i need to get over my insecurities

Langst i thought about late at night im sorry

ok so i don’t have a lot of evidence on this considering i don’t have screenshots and i really need to binge voltron again but im making this off of pure memory so hear me out ok? im porbably looking way too deep into this lmao

I think Lance feeling like he’s a seventh wheel is completely justified. 

Alright so everyone has had that moment where you make a joke and everybody just stay silent like it isnt funny, right? Well if you think about it, Lance has those moments every time he makes a joke or tries to lighten the mood, all of the time. Nobody really laughs at his comments or even pays much attention to them in the first place, only gets glares in return.

Now clearly, Lance usually cracks a joke for comic relief, but apparently no one else finds it funny. For example, he comes out of the pod after healing and everyone is happy to see him.  But as soon as he starts talking, people just groan and act like, “Oh, it’s that Lance, he hasn’t changed one bit,” and act clearly annoyed. Even his idol, Shiro, acts fed up with his shit- which in some cases is justified, but most times, it shouldnt matter, he’s just trying to be funny lmao.  Lance probably feels, unwanted, out of place, like he is the fifth wheel because no one really accepts him, and everyone finds him annoying.

Its not even just with Lance’s sense of humor, too.

People always think his ideas are stupid.

For example, the iconic scene where he keeps Keith from running straight into the danger that could get both of them killed, he suggests his alternate idea. Keith- who usually thinks Lance’s ideas are dumb, automatically jumps to the conclusion that his idea is going to be. Before he can argue, though, he works it out and sees that maybe Lance’s alternate route is a good idea. 

People disagree with the way he wants to complete something, in season 2, Lance comes up with the idea to form Voltron in a situation and everyone vouches against it, however 30 seconds later, they end up forming Voltron, like he said, anyway. 

Another reason, people also think little of him, they underestimate him, and that all starts with the Garisson. He was told that the only reason he ever got at his fighter pilot class was because his rival was kicked out of school, and without that he shouldnt have even been there. Again, he feels out of place, and like he doesnt belong. Then, his idol, his hero, Shiro, shows up, and when he finally feels like he has a purpose, like he could accomplish something amazing, but then Keith shows up. Even then, he doesnt give up, he is like “um excUSE ME BITCH I CALLED SAVING SHIRO FIRST” And once again, he doesnt want his rival that always beat him to do that once again. 

And again in season two, there’s clearly favoritism happening between Keith and Shiro, and Lance is jealous of course. Like, he finally gets to meet and work with his idol, and when he wants to go with Shiro on a mission, SHiro chooses Keith over him. Man, I wonder why he’s so overdramatic about it. Its not like he was treated the same damn way at the gaRISSON OR ANYTHING NAHH

No, but clearly, he has an inferiority complex, especially when it comes to keith, because he knows hes better than him in every way.

People in the show also deny that he has any good skills, and even he himself starts to believe it, when sorta venting to the yupper. (i die a little inside whenever i see it)

I loved it when shiro gave him praise for once because it was specifically for him and not directed at the whole time. It was good job LANCE

And honestly the pride on his face was so heartwarming like omg thank you shiro for ackowledging him

im probably going way off track but anyway 

daily dose of what its like in my mind 24/7 lmao

I hope in season 3 they kinda bring his insecurities up again as a sort of conflict i mean- with Keith possibly becoming Black Paladin, Lance is probably gonna be hella jealous and im sure thats gonna instigate a fight between them, and now theres not really a mediator. So. Fantastic…..

Guys i feel like a lot fo stuff goes right back to shiro, how lance probably aspires to be like him, or be good in his eyes and therefore be good for the rest of the team but hes having this inferiority complex because he feels unappreciated. Like hes just that annoying guy they dont really need and they could replace him if they wanted to, and keeping all of those thoughts hidden or masked by this confident facade is like

lance youre gonna break at some point 

I hope lance gets the recognition and the acknowledgement he deserves in season 3 i swear he better not be tossed under the rug.

anonymous asked:

(I really need to get this off my chest I'm sorry) I like klance, and I'll enjoy when it becomes openly canon, but... I don't want the Getting Together/Confession Moment to be used as the answer to Lance's insecurities boiling over into a breakdown asking what he is to the team/what his thing is, you understand?

yeah! i get you on that!

a relationship isn’t how you get rid of insecurities. in fact, it can actually open up doors to new insecurities because now you could be worrying about “not being good enough for that person” or “feeling like they’re just pitying you” or “being scared they will break up with you because they don’t actually like you back”, all of which i can see Lance experiencing once he and Keith start a relationship. 

the kind of klance relationship i wanna see is this:

  • the boiling over moment for Lance when he finally snaps and all his emotions come gushing out, maybe him and Keith get into a not very good argument because of this because stress levels are already through the roof now that Shiro is gone so i can see them having a fight
  • i can also see this happening in front of the rest of the team, so. it won’t be very good.
  • i want Lance to off-handedly admit that he feels like he’s just Keith’s shadow/replacement, thus giving the team (and Keith) a glance at how he actually feels about himself
  • i want Lance to storm out of the room after realizing what he said and not wanting to see the team’s reaction to that and him finding a place to seethe, maybe going to the blue lion or his room. i want hunk or coran to go after him and talk to him. meanwhile Keith is trying to brush the situation off and get focused on the mission at hand because that’s what’s important, right? can’t let emotions distract you from finding Shiro?
  • i want coran or hunk (preferably hunk) to eventually go and find keith and convince him to go talk to lance about this because it’s Important and Needs to be Done, keith reluctantly agrees after some convincing
  • keith goes and finds lance, possibly moping around in his room or around the blue lion, and they have a talk. it’s a bit awkward at first because they obviously just had a bad blow out and i want lance to be defensive, and i want keith to be prickly
  • but i also want them to find a way to talk it out. i want lance to finally open up to keith about how he feels about himself and like, admitting that he doesn’t actually hate keith he just has Issues™
  • this is the kicker though, i don’t want keith to give any Big Motivational Speeches to lance, because he isn’t really the best in that department. i want him to like, try and reach common ground with lance, i want him to tell lance that he didn’t know thats how he felt, and in fact, doesn’t understand why lance feels this way
  • i want keith to tell lance that he doesn’t hate him either and, for them to just have a moment where they can see eye to eye? another Bonding Moment™? that would be so nice. lance doesn’t solve his insecurities right then and there but at least now he and keith are on the same page?
  • after this, i want them to start working together more. i want to see them co-leading the team. i want to see them grow together and supporting each other and lance slowly learning over time that he’s just as important as everyone else, and i want him to start to get over all his internalized “hatred” for keith. i want to see that small crush on keith that he has buried under all his insecurities to blossom into an actual adoration and love for the red paladin and i want their growing relationship to be rocky and hard because they have a war to fight and a team to lead. 
  • and i don’t just want lance to learn his worth through keith either, i want to see him working together with the rest of the team and them taking him more seriously too. i wanna see him and allura bond over their homesickness, i wanna see him and pidge bond over their longing for their families, i wanna see him and hunk bond over being scared of what the future holds for them. 
  • i want to see lance’s talents shine and new talents we didn’t know he had to pop up too, and i want him to learn to love himself and see how important he truly is. he’s a paladin of voltron man, he’s pretty damn important.

