i need to hit the gym more

I Thought You Hated Me - Part 1

Request from @brieflybigwonderland​: Hi! Not sure if it is too soon to be asking for requests with you just starting this blog but you did an amazing job with the one I sent to your primary blog so I know you will with this one 😀 I’m thinking that reader works with The Avengers and she gets along with them all….apart from Bucky. They seem to hate each other and one night end up being the only ones in the gym, insults soon get thrown into the mix but then something changes and the situation gets more….hot? ❤ haha!

Note: So this is my first time writing any kind of smut so I hope I have done this request some kind of justice. I stopped before it got too long so if anyone wants more just let me know…I rather enjoyed writing this <3 I hope this isn’t too terrible!

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1721

Warning: Smut and slight dub-con.

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine. All credit goes to their creators <3

It had been a couple of years since you started working with S.H.I.E.L.D and The Avengers and you couldn’t have been happier. Each member of the team had become like your family and given that you had grown up without one for the majority of your childhood this meant a lot to you; there wasn’t a single person that you couldn’t confide in, spill your secrets to, even Tony Stark was occasionally a good listener….even if the conversation soon turned to him.

But then he wouldn’t be Tony if he didn’t boost his own ego.

Life couldn’t have been any better really. But then James ‘Bucky’ Barnes came along and it wasn’t long before things started to turn sour. Before you had spoken so much as a single word to him he had decided he didn’t like you – that much was clear by the death glare his sharp blue eyes had thrown in your direction the moment he stepped into the lobby of the building.

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i have a lowkey crush on one of the trainers at my gym so if you were wondering what my inspiration was 👀 👀

title: sweeter than confection
fandom: hamilcast
pairing: daveed x reader
rating: m for sexytimes
word count: 3618 (this was actually gonna be longer but I had to stop myself)

(request: hi, i love love LOVE your writing. homecoming is my favorite series of all time, i love it. could i request a daveed x reader fic where daveed is the reader’s private trainer? or just a fic where they’re working out together and maybe it gets steamy? idk, whatever your comfortable with, ily ❤❤)

You were hoping to beat your PRs and run a faster mile when you asked Daveed to be your personal trainer; what you get is a whole lot more.

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When I started it was like yeah OK I wanna get a leaner, more muscles body.  I can do that, do some cardio and use some machines, eat a little better, more protein, maybe a shake or two.  It’ll just be somethin to do in addition to all the other shit I do, reading and writing and drinking with friends and watching movies and TV…

Somewhere along the line that changed, I dunno exactly where or when.  Don’t really even remember how many months I been doin it for anymore, I just go, day after day.  I look at my closet and I do a doubletake cuz I dont remember gettin so much gear.  How did that happen?  Seems like every clothes I got has a Nike or a UA on em.  Dont even remember the last time I wore boxers or even boxer briefs.  Its been compression shorts every day for my whole life.  Was there ever a day I went to work I didnt have my gym bag with me too? 

Sometimes I think about the future and what could happen.  I keep pushin myself at the gym and it’s not enough.  Need more.  Ive been searching the internet for more things about muscles and sometimes I read so much about muscles that I kinda blank out and then come to and I’m in the gym again, and I’m counting one and I’m counting two …

Like just now haha I just looked up and saw football on the TV.  When did I put football on the TV?  I was watching some Netflix thing, wasn’t I?  I remember watching the game last night maybe I fell asleep with the NFL Network on.  I do that sometimes.  I got a pretty strong fantasy league this year.  But that’s not enough.  Need more.  Gotta play football too, I think.  Makes sense, with all this gear I got.  And this like, grittin my teeth shit all the time, like I’m gettin ready all the time for someone to just ram into me cuz I got the football.  And I have this weird feeling that the minute I hit “post” on this I’m gonna look up and I’m gonna be at the gym again, counting one and counting two and counting three and just really muscling through my reps and I’m gonna be sorer than fuckin hell but it’s all fuckin worth it, cuz muscles gear football is all that matters now.

Other shit just kinda fadin away.  I come a long way so far.  When I think about where I come from, it’s kinda fuzzy.  I still get alot of “smart” comments from people and sometimes it’s still a reflex but it’s harder to remember some things now.  Harder to remember the smart times.  The gym is so clear, muscles burning is so sharp, wearing gear feels so natural.  It isnt even gear anymore, its just my cloths.

Is this what I wanted?  Does it matter?  Cuz its happenin and I’m counting one and I’m counting two and I’m counting three and I’m counting four and I’m counting five…

Enterprise Di Mendes. ||

Authors Note: Hey my lovelies… Here is a bit of a CEO Shawn thing, I am not quite sure where I am leading with this… But, here is just a lil something. I hope you guys enjoy it! :) Xx  (Picture not mine).


I gradually wake up to the sound of a familiar hum and the echo of chords reflecting off the walls’. I am no stranger to this melodious sound, it’s something I find to be quite soothing.

I peer over and see Shawn isn’t beside me, the time reading. 4AM. I sigh to myself, shifting the warm covers off my body, part of me selfishly wanting him to be in bed to keep me warm.

I stumble my way out of bed, wrapping my arms around myself as I exit the bedroom. Following the trail of dim lights down the hallway, I discover myself standing in the doorway of his office. It is not something that is out of the ordinary, to find him in his office with a few chords and hums circulating the room, in the dim light at an ungodly hour. 

I smile to myself, appreciating the sound of his hum and the way it flows well with the chords he is playing. He doesn’t notice me until I step inside, distracting him from the row of angels echoing around his voice. His eyes instantly gaze away from the guitar in his hand, their glow narrowing down me before his lips begin to speak.

“Did I wake you?” He challenges, dryly. I shake my head, knowing him well enough to know that he hates to disturb me while I sleep. 

I have learnt my lesson with admitting the times when he has accidentally managed to pull me from my slumber. I don’t mind waking up to find him humming and strumming a few chords, there is something nonchalant about the character of his voice, something that does not always grace me, but when it does, I never complain. 

“Go back to bed,” He instructs with a subtle grin, but I don’t listen, instead, I take a few steps closer to him, sitting on the edge of his desk as he leans back in his leather chair. “Defiant, as usual.” He sighs with a petite smirk, as usual being somewhat intrigued when I don’t obey his request. 

I admire the quality of his voice far more than the comfort of loneliness laced between the sheets that emanate like him in his absence. 

“Mhm.” I hum with a cheeky smirk, “Why are you awake?” I softly challenge, observing as his broad shoulders shrug backwards, his guitar moving to sit in his lap.

“I have a meeting in three hours that I am not prepared for. So, I am trying to keep my mind occupied instead of going fucking insane.” He mutters lamentably. “I am exhausted as fuck and can’t sleep; so I am letting off steam through my guitar since I can’t hit the gym at this hour.”  He responds, lowering his eyes back towards his guitar, the guitar that seems to be his saving comfort when he needs it most. 

“Shawn,” I lament, benevolently spreading my hand through his ruffled hair, “You need to sleep.“ I continue, hating to see him in the current state that he is, a state that I see far more than I would desire.  

He nods, bowing his head as his hand rests on my thigh.

“I know, I know.” … “If I don’t win this client over, I am fucked. We are fucked.” He gestures between me and him, “this person has the potential to slay me, I can’t have that.” He shakes his head, his eyes suddenly turning dark. "I have too much to lose.” He croaks, biting his lip as I gently tug at his soft curls, a small smile forming on my lips to reassure him. 

“Darling, it is all materialistic,” .. “I am sure you will do fine, you’re Shawn Mendes, nobody says no to you.” I continue, revealing a stifled laugh from him.

He breaks his bothered gaze, giving me a smile, “You’re the exception to that rule, aren’t you?” He furrows his eyebrows, his lips curving into a cheeky facial expression, “Because you tell me no all the time," 

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Bi Rogers

(A/N): Heyyyyyyyyyy, guess who’s so sorry about her fanfic recently :D it’s me!

Summary: Steve is officially Bi, he’s known it since the forties, his only problem is how does he tell (Y/N)?

Warnings: none

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor, @livandlilah


Originally posted by imultifandomstuff

   Steve gulped as (Y/N) stirred beside him; he had to tell them- he needed to tell them. They pressed against him, nuzzling their face into his chest, shivering a bit when the cold air of their apartment seeped through their sheets. 

   He couldn’t keep this from Them, this secret was too big, it was something they needed to know. He could barely stand to lay next to them knowing he was lying to them like this, pretending to be something he wasn’t.

    A shaky sigh falls from Steve’s lips as (Y/N) presses a sleepy kiss to Steve’s chest, their lips slowly curving upwards in what Steve assumed to be a smile. 

   "Good morning,“ Their voice was hoarse, raspy, and oh so cute. 

    "Mornin’” is all Steve whispered, his voice cracking even with the small word.  

   "You sleep well?“ (Y/N)’s lips move against his chest with every syllable, nearly sending him into a giggling fit but not now- not with such a serious issue hanging over him. 

    "Well enough,” Usually Steve would ask them how they slept as he swept them up in his arms, holding them to his body as he pressed a tirade of kisses to their skin but that wasn’t the case today. All he wanted to do today was get away from (Y/N) as quickly as possible. 

    “Nightmares?”

    “I guess you could say that,” (Y/N)’s messy head of hair perked up at his statement, their sleepy eyes looking at him curiously as though he were some strange animal.

    “Is something wrong Stevie?” Fuck- if there was one sure fire way to get him to melt it was to have (Y/N) call him Stevie, or any nickname for that matter. 

