once insecure

I feel like we’re always talking about Tony being bad with emotions but like
  • give me Rhodey I’m-gonna-hug-you-and-drink-a-beer-with-you-but-if-you-start-talking-emotional-issues-I-gotta-suit-I’m-not-afraid-to-flee-in Rhodes
  • give me Natasha shoot-at-your-problems-until-you’re-sure-they’re-dead-than-cut-off-their-head-just-in-case Romanov
  • give me Clint I’ll-turn-everything-into-a-joke-to-avoid-a-honest-conversation-even-if-it-kills-me Barton
  • give me Bruce You-wanna-talk-about-feelings-take-it-to-the-Hulk Banner
  • give me Steve Listen-we-can-talk-about-anything-but-if-it-involves-feelings-I’ll-throw-myself-out-of-this-plane-parachutes-are-overrated-anyways Rogers
  • give me Thor I-totally-just-happen-to-shortcut-every-phone-when-you-mention-anything-deep-and-substantial-on-accident-and-could-you-explain-that-toaster-to-me-one-more-time-I’m-confused-about-the-single-button-I-have-to-press

Just give me Tony as a reasonably well-adjusted person for once, someone who is secure in his relationships and his own worth. And give me everyone else as, well. As themselves.

Home Run (M)

Anonymous said to oppamansae:

“I still cannot get baseball jungkook damn that was amazingly HOT ! God damn ! Baseball jungkook X Cheerleader Reader ?! <3 Smutttttttttt~~~~~ with a fluff ? XD - ok im still imagining baseball player jungkook *heart eyes*”

Yeah as shitty as the title is, I can’t think of anything else. BUT YES HERE YOU GO BEAUTIFUL ANON. BASEBALL PLAYER ROOKIE JUNGKOOKIE. 2,036 Words

Pairing: Baseball player! Jeon Jungkook x Cheerleader! Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Baseballer au!

Warnings: (slight)fingering, riding, JEON JUNGKOOK

Originally posted by mayfifolle

“And Jeon Jungkook is getting ready to take the next ball. One more home run, and this came is over. All the plates are empty – will he be able to make it?”

The entire arena cheered his name along with the cheerleading squad which belonged to the team containing the star baseball players of Korea, BTS. Not only were their visuals amazing, but they were all-stars, especially the main batsmen, Jeon Jungkook. 

“Takada Naoki is getting ready to bowl, and–” There was a thunderous ‘bang’ which irrupted from the bat of the brunet. “Amazing hit!!”

The crowd went wild as the player immediately dashed off the home plate. You cheered from your stage along with your group of girls – maybe you weren’t the main cheerleader, but you tried your best, kicking and waving your white and blue pom-poms from your position on the side.

“Jungkook! Jungkook!” 

The entire stadium chanted as he made it to third base, the Japanese team finally getting the ball, ready to pass it to the keeper. All the cheering stopped for a moment as soon as the ball was in the air, breaths being held in anticipation. The male soon slipped into home base as the ball was caught, the referee bringing the whistle to his lips.

Keep reading

Been wanting to draw Momo and Todoroki’s daemons for awhile! 

Momo with her house mouse, and Todo with his osprey~

They make a good team, no? X’D

Imagine: Peter can’t stop flirting with you, in front of Hook.

Warning: extreme leaves of sass


“You’re cute.”

“Well, thank you?”

“Can I keep you?

“N-no!”  You had only been on Neverland for five minutes and Peter has already managed to make you feel small and strange.  Not that it took much, it was easy for others to make you feel insecure and when you did you became defensive and sassy.  Most girls would think it was a cute attempt at flirting but you knew better.  You knew no one would ever think that you were attractive.  Although you looked confident your Captain could see your change in mood and stepped in.

“Pan, my crew and I are done here we just need permission off the island.”  You smile glad that Hook diverted Peter’s attention away from you.

“Did the sun come out or did you just smile at me?”

   “Cute, but no.” you couldn’t help the words that flowed from your mouth.  For a second you were afraid Peter would get mad at you.  Or at least until you saw him smile.

   “Fuck me if I’m wrong, but do you want to kiss me?”  You could hear Killian beside you groan, probably feeling extremely awkward and just wanting to leave.  For a second you panicked you couldn’t say yes or no.  But what else was there to say, unless.

   “Maybe, I always keep my options open.”  

“There is definitely something wrong with my bed.”  You look between Peter and Killian trying to understand what is even going on.  Peter is smirking waiting for a response, and Hook is rubbing his eyes with his hand clearly annoyed.

“Are you seriously just going to stand there until I ask what it is?”  He continued staring at you.

“Just get it over with, I want to get out of here,” Killian has lost his patients with Peter and hopefully not you.

“Fine, what is wrong with your bed?”

“You’re not in it.”

“You are impossible Peter.”

“Did you buy your pants on sale because at my house they would be 100% off.”  Okay now he has gone beyond making you uncomfortable.  You were getting mad.

“Screw you, Peter.”

“That is a terrible idea, let’s do it.”  All of your brilliant comebacks flew out the window.

“Stop.”

“Why?  I am sure I could make you very happy.”  That stupid smug smirk.  It’s infuriating.

“How, are you leaving?”  There was that comeback.  Where the heck did it go a second ago.

“You won’t get rid of me that easy.”

“You must be the Pied Piper then.”

“Why is that, love?”

“Because you are a massive douchebag and I want to punch you in the face.”  Not as clever as you could have been but still it got your point across.

“What is it like to be the most beautiful girl in the world?”

“What is it like being the biggest liar in the world?”  He could at least try to be believable.

“Stop being shy go on and ask me out.  You know you want to.”

“Okay.  Go out.”

“Ouch that hurts.

“I hope it hurt as much as when you crawled out of hell, bloody demon.”  He paused and simply looked at your face.  You would think he was thinking of a comeback except he seemed to be studying you.  When he looked back into your eyes you were certain he had you memorized.

“You are perfect.  Where have you been all my life?”

“Hiding from you.”  you smirk hoping you won this stupid little argument.  But Peter continues to act as cocky as ever.

“What are you doing this Friday night?”  You pause taken aback by the fact that he is actually asking you out.  For a split second you almost consider his offer before you come up with a brilliant comeback.

“Not you.”  Simple sweet and ego destroying.
“Are you two done?  I honestly want to go home now, so can we just leave?”  Hook tapped his foot in annoyance.

{I think this is like the my first contribution to the VLD fandom/LANCE and also, I don’t know much about heterochromia, contact lenses and spectacles so gotta suck it up, if anything} {Oh, warning: bad english because it isn’t my first language so yeah and this is going to be a really, really long post}


-Since Lance was young, he has been very conscious about the condition he was born with; heterochromia but what made it worse for him was that his left eye seemed to be in an uncommon shade of turquoise/blue(??) and kind of look like it is capable of glowing in the dark (yeah, he figured he can see clearly in the dark which was an advantage but again, it can glow like a fucking light bulb, how much more scared and insecure can my son be?) 