I was going to make this short, sweet, and titled “a note for anyone who identifies/is trans”, but you know I’m feeling rant-y. I see a lot of “well why don’t I see more stories or results of -insert surgery here-?”. Let me explain why from a personal stand point: I had top surgery 4 years ago now, 3 years in I had a revision to remove nipples that didn’t heal as that they were just scar tissue through and through. Now if I post shirtless pictures/results, go outside, whatever I get “ewww oh my god those results are horrific!” or worse “oh my god I’m NEVER having top surgery if results look like THAT!”. Take those phrasings and apply it to any operation. This is a persons body you are speaking about. This is something they have to live with day in, day out, and sometimes “fixing it” is worse than just leaving it. Sometimes they can’t afford another revision, heck sometimes they don’t need a revision and you’re just a shitty person for saying such opinions. “It’s just my opinion”, “I don’t mean to be offensive don’t get so butthurt”, the list goes on but as a fellow trans person it stings as much as being misgendered and called dead/birth name if not more (most definitely more personally). So please stop and think that you’re calling a human being (with feelings like yourself) ugly for something they have zero control over, just like anything you’re insecure about. Now how does that make you feel?

anonymous asked:

Fuck that we need part 5!

Haha perfect, I was waiting for someone to ask! :3
Blue was a mix of worried and panic and fear at this point. As soon as Black and Green had gotten them into the Castle, she scooped up her Paladin and booked it out of her metal body, Shiro running along next to her as she barreled towards the healing pods, Lance limp in her arms and dripping blood onto the white floors.
As soon as she had gotten him into the Altean healing pod, she backed up, sides heaving as her eyes flicked over his sleeping face, still too unsettled to relax. She paced in front of the pod, rumbling worriedly. Shiro spoke up in an attempt to calm the agitated Lion woman. “Uh, Blue… he’ll be alright you know. You should go get cleaned up, you’re covered in blood-” “I am perfectly fine, Black Paladin. I would prefer to stay here and keep an eye on Lance.” Blue replied coldly, a little more than peeved at the sudden concern her sister’s Paladin was showing.
Where had this concern been weeks ago, when her Paladin was crying? When he told her how ignored and abandoned he felt? Her mothering instincts were on fire. “I would like you to leave.” She said, not once taking her eyes off of Lance or his vitals reflected on the glass keeping him safe. “Excuse me?” Pidge said, as the rest of the team joined Shiro in the med bay. “I asked you to leave. You are not needed here. I can watch Lance on my own. You may go about your day as usual.” She huffed, pausing in her pacing to glare at them.
Hunk actually looked a little angry, the others matching his expression. “Hey, look, I get that you’re worried about Lance, but we’re worried too. He’s our friend-” Blue scoffed at Hunk’s words. “Are you really?” She hissed, her voice nothing but pure venom. Memories flooded into her head, fury filling her veins at the remembrance of every worry, every insecurity, every feeling Lance had poured out to her while he cried over his abandonment by the people he thought were his family out here in space. Keith looked a little startled. “What are you talking about? Yes, really! He’s a part of the team and-” the little spitfire started but Blue had enough.
“Well where was this sudden concern weeks ago?!?” She roared, silencing the shocked humans. “Do you have any idea what he felt like when you all suddenly started ignoring him like he didn’t exist?!? He cried! He was so upset! He thought you all abandoned him! You never talked to him anymore, all you did was put him down for his mistakes and stopped praising him!!! He told me over and over how useless he felt, how I should pick a new Blue Paladin because he wasn’t any good for Voltron! And I couldn’t do anything to fix it because I was broken and unable to talk in words to make him feel better!!! So no, YOU DON’T GET TO PLAY THE WORRIED FRIENDS CARD WHEN YOU STOPPED TREATING HIM LIKE A MEMBER OF THE TEAM ALL THOSE WEEKS AGO!!! Now leave!!!
Her furious rant over, she stood protectively in front of the pod holding her Paladin, breathing out hard, hot angry puffs of air and fists clenched at her sides, glaring at the shocked and silent humans her pilot had once called “friends”. Her sisters had been hanging near the door during Blue’s tirade, and now moved to pull their respective Paladins out. As soon as everyone was gone and the door had slid shut, Blue deflated and turned back to her precious cub. Resting a hand on the glass, she stared at his peaceful face.
“I’m so sorry I let this happen… I hope that this time, the team won’t be torn apart…” she murmured, before allowing herself to sit and lean against the pod holding her human, and let her eyes slide shut, not sleeping, merely resting, yet still alert.
Just in case.
Blue explodes! :D part 6? I fully intend to put more Shance in the next part if you guys still want more, haha :3

Edit: can’t stop won’t stop, here have more ;3 https://tokyoteddywolf.tumblr.com/post/160169071603/mama-blue-au-masterlist
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Jacob Frye 

  • Well, the two of you usually can be found in the fight club 
  • Eventually you patch up Jacob after his last fight 
  • Or Evie has to take care of both of you 
  • It really depends on your mood 
  • “Yes, Evie. That guy deserved every punch." 
  • But to be honest you two are always up to cause mischief 
  •  ”[Y/N], Jacob, what have you done this time?!“ 
  • "We did nothing! … Oh, that. Yeah, we did that." 
  • Giving each other nicknames … all the time 
  • "Love” - “Angel” - “Dear” - “Could you two stop?!" 
  • Jacob is a big fan of public display of affection 
  • The people need to know you are his better half 
  • … and he would be lost without your kisses 
  • Seriously every kind of kiss 
  • "I want all of them, love." 
  • After a hard mission he needs you wrapped up in his arms 
  • Jacob’s mixed scent of smoke, beer and himself lures you in 
  • "Why do I smell beer on you, Jacob?" 
  • … "I think Evie calls me!" 
  • He makes sure you keep up your training 
  • Driven by his fear to lose you forever 
  • Even if he knows you can handle yourself just fine 
  • Him not being able to take his eyes off of you when you plan your mission 
  • The satisfied smirk on your lips makes his knees weak 
  • "Stop drooling, brother dearest." 
  • Randomly he wraps you up in his arms to get his daily dose of cuddles 
  • The two of you get comfortable on his favourite but little settee 
  • Resting your head on his chest, while his arms hold you close 
  • The closer the better 
  • His steady breathing making you sleepy 
  • "God, you are adorable, love." 
  • The two of you are barely fighting 
  • And if you do, it will be solved in the fight club later 
  • "I’m not going to hit you!" 
  • "Good, then it is going to be easier for me!" 
  • Don’t worry neither of you gets harmed, because you end up in a heated kiss 
  • "I don’t think you know how much you mean to me, [Y/N]." 
  • Evie approves your relationship without a doubt 
  • You are good for Jacob and vice versa 
  • And foremost you make each other happy 
  • Jacob could never think of someone else taking your place 
  • You are the only one he will ever love the way he does right now 
  • And occasionally the Assassin tells you his feelings in an unknown serious tone 
  • "I truly love you with every fibre of my body, love. You accept every flaw I have. You adore every insecurity I have -" 
  • "Shut up and kiss me, Jacob." 
  • Your wish is his command 

