyes at how untidy it was. As she was use to it, she didn’t really care anymore.

“And so was I!” Jason shouted, the hurt evident in his voice as he slammed the door closed.

Y/N sighed, her former anger forgotten as she stood in front of Jason.

His green eyes held such vulnerability and she knew that if she continued to argue with him, he would later do something completely reckless.

“I never said you weren’t.” Y/N said, softly.

“Then why did you and Bruce replace me so quickly. Like I was…nothing to you?” Jason asked, his voice quieted.

Her eyes teared up again and she laughed a shaky laugh, “Tim is a very bright kid,” she winced, instantly regretting how she started off with that. “He figured out who Bruce and Dick were long before you came along and when you appeared and Dick moved out, he put two-and-two together to discover that Dick was now Nightwing and you were the new Robin.”

There was a silence.

“How?” Jason questioned.

“He was there that night when Dick’s biological parents…”

“Oh,” was all he said, “that’s rough.”

She nodded in agreement, “Yes, but he’s a strong kid.” She said, “After you…died,” enter wince, “he saw how impulsive Batman was acting and knew that your death was the reason why.”

“What do you mean?”

Y/N sent him a sad smile, “We all had different ways of dealing with your death, Jaybird.” She said before continuing, “so Tim offered to become Robin because he knew that Batman can’t be Batman without Robin.”

“We never wanted to replace you, Jason.” She told him, “You’re our son.”

Jason slowly nodded his head, “Okay.”

“Okay?” Y/N questioned with raised eyebrows.

The boy smirked at his mother and nodded again, “Okay.”

Y/N’s lips broke out into a grin and she wrapped her arms around him again to give him another deadly hug.

“Goddamn, mom! One death squeeze was enough for one day!” Jason complained, wincing.

She laughed and released him from his misery, “Lunch at your favorite diner?” She suggested.

Jason raised in his eyebrows in his surprise. “That place is still there?”

Y/N threw him a smirk that was oh-so-identical to his. “I own it now.”

A warm feeling erupted in his chest and Jason smiled, “Then sure, but I have to get back before the sunset. I have patrol tonight.”

She rolled her eyes, knowing what he does during those patrols.

She wasn’t comfortable knowing that her son was murdering people in unmerciful ways, but she couldn’t deny that with the Red Hood, crime rates sure has plopped down by a lot.

“Some things just never change.” Y/N chuckled, remembering all those times where Jason would remind her that he had patrol with Bruce when she would suggest they’d do something together.

Jason replied with a smirk, “Just because I died and became a little looney doesn’t mean I changed completely, ma.”

RFA: Insecurities

The RFA being insecure about being with MC? Like they feel like they don’t deserve her?

Spoilers ahead! It’s a bit rushed though… March break didn’t even start for me ㅠㅠ

Yoosung

- I called you by a name that was not yours

- Along with general insecurity about his lack of good looks and money, Yoosung was always reminded of how he initially treated you 

- He thought you were Rika. The Rika that started a cult. It wasn’t completely her fault, but she wasn’t innocent either

- So whenever you were talking to another man, he couldn’t help but feel worried

- “You won’t leave me, right?” 

Zen

- I let my narcissism take over my personality

- Zen used to think he could do anything with his looks, but when you fell in love with his personality, he began to reevaluate his charms

- What if you left him for being so stuck up? What if you hated his narcissism but didn’t want to speak up?

- And so he often planned dates and gifts for you, trying to show his love  

- “Please. Stay with me, princess.” 

Jaehee

- I was too afraid to love

- Jaehee was always worried about your sexuality changing

- She was insecure about her long work hours as well.

- What if you found someone else to fall in love with? What if you realized you preferred males?

- Because she wasn’t used to being a romantic partner, all she could do is ask you for reassurance

- “Are you sure you are satisfied with me?” 

Jumin

- Am I enough?

- Jumin was always acutely aware of his pokerface 

- You always smiled, frowned, or had some sort of dynamic expression gracing your features.

- But his face was always stone, almost menacing

- His words weren’t that soft either, so all he could do was take you on extravagant dates 

- “I hope this is enough to show you how I feel.” 

Seven

- I don’t deserve you

- He could never forget the way he treated you

- Pushing you away, saying he didn’t love you 

- But you still loved him. And he certainly didn’t deserve your kindness and reassurance 

- So he often had moments when he just enveloped you in a hug, resting his head in your neck

- “Let me stay like this, just for a little bit longer”