-His condition kinda scared his younger siblings at first which made him insecure about it although later on, they were fine with it

-So he began wearing contact lens in his left eye when he started going to high school because his schoolmates teased and bullied him for that before 

-His contact lens color is the same as his right eye which is a shade of very dark blue to the point it looks like an extension of his pupil (I know I messed it up in my art I guess lmao)

-For years, he went on with it then in the middle, his eyesight started to go bad so he needed spectacles

-And he was also teased for that so he had to get new contact lenses but still keep the old ones and a pair of spectacles with him, just in case

-This went on from high school, to the Garrison, and then, Voltron period started (Hunk only knows about the glasses since Lance can’t keep wearing his contact lens all day long and for some time, he struggled to keep his heterochromia secret going on)(Lance was right, Hunk’s the best of friends he could have asked for, for keeping his glasses thing a secret)

-One day, after another day of battling the enemy and saving a planet from their attack, Lance found his left eye exposed and contact lens missing 

-He panicked at the realization of only having that one contact lens with him because he left the extras on Earth when they had to leave. he didn’t think of it much at that time until then

-It was time for dinner and Lance wasn’t at the table to join the rest of team so when Hunk looked for him, he heard Lance’s voice from inside Blue 

-Lance said he wasn’t hungry so without needing to see his face, Hunk left Lance while the blue paladin has been going around for hours looking for his contact lens, thinking it came off during the battle

-Later on, Lance starts to cope himself up in his room once his insecurities started to overwhelm him and he was torn between wearing his glasses or just stay in his room to avoid seeing the rest of the team 

-After avoiding the team for almost two weeks except when there’s a mission (he leaves his room late at night to get food and wakes up early to hang around in Blue’s hangar all day long so he wouldn’t have to run into anyone else in the castle when they are under attack or got to their Lion), Pidge came barging into his room one evening

-Fortunately, Lance could cover his face the second she came in but after some shouting from Pidge and plenty of obviously pointless excuses from Lance, Pidge decided to drag Lance without bothering to ask him to stop covering his face (surprisingly, she’s really strong despite being the smallest of them, minus the mice)

-The group plus Allura and Coran have gathered in the room when he got there with Pidge, one hand still covering the left side of his face

-Lance finally removed his hand but only to close his eyes

-He told Hunk he lost his contact lens but then for the first time in forever, Hunk scolded him saying nothing matters anymore(his glasses issue) but knew Hunk did so because he was really worried

-Lance then agreed to Hunk and put on his glasses which he kept hidden in his jacket but still had his eyes closed which now still confused everyone including Hunk

-After thinking and making decisions in his head for a few minutes, Lance discreetly opened his eyes, subconsciously opening his left eye slower than the other

-As expected, the team looked at him in surprise and strangely, but was his turn to be confused when he saw Allura and Coran’s faces: their eyes were glistening with tears and beaming with excitement

-Not long after, Lance was confirmed to somehow be half-Altean when Coran made Lance undergo a test on himself and explained that Alteans have a medical condition similar to human’s (the one where your eyes can glow in the dark like animals’) but the condition made the eye glow brighter for Alteans 

-Weeks after the incident, Lance wore new contact lens, made by using Altean tech because he wasn’t used to looking at his eyes bare naked in front of the mirror and exposed to everyone (he’s still trying though)

-Also, being taught and guided to turn into his Altean form by Allura over the past few weeks, now Lance is stuck with having glowing freckles, which is another condition he could have inherited from his predecessor and is very rare (remember that starry freckles trend? yeah, close to that but literally glows in the dark) other then having the same Altean marks Allura and Coran have on his cheeks (THIS ISN’T EVEN HIS LAST FORM)


Bonus:

-Honestly, Pidge finds it interesting so she switches the lights on and off a lot just to watch him glow in the dark

-Hunk keeps spares of Lance’s contact lens for him, just in case things happen again

-Keith sometimes find himself staring at Lance (because who could have known he had a thing for freckles lmao)

-Keith’s situation could be merged with Shiro because damn, y’all and your ships. 

-(While maybe Shiro has a thing for Lance in his round glasses *dokidoki @ the sight of Cuban megane boi when he first walked into the room that night*)


I don’t mind anyone using this as reference or something as long as they tell me in some kind of ways so I am aware of them using it

I know I suck at writing so there you go

Good day :D

Addition (It’s really not necessary depending on how you wanna do it/Im just having fun): WARNING: SHANCE Lance: Wow, I didn’t realise I was training with my glasses on. It felt uncomfortable but it didn’t fall off though??? Shiro: *in his mind* Let’s bring it up a notch; Try riding me with it on.
Insecurities

@imonlyheretowatchstuff : So I have a prompt? Its klangst, hope you don’t mind! anyways, lance and Keith have a bad fight, ending up with Keith saying something to lance that just REALLY gets to him. Langst and he leaves. Just leaves. He packs his stuff and leaves in either blue or some other way. Thus ensures klangst however you want it. They search for him and you choose whether they find him immediately or later on then klance! He leaves a note, “I was only just a replacement.” or something like that. Its okay, if no.

 

[A/N: as you read, there is gonna be klangst ahead! I am really excited to do my first prompt-fill! I hope you enjoy, lovelies! I have a plan for what I want Lance to do while he’s disappeared, so keep an eye out for Part II!

Warning: maybe a little OOC, but I tried my best to keep them as in character as I could, but I know that Keith wouldn’t do that, and Lance wouldn’t do this. So just,,, keep an open mind, I guess?]

Part I 


The day hadn’t been good for Lance to start with – he’d overslept for the first time in a week, he didn’t get to eat breakfast because of it, and he must’ve been coming down with a cold or something because he’s had a nasal headache all day. So when he went to go see Keith while he was training, he’d hoped that the boy would be able to see how upset Lance already was, and snuggle up to talk about Earth or something to make him feel better.

“Keith?” Lance called as he walked into the training deck, looking around for him, finding him battling the Gladiator again. “Can you come cuddle?” He asked, not expecting anything but a kind ‘sure, give me a tick, babe.’ What ensued next was the biggest fight they’d had to date.

“No, Lance, I need to train. You need to, too. Zarkon won’t wait for us to be ready to battle him,” Keith said in between blocking and attacking the robot.