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anonymous asked:

“Will you marry me?” From the prompt thing!

thanks! hope you like it xx

I’m miserable all through our date night and Harry notices. “Love, do you want to talk about it?” He asks, hand reaching over to cover mine, but I pull my hand away.

“We’ve already talked about it, unless you’ve changed your stance—“

“Try to understand where I’m coming from—“

“Oh, I understand perfectly that you don’t want to marry me, Harry, don’t worry.”

He shook his head, “That’s not it and you know it.”

“We’ve been dating for five years. Five. Years. If not now then when?”

“I’m waiting for the right time.”

I sighed, “Just forget it, Harry.”

I’m not one to complain about material things and this wasn’t about the ring. I was insecure in our relationship and I always had been. Maybe that was my own fault. No, it was my own fault… But Harry sure wasn’t helping. I started thinking about getting engaged to him after our first anniversary. Harry? Didn’t even cross his mind until four. At four, almost once every three months at least we had the same argument over and over and here we were; anniversary five and still no ring.

Harry loved me and I think deep down I knew that. Who needed a ring and a piece of paper to prove that to me? That’s what I told myself on most days. But after watching friend after friend pair off and attending wedding after wedding for people who had met long after Harry and I… I was tired of fending off questions from well meaning strangers asking when our wedding was.

“Love, come on.” Harry’s voice was low and when I looked at him he was giving me that pout he knew I couldn’t resist, “It’s our anniversary, can’t we celebrate our relationship without fighting tonight?”

I bit the inside of my cheek, “I have to use the bathroom.”

My phone vibrated while I was standing by the sink with a text from Harry.

I love you. It read. I didn’t answer. Less than a minute later: I miss you. I smiled despite myself and headed back out to the table. The rest of the night was better. Harry did everything he could to get my mind off engagements and weddings; talking about stupid things we’d done, like Harry giving me a piggy back ride down the red carpet after my heel broke one time.

As Harry and I were laughing about some memory we had as Harry signed the check, there was suddenly a commotion a few tables away from us. I turned to look in time to see someone kneel in front of their significant other and pull out a ring. I knew Harry’s eyes were on me, waiting to see how I would react as a ring was slid on someone else’s finger and the restaurant erupted in applause. I swallowed past the lump in my throat and stood up, quickly pulling on my jacket and storming out of the restaurant.

“Y/N!” I heard Harry call behind me as I walked to the car. There weren’t many paparazzi out tonight. In fact, Harry had flown us to Nashville to have dinner because he knew we weren’t likely to be followed. “Babe, come on!”

“Leave me alone.” I called over my shoulder.

“Can you just turn around, please? Look at me.”

“Harry, I don’t care, it’s fine let’s just go home.”

“Will you stop walking and turn around?!

There was something in his voice that I couldn’t quite place that made me stop walking and slowly turn to face him.

Harry was on one knee in the middle of the parking lot, a small velvet box in his hands. “I know you’ve been waiting forever for this, and the truth is I never asked because I was scared. Scared you’d wake up one morning and realize you deserved better than me. And so I thought I was sparing myself the humiliation of rejection. That was stupid and selfish and a waste of everyone’s time because the truth is I knew I was going to marry you on our first date when you asked me to come with you to get a tattoo because you had made the appointment thinking our date would go awful and you’d end up leaving early and make it in time.” I laughed here, tears brimming over as I remembered vividly telling Harry that it would be rude to cancel the appointment and he had to come with me. “I bought this ring two years later and held onto it for another three because it didn’t quite make sense to me that you were still here.” Harry quickly swiped at a tear on his cheek before continuing, “Every moment by your side has been an absolute gift and I never want the moments to stop. I want to hold your hand through the hard times and cheer you on through your accomplishments. I want to start a family with you, starting by making you my wife. So… Y/N… Will you marry me?

I cried, nodded, “Yes.” I choked out, “You idiot, do you even have to ask?”

And then Harry was standing, hands shaking as he tried to slip the ring up my finger, and once it was on we were sobbing in each other’s arms. Kissing one another, repeating frantic I love yous over and over between kisses.

And suddenly it didn’t matter that he had waited five years to ask me, because no matter if he had asked me when he first bought the ring or not, our story always ended here; with Harry’s arms wrapped around me and the feeling in my heart that I was home.

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Affair (PT. 3)

Summary: Your best friend Chris Evans is set to be married to his long-time girlfriend. You would be over the top thrilled if you hadn’t slept together in a night of passion. What will happen to your friendship?

Author: Ash

A/N: Sorry I haven’t posted in a while. I have been crazy busy with work, family and trying to build connections in my new town! Also trying to build my portfolio is hard work! Also look for more coming soon! <3

P.S : I hate myself for where this fic is headed.

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You weren’t exactly sure why Chris picked this pizza spot out of all the other joints in the city, and you would be lying if you said you were happy to see him. You wanted to mentally facepalm yourself when you heard the following sentence spill out of Sebastian’s mouth.

“Chris, man I’m so glad you could make it! I was worried you wouldn’t get my voicemail in time.” Sebastian said cheerfully as he gave Chris a bro-hug.

“Sorry about that I got caught up in all the wedding planning meetings, but how could I miss out on lunch with two of my favorite people?” Chris said so nonchalantly it was almost scary.

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I drew a picture of my girlfriend, because I just can’t get over how gorgeous she is. I know she has her insecurities, but she will always be perfect to me.
So with all sappines aside, I want to spread some positivity around the lgbtqia community. Send me a picture of someone you find inspiring or in need of something pretty in their life, and I’ll draw them. If you have any questions, concerns, or recomendations, feel free to shoot me an ask!

A Klance Oneshot


“Have you ever considered the idea that maybe this world doesn’t revolve around you and your problems?”