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For anyone who ever falls in love with her or is lucky enough to get into a relationship with her. But hopefully she’s mine till the day I die. But take some of these things on board. - From someone who is in love with her and has been for 3 years. And always will be.
She loves FaceTime calls, especially video calls she’ll probably like seeing you because I definitely like seeing her. And hearing her voice. Her voice is special, and perfect to me because it’s hers. I could listen to her talking all day. Even if she’s complaining. She absolutely hates slow replies and being ignored, so reply to her as quickly as you can. And if you go out or you’re busy, make sure you tell her. Don’t allow her to overthink, and worry about you. It’s bad for her. Listen to her. Especially when she talks about something that makes her happy or inspires her. Listen. Even if she talks for hours , listen. Have deep conversations with her, about anything. She loves that. Talk to her for hours until 4am and you’re both tired , but happy so it doesn’t matter. Talk about weird things , like I do. Reincarnating into a tiger and a dolphin, so when we both die we can be happy together. Yes that’s weird but it’s us, and I love that. I’m sure she does too. Make her feel wanted, she absolutely hates feeling unwanted. I can assure you she’s wanted. More than anything by me. Send her cute messages and paragraphs , anything to make her smile, it’s difficult to make that girl smile. So it’s extremely precious to me when I see her smile. Be patient with her, it takes time to understand her. Wait. Wait a long time, as long as you need to wait until she’s comfortable to tell you something, for example if she’s in a bad mood. Don’t pressure her to tell you, don’t assume things. Yes I do that because I’m insecure and I overthink. But don’t make assumptions. Wait until she’s ready, but reassure her, so she knows you care. Please be patient and she’ll open up to you, if she trusts you. And it’s very hard to gain her trust. Appreciate her. Everything about her, how beautiful she is from head to toe. Her soul, her heart , her mind. I mean everything. This girl is special. Real fucking special. When she’s insecure and gets jealous of other girls , remind her she’s the best. To me she’s the best anyway. I wouldn’t want anybody but her. Admire every single thing about her. Emphasis on admire. She’s perfect. My perfect dolphin, I’d call her. That’d make her smile. All our little weird conversations mean a lot to me, and all our memories. I love her smile though, she hates it. But out of all the thousands of smiles I’ve seen hers is the best. I honestly can’t put into words how beautiful she looks when she smiles. The way her eyes glisten, sparkling omg. She hates her eyes too, because they’re “ boring brown” but to me they’re far from boring. They’re the type of eyes I could look into all day long and not for a second be bored. Even sitting in silence with her is perfect. The vibes off her are the besttttt. It’s unexplainable tbh. (( yo it’s 1:47am))
Don’t use her, never do that, she’s been hurt way too many times before and doesn’t deserve any more pain. Her happiness means the world to me. And if she ever becomes yours, do your best to keep her happy. This girl is different from the rest, NO ONE is like her. I swear you’ll never come across someone as perfect, precious, beautiful, amazing, out of this world etc. (I could go on) like her. Sometimes I have to ask myself if I’m dreaming, because the amount of love she shoes and all she does for me is unbelievable. And if you can ever call her yours , you’ll be very blessed to have her. This girl has her guard up too, a huge wall you have to break down bit by bit, for a very long time. Until you know her. I don’t know her to the full extent but I know her better than anybody else. And I lover her more than anybody else has or ever will.
She loves being called babygirl, princess or wifey. Or in our special kinda way she’s my dolphin. Something like that will make her smile. Don’t call her “B” or “baby” or “ babe” she thinks it’s cringe, or “ year 7 relationships” she’d say. And don’t put like 100 heart emojis or weird emojis when you text her, just be normal. When she’s happy she’ll put a lot of emojis. Pay attention to them. They represent her mood. It’s pretty important to me.
She’s passionate about reading and she’s soooo fucking good at writing. Anything. Literally. She’s the most intelligent, smart , brainy ( whatever you wanna call it ) girl I’ve met. No exaggeration at all. She absolutely loves getting new stationary, fine liners , coloured felts, glue, sticky notes, sexy note pads. You name it. And if she loves you she’ll spend hours and hours creating things for you. She’ll write you books if she’s 100% in love with you ( I’m lucky asf to get that ) even make a canvas of photos together. She will do a HELL of a lot. So appreciate that. If she’s ever yours. I appreciate her and I’m so thankful for every single thing she does.
She loves bright colourful sunsets ( purples and pinks , blues ) she likes it when they start to go dark though right at the end of them. She would spend ages taking photos of the sky , until it’s “ right ”. Sunsets are another thing that make her happy. Her happiness is key, remember that. And I hope In the future, me and her can sit and watch sunsets together. But if she becomes yours, please sit and admire the sky with her. Do anything you can to make her happy. She deserves happiness. And more. She loves romantic movies, tbh they’re her favourite, and horror movies. Lying in bed and watching a movie she’ll like, will make her happy. Some days she will push you away, and she’ll get angry at you for little things, but you need to understand that, that’s her. But try and stay, reassure her. Tell her how much she means to you, she loves when I do that. She will just stay in bed some days , not move at all, cry and hate herself. Those are the difficult days, don’t leave on those days. Do whatever you can to make sure she’s okay. Remind her that everything will be okay , the bad thoughts will go away. They don’t last forever. Better things will come.
She gets jealous too, very easily , if she loves you. Focus on her and nobody else, don’t ever take her for granted. Ever. And she doesn’t like going out, in crowded places , so don’t pressure her to go out. Whenever she’s ready you’ll know. She’ll prefer being indoors as long as she’s in the presence of someone she loves. That’d make her day, she’d say to me. There are a thousand of other things I could say, but hopefully this gives a decent idea. If you’re ever lucky enough to call her yours , protect her, love her, appreciate her etc. Take all of this into consideration. There’s much more but this is what comes to mind right now. But hopefully nobody else will ever have her and she’ll be mind until forever ends. If one of us die. But I will always love her no matter what. Regardless of anything, literally anything. I promise that.