“But Keith,” Lance whined, rubbing his eyes. “I’ll train tomorrow, okay? But right now I’d like some cud-“

“No, Lance,” Keith snapped, turning to the Blue Paladin after calling off the training exercise. Minor progress, Lance thought to himself. “We need to train, all you do is sleep in, and expect everyone to kiss the ground you walk on. It needs to stop, because sooner or later you’re going to get hurt because of your carelessness. The war isn’t over; therefore, we need to keep battling until we defeat the Galran Empire, and save the universe. But you can’t seem to wrap your head around that, can you? All you do is make sure you get your beauty sleep,” Lance made an affronted noise, he’d been doing great at waking up until today, “flirt with aliens,” he hadn’t done that since Keith and he got together, “and slack off. It makes me wonder if you really have what it takes to be a Paladin for Voltron.” Keith knew the moment the words left his mouth that he would regret them. That he already regretted them before they finished being spoken. Keith knew in that moment that he had messed up, all the progress they had made with Lance’s insecurities came crashing down.

Lance froze, staring at Keith with wide eyes. Then he shut down on himself, hunching his shoulders. He didn’t say anything, he didn’t trust his voice to speak. Instead, he turned on his heel and walked out of the training deck, ignoring Keith’s calls to come back. When he passed the kitchen to get to his room, he didn’t stop in to say hi to Hunk, he ignored Shiro as he walked by, and even ignored Pidge as they worked on something in the hallway outside of the rooms. He was glad that he hadn’t passed by Coran or Allura, he didn’t know if he’d be able to hold himself together in front of Coran, and Allura didn’t like how he flirted with her, so he didn’t want to see her either. He finally walked into his room, locked the door, and then broke down.

Lance thought he’d been doing good – great even. He’d been waking up in the morning on time most days – occasionally he’d slip up and not get breakfast, but he’d been working on it, he stopped flirting with the female aliens they came across, feeling no need as he was in a relationship with Keith already, and he’d only been joking around when they were relaxing or eating. Apparently, Keith didn’t think he was doing as good as Lance thought he was. Until that moment, Lance’s insecurities hadn’t been bothering him for a few weeks, but Keith poked each of them as he got yelled at by him. He knew it was likely just stress causing Keith to lash out at him, and it wasn’t even Keith’s fault, Lance was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Logically, he knew that, but still, the weight of the words that Keith spoke were heavy, and this time, Lance couldn’t take it.

Keith was right, anyway. He wasn’t cut out to be the Blue Paladin, he was just a boy from Cuba who missed his mamá. He was probably just holding the place of the real Blue Paladin until he or she could claim their spot in Voltron. He swallowed thickly as his insecurities once again consumed him. He didn’t hear the banging on his door, or his name being called by Keith, or the apologies flying out of his mouth as he stood on the other side of his door. The only thing Lance was aware of, was that he needed to get out. Distantly, he heard Blue’s unsettled purrs, but he ignored it. He needed to make room for the real Blue Paladin. So, he was leaving.


Part II 

Part III 

A drabble masterpost:

Here’s a complied list of all drabbles I’ve written (I’ll update it every now and then), divided into sections. Most prompts within each section are flat-out Emison, but there’s a good amount of ideas involving the other girls and/or other issues.

The “random requests” section includes prompts that don’t really affect on-screen events (nor do on-screen events exactly affect these prompts), and the Emison drabbles are sorted into “established” and “non-established/in-between” categories in case you only want to read about them already being in a relationship or otherwise.

The “alternative on-screen events” section includes prompts that could have happened (if it weren’t for actual events); these alter what we’ve seen on the live show.

Note: If you don’t want to go through this list one by one, you can always find all of my drabbles (except for a select few) by scrolling through here: http://capn-charlie.tumblr.com/tagged/emison+drabble. This link will stay updated with my newer drabbles while this post may/may not be always up-to-date.

Enjoy!

RANDOM REQUESTS:

Emison-based

  • Established

[ X ] – “Alison finds Emily’s secret tattoo.”
[ X ] – “Emison’s kid gets hurt and Emily takes care of them.”
[ X ] – “Alison tells Emily that she wants to name their kid ‘Wayne’ if it’s a boy.” 
[ X ] – “Jealous Alison, set before Paige left.”
[ X ] – “Emily gets jealous when Hanna takes Alison to a strip club for her bachelorette party.”
[ X ] – “An uncomfortable Alison snaps at her class while teaching; Emily calms her down.”
[ X ] – “It’s Christmastime and the girls put Emily in a big box to surprise Alison.”
[ X ] – “Alison and Emily share a bath after a long day at work.”
[ X ] – “Emison’s honeymoon; Alison surprises Emily with a private pool.”
[ X ] – “Proposal aftermath; Alison and Emily tell the girls that they’re engaged.”
[ X ] – “Emily finds herself in a compromising position, needing Alison’s assistance.”
[ X ] – “Alison drags a homophobe.”
[ X ] – “Hormonal/irritated Alison.”
[ X ] – “Emily helps soothe Alison’s insecurities once her pregnancy weight-gain becomes visible.”
[ X ] – “A ‘typical,’ domestic couple’s fight.”
[ X ] – “Emison; one of them wants to cuddle whereas the other doesn’t.”
[ X ] – “Emison planning their wedding; Alison is shocked at how involved Emily is with the planning.”
[ X ] – “Alison and Emily take their friends shopping for bridesmaid dresses.”
[ X ] – “Emison’s first dinner party doesn’t go as planned.”
[ X ] – “Emily tries to get Alison to swim after school.”
[ X ] – “Alison has morning sickness and tries to hide it from Emily.”
[ X ] – “Alison secretly knows how to play the guitar, surprising Emily.”
[ X ] – “A jealous Alison fires their wedding planner without telling Emily.”
[ X ] – “Emily wakes up from a nightmare about the dollhouse, only to be comforted by Alison.”
[ X ] – “After-school rendezvous in the locker room.”
[ X ] – “Emily needs stitches.”
[ X ] – “Emison falling asleep.”
[ X ] – “Alison asks Emily to fix something in the house, only to hear Emily (very lightly) injure herself in the process.”
[ X ] – “Alison trying to convince Emily to fool around in the teachers’ lounge.”
[ X ] – “Emison’s Paris honeymoon; Emily surprises Alison with a view of the Eiffel Tower.”
[ X ] – “Emily walks into the house to find their friends over, also seeing Alison wearing glasses; Hanna teases Emily for being flustered.”
[ X ] – “Alison leaves a very noticeable hickey on Emily as a result of jealousy.”
[ X ] – “Emily gets jealous when a guy stares at Alison for a little too long.”
[ X ] – “Alison and Emily play darts.”
[ X ] – “Emison sexting during school hours.”
[ X ] – “Emily catching Alison pouring some wine (during her pregnancy).”
[ X ] – “Emily explains to her mother why Alison’s child will look like her.”
[ X ] – “Jealous Emily resulting from Alison checking out another girl; Alison and Emily kiss in the rain.”
[ X ] – “Emison discussing their ‘numbers’ (how many people they’ve been with), followed by a small heart-to-heart.”
[ X ] – “Alison and Emily talk about what they did during those years apart; Emily remembers seeing Alison in New York with some girl.”
[ X ] – “Alison goes away for a teaching conference, only to deal with a needy Emily.”
[ X ] – “Pam gives Alison (and Emily) her blessing when it comes to their relationship.”
[ X ] – “The girls tease Emison about their relationship (and their fascination with Great Expectations).”
[ X ] – “Emison’s 7x16 kiss from Emily’s POV.”
[ X ] – “A cute pillow-talk between Alison and Emily, following the kiss in 7x16.”
[ X ] – “Emily steals Alison’s phone and sets a daily alarm so she takes her vitamins.”
[ X ] – “Sabrina approaches Emily while she’s with Alison (and their friends), asking her if she’d like to catch up; Hanna tries to get Emison to pick her as their kid’s godmother.”
[ X ] – “Hanna asks Emison if they decided on a name for their child.”
[ X ] – “Hanna and Emily have a tradition of watching American Idol together, leaving Alison to witness them making fools out of themselves; Alison records Emily singing in the shower for later blackmail usage.”
[ X ] – “Emily asks Alison about the scar on her thigh, resulting in a lot of fluff.”
[ X ] – “The aftermath of Alison telling her father that she’s dating Emily/she’s pregnant; Emily tells Alison about the conversation she once had with Mrs. DiLaurentis.”
[ X ] – “The girls go to a bar for Aria’s bachelorette party, and Emily keeps checking on Alison; Hanna pokes at Alison about her sex life with Emily.”
[ X ] – “Emily teases Alison about taking her last name, repeatedly calling her Mrs. Fields; Emily is scared of a large bug and Alison takes care of it.”
[ X ] – “Emison doing a Netflix-and-chill date; their first ultrasound’s aftermath.”
[ X ] – “Emily gets jealous of Alison’s newfound, close relationship with Hanna; Emily finds out that Lorenzo is back in town.”
[ X ] – “Emily surprises Alison with a puppy and Alison stresses that they already have so much on their plate.”
[ X ] – “What could’ve happened between Emily’s ‘Just because you had a bad night, doesn’t mean we can’t have a good morning’ line and Emison making their way into the bedroom in 7x18.”
[ X ] – “The infamous top vs. bottom debate, ft. Emison in bed.”