Keith’s words echoed in Lance’s mind, swirling and cutting into the wound it originally caused, digging in deeper and burying its sharp claws in his aching heart. It wasn’t his fault. Home was just, so far, so so far. He pressed his palms against his eyes, trying in vain to push away the stinging pain of unshed tears.

He knew Keith hadn’t meant it that way, the other boy had enough weight on his shoulders without having to worry about Lance’s insecurities. With Shiro gone, the black lion was without a paladin and frankly no one knew what to do about it. Team Voltron was in panic mode, and unfortunately, so was Lance.

The past few months in space weighed heavily on his mind, his family probably thought he was dead, Shiro all but ignored his suggestions. Hell, everyone did. He was all but invisible. Especially to Keith. Fuck that guy. Keith, the guy who was perfect in every way except for his delinquent attitude and stupid hair. Lance would never be enough for him, the former cargo pilot knew it. It was the driving reason for his forced rivalry. He wouldn’t fall for the red paladin if he pretended to hate him, right?

Wrong. That’s why Lance was here, on the observation deck, staring off into space, wondering exactly where his plan had gone wrong.

“This isn’t what I wanted” he said to no one in particular, burying his head in his arms. “I just want to go home” his voice cracking, betraying his emotions.

He quickly wiped the back of his hand over his eyes, wiping away his sadness.

“Come on lance. Pull yourself together man.”

He quickly stood and moved toward the large windows, looking out into space. A familiar smile pulled at his lips as tears spilled down his cheeks.

“this isn’t you. At least not the you they know” he ran a hand through his hair and tilted his head back with a loud sigh.

“This isn’t about you man.” he told himself, looking back at his reflection

“The universe needs you. At least… It thinks it does.” he leaned forward, staring himself in the eyes as he leaned his forehead against the glass.

“Keith always does cool stuff, and Hunk holds us all together, and pidge is really smart. And I thought I was the sharpshooter, but I guess I really don’t have a thing. Five lions, and they get stuck with me as a paladin. Im sure blue would pick anyone else over me if she had the chance. So would Keith.” he straightened up and wiped his face yet again, picking up his jacket before charging back through the castle, a smile plastered on his face, as if nothing was wrong.

What he didn’t notice was Keith, hiding just outside the door, a stricken look on his face.

Zach Dempsey (request dos)


anon asked if I could write a justin or zach imagine with a chubby poc of color where she is feeling insecure and scared that they are going to leave her for someone skinnier and of a lighter skin tone. 

I chose Zach because he is smol bean, and I love him. Also, being a person of color with a lot of meat is hard, but I feel like Zach would love me for who I am. 10/10 would bang that boi. 



There was no doubt that it was hard being a part of a minority. Especially at Liberty High. You were often distanced by others because you were slightly overweight and had colored skin. Usually, people were accepted easily if they were one or the other. The problem was that you were both, so it was just a tad harder to get the acceptance. There was one person though, that removed all biased assumptions about you from his mind and plowed on deep into your heart, getting to know you for who you truly were on the inside. You two fell in love, and no matter what anybody said to him about it he always insisted that you were the one.

Sometimes it was easier to believe than others. 

For example, it was Friday and there was a baseball game. You were cheering him on. Because you and Zach Dempsey had been going strong for four whole months and there hadn’t been one game that you had missed. Every chance to cheer him on you took by the hair, because you wanted him to know that you loved him. This particular game, though, was against a school very well known for their nymphomaniac cheerleaders. The East High Devils. The name definitely suited them. 

You were standing by the door of the boys locker room, giving Zach a good luck hug around the middle. “Good luck, Zach. Do your best, I know that you’ll beat them to the ground.” 

A few of the Devil cheerleaders were standing by, looking at the two of you and whispering incoherently. One of their players was being mauled by one of them, nearly sucking him whole into her mouth. 

“Thank you, Y/N. I love you, baby.” Zach pulled back and you expected him to give you a proper kiss, but he glanced over at the cheerleaders before pecking your forehead. “I’ll see you after the game.” 

You watched as he turned and gave you one last sweet smile, before barging into the locker room and yelling out at his team mates. Your smile faltered and you turned around, ready to find a seat when you saw one of the cheerleaders looking at you oddly, her eyebrows raised and her lip curled. She was thin as a stick and her skin was a milky white, giving her the look of a porcelain doll. You tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and smiled politely, quickly making your way to the field. 

Your friend, Hannah Baker, met you by the stands, wearing a purple beanie and biting her chapped lips. She seemed to be staring at Clay Jensen, who was sitting in the stands while chatting with Tony Padilla. 

“Jensen, huh? He’s a cutie, you should go for it.” 

Hannah jumped as you appeared behind her, clutching her chest. “Jesus, Y/N! You scared the hell out of me! And I was not staring at helmet! Pffttt.” You made a face at Hannah and she sighed in defeat. “Whatever, this isn’t the time to talk about it. Let’s find a seat first.” 

You nodded and climbed up the bleachers after Hannah, your eyes darting back to the field. The team was slowly coming out of the locker rooms, and you were glad that you had forced Zach to ditch his hair gel at home. He would have been massively late if he hadn’t. 

The game went smoothly, but as you watched, there seemed to be something going on between the skinny cheerleader and Zach, as she kept staring at your boyfriend like she wanted to devour him whole. Part of you wanted to know that your boyfriend was too good for someone that had a reputation of sleeping with men as frequently as humans breathed oxygen, but part of you was not so sure. That was the deep part of you you never wanted to see. The insecure part, that always persisted that one day Zach would leave you for someone so much skinnier and lighter. 

When the game was near the end you turned to Hannah and interrupted her quiet gazing at Clay. “Do you think that the nympho cheerleaders are capable of going after someone they knew had a girlfriend?” 

Hannah jumped again and looked at you for a second, processing your words. Then she snorted. “Are you kidding, Y/N? Those nympho devils are capable of doing it with people they know have kids. They’re relentless. No one has said no to any one of them yet.” 

Your heart sank as the team slowly filed out to the locker rooms again, cheering on the crowd. Liberty High had brought another victory to the plate. The devils were sulking to the same locker rooms, their cheerleaders following suit with jumps in their steps. You instantly knew that they did not care if the team had lost or won – as long as there was someone to have sex with. 

“Alright, Hannah, I’m going to see Zach. Go talk to Jensen, okay? Whatever excuse that you have as to why you haven’t already, well, shove it up someones ass. Go get him.” 

You squeezed Hannah’s elbow while grinning and then turned and sped the fastest you could through the thick crowd, your heart going a million miles a minute. It was really difficult this time, seeing as since it was victory, everyone wanted to congratulate the team first hand. You spotted Zach near the entrance of the locker rooms, but there was someone that was also very near. The white devil. 