@x-my-mind-is-a-warrior-x
Took You Under Our Wing


A/N:
A Mercy/Pharah + Mercy/D.VA commission, for an anonymous patron. Not explicit, not too suggestive. Just good old fashioned fluff.




The world spun when she stood. So Hana laid down on her bed, staring at the rivets in the ceiling. Occasionally she glanced to the digital clock on her bedside table, the broken red lines blurring into numbers that didn’t make any sense.

She always had trouble sleeping. When she was younger her parents blamed it on video games. It was true that staring at bright screens all night didn’t help… but she could never explain it away without sounding like she was making excuses. Fast forward a few years and some misdiagnoses later: her new friend Angela set her up with another doctor who might be able to help. Lo and behold, she had insomnia. But like, she really had it. It was official now. A doctor said it.

Like, she’d been saying as much for years now, and if someone had listened to her sooner they would have known that, but it was honestly whatever.

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Never Be Like You (Draco x Reader)

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Word count - 1,827

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Admittedly, Draco never thought he’d be so smitten over a girl like her. For as long as he could remember, he’d always imagined himself falling for a pureblood, someone with the same class as himself, but never a muggleborn. It started in his second year; the Y/H girl was seen studying by the Black Lake by him. Her sleek hair twisted in the wind as her eyes traced over the small print in her book. Occasionally, she would lean over to the boulder next to where she was sat and write something down for her own notes. He was staring- he’d never seen her before and he was enamored with her. Draco continued to adore her beauteous features from a distance, anxious of her noticing him. He was nonplussed as to how he’d never seen her for the previous two years- he was aware that he never acknowledged the students in different houses to his own but perplexion filled him as he watched her study for the millionth time. How had he not seen her? 

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anonymous asked:

omg i finally caught you with your asks open!!! could you write a cute fic that's like 10 things maggie loves about alex? like a list fic :)

She loves her complete and utter devotion to her family. 

The way she sacrifices everything for Kara (even though she needs to learn to care for herself quite a bit more), the way a single look from Eliza can send her into a tailspin of insecurity and self-loathing (even though she really needs to stand up for herself more often), the way she blasted her way into the most heavily guarded facility either of them had ever seen, all to rescue a father who more likely than not didn’t want to be rescued.

That’s one.

She loves how deeply awkward she is around pretty girls.

The way she splutters when she thinks Maggie looks particularly beautiful, the way she blushes and the way she stammers and the way she doesn’t quite know what to do with her hands when she’s excited, when she’s turned on, when she’s happy, when she’s sorry.

That’s two.

She loves the way she thinks.

The way she can see her brain work when she’s calculating a particular biochemical equation, the way she comes up with solutions no one else would even dream of imagining, the way she innovates and the way she learns and the way she processes and the way she wants to know… everything.

That’s three.

She loves the way she tries to pretend she doesn’t love yoga.

The way she teases Maggie for how slow it is, how calm it is, how hippy lesbian it is, but how she’ll wake up early on Saturday mornings to find Alex practicing the more difficult poses, eyes fluttered closed, eyes serene, body learning, body challenging itself, herself, because Alex Danvers doesn’t back down from anything, even yoga.

That’s four.

She loves the way she handles herself in a crisis.

The way her first instinct is to protect, always, always, always, to protect the people she loves, to protect the people she cares about, to protect people she possibly doesn’t know, people she’s possibly been taught to hate, but is making herself learn to love, alternately calm and raging, alternately brilliant and brutal, but always, god, always so damn loyal.

That’s five.

She loves the way her body moves.

The way she goes to stroke her hair, always, always, the way she freezes when she’s overwhelmed with feeling, the way she deepens their kisses when she’s keening for more, the way she writhes when she needs Maggie closer, the way she lifts Maggie up like she weighs nothing, the way her hands, god, her hands, can kill, have killed, but have never, not once, not even by accident, hurt Maggie.

That’s six.

She loves the way she loves her brothers.

The way she won’t admit it, but Winn is her brother and she constantly keeps a supply of snacks for him, the way rare, vintage toys show up on his desk with no note every anniversary of his father’s arrest, every day after his father tries to call him from prison, the way she cries into James’s chest when Kara gets hurt, the way she sprints madly, desperately, to save him when he’s in danger, the way she screams and laughs and clings to him when he spins her around when they all go ice skating.

That’s seven.

She loves the way she protects her father.

The way she casually weaves the stories of protecting him from the U.S. military, from Cadmus, the way she was so willing to die for him, to be tortured for him, to live for him, the way she shows up at the precinct raging and ready to kill when he was stopped and frisked on the way to the DEO one morning, the way she only calmed at Maggie’s touch, at Maggie’s reassurance that she’d already taken care of it, that the white boys who did it were already being threatened with disciplinary hearings and mandatory sensitivity trainings, the way she brings him Thanksgiving leftovers when he works through the holiday and the way she smiles and wipes away subtle tears when she sees him happy with M’gann.

That’s eight.

She loves the way she so fiercely protects her time with her sister.