  • Non-established/In-between

[ X ] – “Taking place right before the kiss in 7x16, Alison and Emily discuss moving due to the break-in.”
[ X ] – “Emily has a bad breakdown and Alison comforts her.”
[ X ] – “Alison watches Emily coach swim practice, feeling impressed.”
[ X ] – “Alison fulfills one of (young) Emily’s fantasies by wearing her coaching jacket.”
[ X ] – “Emily visits Alison’s classroom; Alison’s students tease the two teachers about their budding relationship.”
[ X ] – “An angsty (and fluffy-ish) visit ensues once Alison stops by Emily’s house to find her drunk (again), following Wayne’s passing.”
[ X ] – “Alison and Emily meet each other for the first time at a Halloween party.”
[ X ] – “Drunk Emison playing Never Have I Ever, taking place during the 6A/6B time jump.”
[ X ] – “CeCe gets really close to Emily in an attempt to rile Alison, set during Alison’s disappearance.”
[ X ] – “Alison confesses to how hurt she was when Emily and the others threw her in jail for Mona’s murder.”
[ X ] – “Emison’s night in 5x05 being Alison’s first time.”
[ X ] – “Fetus Emison; Emily is upset due to Alison’s excessive talking about kissing someone at midnight on New Year’s, only to be surprised when she finds herself having someone to kiss, as well.”
[ X ] – “An idea of how Alison and Emily first met.”
[ X ] – “Emily has a panic attack post-dollhouse, being comforted by Alison.”
[ X ] – “Fetus Emison; the girls each describe their dream guy, and Emily realizes that Alison is describing her.”
[ X ] – “Fetus Emison; Alison sneaks out to meet Ian as their friends are gathered at Spencer’s barn, only to return in an upset state when everyone (except for Emily) is asleep.”
[ X ] – “Fetus Emison; Emily and Alison cuddle during a sleepover with their friends, and Alison realizes that she loves Emily, leaving her to confess even though Emily doesn’t hear it.”
[ X ] – “Fetus Emison; some random party-girl gets in Emily’s face for ‘flirting’ with her boyfriend and Alison takes care of it.” 

Misc./Non-Emison

[ X ] – “Alison comes out to Spencer and uses the word ‘bisexual,’ causing some self-questioning to spark within Spencer.”
[ X ] – “Aria and Spencer start dating, post season two.”
[ X ] – “Hanna freaks out about Alison being in labor.”
[ X ] – “During the rush to get the girls out of the dollhouse, Alison and Caleb get into an argument regarding Alison’s intentions, thus revealing her feelings for Emily.”
[ X ] – “Ezra tells the girls that they wouldn’t understand anything about the Nicole situation, causing Emily to finally speak up about Alison’s ‘death.’”

ALTERNATIVE ON-SCREEN EVENTS:

Emison-based

[ X ] – “Alison walks into the teachers’ lounge as Paige walks out, set in 7x15.”
[ X ] – “Emily officially asks Alison to be the child’s second mother; Alison has a breakdown regarding whether or not she’ll be a good mother.”
[ X ] – “Emily confides in Hanna about her budding relationship with Alison.”
[ X ] – “Alison confesses to Emily that Paige stopped by before she left town.”
[ X ] – “Alison comes out to Emily.”
[ X ] – “Alison and Emily tell the girls that they’ve decided to keep the baby.”
[ X ] – “Emily and Spencer put the baby’s crib together; Spencer questions Emily’s relationship with Alison.”
[ X ] – “The girls play Never Have I Ever, revealing Emily’s recent hook-up with Paige.”
[ X ] – “Based on the line, ‘I’m sorry I tossed and turned all night’; Alison asks Emily to move in.”
[ X ] – “Alison and Emily tell the girls they’re together.”
[ X ] – “Spencer and Emily argue about Alison’s intentions.”
[ X ] – “Alison dances with Emily in 5x21 instead of Talia.”
[ X ] – “Alison and Emily go to the grocery store when Alison’s cravings kick in, only to run into Spencer who doesn’t know about the pregnancy.”
[ X ] – “Emily nearly chooses Paige, but Alison is desperate to prove her love for Emily before that happens.”
[ X ] – “Alison confides in Hanna about her budding relationship with Emily.”
[ X ] – “Alison comes out to Aria.”
[ X ] – “Things That Should (and Must) Happen, Moving Forward; a five-part drabble series following Emison discovering that the baby is Emily’s (right after Emily kisses Paige).”
[ X ] – “A protective Emily doesn’t want Alison to take her turn at the game, fighting against an angry Hanna.”
[ X ] – “Alison and Emily learn that they’re having a boy; Emily worries that Alison is unhappy with the gender, considering everything.”
[ X ] – “Alison and Emily introduce their son to the girls.”
[ X ] –  “Pam meets Alison and Emily’s son, and learns that his name is Wayne.”