   "No, no, sorry, I just- mission stress and all,“ (Y/N) nods in understanding, pursing their lips in thought.

    "Do you need to go workout?”

    “Yeah, a workout would be great,” Steve sighs, finally grateful for having an excuse to leave (Y/N) behind.

    “I can make you some food afterwards?” Steve nods even though he knew he wouldn’t be able to eat until he told them.

    “Yeah, food sounds great doll,” Steve threw in the pet name for good measure, hoping it would convince (Y/N) he was fine. With a tired smile (Y/N) kissed Steve softly and even with all his guilt and shame he’d be crazy not to kiss them back. With their lips pressed to his he felt as though he could almost forget about the nagging little thought in the back of his head, screaming at him to tell (Y/N) about his huge secret but as soon as they pulled away the scream returned, louder than ever. That’s why when (Y/N) began to pull back Steve pulled them back in, whimpering against their lips, a quiet plea for them to continue. 

   "Steve- Stevie,“ (Y/N) broke away from him, leaving his lips tingling and feeling cold. "Are you sure you’re okay?” Now, now would be the perfect opportunity to tell them- 

    “Yeah, I’m fine,” Steve smiled softly, “I just- I love you,” (Y/N) smiles at him gently as they reach up to affectionately ruffle his hair, something he rather enjoyed.

    “I love you too Steve, now get that cute butt down to the gym,” (Y/N) gave his leg a firm smack and flashed him a wink before they sauntered off into the bathroom to get ready for the day. Steve watched them longingly, wishing for nothing more to join them, take a bath with them, kiss their hair as he rubbed the tension out of their shoulders- no, he needed to go to the gym, hit a few punching bags until the sand began to bleed onto the floor. Yeah, that’s what he needed to do. 

   Steve quickly got dressed and grabbed some materials before heading down to the gym, locking himself inside so as not to be disturbed by anyone for a few hours. As soon as he stepped foot into the gym he was eyeing the punching bags as he wrapped his hands up tightly, perhaps a bit too tightly. He hoped by the end of his session the punching bag would be nothing more than a sad bag of leather and a few grains of sand- guess he had been quite right because by the end of his workout the punching bag had been beaten into nothing, all the sand having dribbled onto the floor. He knew he should clean it up but the promise of food upstairs and a warm shower was too tempting.

    “Jarvis, can you clean the floor up or send for someone who can?" 

  "Certainly sir,” And with that and a shaky sigh Steve tracked back up the stairs, up to his floor, and into his kitchen where (Y/N) was no doubt cooking him breakfast.

    Steve was silent as he walked in, his throat full off too many words, so many that if he opened his mouth they would come spewing out without an warrant so instead he kept his mouth closed and locked, not even the slightest distance between his lips.

    “Hey big guy,” (Y/N) smiled as they turned to face him, a pan in one hand and a spatula in the other. Steve gulps as he takes a seat at the kitchen island, his eyes trying desperately not to rake up and down (Y/N)’s form. “I’m making pancakes and coffee, sounds good?” Sounds delicious is what Steve wanted to say but all they got in reply was a small grunt of approval. (Y/N) eyes Steve warily but they dismiss it, after all they had earlier asked if he was okay and he had responded with yes so why question it again?  So with a concerned gaze (Y/N) goes back to cooking, unable to shake the feeling that something was wrong with Steve. 


   “Here ya go cutie pie,” (Y/N) placed Steve’s food before him, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek as they did, not even caring about the sweat still dripping off his body. 

   “Thanks,” Steve’s voice was hoarse and raspy, just as it had been this morning but a thousand times worse now. He winced softly as he took a sip of his coffee, letting the warm drink soothe his nerves a bit. 

  “I’m gonna go shower and get ready for work, are you gonna be okay while I’m gone?” Steve nods his head as he takes a bite of pancake, barely registering the taste in his mouth.

   “Yeah, I’ll be fine,” 

   “You sure? I can take the day off if you’d like-”  

   “(Y/N),” Steve’s tone was soft but firm, his captain side starting to shine through a bit. “I’ll be fine, promise,” (Y/N) sighs softly, giving Steve one last look before muttering an ‘okay’ and making their way towards their bathroom leaving Steve to sit all alone and dwell in his thoughts. 


   His coffee had small bubbles rising to the surface and his pancakes were slowly starting to soak up the copious amounts of syrup (Y/N) had piled atop them (Steve had always been a sucker for anything sweet) as he sat there alone, wallowing in his thoughts. 

   Steve had known he was gay the minute he reached elementary school, he remembered looking at the boys and liking them just as much as he had liked the girls but he was too young to understand what that meant and even into his early teen years when he started to develop crushes on the neighborhood boys he still didn’t quite get it. It wasn’t until he was nearly 25 when it suddenly clicked for him; he was gay. Not completely gay, just a little gay. He had actually found out using an unsecured laptop (Tony was always so nosy) that he was actually bisexual and from there it just clicked for him. He had accepted it and he was finally comfortable enough to admit it but was he comfortable enough to admit it to (Y/N)? The answer was no and that’s why he could barely been look at them right now. 

   So many things could go wrong if he told them- what if they found him repulsive or strange? What if they resented him for not telling them sooner? Or worse what if they left him? Steve chokes a bit on the tears caught in his throat, a sad whimper leaving his lips at the action. God- he was so pathetic, here he was, a grown man, crying all alone in his kitchen. And of course that’s exactly when (Y/N) decides to walk in (they always had the best timing) when Steve is whimpering and wiping at his eyes, a towel wrapped around their body as water drips from their hair. 

   "I forgot soap and- Oh my god Steve, what’s wrong?“ (Y/N) rushes to the man’s side, more than concerned with the way he was sniffling and rubbing at his eyes. 

   "I-it’s nothing (Y/N)-" 

   "That’s bullshit Rogers, tell me what’s really wrong.” Even though their words were harsh their hands on either side of Steve’s face were soft and kind, more caring then anything else. Steve sighs shakily as he unconsciously rubs his cheek against (Y/N)’s hand, sniffling once again.

    “I have uh- I have something to tell you. I’ve been meaning to tell you for a long time but I never had the courage and- god,” Steve sighs as he slumps back into his chair, rubbing at his aggressively red eyes.

    “C'mon Stevie, you can tell me, I won’t get mad,” Yeah right, like they wouldn’t be mad the man they’d been dating for nearly a year suddenly decided to tell them that he was gay. 

    “Promise?" 

    "I promise,” as extra reassurance (Y/N) presses a kiss to Steve’s eyebrow, allowing their lips to linger there before they pulled back, looking at Steve waitingly. 

    “So- so, I’ve been hiding this for years,” Steve bites his lips as the words finally reach the open air, something he had wanted for so long. He’d never admitted to anyone about his feelings towards men, back in his day it was frowned upon and he couldn’t stand the thought of being ridiculed even more. A sickly, small gay man? Steve was sure to get the hell beaten out of him for sure. So for 70 years he kept his secret with him, that was until now. “I uh- fuck,” 

   “Take your time,” (Y/N) gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, the small bit of contact grounding him back to earth. 

   “I um, I’m- fuck it- I’m gay,” Steve blurts out, feeling the words fall from his lips almost instantaneously. 

   “W-Wait, you’re gay?”

   “Not completely gay….” Steve trails off, biting his lip as he attempted to figure out how the hell to phrase his words. “I’ve always viewed men and women the same…I don’t really have a preference is all,” Steve mumbles, feeling his tears pricking his eyes once again. Now was the time (Y/N) would yell at him, punch him maybe, demand they break up, probably call Steve a whole slew of names but suddenly (Y/N)’s reaching up with their hands to cup Steve’s cheeks and run their thumbs under his eyes to collect his tears. 

   “Is that why you’ve been so strange lately?” Steve nods meekly which rewards him with (Y/N) gently kissing his forehead again. 

   “Why were you so scared to tell me?”

   “I thought you’d resent me, maybe you’d hate me, I thought that if I told you that I liked guys too then you wouldn’t love me anymore…” 

   “Steven Grant Rogers, that’s ridiculous,” (Y/N) kisses his lips firmly yet sweetly all the while wrapping him up in a nearly bone crushing hug. “I could never stop loving you and I don’t care that you like guys too, okay? I accept you the way you are and I wouldn’t have you any other way,” (Y/N) smiles at him their hands slowly playing with his hair at the nape of his nec. 

   “R-Really?” Certainly Steve was dreaming, (Y/N) wouldn’t be this calm about Steve being gay, it wasn’t just possible-

   “Really,” (Y/N) smiles at him. “I’ll love you no matter what, got that Stevie?” Steve smiles up at (Y/N), sniffling just a bit. 

   “I love you too (Y/N),” 

   “I still have to shower and I’m pretty sure you do too, how ‘bout I show you just how much I love you, hmm?” (Y/N) gives Steve a little smirk (one that had him nearly whimpering) and their hands upon his face suddenly feel like they’re burning his skin but in the best kind of way. 

   “I’d like that,” 

   “Then get your cute little ass into the bathroom,” (Y/N) gave Steve’s lips a peck before sliding off his lap, looking at him expectantly. Steve smiles as he slides out of the chair, following after (Y/N) as they led him towards the steamy bathroom. 

   (Y/N) accepted Steve as he was, they loved him despite the fact that he just so happened to like men and women and that’s all that mattered to him. 