The way her eyes go wide with fear when she reminds Maggie that tonight’s Sister’s Night alone with Kara, terrified that Maggie will be angry, will leave her, but telling her anyway, the way she sinks into Maggie’s embrace with sweet relief when Maggie tells her to have an amazing night, the way she laughs when Kara crinkles her brow in concentration on Game Night and the way she snuggles both her sister and her girlfriend on Movie Night, the way she whispers secrets to her little sister with a massive, nerd grin.

That’s nine.

She loves the way she loves her.

The way she brings Maggie lunch on the days she knows she’s likely to forget to eat, the way she looks at her while she’s brushing her teeth, like she’s never seen the sun before and Maggie is the most beautiful sunrise, the way she makes love to her diligent and passionate and perfect, god, so perfect, the way she asks how her day was and listens so damn intently, the way she defends her without making Maggie feel like she’s not capable of defending herself, the way she makes her heart sing and fly and heal, heal, heal. 

The way she gives her heart superpowers.

That’s ten.

That’s ten, and that’s only the beginning of the ways Maggie loves her.

Corset (Evan Hansen x Reader)

AN; Chubby reader! I feel like I wrote the beginning based off of how I feel about myself? I have never worn a corset, though.

WC; 1,635

TW; insecure reader, crying

Request: if you have time, pls do an evan x chubby reader where she’s super insecure and he just loves her and the squish… and everyone is friends and all love and support each other HNNNGG i love your writing !! :)


You slid on a baggy sweatshirt and pushed the sleeves up, sighing deeply. You glanced at yourself in the mirror, looking at your thick thighs and chubby face. You ripped the sweatshirt off, frustrated tears gathering at your eyes. You paced for a minute, not letting the tears fall. You ended up stopping in front of the mirror and looking at your shirtless torso. You raised your hand gently, running your finger across a stretch mark on your stomach. You looked at your chest, seeing fading stretch marks and new stretch marks on your breasts as well. You crossed your arms, thinking about what you could wear. A single tear fell, but the rest refused to fall.

Your face lit up slightly, and you stumbled over to your underwear drawer. You slid it open and dug your hand into the back, slowly pulling out a tight corset. You shuffled back to the mirror and gently wrapped it around your stomach. You took a deep breath and clipped it as tight as it would go. You slid on a tank top over it, and then a slightly loose t-shirt. You turned sideways in the mirror and looked at your figure, a frown still on your face. Nothing was good enough for you.

You shook your head and walked out of your room, into the kitchen and then outside to your front steps. You sat down, setting your backpack right next to you. You sat there for a few minutes, waiting for your friends and boyfriend to come pick you up. It was sunny, and you were sweating in your (jeans/leggings). You refused to wear shorts in school, because you felt like everybody would stare at the way your legs jiggle when you walk. Not even Evan has seen you in shorts.

A packed car pulled up, and you heard someone shouting for you to hop in. You stood up and approached Zoe’s convertible, slowing down when you noticed Alana decided to ride with you guys today. That meant you were going to have to sit on Evan’s lap.

“Ohohoh, this is great! Sit on Evan, (Y/n)!” Jared cried, a huge smile on his face. Jared was squished in the middle back seat, between Connor and Evan. Alana and Zoe were in the front together, giggling.

“You can- you can.. S-Sit on my lap. O-Only if you’re comfortable! You-You don’t have to!” Evan squeaked, his face bright red.

You shuffled, unable to think of an excuse to get out of it. You hesitantly stepped forward and climbed in, gently setting yourself on Evan’s lap. Everyone was giggling, and your face was bright red. You were tense and making sure you were holding yourself up so you didn’t have to put your full weight on Evan.

You felt Evan hesitantly wrap his arms around your waist, his hands hooking together in your lap. Your face was bright red as Evan gently pulled you into his chest, resting his head on your shoulder. The move was bold for Evan, and it was enough to make you die inside. He was so cute, but you were afraid you were crushing him.

Your friends returned to singing and talking after they had giggled and teased a bit. Evan rested on of his hands on your side, and you could almost tell he was confused. He gently rubbed up and down your side for a second, then whispered to you.

“What are you wearing under your shirt?” Evan turned red. “I didn’t m-mean that in a w-weird way.”

You shook your head, gently taking his hand off your side and holding it in your hands.

“It’s not a big deal, Evan.” You mumbled, looking at his hands.

“Is it a corset?” Evan blurted, making everyone glance at you two.

“A corset?” Alana said, turning to look at you with furrowed eyebrows.

“Why would you need one of those?” Zoe questioned, glancing at you in the rear view mirror. Jared was going to make a comment but decided against it. He had known you the longest, and he had remembered walking in on you crying in a tank top in your room once. You were in a ball in front of your mirror, and you had told him about every insecurity you’ve ever had.

Connor was looking at you with sympathetic and slightly mad eyes. He couldn’t believe you felt like you needed one. He knew how it felt to be insecure, and it was a horrible feeling. Everyone in the car knew that feeling.

“I-I, uhm, it’s- yeah, it’s a cor-corset.” You said nervously, glancing at your hands.