“Zach!” You called, trying to push people from your way. Zach didn’t seem to hear you, as he panted and adjusted his dirty uniform. Someone else seemed to have heard you, though, and the cheerleader turned to you and winked, before slipping passed the crowd, into the boys locker room. 

You stopped in your tracks, the insecurity bubbling in your chest. You wanted so badly to believe in Zach, in yourself that you were good enough, but you were really failing. All of Zach’s said words of reassurance from the past were just fuzzy in your mind. 

It took about ten minutes for you to get to the entrance of the locker rooms, and by that time you were panting from worry, and you hands were slightly sweaty. You looked around and noticed that the coaches were looking at you with raised eyebrows and you sighed and backed away. You hurried around the wall to the entrance of the school, deciding to go through the locker room entrance inside the main building. This took you five minutes. Oh, God, that nympho could already have gotten to Zach. 

You rounded the corner of the hallway, out of breath, but quickly backed up when you saw what was going on. Zach was pinned against the wall, still sweaty and in his uniform, the cheerleader saying things while batting her eyelashes and pressing her palm on his chest. You pressed your back to the wall when the image seared itself into your mind, tears forming in your tear ducts. 

“Listen, Zach, was it? I was surprised at your work out there. You’re not bad at all. The way your muscles worked when you pitched? You made me wetter than water itself.” 

There was the clearing of a throat and you bit your lip, trying to hold yourself back from barging over there and pushing her off of him. You wanted to know if Zach was capable of doing it. Of confirming your insecurities. 

“That is interesting, Gloria, was it? I really need to get going, though, I was just going to get my girlfriend. We’re going to a party at my friends.” 

You let a smile flutter on your features, but it quickly vanished at what she said next. 

“Girlfriend? That chubby colored girl? Ew, I bet you anything she’s not as good in bed as I am. Besides, you can pin me against the wall and fuck me on a table. Can you even do that with her? She’s like…fat.” 

There was the squeaking of shoes and a gasp of anger. You felt tears prick your eyes and you bit your lip harder. That was it. People actually were cruel enough to assure your insecurities that they were right. 

“Shut your mouth, bitch! You don’t even know Y/N! She’s beautiful, and she is not fat.She may not be as skinny as you, but she definitely does not have any STDs as I know you have. Go fuck with someone else, because there is no way I am going to touch you. I have a beautiful girlfriend to go get. And yes, I can definitely make love to her on a table. We just have a lot more class than that.” 

There was the sound of loud stomping coming in your direction and you grinned, knowing that you were ready to show Zach just as much love that he had just shown for you. However, there was a squeak and then the footsteps stopped, followed by the sound of muffled shouts.

You turned the corner and saw the the devil was pushing herself against Zach, trying her best to kiss his lips and stick her tongue down his throat. You gasped and started to storm their way, catching their attention. Zach saw you and his face fell instantly, his mouth opening and closing. The girl just grinned, pulling away as if she had won an award. 

“Y/N, I swear it isn’t what it looks like! I’m sorry, I love you so much and I would never-” 

You cut Zach short by walking forward and throwing a fist out, catching the girl right on her porcelain jaw. She screamed and fell back, her hand instantly cupping the area. You turned to Zach and smiled, grabbing his hand and leading him away without a word. 

“You fat whore!” The cheerleader wailed.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Zach asked quickly, still following you as you intertwined your fingers with his. He was just shocked. When both of you rounded the corner you pushed him up against the wall and wiped his mouth of the girls germs. 

“I’ve never been better, Zach.” You answered, leaning in and giving him a huge kiss on the lips. He kissed you back gently, his hands traveling up to your neck. You pulled away after a second. “I heard what you said, babe. And you will not believe how lucky I am to have someone like you. I fucking love you.”

Zach smiled and kissed you again, this time flipping the position and pinning you against the wall as he let his thumbs caress your cheeks. “I love you too, Y/N. And I am definitely the lucky one, because all of what I said was true.” 

You pressed your forehead to his and laughed slightly. “We’ve never done it on a table… but it sounds very wild.” 

Zach laughed loudly and kissed you again. “There is nothing that I would not do if you really wanted it, Y/N. I love you, and I can’t say it enough.” 


holy fluff

also, i know Zach is more of a basketball person, but I have a theory in my head that Zach is just so good and sexy he does every sport and does it hella good

jesoos he is fucing fine

AS ALWAYS this is not edited. And AS ALWAYS since I never get the love in person gimme the sugar on here, will ya doll?

malec #207

Okay so im kinda late to the party because i live in Europe and had to wait till tuesday (i know fuck me right?) and here’s my insight on the episode

I loved it. I really did, it made me all giddy and happy and the Malec relationship progress is so well thought out and profound im in love with these soft boyfriends.

Now i get the whole drama over Malec’s last scene and I realize that they couldve added an extra 10 seconds of Magnus and Alec showing certainty and all but we really need to understand that Magnus is extremely wise and hasnt ever shyed away from saying what he really feels so if he really wasn’t okay with it he would have told Alec. I mean seriously the communication in this couple is so healthy and strong i dont even think this would even be an issue. And my baby Alec probably feels so insecure about his first time of course he was a little excited and he clearly cares so much about Magnus and wants to spend every second with him I mean he was so bummed he had to leave while they were kissing on the balcony. Im honestly super tired of all the negativity on tumblr I think yall should have a little more faith in the writers as im sure that in the next episode there will be a bit more closure to the situation. Also I think that Magnus stopped him anyway because of 208 promo of Magnus and Jace.

On a more positive note how cute and meaningful were all the kissing scenes and Alec being a thoughtful boyfriend giving Magnus a gift asdfgghgfjkd I cant. I think their screen time was quite a lot considering theres a million other things going on and its a large cast of main characters although I wouldnt be mad about more Malec screen time hehehe.

Yeah anyway I think Harry and Matt are doing an amazing job at playing this beautiful beautiful inter racial same sex couple and I cant wait to see more. Stay positive about this guys.

Also if Jace cockblocks Malec again I swear


Being Stiles’ younger sister when he was possessed by the nogistune, and Void!Stiles emotionally abuses you. Afterward, the pack comforts you.

warning: emotional abuse. 

Hello, little sister. I heard you were crying. Are you crying because you have no friends?” You sniffed. You knew this new Stiles was trying to get to you, but you couldn’t help but feel hurt.

“Ah, you didn’t know that the pack hated you? Oh yes, they don’t care for you at all. They just believe you’re a tagalong. Someone useless.” Void!Stiles mocked you, circling the table you were seated at. “Why do you think they aren’t here yet? THAT’S BECAUSE THEY AREN”T COMING TO RESCUE YOU.” You flinched at the sudden voice change. 