Vanished

Summary: Based on this anon request-

do you think you could do a request on a character that has teleportation powers for some reason? like they were just born w them and the team/nick fury literally can’t find her until they set bucky on her, ensuing a cute lil relationship between them?? thank you if you can!!

Bucky x reader, FLUFFA LIL BIT ANGSTY, Word count: 3,636

TW: Bucky sneaks into your apartment through your window

A/N: Sorry this request took so long, anon! I tweaked it a little so the reader wasn’t exactly born with powers- it made the story flow a little better I think. I really like how this turned out though–I hope you do too!!!

Your name: submit What is this?


“Dammit, Natasha! Stop lying! Stuff keeps going missing off my desk and my hunch is that Fury has you stealing it, isn’t that right Nick?” said Steve, clearly irritated with the situation.

“I swear I’m not taking your shit Rogers. Just because you can’t keep track of your stuff doesn’t mean I took it. I highly doubt Nick has anything to do with it either,” hissed Natasha.

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My Masterlist:

Writing: 

Titles with lines through mean: ‘coming soon’.

*** means: Unfinished. Read tags if you want to write it.


Jamilton (OTP: Roast me, Daddy):

Coffee?

Say It Again.

I Promise.

We Could Be Immortals– Oh, wait

Mushrooms Ruin Relationships?

Am I Really That Comfortable?

Do I Look Like A Pillow To You?


Lams (OTP: Cold in my professions, warm in my friendship)

You Don’t Deserve Me!

I Really Can’t Stay

My Dearest Laurens

You’re Not Him


HamLaf (OTP: Sir, he knows what to do in the trench)

They Cuddled, They Kissed, They Danced

Aaron Burr Saves The Day


Jeffmads

It Was Worth It


Marliza

Only A Kiss?


Hamburrger (OTP: Smile More)

I Need You

Your Shadow


Madilton

What Had Thomas Gotten Into?

What Do You Want?


Aaron/Alex/Thomas

“You’re dating, aren’t you?”


Other:

The Hamilsquad Hits The Gym | Part One | Part Two | Bonus |

#HamWriter’s Write-A-Thon | Day One | Day Two | Day Three

Hercules Mulligan Forgot About St. Patrick’s Day

War


NSFW

Same Time, Next Week? - Jamilton

I Want. I Need. - HamLaf ***

Kissing - Whamilton


Hamilton Supernatural AU aka Till My Dying Days

Aesthetics: Alexander  |  Thomas  |  James

Writing: Alexander Introduction  |  Thomas Introduction  |  James Introduction 

I Love You - T&A  |  I Love You - J&A  |  I Love You - J&T


Aesthetics:

Alexander Hamilton | 01 |

Angelica Schuyler | 01 |

Marquis de Lafayette | 01 |

Hamburrger (OTP: Smile More) | 01 |

CeCi Korea June 2017 Issue: Boys, be the ASTRO!

Summer’s coming and you’re making a comeback. What comes to your mind when I say ‘summer’?
Moonbin:
What comes to mind when you say ‘summer’ would be freedom? I want to light a bonfire at a campsite and spend an enjoyable time. My hometown’s in Cheongju so a lot of times I’d have fun like that when it’s summer.
JinJin: If you’re talking about summer, then of course it’s the sea. I used to enjoy fishing with my family when I was younger. The image of someone fishing paints itself like a memory.
Sanha: I’ve only been to a waterpark once since I was born but it was a lot of fun. I want to go again.
Eunwoo: The sun’s up longer during the summer. It makes me remember how it would still be sunny out even though school has ended and I’m playing soccer. My dad’s really been into hiking lately and I want to tag along too.
MJ: A weather where you have to avoid the sun!  Doesn’t it totally seem like a song title to you? I want to eat watermelon underneath a shady tree.
Rocky: Maybe because I’d sweat more than I usually do but diet is what comes to mind first. Rather than hitting the gym, I want to try a sport that I can enjoy doing so I’m thinking of starting swimming this summer.

Is dieting important even to male idols? Do you regulate your meals as well?
JinJin:
I usually dance intensely so I don’t see the need to purposely go on a diet. When we finish filming for our music videos, I would hear that I’ve unknowingly lost weight.
Moonbin: Before debuting, my diet meals were personally planned and I would have chicken breast and eggs in the mornings. If I’m busy, then it’s one apple. I would eat like that. We’ve decided that we’ll now manage our own selves.
Eunwoo: We don’t pay as much attention to it as girl groups. But even so, we would each put in some care when there’s an important filming and if the other seems like he’s gained weight then we would tell him.

Is there anything after debuting that you want to be better at or something that has attracted your interest?
Eunwoo:
I think I need to continue studying up foreign languages. When we perform overseas, I think it’s polite that we learn their trendy words, dances, etc.. Because we have to do even better.
Moonbin: Me too! And having stamina is more important that I thought. We were always overflowing with energy pre-debut so I didn’t think there was a need to worry about our stamina but as we continuously carried out promotions, I can feel that my stamina’s deteriorating.
JinJin: I’ve recently developed an interest in fashion. If previously I only stuck to the hip-hop style that I like, then now I’m finding ways to wear clothes that fit my body and physical frame.
MJ: I think managing my stamina and just generally taking care of myself is necessary. I try to eat some nutritional supplements too.
Rocky: Seeing as how I’m a rapper, I’ve been thinking lately about how I should read more books. There’s a limit to how much I can write just using my own experiences. I’m reading and not too long ago, I asked Eunwoo hyung to loan me one of his books. It’s a book called but I’ve yet to start on it.
Sanha: I’m relearning the basics of guitar (playing). I want to be better at it. I also want to show acoustic versions of our songs.

That reminds me, aren’t you having your first solo concert in July? Is there a stage that each of you are dreaming of?
MJ:
I want to put smile on the faces of fans who are coming to watch our concert. I’m thinking of having a stage with JinJin.
JinJin: I’m going to do it with you (laughs). After debuting, I don’t think I’ve had the chance to really show my rap so I want to show off a dark rap that matches with original hip-hop.
Rocky: I want to show off a dance stage that’s worthy of hearing comments like “legendary” and “the best”. We don’t have that kind of image yet.
Eunwoo: Shall I go home today and upload one? With a title that says “ASTRO’s Legend.”

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On The Ropes - Part 2

Word Count: 4671

Warnings: Mentions of death, drinking, an obscene amount of fluff

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary:  Reader is a cop that was shot in the line of duty. As part of her physical therapy, she picks up boxing at the local gym in town, On The Ropes, owned by two brothers, Sam and Dean Winchester.  Dean is just as taken with her as she is with him, but she thinks of herself as broken because of her job and injury. Can Dean make her see things differently?

Read Part 1 here

A/N: The places I mention (except Mother Mary’s) are places that I visited often as a child and now as a mom, I bring my own son there. None of the images I have used are mine, credit goes to their artists.

Beta’d by @smoothdogsgirl Thank you!

“Well Sweetheart, are we gonna fight or make out? Cause I am getting some real mixed signals here.” He winked at you and you considered it, but all the gear made it near impossible for any kind of contact.

“Maybe after a shower” you leaned down, taking a over exaggerated sniff “cause you stink.” And you rolled off of him.

Dean stood, taking his gloves and gear off, then helping you with your own. Once you were free and clear, he crashed his lips to yours, the intensity of it taking your breath away. You had to pull away before you ran out of oxygen, resting your sweaty forehead against his.

“Yeah, well you stink, too.” He mumbled as he helped you to your feet.

“Nice comeback, D.” You laughed and leaned up to kiss him once more before stowing your gear and hitting the showers. You couldn’t wait for some real sparring.


It was Thursday and with only one week until your mandatory leave was over, you had really stepped up your game at the gym with Dean. He knew this was what you needed and he really was helping you get there. Things have been only slightly awkward since the incident in the ring last week. Both of you preferring to ignore what happened instead of admitting your feelings. Emotions just got in the way.

“Hey, Y/N! Can I see you in my office for a minute?” Dean called out to you as you exited the locker room.

You made your way over to his office. This could go one of two ways; either he hadn’t seen enough improvement and wasn’t going to recommend your return to work to your PT or he felt you were there. One way or another, your time at the gym, and with Dean by extension, was coming to an end. You weren’t sure how you felt either way.

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Gym Boy

Originally posted by ashirley246

a jackson scenario bc i haven’t done one on him (˶◕‿◕˶✿) & maybe bc he was on my mind the whole time


“Let’s hit the gym sometime soon,” your best friend, mark, said as he plopped himself on the couch while munching on his healthy snacks.

“Leave me out of your healthy diet and exercise routines,” you commented while switching through television programmes, looking for something interesting to watch.

“You need to do some work instead of staying at home and sleeping all day,”

“Mind you, I don’t sleep all day,” you defended yourself.

“Yeah right, everyone calls you the sleep goddess, what more have you got to say?” mark laughed and shook his head.

“Shut up, little cock,” you rebutted.

You shut up, stop bringing that up,” mark nudged you on the shoulder with force and you let out a laugh. He paused for a while, as if planning things in his head before asking “why not let’s bet on something and if you lose, you have to go to the gym with me?”

You were up for the bet knowing that mark was very bad at betting games and you knew you’d probably win it.

“And if I win?”

“Then I’ll get you snacks that could last you for a month and you can stay at home and eat all you want,”

“Deal,”


Lady Luck didn’t seem to be on your side and you lost the bet. You regretted playing with mark, and now you’ve landed yourself in a mess. You had to go to the gym with mark at least twice a week, and the thought of it drained you.

“I hate you mark,”

“I love you too,” mark teased and dragged you into his gym.