“(Y/n)..” Evan sighed, hugging you closely. It was quiet for the next minute, the radio playing quietly in the background. Zoe pulled the car up to the school and parked, turning it off.

You all climbed out of the car one after the other, awkwardly smiling. The bell rang, and you all said your goodbyes.

Evan walked you to your class like he always did, but this time he was very touchy. He held onto your waist as you both walked, and he was pressed into your side. When you arrived to your classroom he kissed you.

“Hey, I have something for you after school. Is it okay if I come over after school and give it to you?” Evan said, pushing your hair behind your ear gently.

“Y-Yeah, of course. I’ll see you then.” You mumbled, blushing.


You had taken the bus home to avoid any awkward conversations in the car. You had sat with your old friends Michael and Jeremy so you weren’t alone. You ruffled Jeremy’s hair and gently hit Michael on the back of the head as you got off the bus, earning a yell and laugh from each.

You walked up the steps with a smile, entering your house quietly.

“Hey, hun’, how was school?” Your dad called out, looking up from his newspaper.

“It was alright.” You said, heading upstairs towards your room.

“Hey, I’m heading out in a few minutes, okay?” Your dad called out, hearing an okay from you.

You ripped your shirt off when you got into your room. You struggled to unclip the corset, so you just gave up and laid down on your bed. You had heard your dad yell goodbye and drive away. You stared at your ceiling while completely zoning out. There was a faint knock at your door and you slowly got up to answer, forgetting you were in your bra and corset.

“Oh, hey Evan.” You smiled halfheartedly, letting him come in.

“Y-Your- um, corset? I- Uh..” Evan stuttered, diverting his eyes away from you.

“Oh,” You mumbled. “I couldn’t get it off.”

Evan glanced at you, an odd sadness in his eyes.

“I can, uh, help you take it off?” He mumbled, keeping his eyes locked with yours. You nodded and stepped towards him, your face red.

He hesitantly raised his hands to the clips and started to slowly undo them, his face redder than a tomato. He let the corset fall to the ground, and you immediately wrapped your arms around your body insecurely.

Evan’s eyes were wide as he looked at you. He dropped a bag you hadn’t even realized he was holding.

“You’re-You’re..” Evan began.

“Fat, chubby, gross?” You snapped, small tears gathering in your eyes.

“No, no, my god, no. You’re gorgeous, you’re so gorgeous.” Evan said, stepping forward and hugged you. He wouldn’t let you know but he could cry right now. He didn’t know that was how you felt about yourself.

“But-but I have stretch marks and-and..” You stuttered, the tears falling slowly.

“Everything has flaws, (Y/n).” Evan whispered into your hair. “Our flaws make us unique, these beautiful unique people. Words fail when it comes to describing how gorgeous you are.”

You sniffled, hugging Evan. “I love you so much, Evan.” You whispered.

“I love you too. I also have something for you.” Evan gently pulled away from the hug and wiped your tears, smiling at you. Evan bent down and pulled a (fav color) dress from the bag.

“I saw this and thought of you. I could only imagine how cute you would look in it.” He gently handed you the dress and you unfolded it, seeing it was a knee high, sleeveless, (fav color) lace dress. You thought it was a cute dress, but you didn’t know if it’d look good on you. You were also slightly embarrassed Evan knew your clothing sizes.

“Here, I’ll help you.” Evan seemed to loose a lot of his anxiety when he was alone with you. He stepped forward and helped you slip it on gently. He walked around to your back and zipped it carefully. He spun you around so you could see yourself in the mirror.

“So?” Evan smiled sheepishly, wrapping his arms around you and setting his head on your shoulder.

“It’s beautiful. I’m beautiful.” You whispered, resting your hands on top of Evan’s.

“I told you, you were beautiful.” Evan pressed a kiss to your cheek.


anonymous asked:

could you pls do a hc of tsukishima having a crush on the shy chubby and cute girl from his class, who's also kinda clumsy and insecure so she's doesn't even notice that he has a crush on her?