Misc./Non-Emison

[ X ] – “Based on the 7B promo: Spencer, Aria, and Hanna have a sleepover.”
[ X ] – “Set in 7x17, the aftermath of Emily and Mona pretending to be in a relationship.”
[ X ] – “Addison approaches Alison with evidence regarding Emily/Paige.”
[ X ] – “Emily explains to Paige why she kissed her but why they can’t be together.”
[ X ] – “A.D. threatens Alison’s (unborn) son, making her realize that she truly cares for him, considering how he came about.”

Hannibal Lecter and food insecurity

Have you noticed that NBC’s Hannibal Lecter cooks everything in huge excess? Like, he’s literally hosting just Will and Alana for dinner, and he rolls out an entire roast pig with all the trimmings? Or it’s just him and Jack, but there’s like 10,000 calories in pricey perishables on the table?

Clearly, someone overshopped.

I don’t know if this is an intended character trait or a stylistic choice, but it hits on something that almost every emigrant to the West from USSR (and I’m sure tons of other countries around the world) can readily relate to: bone-deep food insecurity. Hannibal Lecter, who presumably made it out of USSR sometime in the late 70s-early 80s, seems to have never got over his original shock of facing a sudden over-abundance and variety of food in the West.

It sometimes takes emigrants years to un-learn instinctive food hoarding, and not everyone manages. This goes double for orphans, who tend to suffer from this compulsion even within Russia after they ‘graduate’ from the system and are able to plan their meals themselves. This behavior is especially noticeable with respect to meat, which was not sold very often in Soviet stores, and the cuts that were available were often, to put it mildly, substandard. (One popular joke went that Soviet pig farms probably slaughter their pigs with explosives, because the only things that made it to the stores were hooves.)

And let’s not forget fresh fruit. First of all, fruit was seasonal. You bought fruit in late summer and early fall, preserved it, and ate it through the winter. (In the spring everyone, especially kids, suffered from vitamin deficiencies, and this was a fact of life one just accepted.) But let’s take more exotic fruit - for instance, bananas. If bananas appeared in a Soviet grocery store, which would happen once or twice every spring in a few grocery stores of Moscow and Leningrad, each customer was limited to one or two kilos. You would literally stand in line for 3 or 4 or 5 hours to get five or ten rock-hard green bananas. And you would be over the moon with joy.

And so it’s very easy for me to imagine Lecter, even with all the privations of life in a state-run Soviet institution (a double-whammy of poor nutrition) decades behind him, *still* instinctively over-shopping for things that he never got to so much as sniff as a child: meat, fresh fruit, seafood, caviar - all the stuff he heaps on the table in such huge quantities for his friends.

Lecter might wear bespoke suits and drive a Bentley that costs more than most houses, but deep down in his bones, he’s still in 'food crisis’ mode, terrified that all these pomegranates, caviar, and steak are only in the store through some kind of unexpected laxness or largesse on behalf of the ruling Party, and if he doesn’t buy as much as he can today, they’ll be gone from the store tomorrow, and he’ll be left with nothing.

Offbeat (Part Four) - Auston Matthews

A/N: Here you go! Sorry for the wait but I hope you enjoy!! :)

Requested: Yes/No

Characters: Auston Matthews (Feat. Connor Brown, Morgan Rielly, William Nylander, Zach Hyman, Mitch Marner, and Kasperi Kapanen)

Words: 4,402

Warnings: Language

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Here’s the thing guys, here’s the things that gets me. Vex had already fallen so hard for Percy and she fully believed he was indifferent to her in that way. Vax could see that they were both crazy about each other, specifically in the way that Percy always listens to Vex’s advice and no one elses. The conversation Vex had with Vax breaks my heart because she really doesn’t think that Percy could see her in that way, she’s so insecure .

and THEN, the morning after her talk with Vax she has a heart to heart with Percy. Showing him once again how much she believes in him and his humanity and ability for change, and yet can’t bring herself to tell him how she feels because she’s certain he doesn’t have feelings for her. For him to then go right ahead and shatter her insecurities once and for all with the loveliest kiss. 

I just, I love them so much.
I love how they help each other grow and change and become better versions of themselves. I love how the progression of their relationship was sweet and slow. With him making her things and building up her self-confidence and her pulling him toward the light and reminding him of his humanity. That they have slowly started to realize how important the other has become to them.
I love these characters. I love this ship. I am dead. send help

Letters

part two


He’s a thinker, a planner, and a philosopher, dissecting life and the world’s inhabitants. He likes to study the girl in his Potions period. She always wraps her hair into a tight bun, never quite catching each strand or curl. Her eyebrows never seem void of emotion, constantly expressing each thought or concern. He likes to watch her think. She does this thing, licking a stripe along her bottom lip, then quickly sucking the plump, pink flesh into her mouth. She doesn’t intend to give him a raging hard-on, but then again, she doesn’t even know he exists. He’s like a ghost to her. Constantly watching. Constantly waiting for attention, yet never being seen, never being realized, never being noted. He has a ‘shrine,’ as Zabini calls it. Its nothing much, just a box of things significant to them her himself. She dropped a quill in a hurry towards lunch; he meant to give it back, but never felt the urge to separate himself from a thing she touched, used, cared for. He wants her to touch him. He wants her to use him. If she only cared- then the world would be perfect.
Everyone has a way to deal with things. Theodore swims in the Black Lake when he’s stressed. On a cold day, when the wind shouts and the moon beams, he floats along the water’s edge, staring into black nothingness, the chill of the liquid plunging into his bones. No one gets why he does it, but Draco suspects he finds some sort of peace, knowing that the cold and dark feeling is his choice. Pansy’s a whore and everyone knows it. She’ll spread her legs for anyone that calls her pretty. She once said, drunk and insecure, that sex was an escape from feeling emotionally raped. He’s never judged her since. Blaise, perhaps, is the most sane of the three. He sings in the shower. Sure, to other houses, it might seem mundane, but to Zabini, its something else entirely. He’s quiet. That’s all he is, really. He’s the quiet, winter chill no one can touch. He only even responds to three other people in the castle, simply because they’re the only ones who won’t shriek in fear. Even with Malfoy, he barely laughs. The only time Draco ever saw him gasp for air from a joke is when Theo peed on himself at the beach. Yet, when everyone has left quidditch practice, and he thinks he’s alone, by himself, Blaise will casually hum a Sinatra tune, soon expanding into a full belt. He actually has a nice voice, from what Draco’s heard. In fact, he wouldn’t be surprised if Blaise pursued in the art, behind closed doors, of course. However, floating in the abyss, drowning in sex, and singing into an empty loo didn’t really scream Draco. He found an alternative.