The gym only had a handful of people as it was during a non peak timing, which you were thankful for because you weren’t a fan of crowded places. Mark showed you the way to the changing room and you met him outside after you were done preparing. As you were trying out the equipments, you noticed some stares on you.

“Why are people staring at me?” you whispered to mark.

“Maybe they think you’re cute?” he shrugged and continued, “or maybe they think you need to work out more,” he said playfully and you rolled your eyes at him. “Maybe you should stop dissing me before I leave and drop you as my best friend,”

Out of all the guys who you caught staring, was a pretty muscular guy who caught your attention. He had black hair and some strands stuck onto his forehead because of the sweat. One reason why you noticed him was because of the black tank top that he was wearing. It hugged his body tightly and made his muscles prominent. Your eyes couldn’t help but made its way to the guy occasionally. You tried not to be creepy and discreetly watched how he exercised, and you had no doubts that he was one fine of a man. The way he brushed his hair to the back and his muscles showing while doing so made you feel certain ways. Not that you were very into muscular men, but it was a bonus, plus this man is good looking.

“Stop staring at him as if you want to eat him up,” mark interrupted your thoughts.

“What?” you frowned at him.

“Are you here to work out or ogle at guys?”

“You forced me here,” you rolled your eyes, “I’m going to the toilet, be right back,” you got down the treadmill and headed to the changing room.

On the way there, you made eye contact with the guy and he gave you a smile, in which you returned one. You freshened up a bit before heading out and decided to go over to the pantry to get yourself a drink. And that was where you met the guy. You were doing your own thing when a voice called out to you.

“Hi,” the man greeted with a husky voice.

“Hey,” you greeted back with a smile.

This man looked even better up close and he wiped his sweat with a towel before getting himself a drink.

“It’s your first time here?” he asked.

“Yeah,”

“Here with your boyfriend?”

“Boyfriend?” you asked, and then remembering mark. He probably thought mark was your boyfriend. “Oh no, we’re just friends, he’s like an older brother,”

“I see. I’m jackson,” the guy placed his hand out, initiating a handshake.

“I’m y/n,” you shook his hand. His grip was strong but not to the point where it hurt you. From his handshake you could tell that he was a pretty reliable and reassuring man. “Do you always come here?” you asked.

“Yeah, I’m here every day, unless I have something on,” jackson took a sip of his drink before asking, “What about you? Will you be coming here often?”

“I guess, but only if my friend’s coming, because I’m not familiar with this place,”

“I’m not trying to come off as straightforward or creepy but if you need help you can always look for me; just in case your friend isn’t free but you want to come,” jackson said carefully, not wanting you to get any wrong ideas.

‘Oh, that would be nice,”

“Wanna exchange numbers?” he asked with a small smile.

“Sure,” he passed you his phone and you keyed in your number. “Does it mean I can text you anytime?” jackson raised his brow with expectations of you saying yes.

You nodded your head shyly and hoped he didn’t see how much you were blushing. After you left to look for mark, jackson smiled to himself and thought you were adorable.

“What took you so long?” mark asked as you returned.

You shrugged at his question and smiled to yourself, thinking of what just happened with jackson.

Mark’s eyes fell on jackson as he trailed out of the pantry and a connection formed in his mind.

“Oh my gosh did you hook up with that dude over there?” his eyes widened.

“Mind your language, mark tuan. What do you mean hook up?” you gave him a disgusted look.

“Well, the both of you came out of the pantry one after another and you’re smiling to yourself while he’s looking at you with a smile on his face?”

“Nothing of that sort happened,” knowing what mark was thinking, “he just asked for my number,”

“Wow, what was he thinking?” mark dissed you jokingly.

“That’s it you’re no longer my best friend. Go be your little cock,”

“Shut up,”

You shut up,”

A while later jackson left and while he was packing, you glanced over at him. The boy gave you smile and signalled that he was leaving. You were slightly disappointed that he was done but you were sure the both of you would be meeting again soon. You and mark stayed on for another 45 minutes or so and as you were in the changing room ready to leave, you received a text.

“Hi, this is jackson. Are you free to gym together and get dinner tomorrow?”

Happy Monday!

April 3rd, 2017

Good morning, all! I’m a little recharged. Y’know, I’m really happy I journaled last night. I feel like I averted a complete panic attack. Talked with my sister more, which always helps. We’re in this together. My fiance is working from home today. Man, as much as we really love the Subaru, stuff keeps happening to it. A pebble hit our windshield so now we’re waiting on Safelite.

Goals

Steps: I’ve been keeping up with the gym for a few weeks now, but I think I need to keep my steps between 10,000-15,000. Now, I’ve been getting between 20,000-25,000 very often lately and I know you’re thinking, “Why on Earth move less?” I simply do not rest enough and I seem to eat much more appropriately for an activity level around 10,000-15,000 steps and what I do at the gym that morning.  

Squats: I’ve decided since last month was all about doing push ups, I’m going to take it upon myself to do squats this month. So, 100 squats every day in April. I’ll probably still do push ups on my upper body days. They’ve sort of just fallen into that routine and that’s awesome because I actually saw results!

My Monthly Workout Challenge: I am so excited to get started with this. I don’t even know what team I’m on yet, but I’m so ready!

Bits and Bobs

Migraines: They were much better this weekend. The weather really improved, which is the bulk of it. I felt like I was coming down with one last night because I was so emotional (it’s stupid how easy it is to trigger one sometimes) but I sat in a really dark room for a while and it called down. I’m becoming better at identifying triggers and my more subtle prodrome cues. It’s easy to tell when you have an aura, y’know? It’s not so easy to connect every little dull ache, tingle, or mood swing to prodrome, though.

Results of Push Up Challenge: I didn’t take any pictures, and the results are only really palpable because of my skin, anyway. I’m actually really happy with the result after one month. It’s made more progress on my triceps than most things have all year, so I’m going to keep doing them regularly!

Things That Make Me Smile

It would have been easy to convince myself to eat a lot of stupid things yesterday, but I sat down and wrote down everything I was thinking and feeling. That’s what that post yesterday was all for and about. I really recommend that anytime you’re feeling strong emotions to write something down, even if it’s a few sentences. At the end of the day, the “streak” is just a number but I’m really proud of that ‘24′ this morning.

7

I’m baaaaaack!

Hi, friends! I’ve missed all of you! I wish I could promise that I will catch up on what I’ve missed, but I’m going to have to rely on all of your tolerance for me as a cactus friend, because the pace of life seems unlikely to allow me that much additional time. 

This past week has been spring break, and whereas that usually means a slower pace at work, that was NOT the case this spring break.  We’re expanding our office space, and we are on the campus of an elementary school, so all of our major moving had to take place while students were off campus.  Plus, I had a ton of homeowner projects going on.  And…of course, for my own sanity, I had to fit in a little fun and reading time! Speaking of reading–The Hate U Give–put it on your to-read list.  Trust me.  Doooo it! It is phenomenal, and the opportunities for discussion are amazing.  I already have several friends reading it and it’s going to be next month’s book for gym book club!

I have to say, though, I am soooo not used to maintaining this sort of pace for my life.  I have had something going on from early morning into the evening/night most days and my poor regular schedule is just destroyed.  I am mostly a creature of habit, so that’s a challenge for me.  I like my routine.  I have not been keeping up with my checklist (for shame!!), and I didn’t go to the gym at all last week.  (Although, I did get LOTS of steps from moving and hiking with Conner and with friends after work.) Still…I’ve also overindulged more than once–notice our office snow cone day photo. I am craving order!! This week, we are eating all vegetarian, healthy meals and I’m doing my best to hit the reset button.  This chaos has caused me to notice some things that I’d like to work on, so I think next week I’ll be starting a new daily/weekly checklist.  I need some updates.  I think there are things I can safely take off the list and some that I need to add. Riveting…I know you can’t wait for that update! ;)

Mostly, I’ve just missed you all!  I’m excited that I think from this afternoon forward I should have at least a bit more time back! :) Also, please consider this my belated SD&S post for @thelipstickchronicles, @leebeeloves, and @liikeahummiingbiird! <3 Thanks, friends!!!!!!! :)  

Too Right To Be Wrong [Chapter 2]

Originally posted by myjaebutt

Chapter 2 of Too Right to Be Wrong

Chapter 1

Series Genre: Angst/Smut/Fluff

Warnings: Adult Content


Mark didn’t hesitate, he pulled you onto his lap immediately causing you to giggle in shock.

He looked at you again in the same way he had just a few minutes earlier. It was a look of complete adoration and need. You felt as if you were going to melt. He bit his bottom lip as his eyes scanned your body.

“Mark,” you whispered… “I want you”.

Mark groaned at your words, they were all he had ever wanted to hear.

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anonymous asked:

You said you liked muscles, right? I know you usually get asked with bellies, but do you have any buff muscle head canons? If you do, let's go with Rin from Free, Ben Tennyson, and the twins from Ouran. (If you feel like you can't give a LONG explanation, then can it be a short list of what you'd want to see?)

Okay I can give these a shot though this is really out my wheelhouse and I’m not 100% sure you’re wanting. This could take some different routes with some of them especially because of differences in their states (Rin already has noticeable but Ben and the Twins don’t as much).

Originally posted by starfish-mako

(As a weightlifter who at least TRIES to have good form unless there is a swimmers technique that I’m not aware of this is the single most frustrating and annoying gif in all of Free. He’s pumping his legs and is cheating to get more reps but no actual tension on the pull up so he’s not actually working toward failure. If he needed to go for more reps they have assistance bands for that to help him.)