Like this is SO cute I’m dead - Admin Hope


Tsukishima Kei

  • Kei would totally make fun of her to Yamaguchi at first, saying stuff like because she is so clumsy he automatically lumped her in with being dumb and is always like ‘how is she even in college prep class??’ 
  • Yamaguchi always responding with ‘Tsukki that isn’t very nice you know.’ but never saying anything more than that
  • Tsukishima would respond with, ‘Well just look at her!’ and point dramatically over to her but all she was doing was taking notes from someone else notebook and concentrating very hard on her work
  • Kei’s eyes would kind of widen and just be like ‘shit she’s actually pretty cute.’
  • Literally from that day onward he like hasn’t stopped thinking about her, even outside of school and he hates it so much, he hates having a crush
  • Only Yamaguchi and Suga knowing because well Yamaguchi was there when he whispered it under his breath and I can actually see Kei going to Suga for help
  • Not popular but a lot of people love her, because although she is shy she is super super kind and friendly
  • She trips a lot and forgets her books at home sooo many times even she’s lost count
  • She very well knows that Kei is in her class, but all she ever sees him do is listen to music and tell Hinata and Kageyama to go away
  • She also knows that he rejects a lot of confessions from girls and she probably secretly thinks he is a dick or something
  • She knows and loves Yamaguchi though so when Kei found out that he had a crush on her Yamaguchi makes sure to spend even more time with her
  • Yamaguchi knows that she can be very insecure at times and doesn’t know how Kei’s insults will affect her if he does ever confess
  • Yama doesn’t want her to get upset with Kei because he knows that Kei never really means them in a hurtful manner
  • She stays in the classroom for lunch even though her friends always ask if she want to eat with them but she stays in the class anyway
  • Tsukishima sometimes wishes she would leave because then he wouldn’t have the urge to look back and steal glances at her while she is eating and reading some kind of shoujo manga
  • A lot of Kei looking really pissed with his hands pressed together and covering his mouth but all he is thinking of is ‘Fuck she is so cute why is she so cute? What is she doing to me?’
  • Hinata somehow finding out, it would happen don’t lie to me, and them somehow knowing each other from way back in like elementary school and middle school
  • Hinata being all ‘Tsukishima you like (Y/N)-chan I can go and talk to her for you, no worries!’ and Tsukishima having a panic attack because Hinata was already calling out her name
  • The girl being very confused and Kei overhears her call Hinata Sho-chan and he realizes how bad he wants a nickname from her and that he’s in too deep
  • Hinata flat out telling her that Tsukishima likes her alot but is too nervous to talk to her and her being beyond shocked at Hinata’s words and Hinata ending it with ‘Just think about it yeah?’ and walking away leaving her super confused and slightly flustered about the whole thing
  • Kei having the same reaction because after class she slams a paper on his desk that has her number on it and she mutters a ‘text me sometime.’ and leaves the classroom
PSA: I love Chloe Decker.

Minor spoilers for 2x15, but I love Chloe Decker so god damn much. She is one the best written female characters on television. She functions as a damn good homicide detective really great at her job, and there’s no “sacrifice”. It’s not that her kid is with a nanny all the time. It’s not that she sighs and says “Look honey, I’ve had a long day why don’t you go to bed?” It’s that she comes home after a long day of murder, bloodshed, danger, etc. and plays with Trixie’s stuffed toys and lays down to cuddle with her, even reads to her every night.

She has formed a meaningful, honest relationship with her daughter. She respects her daughter’s wishes. She simply asks what Trixie thought of the school, and even though it would be better for Trixie’s “future” it’s not what Trixie wants, so Chloe doesn’t force her to go into that school. She reads to her daughter, loves her daughter, is so vulnerable with her daughter. 

I love the parent-child emphasis on 2x15, because Chloe tries so hard to do her best. It was the first time we really see that insecurity and the worry that most moms face. Chloe is taken aback at how these people can look “so put together” while having a kid. She accepts that it is all smoke and mirrors, everybody has no idea what they are doing. Most importantly, she doesn’t want to raise her daughter or be part of an environment that emphasis money, snobby attitudes, and gossip. 

 She’s real. She lives in an apartment with a roommate, doesn’t own a house, is a divorced woman, works an okay job, and has a lot of emotional baggage on her plate. She doesn’t put a lot of thought into clothing, doesn’t focus on her looks or her “sexiness”. Yet she is beautiful, and people like Lucifer really love her and accept her for who she is. Chloe is still caring, honest, and loyal to everyone around her. 

So here’s to the moms  and female characters on tv like Chloe. <3

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BITTERSWEET PT. 2 [DRACO MALFOY]

request: “Hi! I absolutely loved Your recent story, Bittersweet. Is it possible you could write a part 2 when the month has passed? And Draco still loves the Reader and she still loves Him as well or something? Ah! I love your writing thank you for the wonderful stories! Xx” — by anon + “Is there a chance you could write a Bittersweet Part 2?? Super fluffy maybe? I love your writing so much. Thank you! ❤️💛” by @paperrplaness

a/n: thank you, guys 💖 knowing that people out there appreciate my works makes me motivated to write further more! x

PART 1

Masterlist 

The month has passed in such a fast blur that Y/N hardly noticed it for she wasn’t being herself the whole time it did. She was rarely seen out of her house’s common room; the only instances people would get a glimpse of her sunken face would be at break times and class hours — and it wasn’t like she made sure her appearance was known, because she didn’t talk nor made any type of noise for that matter. All she did was listen to the teacher, write down some notes, then after class, would head out before anybody else could attempt to try and start a conversation with her.

Of course, of all the students who took notice of her sudden change of attitude, Draco was the one who resisted so hard to confront her about it, knowing her answer without asking, anyway. He was feeling guilty and regretful for even agreeing to give her space because it was obvious that it wasn’t taking a good effect on her. He wanted to scoop her into his arms, say comforting words in her ear, and assure her over and over again that he loved her and he’ll be there for her no matter what. Yet again, would telling Y/N that he was still hopelessly in love with her make her feel better? Was he even sure that she still felt the same way?

Closing his eyes, Draco tried to get a good night sleep. The moment the sun rises up in the morning, it would mark the day where their deal of taking a break from each other would be disregarded and he could finally talk to her. With another twist and turn on his bed, he looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it was already three o'clock in the morning.