“Stop, Stiles. I know you’re in there. You don’t mean it.” Void!Stiles smirked. 

“Of course, I do, Y/N. I mean every word I say. No one cares for you. The pack would be jumping for joy if they find out you’re gone. You might as well go. They wouldn’t notice your absence.” You felt tears coming on. Your eyes were glistening, and Void!Stiles was overjoyed that he got under your skin. He cackled. 

“I’ll leave you to your thoughts, Y/N… See you later.” And in a flash, the evil Stiles was gone. 

After another hour of crying by yourself, you heard Scott and the rest of the pack rushing to your door.

“Y/N?! Are you in here?” They found you; all of them breathed out sighs of relief. “We’ve been looking all over for you.” Lydia gasped.

“Y/N… have you been crying? What did Stiles do to you?” You shrugged, helpless and discouraged. “Y/N, tell us what he did to you.” Lydia demanded firmly. You couldn’t look them in the eyes.

“He - he said that you all didn’t care for me.” You sniffed, rubbing the wet out of your eyes. Lydia glanced up at Scott, eyes filled with pity and anger for you.

“Don’t listen to him, Y/N. We all care for you.” Scott assured you while the rest of the pack nodded. Scott knelt down to where you sat and pulled you into a hug. You sat frigidly, but then you realized that Scott was telling the truth. You relaxed into the hug, and when the pack watched this, they too wrapped their arms around you. A huge pack hug was just what you needed to get Void!Stiles words out of your mind for a bit. 

When Stiles was rescued, he apologized numerous times. You knew Stiles didn’t mean it, so to show that you still loved him the same, you brought him into a warm hug. You weren’t over your insecurities just yet, but with your pack and older brother by your side, you knew you were safe.

author’s note: I hope this is what you wanted. :P This is really sad, and if anyone is ever treated this way, please please find help or someone to talk to. My chat thingy is always open.

requested by: anon

gif credit: my gif. (replaced original gif with mine)

gif came from: 3x24 ~ Teen Wolf

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So , post biscuit/scone debate, I stayed up last night rewatching November 2016 - January 2017 scenes because I couldn’t get @itwasjustmisplaced ’s incredible meta post from yesterday out of my mind.

And the more I think about it, the more it makes me feel so much more comfortable with what’s happened in this storyline. It actually makes it all make sense, even without some massive twist happening, which is something I never thought I’d say.

My initial reaction after The Incident™ (here) was that they made Robert do it through a need to make him hit rock bottom (by sleeping with her - something he swore would not happen) in order for him to finally recognise that Aaron’s insecurities were valid. And rewatching that period last night really reinforced that. Aaron gets gradually more and more insecure about Robert and Rebecca, but it’s exacerbated by Robert consistently being dragged into Rebecca’s orbit and not seeing Aaron’s issue with it. I love Robert, I really do, but over the time frame I watched last night he kisses Rebecca, doesn’t tell Aaron, and then plays down the importance of it when it is revealed. I genuinely think Robert doesn’t see the kiss as a big deal - he knows it meant nothing to him, he knows it was all part of the plan, and as someone who’s done a whole lot worse where cheating’s concerned, it’s insignificant. But, for Aaron, it IS a big deal. Remember when he felt guilty for getting a guys number when he was with Jackson? Feeling like he’d cheated? Aaron has a much more inclusive definition of cheating, if you like - because it’s not something he’s used to doing - so the kiss is a much bigger deal to him than it is to Robert. But he doesn’t communicate this to him.

And therein lies the problem. It’s brushed under the carpet, and Robert thinks the issue is resolved, and he sees no issue in striking up a friendship with Rebecca (Aaron even encourages it in that scene in the pub after they buy The Mill), and in sneaking around to organise surprises for Aaron whilst pretending he doesn’t care for Aaron’s birthday, arranging overnight business trips with her, (Robert, honey, of course that’s gonna raise alarm bells from your fiance - you know, seeing as you used to arrange secret overnight business trips so you could be with him), hugging her casually in the street, and sacking off work to help her when he’d refused to do the same for his fiancé hours earlier. Robert does all of this innocently, thinking Aaron is fine with it all, but of course he isn’t. 

And Aaron, being Aaron, bottles it up so that Robert has no idea just how insecure Aaron has become, until it all comes to a head for Aaron in January when he attacks Kasim (which, I agree, is Aaron’s version of The Incident). But still, Robert doesn’t acknowledge Aaron’s insecurities as valid - his reaction is to argue back, insist he’s doing nothing wrong, and tell Aaron he can’t make him happy. He does’t recognise that maybe Aaron has justification to feel the way he does about Rebecca.

Until The Incident. Until he goes and does the one thing he knows his husband is afraid of. Whatever his motivations on that night (I firmly believe he was using her to hurt Aaron), when he wakes up the next day, he realises what he’s done, and I feel like he sees then what he is capable of, and why Aaron was justified in feeling the way he did. He’s wracked by guilt, which is new for him, and which shows his character progression despite it all, and that’s the reason I really need him to be the one who confesses all to Aaron, and not have some public showdown.

I’m reserving hope and judgement until we see it all play out on screen, but it would just genuinely mean so much if Robert was to break down and confess, finally recognising that Aaron’s concerns were valid all along.  Their communication issues are SO BAD, and realistically, they cannot have any sort of a marriage without addressing those issues. But I feel like if this storyline and Maxine’s reveal goes the way I really want it to, they will finally start to address those issues, and only then can they move past them and work towards being happy together.

And also, thank you Taryn for your wonderful insight!

sometimes he calls me bear. a big bear, a daddy bear, or just a bear. it’s the most precious thing, and so erotic at the same time. he’ll see how my big hands span over the entirety of his back, or how his shoulders are barely as wide as my chest, and it’s just so adorable to see how little he gets when he notices. or he’ll see my bodyhair and call me a bear, but instead of making me feel insecure, it will make me feel loved and needed. i love to be his bear.

She was not as oblivious as many thought her to be. She was actually pretty smart, used to be in the top of her class. She notices things about people when no one else does. She was able to hide her feelings for her husband back in school pretty well. At least she thought she did. So, when she sees the look Rukia gives Ichigo when it’s time for her and her family to return to the Soul Society, she feels her insecurity creeping in. She knows their look more then anyone. The soft stares that say so much, that even the silence between them seems too loud. It was the look that broke her heart so many times before. Her jealously of their friendship, their bond. Even now, as she stands beside her husband, she can feel the jealously bubbling over once again.

anonymous asked:

so i noticed this a lot, but when i don't wear makeup people tend to tell me i look tired or dead and i was wondering if you could do a HC where the RFA (+ V and Saeran) react to seeing MC without makeup, and she feels insecure.