(At least this one seems to be with better form. Admittedly we don’t see his legs, but he’s properly holding for a split second at the top of the contraction. If he holds it there it can help build strength and muscle size)

(but oh my look at the separation of the head of the bicep. Beautiful)

Okay I’m not 100% sure where to start out with a muscle canon on Rin since there’s a long history. I’m sure part of it has to do with his desire to be like his dad and Gou is a factor as well. It’s hard to say if his working out came first, if she was influenced by her dad, or if Gou’s muscle kink has helped to push Rin on his muscle. One way or another, Rin’s love of muscle and trying to push himself has long been ingrained in him. The one difference with Rin is because he’s a swimmer is while he can get bigger and stronger, he has to be proportioned a particular way. He may get slightly bigger but he’ll always stay proportioned right. 

While the gif may prove me wrong, I think that Rin would be a lot like Rei and want to make sure he’s doing things correctly and making sure he’s doing things with the proper form and with a focus on improving mobility. Especially once he knows and they try to fix Sousuke’s shoulder (which is a thing I understand well let me tell you that) they will both want to increase range of motion and reduce injury as well. He’s going to do it right and be smart about it

But I think Rin’s love of muscle would manifest early, probably at least in the end of junior high. He’d love seeing himself go faster, stronger, and seeing his muscles grow. I could see Gou helping (or forcing) Rin to measure his muscles to see if he’s gaining muscle and which things he need to work on. This also leads into why he’s more well proportioned. I think he’s more overall better shape when Makoto has a better back and according to @dumdumdrawstumtums​ a Hank Hill butt, but Rin is more well rounded. It is possible because he started to work out earlier than Sousuke and Makoto that Rin isn’t as tall as them (it can be possible that working out with too much weight too early can stunt growth which could explain me compared to others but I have never seen real studies on this, just older books I’ve read so could totally be a myth) but he’s going to have much higher flexibility (as evidenced by his tumblr rep as a stripper)

I do think that Rin likes to subtly show off his muscle by wearing tight clothes or revealing clothing. I also think with him liking muscle and probably always working towards putting on muscle and increasing strength as long as it doesn’t slow down his swimming since that’s his ultimate goal for now. I can definitely see Rin loving growing out of clothes when his arms are too tight for the sleeves or his shirt starts to ride up his back if he flexes too much or his chest when he moves makes his shirt bunch up or it starts to pinch around armpit. Once he loosens up I could see Rin putting on a display for Sousuke or Momo and Nitori (and they would all react differently if heaven forbid he actually tore a shirt). He might be convinced to flex in front of the team, and I halfway believe that they could teach the team more about anatomy by just having Rin pose in a swimsuit. 

I think that there is definitely a possibility in the future especially after he’s done with swimming that Rin could turn professional model and could be someone that will end up on magazine covers or even do like physique competitions. I also think as he got older, he might try to develop his upper body a bit more so he will have a much more defined V shape (though he’s definitely not bad now) Do I still think Rin is an eater? ABSOLUTELY. My favorite is he’s a hard gainer so is having to constantly eat. He may try the technique of intermittent fasting where he only eats within a certain window or even just one big meal, but I like to think that he’s the type that would love to both have a great eating capacity but have the great bod to match. 

One last thing though, is I think that if Rin knows you’re into him and muscle, he’s REALLY going to torture you and he’ll love it. He’d be the type that would throw an arm around Momo and make sure to subtly flex his bicep or squat so you see his butt or flex his back or SOMETHING to tease you about it. Even do something like flex his obliques or let his tank top strap fall off his shoulder to show off his shoulder or his pec or heck I even see him lifting up his shirt to flex his abs and even do the wave with them (I actually think he has a lot of muscle control there so he could even pretend to bloat out if he wanted or do the vacuum). He’s a doof that will exploit you if he knows your weakness is him. 

Now Ben Tennyson is another interesting one because we KNOW for a fact that he grows into this:

Though I personally really hope he reconsiders on that facial hair.

But at some point he really does start to workout. Again I like to think he’s hard gainer and has to eat a ton to be able to put on mass but that’s a different canon (that I’ve already written lol). For Ben, I think that that basically comes out of the decision that he needs to get stronger and he’s constantly fighting. So he would have a much more different kind of ton and strength because it would be fighting based muscles but I do think between high school and college that Ben would really start to hit the gym both with weights and probably like agility training. Mostly likely with Kevin (RIP attractive buff Kevin) being his trainer/spotter. I could see them both spending time at the gym together and Kevin really helping Ben to push his limits and watch his form so he would improve quickly.

I think that with that kind of training and his eating habits, that Ben would bulk up very quickly with beginner gains and probably keep it up the whole time. Also like Rin I think he’d be one that would LOVE to show off his muscle once he starts. First his leather jacket would start to get tight, then his tshirts and I think Ben would LOVE to have his sleeves rip or bulge out. I could see him being the type that would wear a tight V neck tshirt and then love to bounce his pecs if someone was interested. Or really if Ben was just being really bad at flirting. Same with raising his shirt to show his abs or just finding an excuse to take off his shirt. Once he gets big enough, he would just peel it off for no real reason other than “comfort” and freedom of movement.

Ben would be the type that would try to strike poses when he was trying to show off and may even do it during battle if he thought someone was looking. I also imagine that he’d love to go swimming a lot more and like relax from a battle in a sauna or jacuzzi. Rook would have a lot of mixed feelings about this because it was a gratuitous display but he’s also probably really like being able to watch himself.

Honestly as long as he kept his mobility up, I really do think that Ben would be more likely to to get into legit bodybuilding probably thanks to Kevin’s influence. Maybe not enough to do anything competitive but he’d really like to have the power trip and know he’s looking good. I also think he did it on the added idea that the stronger his human body is, the stronger that the rest of his forms are so it is actually better for him to bulk up. But then I also had the strange thought of Ben doing a swimsuit calendar for the entire galaxy that will sell like hotcakes.

Originally posted by nicorobin

The Hitachiin twins would be an interesting bunch. If muscle captured their attention long enough they could be really interesting. Only problem is I could see them being fickle. HOWEVER that could be applied to them doing different types of work outs or sports so they are always showing off on what they are doing. 

I have the feeling that if either Haruhi showed interest in muscle (which I have no problem with there) or a subset of the clientele had a muscle fetish, I think the pair would pounce on it. and by that I mean literally do it as part of the club. The twins would probably set up a gym in the corner of the club and workout for everyone, most likely shirtless just to show off to everyone. 

You know that the pair would tease everyone too by doing something like “Hikaru, don’t you think my bicep is bigger?” “No Kaoru, don’t think my tricep is better defined?” “Well my delts are bigger!” “Oh yeah? My calves are AMAZING!” “What do you think Haruhi?” “Yeah what do you think?” *poses in front of all the girls and Haruhi to try to get attention.* This doesn’t include when they start to come on to each other either

Originally posted by loveandjustice

Then they would always play the switching game so they would probably stay roughly the same size, though Haruhi would always be able to tell the difference and even point out some subtle muscle differences. I think once they got big enough it’s very likely that they would end up being a feature of the club and have some sort of muscle posing contest potentially only in colored posing trunks. 

They would definitely flirt more with their bodies and they would put flexing as part of their hosting time. I could see if they got strong enough that they would lift or bench press some of the girls or pull them up by lifting their arms. I also think they would give lots of piggy back rides and flatter the girls saying how they weren’t heavy at all but everyone would love it because they would get to touch their broad muscular backs. Generally I think they would have some fun showing off their strength and fitting into form fitting clothes. I don’t think they would get SUPER buff, again more fitness model size but everything would be tailored to fit them really well. So everything would show off their figure and be a general tease. They most likely are going to have to have the type of pants that have some sort of elastic in them so that they can sit without having to tear the seat of their pants.

I also think that they would end up taking votes on which muscle group they should work on that day when they worked out in front of everyone. I think they would love to tease Tamaki with their muscle and he probably end up getting a personal trainer of his own too. But even then, they would flex right in front of Tamaki. I could see them sitting really close to him (like they were that in that RottenHeart pic with their bellies) and let their big shoulders muscles just be right there. And then probably pec bounce right in front of him just to get him flustered. 

Shape of You

Hi guys! It’s really unbelievable for me that I post my writing in english. I write in hungarian since 2012 but this is my first time to translate something to english. I hope you will enjoy it and please be gentle because my first lenguage isn’t english and tried to do my best but I don’t know if it was enough. I hope it’s okay for you! Enjoy this little thing of mine!

Also wanted to say that this story has already two parts but only the first one is translated and If you liked this one just let me know and I translate the other one too! I really appreciate the feedback! Thanks!

Ps.: This first part is quite a personal one because the girl’s thoughts are my real thoughts and I am currently in the same situation as her… I just began my journey but I’m really enjoying it! Hope you don’t mind I wrote about it!

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader

Word count: 4404

Summary: Going to the gym have become an addiction to our reader. But it was a good one because she needed this. She wanted to get back her body, the control of it. She needed this… and one day when she had almost quit… she met someone.

Inspiration: When I first heard the song I was already in love with it… but when I saw the video… it was my ultimate motivation. I knew I had to write about it!

Please let me know what you think after reading this part! THANK YOU!