He groaned, taking a pillow and putting it over his head, not caring that he was already trickling with sweat due to humidity of the room. The sound of his roommates’ snores didn’t help either, but Draco managed to drown out the noise until he finally felt himself drifting away from consciousness.


Y/N did her usual morning routine the day after. She would arrive at the Great Hall for breakfast, eat a couple of bacon strips and help herself with some orange juice, before standing up and heading out without telling her friend where she was off to. Draco had memorized her pattern that he didn’t bother to eat breakfast himself, but instead patiently waited at the hallways for her arrival.

She didn’t seem like she noticed him for she carried on looking through her Ancient Runes textbook with no interest whatsoever. Though Draco boldly coughed and walked beside her, the young girl’s eyes stopping at a paragraph to instead flicker her attention at the person on her right.

“One month, am I correct?” reminded Draco softly and it was obvious from the look of her face that she knew — she was just surprised that he did.

Snapping the book shut, she nodded. “I suppose it has been a month.”

“Want to take a walk?”

For the first time in weeks, a small smile was seen on her lips and Draco took every inch of restraint not to kiss her at that moment, but instead hold out an arm in hope that she’ll take it.

Y/N sighed, adjusting the strap of her bag on her shoulder and reluctantly placing a hand over his arm. He smiled at the touch, soon striding forward where he noticed a few students were now staring at them with wide eyes and shocked expressions, though he didn’t particularly care and neither did Y/N.

Comfortable silence filled their surroundings as Draco led them close to the Black Lake. Whenever he would take glances at her, he would see that she had her eyebrows furrowed in deep thought and he wanted so bad to know what she was thinking of. He suddenly felt afraid that maybe she was planning on ending their relationship after all, that’s why she was so quiet — though his worries were erased when Y/N finally made eye contact, smiling again.

“How are you?” She asked, retrieving her hand and placing them inside her robes.

Draco raised an eyebrow. “I should be asking you that question.”

“What? Is it wrong for me to ask?”

“I guess not.” frowned Draco. “And I’m okay, but I know I would’ve been better if I were with you.”

“About that …” trailed Y/N, “I — I thought about that night a lot, it’s probably obvious by how much of a wreck I’ve been, and I’ve concluded that it was unfair of me to judge you so quickly. I should’ve just believed you when you told me that it was Pansy’s plan all along, I should’ve at least tried hearing you out — all the things I said, all those hurtful words I told you, I didn’t mean it. I was just afraid, and insecure, and I didn’t want to lose you, and Draco,” she looked at him straight in the eyes. “I love you. I still do. I don’t know how to stop.”

“Then don’t stop.” answered Draco simply, not bringing himself to stop anymore and finally press his lips against hers passionately.

It seemed that Y/N was anticipating his movements because as soon as he kissed her, she immediately responded and pulled him closer. At that mere moment, it felt as though they were the only people around, and it was partially true since the spot where they were standing on wasn’t famous to a lot of students — thanks to the trees that you had to walk over before reaching the destination.

Draco’s palm was against her cheek while her hand was firmly on his neck, her fingers gliding up and down on his exposed skin that made him crazy. Unwillingly, he broke away from the kiss to let themselves breath but didn’t dare to untangle himself from her embrace. He was now grinning, and with a light kiss on her temple, he lifted her up from the ground without warning.

“Draco!” squealed Y/N, slapping his shoulder, the young boy chuckling and putting her down.

“You don’t know how relieved I am right now. You don’t know how I’ve been wanting to do that for ages.” He stroked her cheek. “But Y/N, whatever happened in the past, it was because of the two of us, it wasn’t just you — hell, it might even be on me majority — but what really matters is that we overcame it because I’m not letting you go that easily.”

Y/N returned the big grin on his features. “Yeah, I figured. You’ve put on a pretty good show at the Great Hall with Parkinson last time we talked.”

“You heard that?”

“How could I not?” She crossed her arms. “I reckoned you were purposely speaking too loud to let me listen or you really just wanted to humiliate her that much.”

He snorted. “Well, what I did was nothing compared to what she did. She basically drugged me.”

“I never knew someone can be so desperate.” muttered Y/N bitterly.

“At least you know that you’re the only girl I have my eyes on.” smiled Draco, kissing her forehead tenderly. “Ah, I love you so much, Y/N.”

She let out a contented sigh once more, closing her eyes as she replied. “I love you more, Draco.”

Astro Reaction: To their s/o feeling insecure

Request:  hello!! could i maybe request astro reacting to their s/o feeling insecure?? hope this is ok! thank u, have a great day!! :^)

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MJ:

MJ would be so confused because he really thinks that you’re flawless and perfect. He’ll find a way to help you be more confident (even if you said that he should just drop it). He’ll shower you with compliments every.freaking.day. He’ll back hug you and whisper, “You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met, you do know that, right?” Maybe he’ll write poems about you and it will make you feel so jolly that you’ll forget about all of the things that you’re insecure about.