(Yep, yep. I’m sure you look beautiful without makeup~ I will gladly do this request! Because same.)
Also! Guys, sorry for not posting for 2 days! I have been busy. T_T


• He doesn’t even notice you weren’t wearing it.
• you assumed he was just being nice, and not saying anything, but..he just literally did not notice?
• You begin attempting to hide your face as you both go out in public, feeling awful about yourself.
• Now, he notices this.
• He pulls you aside, and begins to brush the hair you were trying to use to shield yourself, out of your face.
• he questions you on what’s wrong, and when you finally answer..he’s at a loss for words.
• How could you feel insecure? When you’re literally perfect?
• to him, you look amazing in anything. This includes no makeup.
• so, he just kisses you.
• For a loooonnngggg time..
• letting you know, that he finds you stunning in every way

• Okay, call him old fashioned or whatever, but he prefers you without make up.
• in fact hates when you wear it.
• Obviously he knows it’s not done to impress him or anyone, it’s for yourself
• Still, he loves to see your natural face.
• So, when you come out of the bathroom, with no makeup on, he can’t help but grin.
• “Zen, where did you put my makeup?!”
• “Babe, you don’t need it! You’re my perfect little treasure, and I want to see your natural features~”
• Won’t even give you the chance to feel insecure, to be honest.

• The moment he see’s you walk out with a clean face, he’s practically dropping his work every where.
• No, but seriously. hOw cAN SOMEONE LOOK SO GOOD???
• He gets up, casually fixing his tie, before walking over to you with open arms.
• He wraps you up into a hug, telling you how beautiful he finds you to be.
• And if you disagree?
• Oooohh, boy.
• He will argue with you until you agree.
• He is persistent asf.
• Will even drag Elizabeth 3rd into it, somehow.
• “Elizabeth 3rd wouldn’t want you to feel this way. Don’t disagree with her, (Y/N).” Jumin says, as he shoves Elizabeth in your face.

• Okay, but, she’s been there.
• In fact, she’s more insecure than you are, most of the time.
• So, you both have to comfort each other.
• However, she finds you to be absolutely stunning. To her, you’re the perfect girl.
• so, to get you feeling less insecure about how you look without makeup..she goes to work without makeup for two weeks.
• While people Attack her for this, commenting on how she looks tired, or even offer to do some natural makeup, she just ignores them.
• Knowing that she is doing this to prove a point to you, her beautiful girlfriend.
• Because you don’t need makeup to be pretty. Simply because you already are.
• But let me just say..

• Well, he stole all of your makeup for his Cosplay, and now he doesn’t remember where he put it.
• At least, that’s what he’s telling you.
• He knows where it is.
• It’s all in the 12th honey buddha chip box, in his oldest car’s trunk.
• But he refuses to tell you that.
• Why?
• Because your face is so hot??
• Literally, he did it as a prank at first, but you’re actually the most beautiful thing to him.
• He wants you to not wear makeup more often.
• And if you start getting really insecure? He’ll let you know where it is.
• But not before he makes a huge speech on how perfect you are.

• Considering he’s always taking photos of you, you can bet he’s taking some while your make up is off.
• He can’t even see you that well, but he knows that even without makeup, you’re still a beautiful princess~
• When you beg him to stop taking pictures of your clean face, he can’t help but tilt his head in confusion.
• Because you’re the most beautiful person? His favorite pictures are the ones of you..
• And one day, when he finally gets his eye surgery, just so he can see you better.
• He’s going to want to take a look at these pictures, and be reminded of how damn lucky he is.
• So, he wants to do his best to make sure you stop getting camera shy. Because there’s going to be a lot more where that came from.

• Okay, well.
• So, you walk out. No makeup on. Hoping Saeran wouldn’t notice, or say anything..
• “! (Y/N)? You look tired. Did you not sleep or something?”
• You couldn’t help but feel your eyes twitch, opening your mouth to speak, before you heard Seven bust out laughing.
• “THAT IS NOT…WHAT YOU SHOULD SAY- AHHAA HOLD ON…HAHA, TO A GIRL!” Seven chokes out from another room, running in to see your faces.
• Saeran narrows his eyes, letting out a grunt.
• “Get out, idiot brother. I didn’t ask you. Besides, I was just asking. I want to make sure (Y/N) even gets sleep. I mean, she looks-”
• “don’t finish that.” You groaned.
• Seven continued to laugh, before Saeran began to push him out of the room.
• Once that was successful, Saeran shut the door, Locking it.
• “Oh. Ah, (Y/N). Sorry about that. I hope you didn’t take what I said wrong. You’re still beautiful and stuff..I was just making sure you got sleep. Sorry.”
• He may be a little shit, bUT IT’S CUTE.


 a summary of the Alpha con popped out on my dash and apparently tyler said that if derek were to be human “He would be divested because he’s only used to being a werewolf." 

so naturally i need an AU where derek is cursed in to being human(temporarily). where he would have to begrudgingly go through the most human flaws like bad eye sight, tendency to feel cold more easily, getting cuts and bruises all over without immediate healing, etc and stiles helping him out ^///^

and idk also derek being a miserable jerk bc insecurities. but yeah mostly stiles helping him how to human yay u///u;;

Negan x Reader - My One and only


This is my first fic about Negan (sorry Daryl, but my baby wanted a reader x Negan, you’re still my favourite tho)

This is a gift for my baby @lunalowell , on my requests’ waiting list i wrote that she wanted a drunk daryl x reader smut, but then she fell in love with Negan and Jeffrey Dean Morgan (it’s my fault lol) so she wanted a smutty Negan x Reader.

I hope you like it, queen♥

SHOW: The Walking Dead

Pairing: NeganxReader


NOTE: - Reader isn’t one of Negan’s wives.

- Italics are (Y/N)’s thoughts

(gif not mine)

Keep running (Y/n)…keep running you’re almost there…almost out of the woods

Why I can’t move?

I’m surrounded by walkers

So It’s over for me?

I woke up suddenly, my breath is heavy.

Today I had a close call during a run and if it wasn’t for Dwight, I would be walkers’ food now.

I lay down again  hoping to fall asleep but there’s no use
“Maybe a glass of water will do”

With that in mind, I take my hoodie and I wear it over my white tank top and my black shorts.

Once I’m on the hallway I start to heading toward the kitchen silently.

The Sanctuary is pretty big, and after 2 months of me living here, I’ve finally learn how to reach each place here.

When I reach the kitchen I notice that nobody is around so I walk toward the sink

“Well well well what we have here?”
I jump letting out a scream
“Oh God Negan are you crazy?”