I knew this wouldn’t be easy but I also knew that I had done it before so I can and I will do it again. But this time with more insistence and more presence of mind. I have never been a skinny girl I was more a curvy one or even bigger than that. During my high school years I lost 45 pounds but after that I didn’t pay much attention to my meals and workouts so what I had lost then… I got it back. Even if I was healthy I didn’t felt good in my own skin.  I wasn’t mad at myself because I knew that I can do it again and now I have the real willpower and self-disclipne that will help me. When I started this again I knew that I needed this kind of constancy in my life. This was the only stable point in my days: going to the gym, every single day.

I don’t say that every single day I had the motivation and the smile on my face when I hit the treadmill or anything else in the gym but I knew it then and I know it now too that whenever I am able to do even a 20 minutes workout it’s more than nothing. I can do it, I can do it… it was my mantra.

I was spending my third year at the NYU. Before I lived in a little town but I always loved the spirit of New York and I really needed a change after my years at high school. I had to get out that ambience, that town because I felt I was choking there and that it was poisoning me constantly. My so-called friends, my family… everything made me want to leave.

This all happened 3 years ago. I had my own ups and downs but I always thought about myself as a positive girl, so when I had enough of the poison I decided to put myself first and get the control of my body back.

This decision was made 4 months ago after I got back to New York from my trip to my hometown where I had my worst days of my life… I felt really hopeless and I knew if I don’t figure it out soon how to get rid of this stress… it could end really bad.

During the last 4 months the gym, my workouts were my refuges and some kind of addiction but my body was really thankful for that. I really changed my lifestyle, I was on a quite strict diet but it was worth it (I needed that change because the things I was eating… was all trash).  Just after the end of my 4th month in the gym I checked my weight on the bathroom scales. 23 pounds were gone. I am not really a scale person because I don’t believe in numbers but this time it made me really happy… like I felt I could fly.

When I started all this and I was searching for a gym the most important thing for me was to find one that is not so popular. I don’t have problems with dealing with people I think I am a really friendly person I just wanted a real quiet place that was all. All I wanted that was to focus on myself and not anybody else.

As the days and months passed I worked up my own routine. When I got out of the dressing-room I put my headpones on and shut out the world. Sometimes I lost myself so much in the music that I started to dance or even sing a little bit. I didn’t care, other people opinion never bothered me. I did this for myself and this was the most important thing for me. It was my mission.

But today didn’t started the way I wanted and the problem wasn’t even that it was Monday. When I woke up I felt that I have zero motivation and I don’t want to get out of the bed… for a week. At least. I had no strenght and no humour. I was thinking about quitting this whole damn thing.

- You still here? – my roommate entered in my room with so much noise that if I would have been sleeping she would have woken me up. But I was not sleeping at all.

- As you can see. – I waved her then let my arm fall back to the pillows. I didn’t want to move at all.

- By this time… you usually are at the gym already… aren’t you? – she asked me and I pulled my cover to my face. I just couldn’t imagine that I would get out of this bed today.

- Hmmm… I have literally no motivation for life today. – I said and took my pillow to my face and screamed into it. I did not really know where I wanted to be.

- My darling… you are the one who finished her exams already and not me… I had 4 more to go… you have plenty of time doing whatever you want and I know that the gym became an obsession of yours these days and you don’t like to skip your workouts so… better get yourself together and get out of this bed. Anyway… I brought you some breakfast!- she said and she waited until I sticked out my head from under my pillow.

- Ohh… that’s so thoughtful!- I smiled at her and took my shaker from her hand. – You shouldn’t have… - I shook my head while I had my first sip, it was my favorite: strawberry-banana-milkshake. I rubbed my eyes once or twice and tried to believe that I don’t have bags under them. I knew I looked terrible… like somone who hasn’t slept the last few days… and it was only Monday.

- I would do anything instead of stuDYING… you can believe me… I was thinking about cleaning the windows… - she said with a disgusted face. It was quite a funny face… for me.

- When do have your exams today? – I asked her.

- One at  1 pm and the other one at 4 pm. – she replied and I saw that she is about to die. If she was thinking about cleaning the windows… she was really dying.

- Until that… you have plenty of time to clean the windows… - I said and I started to laugh and she inmediatly joined me. This is what friends are for… to make each other laugh. To make each other life better.

I knew that she don’t usually study on the day of the exams so she made herself other mission… and it was: motivating me. She got out of my bed, took my laptop and made a motivation playlist on my iTunes and even started to dance and asked me to do that too. And the mission was completed… when Shake it off by Taylor Swift came on… I couldn’t hold back my moves.

After our morning dance session I had enough motivation to leave our dormitory but when I arrived to the gym it was all gone. The gym stepper broke when I was at it and I almost fell of the treadmill… and my phone didn’t just almost fall. It really fell. I was so misarable I wanted to die.

- Is everything okay? – a familiar voice asked me when I was sitting on the floor trying to put my mobile back together. Just like a puzzle.

- Mmmm… sure… - I nodded and when I looked up to see who this unknown familiar guy was I almost had an heart attack. Like a real one… because the guy who stood next to me was Sebastian Stan.

- I’m glad to hear that. – he smiled and pulled back his baseball cap while wiping away his sweat from his forehead then he got on the treadmill next to me and continued this plan. Nobody bothered to ask me while I was almost crying on the floor… only he did this.

I thought that I should do the same thing but before that I had to stay alive… like I just had an inner heart attack. Sebastian f*cking Stan was in the same gym as I was. He could choose any fancy gyms in New York but he choose this one. What were the chances? My soul tumbled one and I just hoped really really strongly that my feelings were not on my face… just inside of me… in my mind.

After a few minutes I got up and looked in the mirror. There wasn’t anything strange on my face so I calmed down… I kept it cool and least I tried. I decided to get back on the treadmill but this time the only free one was the one next to Sebastian. I couldn’t believe it. I tried act normal and beside the first few minutes when I looked like a ghost I succeeded to focus on my cardio. Slowly my face turned quite red and started to sweat like a pig but somehow I liked it even if it was disgusting. I didn’t even realise that I spent more time on the treadmill than I usually did. Maybe the man next to me or his smile that I sometimes saw in the mirror kept me going. He was like a walking motivation.

I didn’t know that I will have ever a day quite like monday was but I didn’t care. I saw Sebastian Stan when I had no motivation and without even a word he helped me that rough time of mine. It was all magic I knew… even only with his presence he was capable to do this. That week I didn’t skipp not even once my workouts and I tried to do my best and even better than that. Maybe the reason of my energy was the fact that Seb returned to the gym every single day on that week. We didn’t speak at all. I didn’t have the courage and I kept the distance but sometimes I secretly looked in his way and what I saw always kept me going. His presence kept me going and thanks to him I didn’t give up.

May or may not I liked him a little… a more than a little. He was an amazing person, a talented actor and he was so down to earth. Sometimes the world of tumblr sucked me up and every single time I had to realise that this man can not be real, he had to be something supernatural.

I never deny that I am part of a generation with my twenty something years where the people live in a relationship with their phone. When I don’t have company I am usually on one of my social websites because I like these things. It’s really interesting that these sites help me a lot because everytime I see a post from one of my favorite artist, musician, actor who captured their time in gym or something like this it motivates me because I see that they are in the same situation as I am and for their health they have to do something too. They are real people just like us. It was a common point in our life. They knew that it was important what they communicate to the people, to their fans and their words, their actions, pictures could mean the world to someone, they really have the power to motivate a lot of people. This happened to me too.

I didn’t know what to hope… maybe that Seb was planning to move into the gym but this didn’t happened. After that miracle week he never showed up again. I expected that this was going to happen because I knew that he is an actor and he travels a lot because of the shootings but it happened too fast… I needed his presence. Maybe it was a silly thing of mine but I didn’t care but I also knew that the show must go on.

I kept his memory in my mind and everytime I felt bad and reminded myself that he was here and what a lucky girl I am that I shared with him the gym.

The next 4 months easily flew away and we were already in the middle of may. These days I was the happiest girl in the entire world because I finally reached my body goal. Like in the t-shirt that I brought to my first workout session I would fit like 4 times. This time I loved my body like never before. I felt really healthy and strong. I felt like I can beat anything and I can face everything. The best part of it was that I had to change almost my full closet because my clothes were to baggy. I loved this feeling.

- Even if the windows are open… this gym is like hell. I felt like I am next to Satan. I could blow up outside. – two girls walked in the dressing room when I was dressing up. – Hi. – they saluted me.

- Hi. – I said back and I decided hearing them that this time I won’t keep any t-shirt on myself and I put away my leggins too. It was my bravest outfit here… like ever. But I felt really confident about myself so wanted to surprise myself a bit so I just got a sports bra and a really short short.

After I finished my spring exams I was happily headed to the gym like I was dancing while stepping in here. I was so happy with everything that I could not imagine anything that could make this even better.

- Y/N… right? – just before I stepped outside one of the girls from before said my name. I inmediatly turned my way back to them.

-Right. – I nodded I tried to figure it out what they wanted from me while I was smiling so hard I couldn’t believe that that didn’t hurt me.

- You are unbelievable… the body you achieved… your transformation… wow. – one of them said and hearing this from strangers was one of the best thing in the world.

- Just a few weeks ago I started watching your workouts and all I can say is that even watching you I get exhausted… - the other one said this and started to laugh.

- Your are a real pro… We just saw your transformation picture on the wall. Congrats on that! – the blonde one said this and I didn’t really get what she was talking about. I thought that I was mistaken for someone else.

- Ohh… you didn’t know… - they were really surprised. – You should check it out… - they said and saying a quick goodbye I headed to the desk where I knew I could see what they are talking about.