Dearest Y/n,

You don’t know me. I don’t quite know you. 
You see, I don’t even know your middle name. I don’t know if you like the colour blue, or if you’ve ever been stung by a bee. Yet, I know that when you’re feeling sad, you pick at your fingernails and get an unbelievably adorable pout. I know that when you’re happy, you click your toes along the tile floor and crinkle your nose like a bunny rabbit. I know that you’re grossed out by frog legs, and that you hate being partnered with Anthony Goldstein. 
I realize this all must be a bit odd, and even creepy, so I’ll tell you some things about me. When I’m upset, I close my eyes, and imagine you and myself dancing in a field of violets. You’re dressed in a pretty, white sundress, your hair soaked wet from our day in the ocean. The sun is drying us, and for once in my day, I smile, imagining what life would be like if you were mine. When I’m happy, I write. I write to you, telling you about my day. I tell myself you’ll read this letter, and that you actually care about how my existence. I’m grossed out by messy eaters, and I positively hate cockroaches. 
I believe you have the right to know I’m in love with you. I understand how hard it must be to understand. But, please know that I believe you’re beautiful perfection everything. You’re my Aphrodite, my Cleopatra, my Victoria. I feel like I’m flying with angel wings when you bump into me while reaching for an ingredient and I can feel my heart leap into my throat whenever I hear your voice. I know this is what love feels like, and I just think you should know.

Best Regards,
Draco L. Malfoy

Four of these were made per day. He would vent about how stupidly Gryffindors acted, or if Trelawney assigned a project over the weekend. At night, he’d dream of Italian honeymoons and promiscuous rendezvous in the Prefect’s bathroom. However, on a particularly gloomy, Friday afternoon in February, he was interrupted abruptly from a smutty letter on the fourteenth.

Dearest Y/n,

It is finally the fourteenth of February. Saint Valentine has separated a day from the year where couples and singles and friends and enemies can come together, spreading the sheer joy of love. I absolutely despise it. I’ve never been anyone’s Valentine, but I think I could be a good candidate. I know that if you were mine, I’d lavish you in chocolates and diamonds. I’d enchant the Room of Requirement to become a lover’s paradise, complete with a lofty bed. I’d spread you onto the silky, pink sheets, kissing your neck and ravishing your skin. I’d watch your lips pucker with a choked moan, rutting into the mattress as you claw my back. Slowly, I’d lift your delicate dress, trailing my hand up your-

WHAT?!’ Blaise huffed, throwing a book towards Draco’s head. ‘We have a Charms exam Monday, and I am not allowing you to waste the weekend studying when we could finish it all right now.’ He took one look at the undignified paper before willing away his erection, and marching out the dormitory with a slam. He really hated it when Blaise was right.
Macbeth, the Malfoy family owl, was making a round trip to Draco for the holiday. His mother delivered a fresh box of sweets, to ‘get through the lonely times,’ while his father restocked his Gringotts account. However, the eagle-owl spotted a letter on the desk of Master Malfoy, along with a heady stack of signed and stamped messages. Hooting towards Theo, the boy smiled, lazily, slipping into his pajamas. ‘Hey, there, Oh Great Ruler, Macbeth.’ The owl nearly smiled, landing onto the shoulder of its companion. ‘How’ve you been, you elusive thing? Good, I hope.’ Snatching a rat’s tale from his satchel, he threw it into Macbeth’s mouth, smiling as the bird happily nibbled on its treat. Theo jerked his thumb towards the letters, almost smirking. ‘Can you believe he’s been writing telegrams to Y/n L/n for nearly two years and has yet to say hello? All he really needs is a nudge-WAIT!’ The bird swooped down to the desk, swiftly picking up a dozen letters, including the dirty passage he had yet to finish. Theo was already a dead man.

a/n- part II or nah

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Am I too late to join the #BlackoutDay Festivities? 🤔
Nonetheless, I’ve been on an ultralight beam this year and I love this feeling. I’ve come to the realization that what was once my hugest insecurity is now my biggest physical asset, my skin. It still shocks me every now and then how I went from getting called blackie, burnt, charcoal, midnight, etc to getting complimented & asked to do shoots simply because of my skin. But it wasn’t the compliments that made me decide to embrace my skin, that actually came second. Once I stopped giving a fuck about society’s standard of beauty and realized that I was handcrafted by a perfect Creator who made me in their image, I began to see my own beauty. It’s my soul that radiates through this rich, ebony skin that I am so very proud of. I was broken, but instead of staying in that broken state I let my light shine through the cracks. Don’t be a victim to this world. Shine your light on it.

WE ON THAT ULTRALIGHT BEAM ALL 2016 ✊🏿
🌟✨👑⭐️☀️💫

Teddy Bear

Originally posted by middle-earth-journeys

Originally posted by avengers-of-mirkwood

Originally posted by thearkenstone-ck

MASTER LIST

“He’s a great big bear, he is. Can’t see anyone courting that oaf,” you hear as you walk through Erebor’s market.

You needed a few more ingredients to bake biscuits for Dwalin. He’s been a horrid mood lately and you knew that your baking would cheer him up. While on this trip, you finally figured out what brought him down.

Dwalin was the scariest dwarf you have ever met and you thought he hated you. You were a hobbit lass going on a dangerous quest with only men; he thought you to be the weakest link. A grave mistake that Thorin made, but he was proven wrong when you saved him from being stabbed in the back. It was then that you realized that he didn’t want you coming on the quest not because he thought you weak, but because he loved you and that made all the difference in the world.

You follow the gossiping dwarves eye line and you see both Thorin and Dwalin walking together and that makes your heart clench.

He told you, once, about his insecurities. About how he thought himself to be too ugly to even be looked at twice by any woman of any species (a/n: which is completely false because dwalin is hot af) and you assured him that he looked ten times hotter than any dwarf, hobbit, man and elf that you had ever met. That had lead to a very pleasurable night in the sheets that had you sore for a few days.

“You should probably shit your trap about him,” you say, casually looking through their stand.

“And why should we, Lady Hobbit?” The dwarf asks with a sneer. Without a moment’s hesitation, you quickly pull the knife out from your boot and throw it directly at the merchant, catching his collar and embedding the knife into the stone behind. That trick came from Fili.

“Because, Master Dwarf, I will have my next knife embedded into your skull. Dwalin is a wonderful dwarf and is far better looking then you could ever be,” you growl out and you hear a throat being cleared behind you and you know it’s Thorin as their eyes widen.

“Is there something wrong here?” Thorin asks making you turn towards him with a grin.

“Nothing, my king. Just telling these dwarves how cuddly my teddy bear is,” you say, pressing your front into Dwalin’s side.