JINJIN:

Jinjin would notice how you started eating less. He would be really upset, but quickly understand (knowing that it’s normal to feel insecure sometimes). That doesn’t mean that he would let it go though so when you woke up, you were surprised because he filled the refrigerator w/ your favourite food and drinks. He’ll prepare breakfast, lunch, and dinner for you. “Promise me that you’ll never starve yourself again, Jagiya! ~ now, eat up!”

EUNWOO:

You could say that you were a little bit jealous when you saw Eunwoo w/ Doyeon. “She looks like a goddess!” You said to yourself. It was ridiculous, but you started having thoughts like “what if I’m not enough for him?” and stuffs like that. When Eunwoo found out that you’ve been insecure (probably because Moonbin can’t shut his mouth) he started writing little love notes w/ compliments and he slips it into your coat pocket before he leaves.

MOONBIN:

You hate how curly your hair is. You always try to straighten it every day. Moonbin would be suspicious as to why he hasn’t seen you in your natural hair. You told him that he’ll find it hilarious if he sees your natural hair, he quickly shushed you. “It’s a lot of work if you do this every day! ~ I like you just the way you are, Jagi. You don’t need it especially with me. I want you to be comfortable.”

ROCKY:

You would be really insecure about having stretch marks. At first, he was so unhappy about it, he would feel guilty for not making you feel confident.  He thinks having stretch marks is natural. He would show you his own stretch marks saying that he has it too and you don’t need to do anything about it because it’s what makes us human. He would say a cheesy line like “Your flaws aren’t flaws to me ~” You would make a silly expression and he would be embarrassed about it.

SANHA:

He would notice it when you’ve been mindlessly staring at the mirror while mumbling criticism at yourself. He would hug you from the back, will place his chin on top of your shoulders and will whisper sweet things to you like “You’re so gorgeous, I hope you know that and stop beating yourself up.” You would probably end up giggling because he rarely says things like that. He would kiss every part of your face and say that he loves everything about you.

What Pretty Is

Prompt: Riley grows insecure about the triangle that once was and fears Lucas will get bored with her and realise he chose the wrong girl. 

Note: I have written something similar to this before which you can read here. As I was sent similar but more specific prompts I decided to write another version. All anon asks are attached at the bottom of the post :)

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Unfortunately, Riley Matthews is no stranger to being bullied. Also, the quirky brunette has gotten used to other people having a say in her relationship, even though it upsets her. So when the two insecurity triggers collide Riley’s reaction is anything but rational. 

It all started one afternoon at school. Classes had ended and Riley fiddled in her locker with her books when two girls whom Riley had never met before approach. There was a stranger leaning against either side of Riley’s locker, one blonde and one redhead, each with devious looks on their faces. 

“Hello,” Riley gave them a smile each and held back her nervous laughter at how odd it seemed. 

The blonde girl nudged her head down the hallway and Riley followed the direction she was trying to highlight. Riley spotted Lucas and Maya walking together. Riley knew they had last period together and was waiting for them to all go to the bakery to study. Her best friend and boyfriend were in hysterics, laughing at something. Riley smiled at how happy they looked and the redhead let out a patronising ‘aww’. Riley turned to give her a funny look when the blonde girl snickered, “She doesn’t get it.” 

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Feel Good

Requested: Reid gets self-conscious about the fact that he’s out of shape, and tries to change that. The Reader takes notice of this, and tries to give him a different sort of solution.


The world begins and ends here. She’s forgotten that anything has ever existed outside of this moment, outside of this couch. All the universe exists in the space between them, a distance they are constantly finding new ways to close. His hands dig into the small of her back, pulling her close, her fingers are tangled in his messy hair. Warm are the kisses he places against her neck, and she sighs, turning to capture his lips with her own because it’s just not enough, she wants more. Motions so frantic somehow feel slow, as though they have somehow managed to stop time itself just to keep existing in this moment.

No responsibilities, no worries. Just her and Spencer and the electrically charged air around them. All she needs is before her.

She sits with her knees on either side of him, straddling him, and stretches up so they’re at a more even level. Even sitting down, he’s taller than her. It’s hard to say how exactly it began. It started with his hand around hers at dinner, then her palm resting against his thigh in the car, his arm around her waist as they walked up the stairs, a brief kiss on the cheek outside her apartment door, a lingering glance once they’d made it inside. Someone moved in closer. Someone else responded. And at some point they made their way onto the sofa, caught up in a symphony of soft sounds and careful, needy movements.

When she slips her tongue into his mouth, she can taste the faint hint of coffee perpetually on his breath, feels his grip on her tighten ever so slightly. God, it’s still not enough. With him, it never feels like enough. She’s never been selfish, but there’s something about her that always leaves her wanting more. Desperate to discover something new, to feel closer still to him, she moves her hands down towards his shoulders, his chest, and starts to undo the buttons on his shirt. She gets through maybe three before he realizes what she’s doing, and suddenly that strong grip is around her wrists, his fingers clenching a little too tightly around her.

“Don’t,” he whispers, eyes wide. She can’t remember the last time he looked at her with such panic in his eyes. The insistence in his voice startles her, and after a few seconds she pulls away from him, settling down awkwardly on the other end of the couch. The space between them growing once more.

When she’s certain that whatever moment of passion they had is over, she asks, “Is something wrong? Did I do something wrong?”

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