He start to walk towards me, keeping his shit-eating grin on his face…his awesome face

 Since I came here me and Negan keep flirting with each other, however, knowing that he has an harem keep me to go beyond.

He even asked me to become his wife but I say no, telling him I’m not a “sharing type”.

After my refusal, Negan keeps flirting and joking with me, and I really like it; however I don’t know how much I can take before surround at the lust I feel every time he get close to me.

“So, why my babygirl is up this late?”

I almost moan at that pet name

“Keep yourself together (Y/n)”

“I…I c-can’t sleep”
“Perfect now I’m stuttering”

Smirking, Negan put his hands on my hips.

He lean down until I could feel his hot breath on my ear: “You seem tense…I can help you with that…Fuckin’ the stress out of you”.

After he finish he stare at me, licking his lips.

“oh God I think I’m wet”

I almost give in but then I remember that he has six wives and I really don’t want to become number seven.

Smiling I walk past him, feeling his eyes on my back, specifically on my butt, and I sit on the chair near the door: “You’re kind but I will not become another one of your “Wives”, beside, I don’t like to share”.

Negan looks at me silently, before smirking again:
“Did you sit in a pile of sugar?”

Taken aback by his question I answer: “What? No!”
“well I thought so because you have a sweet ass”
Of course Negan will start with shitty pick-up lines.

“You’re a jackass” I say giggling

Grinning he starts walk toward me: “I was feeling a little off today, but you definitely turned me on” he says groping at his crotch.

That makes me laugh loudly: “Negan please stop”.

In a blink of an eye Negan is right in front of me, he extends his hands at me:

“Do you have a map?”
Knowing too well where this was going I rolled my eyes: “Negan please don’t” I say giggling while I take his hand.

“Because I’m getting fucking lost in your eyes” he continue, pull me onto him.

“You’re an idiot” I say laughing, burying my head into his chest.

He was so warm, and being this close to him makes me want him more.

Once I stop laughing we stare into each other eyes.

His hazel eyes were dark and hungry: “Do you have a name or I could just call you mine?”

He wants me and I want him, I can’t wait anymore.

“I’m yours”.

Grinning Negan finally kiss me on the lips.

I expected to be raugh but actually the kiss was slow and sensual.

While his tongue parted my lips, his hands went down from my hips to my butt, grabbing it and squeezing it hard.
“Mmh…” I moan, interrupting our kiss.

“You like it rough baby girl?” He asked, while he starts to rub his salt and pepper beard on my neck, causing goose bumps.
“mmm…yes daddy”

Giving out my daddy kink, I thought Negan would stop, instead he growled and starts to bit and kiss my neck.

“Daddy will make his baby girl feels very fuckin’ good”.

All of sudden he takes me up by my thighs.

Gasping I put my arms around his neck, kissing his neck while he walk toward his room.

I was so focused into making him moan that I didn’t realize that we reach our destination, until he put me down.

Negan walks straight toward his couch: “Take them off baby girl”.

I start to unzip my hoodie, a little insecure and self-conscious.

However once I took off the hoodie, Negan stares at my breast which sticks out from my tank top.

“Come here baby” he says licking his lips.

I literally run toward him, needing his hands all over my body.

Feeling wetter and wetter I just push him against the sofa’s back so I could straddle him:
“Feisty, I fuckin’ love it”

He didn’t get to add more because I grab his head and push it against my breast.

He starts to kiss them and bite them above my tank tot:
“You wear too fuckin’ much”

He literally rip my tank top and keeps devouring my breast:
“Goddamnit Negan…nngh… Did you really have…ah… to do that?”
He didn’t answer, he just growled.

It was so good with his lips that I start to grind right onto his crotch, feeling him growing under me.

That arouse him more, he yanked off my shorts and panties:
“You’re so beautiful…I fuckin’ need you, I fuckin’ needed you for so long baby girl”.

I moan and unzip his pants, tacking out his cock and start to stroking him.

He moans loudly and start to thrust into my hand:
“Baby girl, daddy needs you, next time will take it slow, but now I need to bury my fuckin’ big cock into your little pussy”

Nodding I align his cock at my entrance and I sink down:
“Fuck yes daddy”
“You’re so wet baby, now show daddy how much you need him”
I start to bounce on him up and down, while he thrust up into me.

“Look at this beautiful tits” he plays with my boobs, making me scream.

We keep a fast rhythm, the only sounds in the room where our moans and the sound of skin against skin:
“Now (Y/n) c’mon, come for daddy, let me see you come on my cock”
His powerful thrusts and the dirty talk were enough to take me over the edge.

I came  so hard, screaming his name, while I keep riding him:
“Daddy, come in me”

Negan wasn’t too sure about that so I assure him that I take the pill.

At that his thrusts became harder and faster; I keep riding me even if my pussy is sensitive now.

After a couple of thrust Negan came, muffling his moans into my neck.

I lay my head into the crook of his neck:
“It was…”
“So fuckin’ good” He complete my sentence.

After we catch our breathing I got up and start to dress up again, putting my hoodie on my bare chest.

Negan’s eyes were on me while I dress; he was staring at me silently:
“(Y/n)…Do you want consider my proposal again?”.

I turn around and walk toward his figure, still sitting on his sofa.

“This was amazing Negan…It really was…but I don’t like sharing my man. I need to be the only one, I don’t need a man who fucks multiple women…that hurts me too much”.

I peck his lips before turning around and walk toward the door.

Before closing it behind me I add: “If you wanna repeat that, you know where to find me…daddy” I wink at him and close the door behind me.


Negan smirk at her calling him daddy.

Since he lays his eyes on her, he thought about her just as another possible good fuck but after he had her, he feel something strange, like she’s the only one he needs.

He didn’t feel like that since Lucille.

Maybe he didn’t need all those wives after all.

Forever taglist: @youandyourstupidrope




Dear everyone,

I am not crazy. Stop making me feel like I am. 

Yes, I crave attention. Yes, I get worried and insecure if people don’t text/call me back. Instead of assuming I’m crazy, or too intense, or psycho, how about you ask why? Why do I need reassurance that I am, in fact, liked? Why do I feel anxious when I don’t get a response? 

Why do you think?

I’ve lived my life in the shadows, always ignored and treated as second best. My feelings aren’t important, they say. My needs don’t matter, they say. No one has time for me, they say. 

“Why are you so needy?”

“Why are you so dramatic?”

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Get over yourself.”


I’d rather have people to need than to cut everyone off and live life alone.  

I’m sorry if I’m too much for you.

I’m sorry if you don’t have time for me.

I’m sorry I’m annoying.

I’m sorry I’m crazy.

I’m sorry I’m so incredibly lonely.

I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry

I’m sorry I’m not good enough.

I’m sorry I’m Broken.