And they were not lying. I was really on the motivation/transformation wall. I almost started crying because of my happiness. Seeing my before-after picture was surreal. 50 pounds minus.

- Wow… - all I could say was this.

- Ohh… Y/N. – the girl behind the desk just noticed that I was here. – I hope you are not mad that we put your picture out here without asking you… but we needed a freshening and we thought about you last night with the other girls so… We hope you don’t mind… If you do we can take it off right know. – she said but I shook my head. I was so moved by this and instantly felt so much energy in my body that I thought I was gonna explode… because of happiness of course.

- Don’t worry at all. All I can say is… thank you. It means a lot to me. – I smiled at her and almost flew to the mirrors where I warmed up my body for my running time. I felt like I could run the marathon.

Even after my long time on the treadmill my smile still was on my face. It was really permanent. I was so happy with the picture I saw in the mirror. I was kinda proud of myself.

When I jumped off the treadmill and started to stretch my legs someone from behind me touched me legs and I almost fell down. I only did it almost because this someone helped me avoid the falling with his body. And he not just helped me not to meet with the ground but he helped me stretch. My right leg was put next to my head on the wall.

- I hope you don’t mind… - he said getting even closer to my back and felt real goosebumps on every part of body. EVERY DAMN PART.

If I said that this place was hell before now… it was hell multiplied by infinity. I was about to start burning.

- Ohmmm… nope. – I muttered with a shaking voice and slowly let my leg down and turned around just to do the same thing with my other leg but this time I had to face him. I had to face Sebastian. He was here. He was back. Specifically right next to my body. I even forgot to get a heart attack.

- I saw you arriving… I couldn’t believe my eyes. – he explained and without any hesitation he helped me strechted my other leg and arm. – You did a really amazing job with your body. – he looked at me up and down with a real big smile. I think my face got a new shade of red while he was doing this. – Ohh… I am so rude… I didn’t even introduced myself… Sebastian Stan. - he said and lent his hand to mine. When our hands touched I almost died inside. I didn’t know what was happening to me. My body have go to an unknown place.

- Y/N. – I said quitely and closed my eyes. I was certain about that one of my nightmares became reality and I fell one of the weights on my head and I was already black-out. This could not happen.

- It’s kinda cute when you blush… - he said and smiled at me. When I opened my eyes he were still there. In front of me.

- I just trying to get my lungs back. – I explained and I didn’t really know what to do now… like run away or something?

- By chance… do you want to stretch with me a little more and after that workout together. I just got back to the city yesterday and my workout buddies aren’t here yet. – he asked me smiling and… I almost died. Almost died inside. How supposed to answer to that? Is there somebody who could say no to this?

- Ohmmm… - I couldn’t find the right words. I didn’t even now where my head is.

- Oh God… Shit… I didn’t want to scare you. – he smiled at me shyly and ran his fingers through his freshly cut hair. When he was here months before he had much longer hair but it was all gone. – I just really find you an inspirational person… I saw your picture on the wall and wow… you are quite amazing. What a strength, a real commitment! – he admitted and in that moment I didn’t really know that I wanted… to put myself in the ground or go to heaven inmediatly.

- Me? Inspirational? – I started to laugh like a little kid. It was really awkward. – You were the one that helped me no to stop this whole thing… when you appeared here months before I was about to quit the whole thing… and you gave me so much energy… you could not believe. – when I started to say these things I inmediatly regreted it.– Oh Jesus Christ…I just talked too much.  I am so sorry… I didn’t… - shook my head, picked up my towel and my water and just wanted to go as far from here as much I could. – I’m such an idiot. – I told myself when I felt fingers around me wrist.

- Just slow down a little bit… - he span me a little just to face him… this time I met his body again. His chest. I thought that I could not be in a more awkward situation… I was wrong. - … so you remembered me? You were thinking about me? – in his words I heard his smile that was on his face. I coulnd’t look at him, I was so scared.

- I think I just gave myself away… - muttered myself quitly and I didn’t know which situation was worse… the one I was currently in where I only could see his sculpted body because of the sweat that soaked his t-shirt or the other one (which didn’t happened yet) where I looked into his eyes. I was out of control. I knew that my workout for today was over because if I would done anything after this I would probably die… at least.

- Good… because you were on my mind a lot while I was away… it was a really long 4 months… really, really long.  – when he said this I started to laugh. This could not happen, I thought. – What is so funny? – he asked and I don’t know how he made me look into his eyes. It was all magic.

- This is unbelievable… the biggest lie on the planet. – I rolled my eyes still laughing.

- You think I’m lying? – he didn’t get my reaction.

- Or you just bumped your head somewhere. – I told him a much more realistic explanation.

- A-a… - he shook his head and put his fingers in his hair. – It’s quite unbelievable that you don’t believe me… and now… I will convince you that I would never lie to you… never. –he said and pulled my hand in his and started to go to that separeted part of the gym where all the mattresses, boxing bagges and these type of stuff were.

- I am done for today. – I was so glad that he finally stopped.

- Now… I know that you are lying.  – he said and I think he thought that he knows everything. He was quite confident now but it was rare… not because he wouldn’t had reason to be but this was different.

- I changed. People change. – I said back and I shocked myself too that I was this fast at feedback.

- Nice try. – he said and pulled off the towel from my hand and first he looked and the ground than at me… and he repeated this a few times.

- You don’t usually give up… don’t you? – I asked him. I was a really headstrong girl and not even a bit naiv or stupid. I always knew when something was a lie.

- I know that you don’t want me to give up… I know it well. – he said with such a confidence that I started to laugh… again. – I’m glad that I can make laugh a beautiful girl like you. – he said and then I was really shocked. People don’t usually say this kind of things to me. Especially not men…. or when they do they make it as a joke. They don’t know the real meaning of the word, its weight. Sometimes I think about myself as a beautiful girl… but only in my head. I don’t usually say it out loud.

- If I am willing to be you workout buddy… will you shut up? – I proposed an option that surprised me as well. I should’ve gone already… what the hell am I doing right now?

- Maybe… - he thought about it a bit with a childish smile and before I fell to to ground because of my heart attack I sat down without getting any injury. He just wanted to stretch a bit and  do a workout. I can make that. I tought. - … don’t panic… it’s just me… - he went to my back and put his hand on my lower part and started to pull me forwards carefully.

- Ohh… - the sound that left my mouth was not for this place. – Ohhh… - I couldn’t hold it back. He continued what he was doing and it felt amazing. I felt my muscles calm down even the ones that I had no idea that existed.

- Tranquilly… just let it out… - he whispered this in my ear and I couldn’t do anything but oblige him. It was quite pornographic… I mean the sounds were. When he disappeared from behind me I almost cried out loud. Maybe not just almost. I will dig myself to the ground. I knew it. – Take it easy… I’m right here. – he said and I inmediatly knew he was in front of me. He sat down, straddled just like me, got my hands and pulled me forward for his way. I had to bite my lips not to cry out load. It was again that phornographic sound… and feeling. After a few moments I did the same with him and he let it out the same sounds. I blushed. There was a moment where I thought that what would it be like to pull his body to mine… just to cover me. I had to wake up from this dream.

- Do you want to try something new? Do you trust me? – he asked and when he stood up he helped me to get up too. His touch made me almost die. I will not survive this day.

- I am all yours. – spread my arms and when I realised what I just said I had to turn him my back and get a deep breath. Can I just disappear right now? – Can we just forget what I said? – said to him when I was facing him again. I really hoped that he would say yes.

- Nope… - he shook his head frimly and his lips formed a really wild smile.

- Excuse me… what?

- Not just we will not forget this… but I will remind you again… and again… and again… that you are all mine… all mine

5x20 aka:  Olicity heaven (with a bit of hell in the last 4 minutes)

It’s official, season 5 of Arrow has started! It’s a shame the season is so short (starting at 5x17 for some reason. Weird) but I’m enjoying it so far!

I’m only slightly kidding. There was very little about the previous 16 episodes of the show that remotely interested me, and I doubt I’ll ever watch them in full; I saw all the ‘best’ parts in gif-form and short clips and that will do as far as I’m concerned. And you may think that disqualifies me from giving my opinion on the final 7 episodes of the season…but I’m going to anyway. Because what I have to say about 5x20 really only concerns one aspect of the show.

Olicity

Originally posted by sarcasticbritishtwat

This episode was amazing for us shippers. So many wonderful moments. And a few terrible ones as well, but I’ll save them for last, lest I be accused of harshing people’s buzz or being overly negative.

So first, the positives.

This is gonna be nothing groundbreaking. You’ve all seen the episode; you’ve posted and reblogged and tweeted the gifs, with all the appropriate accompanying squeeing. But let me break down my favs:

The flashback scenes were DELIGHTFUL! 

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F.A.Q.

Ok! So I’ve been getting a TON of questions lately and I’m going to start working on answering the most frequent ones here for you guys. This is a work in progress, so give me a couple of days to get it completed!


What are your stats?
I’m 25, female, 5′0, and as of writing this, 110lbs. I started my weight loss journey in late June 2016, at ~171lbs. (I likely started closer to 175, but I didn’t weigh or take a progress picture until a week or two later.)

How did you lose the weight?
Primarily through calorie counting. I didn’t go to the gym at all until I had lost the first 25lbs, and even though I do maintain a fitness routine now, counting calories is my primary method of weight loss. The gym is for fitness; weight loss is achieved in the kitchen.