That causes Dwalin to groan and Thorin to smirk.

“Ah yes. He’s such a cutie pie, isn’t he?” Thorin asks, pinching Dwalin’s cheek. Dwalin swats his hand away with a growl, but pulls you into a one-armed hug nonetheless. He liked being your teddy bear, but Thorin didn’t need to know that.

anonymous asked:

I saw the ask about the positioning thing and that x-ray talk had me wondering. How would each skeleton UT,Uf and Us react to seeing their s/o x-ray? Like the chest area or the whole body is really up to you

When you went to the doctor, you had to get chest and abdominal x-rays (the latter includes a nice view of your pelvis, of course).  You decided that since you’re dating a skeleton, they would probably get a kick out of getting to actually see your bones, so you asked for a disc with the images to take home. 

You call your bonefriend into the room right as the disc loads on your laptop.  

“Hey, check it out– I got some x-rays today!  Thought you’d like to check out what my very own skeleton looks like.”

UT!Sans:

Sans’s stroll into the room had him with his usual good-natured grin on his face, but the second you announced that it’s YOUR skeleton on the screen, well… you can see his grin slip, his eyelights  becoming pin-pricks riveted to the screen.  He comes to sit beside you as you flip through the three images, and you notice him tense up when your pelvis is in plain sight.  

“Sans?”

“…did you know that you have 206 bones in your body?”

You actually didn’t know there was that many.  You smile, thinking he’s about to start naming them, but when he turns to you, his shit-eating grin reappears.  

“would you like one more?”

UT!Paps:

“Y-YOUR BONES?”

Papyrus freezes the instant he sees the x-rays, his face flushing pink.  He has trouble enough dealing with the naked skeletons during Halloween, so seeing your bones laid bare on the screen flusters him even more.  It feels so intimate, him seeing something hidden beneath layers of skin, muscle, and fat, and he shifts uneasily.  He hasn’t even seen you without your clothes yet!

“Something wrong?” you ask, your amused smile beginning to fade.  Did you overstep some kind of skeleton monster boundary?

“NO, N-NOTHING LIKE THAT!  IT’S JUST THAT…”  He’s blushing harder and trying not to look at the screen, even though his gaze keeps getting drawn to it.  "I-I CAN SEE YOUR PELVIS!  AND IT.. IT’S DISRESPECTFUL TO GAWK!“  

“Paps, sweetie, it’s okay to look.  I thought you’d find it cool.”

“I DO!  I-IT’S VERY COOL!  THE COOLEST OF THE COOL, YOU HAVING A SKELETON INSIDE YOU!”  He comes over and slowly closes the laptop lid.  "…ARE YOU HUNGRY??  I CAN WARM UP SOME SPAGHETTI!  LET ME GO DO THAT RIGHT AWAY!“  

Yeah, he dashes out of the room with his face bright pink.  

UF!Sans:

"hell yeah, i do!”

Red is instantly at your side, taking the laptop and putting it on his own lap.  His grin is wide, and he slips an arm around you while he scrolls through the image.  The look on his face is ravenounous, as if you went to the doctor just for a sexy nude photo session.  "stars, sweetheart, it’s not even my birthday~.“

You elbow him lightly in the ribs.  "Are you saying you find me sexier without skin?”  There’s a self-conscious lithe to your tone that you’re unable to completely bury.  

“not at all,” he answers without missing a beat, his eyelights shifting back over to you.  "you should know by now that i love the shit outta your skin.  it’s so soft.“  He sets the laptop down and pulls you onto his lap, his phalanges gripping your hips.  Red leans around you to glance at the x-rays on the laptop, where he can clearly see the bones of your pelvis.  "it’s just also sexy as hell to see what’s beneath it.  your pelvis looks like mine, doll, so why don’t we match ‘em up?”  He winks, and all at once, the insecurity is gone as you grin.  

UF!Paps:

His face is bright red the instant he spots the screen.  "WHO ELSE SAW THESE OBSCENE PICTURES?!“ he demands, his eyelights glowing as bright as his face.  He appears pissed off.

"Uh, the tech, the doctor, the nurses probably–or at least the nurse practioner.  Maybe a radiologist?” you shrug.  Papyrus seems even more incensed over your reply.

“THAT MANY PEOPLE GAWKED AT YOU?!”

“It’s just an x-ray,” you point out slowly, not understanding the big deal.

“JUST AN–YOU’RE–YOU’RE LAID THE BAREST YOU CAN BE!  YOU’RE NOT EVEN WEARING YOUR SKIN IN THESE PICTURES!”

“Lemme cut you off right there,” you begin, holding up a hand.  "You’re being ridiculous right now, but I’ll let it slide because apparently x-rays are a huge turn-on for you or something?“  You’re smirking as you watch him become even more flustered, his jaw opening and closing, and his arms crossing.  

"I–I–DO NOT!”

“Just come over and look at them, then.”

He complies, plopping down onto the couch with his arms still crossed.  He shifts in his seat as you scroll through the images.  When you’re done, you turn toward him.  "Well?  Is it cool, or too obscene for you?“

”….. I WOULD LIKE A COPY OF THE DISC.“

US!Sans:

"TH-THOSE ARE YOU BONES?!”

Blueberry is blushing bright blue as he cautiously approaches the laptop, wringing his gloved hands together.  He looks from you, to the images, and you feel like he’s undressing you with his eyelights… all the way to the bone.

“W-WOWZERS, YOUR SKELETON… LOOKS A LOT LIKE MINE!”  

Despite his blush, he’s obviously quite intrigued by the notion of you both having skeletons, even if yours is a secret skeleton.  As he stares at your chest x-ray, however, he begins to look confused.  "BUT WHAT’S THAT INSIDE YOUR SKELETON?“  He points to a gray ball peeking from the left of your spine.

"That’s my heart,” you inform him, tracing the shape with your finger.  "And the black pouches right here are my lungs.“

"YOUR HEART?  BUT… I THOUGHT SOULS WERE SHAPED LIKE HEARTS.”

“They’re more like cartoon hearts, right?  Like Valentine’s Day hearts?  Actual human hearts don’t look like that.”

“WHAT?”  His mind is blown.  "THAT DOESN’T MAKE ANY SENSE!“  He stares at your x-rays for a moment more, before he starts pointing out others things on the images, and it ends up turning into a human anatomy lesson.

US!Paps:

"you know something funny about x-rays?”

“What’s that?” you ask as Stretch rounds the couch to sit beside you.  He takes the laptop and sets it on his lap, leaning back to glance from the screen, to you.  

“you can’t lie to ‘em.  they see right through you.”