Do you follow a plan/regimen?
No. I weigh and count all of my food. I use a food scale to make sure that everything is weighed precisely - no guessing. I don’t restrict anything. It’s super simple, but simple doesn’t always mean easy.

What app do you use to count calories?
I started off with LoseIt! and then switched to My Fitness Pal because it has a bigger food database. As of writing this, I’ve logged over 250 consecutive days of food tracking in MFP!

What do you eat?
In short: whatever I want, as long as it fits into my calorie goals for the day. I have one “cheat” meal a week, but I still try not to go crazy. I realize that this is a question that a lot of you are really interested in, and I think I will make a separate post that thoroughly addresses my eating, grocery hauls, etc.

What do you do at the gym?
I go 3x a week at 5:30am, but I don’t follow a super strict plan. I have a rough schedule that I tweak if I need to, but the most important thing for me is that I am active and doing something. A workout that you hate is a workout that you won’t continue doing. Currently my plan goes like this:

  • Monday: Home workout. I change this up regularly. Currently I am doing mostly Pilates and Yoga, to improve flexibility and core strength. I use the Blogilates videos for Pilates. I also use the Tone It Up routines. Home days are all about variety; they keep things from getting stale, and often I am able to hit more nuanced muscle groups that the gym doesn’t get so well.
  • Wednesday: All cardio. I’m a big fan of the treadmill with high incline. I spend an hour on the treadmill and change my speed and incline at 10-minute intervals. I challenge myself as much as possible without making it a torture session. I want to work on jogging next.
  • Friday: Cardio and full-body. I do a ten-minute brisk walk warmup, and then the full-body weight room at Planet Fitness. I do two sets of ten on each machine, as heavy as I can lift, and then I finish with 20 minutes of moderate cardio.

(This is another post that I may expand on in a separate thread, if you guys are interested.)

How long did it take you to lose the weight?
I’m still ten pounds away from where I would like to be, but it took me roughly ten months to lose the first 60lbs.

As I said before, this post will remain a work in progress for some time. I’ll add on to it as I see fit, or as more questions come in. If there’s something that I didn’t address here, please feel free to message me! I love to hear from you. c:

Swedish Heritage Night- Andre Burakovsky

Originally posted by hjalmarssoniklas

I love you all so much! You guys have sent me so many supportive messages lately when I needed them most! Love all you boos! So this one’s short, but it’s cute and full of Andre! Hope you all like it!

Warning: none

@believememylove Request: The other is going with Andre to the Caps Swedish night even though he’s still injured. And just a lot of fluff. Thank you, I love your writing 💕

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              You looked over as Andre set another plate of semla pastries down on the counter in front of you with his good hand. This was his third plate full of them.

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anonymous asked:

I think Alex was born with toned arms tbh. Even from he was young they weren't bad for a tiny lad. Remember when the interviewer asked if he'd been working out? But I think during sias it was most noticeable. They were good in South America and the Vertigo days. Then obviously eycte. They got bigger from that first time at Ace hotel though. Like Clermont Ferrand. I thought it was impossible. Maybe he thought to himself I could pull off this vest look on stage if I hit the gym even more

Fetus Alex already had very impressive arms, even if he thought he “didn’t have the figure for a vest”. Humbug Alex had slightly bigger arms. And then he started working out more and wearing more vests during SIAS. And from then on they just started getting bigger. The boy has been working out. A lot.

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number one | i

There’s a lot of weight on the shoulders of the heir to the Inje Hospital branch.

word count – 1.5k

genre: angst

I was born with a silver spoon or so you could say. My parents handed me everything I wanted in life, and everything seemed to come to me easy. I had the best clothes, the best food, you name it. But unlike the other kids, I grew up too soon. My father was the owner of a hospital branch and my mother was a housewife from a family that owned one of the largest warehouse companies in the world. I was expected to meet all their standards, even if that meant giving up my childhood.

My brother, Seokjin, went through the same things. But eventually, he turned away from our family and severed his ties to become an actor. Of course, my parents disapproved because he was the original heir to the hospitals, and no one wants a girl like me to have so much power. Since I became the new heir, I had expectations to meet. But he told me he never regretted leaving.  

It always confused me: why wouldn’t he like it? It was a wondrous life that everyone wanted to be a part of. My “friends” when I was younger hung out with me because they could live my lifestyle for just a few hours. Why would he choose something ordinary over these luxuries? But then again, what they didn’t know was how much you had to give up in order to have that. My father was rarely home, and whenever he was, it was to tell me I needed to go with him to a social event. That’s all I was—something to flaunt alongside their money. When I was young, being adorable was my charm. But as I grew older, my duties and responsibilities accumulated and when I went to business parties, I was expected to show everyone I was the daughter they all wished they had. And it was in those moments that I wondered if I would be happier living a life like Jin.

School wasn’t any less exhausting. I spent hours on end smiling at people who I really didn’t care about, and talking about the most irrelevant things. I don’t care if your mom wouldn’t get you your favorite eye shadow kit this past weekend. I don’t care if you failed the last exam. I don’t care about any of you. I just wanted to go to the gym, to listen to the rhythmic beating of the punching bag against my fists and hear nothing but my own breath. But it was hours away.

In English, I cast a glance at Namjoon. Kim Namjoon, Rank 1 of our class and the friendliest star student in the whole world. Note my sarcasm. He was attractive to some extent, and always passed his exams with flying colors. I hated him. A girl came up to him to ask him a problem and she splayed herself over his desk, her ass sticking up in the air. I’m on the verge of vomiting. Namjoon seemed unbothered though, and continued to gesture to the paper while saying something. More girls came up to his desk to ask “for help on homework.” They were blatantly flirting and it pissed me off. I gritted my teeth. Does he think he’s better than everyone else just because so many girls are after him? Great body or not, he’s just like the rest of them, trashy and full of himself.

“You’re looking at Namjoon an awful lot, see something that’s catching your eye?” Minji teased as she poked her pencil against my cheek. Minji has known me forever, and she has also known my hatred for Namjoon began before forever. Nevertheless, poking my buttons (and my cheeks) were her favorite pastime. “Y/N, you’re a model and a star student, what’s so great about dwelling on this low-life?” I shrugged and rolled my eyes, “He beat me on the last exam.” She twirled the pencil in her hand, “Out of how many exams you have beaten him? Get over it, girl. This obsession isn’t healthy.” I turned my attention to the math workbook on my desk, “Yeah, you’re right.” But that didn’t stop me.  

I couldn’t explain what about Namjoon made me tick. Was it the way that he was just so friendly to everyone as though it were his second nature? Or the fact that he didn’t seem to care that he was the highest rank in our class? Everything seemed to come easy to him, when I had to work hard to obtain my titles, keep my reputation, and not be a disappointment. The way he walked in the hallways as if he had all the time in the world infuriated me. His “Good morning, teacher” made my blood boil. The mere fact that he exists makes me want to tear my hair out. He had so many friends and he didn’t even have to try to be nice to people.

At the end of the day, I gathered my things quickly before rushing to the gym, leaving Minji behind in the dust. “Y/N WOULD YOU SLOW DOWN? NOT EVERYONE IS AS ATHLETIC AS YOU ARE.” My mind was churning with too many thoughts to let me stop and laugh. The thought of Namjoon still bothered me to no extent and it was killing me. I needed to go to the gym. I needed to just let it all out. Minji eventually caught up with me and she stared at my face for a few seconds before sighing. “You’re still thinking about him, aren’t you?”

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I seriously have to be more careful with showing my emotions on my face when I’m thinking. Seokjin greeted me with a smile and a slap on the back when I opened the gym doors. “What’s with the look? Don’t you love seeing your brother?” I hit his chest affectionately and one of his co-workers choked back a laugh when he grunted at the impact. “Yeah, I love seeing you.” Sarcastic remarks aside, I meant it. I really did love seeing him. I just wasn’t in the mood today to play the role of an affectionate sister. Seokjin worked part-time at the gym and spent the mornings and afternoons in classes at the local university. I wouldn’t ever tell him, but I felt like home when I saw him.

Slipping on my gloves, I cracked my neck before focusing my eyes on the black lifeless bag in front of me. I closed my eyes, but all I could see were flickering images of Namjoon smiling. I bit the inside of my mouth to keep from screaming in frustration. Calm down. Position yourself. One. Two. Three. One. Two. My muscles were working with one another in one seamless movement after another. Sweat trickled down my forehead and I tilted my body to land a kick against the sandbag. My heart was beating loudly in my chest and my mind was numb. One. Two. Three. One. Two…

I let the familiar feeling of the cold water against my body soothe the after workout aches. My mind was relaxed and so was my tense body. These were the fleeting moments of serenity that I wish I could hold onto. Warm tears started to drip from my eyes. Why was I crying? I pressed my hand against the cool walls of the shower room and let the cold water splash across my face. Serenity. The voices of my parents echoed in the back of my mind and my eyes swelled up. What good is a daughter who can’t even score higher than the measly commoners on her exams? I would have gained more if I gave birth to shit

I closed my eyes and let the water drum against my skin. The memory of Namjoon’s speech from last year played in my head and my breathing became shallow. I’m proud to represent Ilsan Daejin High, he said, I will work hard to continue our prestigious reputation. I will not let you down. What an arrogant asshole. Did he think that he would be Rank 1 throughout all these years? He won’t, especially not while I’m around. I slammed my hand against the wall and let out an exasperated groan. I wiped the tears off my face and turned off the shower head. 

I’m not shit. I will never let myself be shit.