He smirks and you shove his arm while he examines the images.  He’s not blushing, not flustered–in fact, he just seems to find them neat if anything.  "did they find anything on these?“

"No, everything came back clear. Whatever I have is probably just viral.”  You point to a few splotchy places in your lungs.  "It’s just congestion, not pneumonia or anything.“

"that’s good.  and the abdomen x-ray?”  He’s staring at it, but you get the feeling that he’s looking for pathology instead of oogling your bones.  

“No obstruction.”

“good.  here ya go.”  He hands you the laptop back, and you have to admit, you were expecting something different.  

“Uh.. hey.”

“hmm?”

You set the laptop on the coffee table, feeling your cheeks heat up a little.  "Well, I just.. I thought you’d care a little more about seeing my bones or something?“

He looks at you for a moment before a slow, knowing smirk crosses his face.  "you thought i’d get turned on over the sight of your bones because i’m a skeleton monster.  isn’t that being specist?”

“N-no, that’s not what I–”

“i’m just kidding, hun, relax.”  He grins and wraps his arms around you, pulling your shoulder into his chest.  His head leans down, his mouth directly by your ear.  "i mean, they do say it’s what’s on the inside that counts, right?”  You playfully push against his chest, and he chuckles, holding onto you tighter.  “seeing your bones is cool, but i’m attracted to you, not a skeleton version of you.”

Perfection at it’s finest... (Jeff Atkins imagine)

Originally posted by wkom

(NOT MY GIF!!! CREDIT TO OWNER!!)

Prompt: Reader is more thicker than most girls, she is dating jeff and at a baseball games some girls pick on her and she begins to feel insecure, jeff comforts her.


“GO BABY GO!!” 

Y/n cheered as she watched her man run for his life to get to home plate, it was the semi-finals and Liberty high was playing against one of their biggest rivals to compete in the finals. 

The game was tied 8-8 and when it was Jeff’s turn to bat he swung and smacked the ball so hard that the sound of the bat echoed throughout the field, the ball soared over the entire field and landed in the far right corner of the outside field. Quickly dropping his bat as the opposing team ran for the ball, he sprinted for his life.

“RUN JEFF RUN!”

Watching as he ran past first and second, the right fielder threw the ball to second so that he could throw it to third base, everyone in the stands were stood up and cheering loudly as Jeff passed third base and to home plate. The second base men threw to late and as Jeff slid on home plate the umpire yelled out,

“SAFE!”

The cheers intensified as the rest of the team ran out on the field and hugged him while jumping up and down with joy. 

“GOOD JOB BABY!! WHOOO!!”

She screamed along side the other students and parents, Jeff broke away from the group and pointed at her, mouthing ‘i love you’ while she mouthed the words back. 

The team ran back in the dug out and prepared to bat one more time since there was only a few minutes left and they only had one out. As Monty was getting prepared to bat, Jeff peaked his head out from the dugout and caught y/n’s attention.

“I love you baby!”

Y/n laughed at her adorable boyfriend and repeated the words back to him, as he put his head down y/n paid attention to the game. 

“How is he with her? She’s so fat and ugly.”

“Girl you already know that Jeff is only with her out of pity.” 

Even though she paid no mind to the rude and obnoxious girl, it still stung deeply. Y/n was never one for caring about insecurities, she knew that she was thicker than most girls and that she had a slightly bigger clothes size but she didn’t care. She had learned to accept and love herself, but now hearing it out loud and thinking about their cruel words really took a toll on her.

The boys ended up winning the game, but y/n stayed sitting down sulking while being in her own thoughts. It didn’t help anything at all when the same girls spoke again,

“Let’s go and leave the two fake love birds alone, don’t wanna see Jeff get suffocated by her.” 

Their laughs were loud and y/n tried her best to not let the tears make there way to her eyes and fall. 

“Hey baby, you ready to go?”

Looking up her eyes looked up to Jeff’s face, deciding not to say anything she stayed quiet and nodded. Jeff noticed her change in mood and frowned, picking up his bag and grabbing a hold of her hand, his frown deepened when y/n slipped her hand out of his and walked off the bleachers.

“Is everything okay?” 

He stopped in front of her but y/n sighed annoyed and gave an aggressive response.

“Everything is fine now can you stop asking me all these damn questions.”

Walking to his car she waits by the passenger door as Jeff walks up with a sad puppy dog look and unlocks the door. Opening the door, y/n freezes when she heard loud giggling and whispering, turning her head she sees the same girls and immediately turns back around and gets in the car.

Slamming the door close she buckles up and keeps her fist up to cover her mouth to not let any sound release. The tears came quick but she didn’t dare let them fall, she was angry, angry at those girls, angry at Jeff, but most of all angry at herself. 

Pulling up to his house, they both stay in their seat not saying anything for a moment. Finally, Jeff looks over at her and breaks the silence.

“Whats wrong? And don’t you dare lie to me y/n.”

Y/n shook her head as the tears slowly began to fall down her skin, Jeff immediately became concerned,

“Y/n, please tell me what’s wrong, it kills me to see you upset.”

It was as if all of her anger that was bubbled up exploded in that exact moment.

“YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT’S WRONG? FINE! I’M ANGRY, I’M ANGRY BECAUSE I LET THESE STUPID GIRLS GET TO ME AND FOR ONCE MAKE ME FEEL INSECURE! I’M ANGRY BECAUSE THEY SAID THAT YOUR ONLY WITH ME OUT OF PITY BECAUSE OF MY SIZE! AND I’M ANGRY BECAUSE I HAVE A DOUBT IN MY MIND THAT WHAT THEY SAY MIGHT BE TRUE! ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?!”

Getting out of the car y/n slams the door shut and begins to walk down the road to her house.

“Y/n, Y/n wait.”

Grabbing a hold of her arm, Jeff turns her around and takes in her runny face and sad eyes. He was truly disappointed in himself, how could he let her think like that he loved her.

“Y/n, I am absolutely one hundred percent not with you out of pity, I love you for you. How can you not see that I don’t care about what you look like and what size you are? My mother taught me better than that, screw those girls who said that you aren’t right for me or to thick for me. Just because you don’t have the perfect body that society thinks doesn’t mean you aren’t perfect to me. I fell in love with your confidence, your personality, your thick and amazing thighs, I fell in love with all of your perfections and imperfections.”

Pulling her into his body, he grips her waist and leans his forehead down on hers and stares deeply into her eyes.

“I fell in love with you for a reason y/n, you are perfection at its finest, and if you can’t see that then i will show you.” 

Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck and brought him in a deep long kiss, she had never felt this way about anybody, and she was glad that she had someone like Jeff. Pulling away she wraps him in a tight hug and hides her face in his neck. 

“I love you so much Jeff.”

“I love you to.”


A/n: I just ant you guys all to know that everybody is beautiful just the way they are, whether what size you are, embrace your beauty, you are not ugly, you are not fat, you are beautiful. All of you.