i need to hit the gym more

I Thought You Hated Me.

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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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!!!

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“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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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?”

anonymous asked:

If you think abput what Cait and Sam put on their SM about themselves, there's a huuuuge difference. 90% of what Cait posts is about her charity or this world's problems, you can really see that she cares about people less lucky than her. 90% of what Sam posts is gym, gym, Barbour's ads, gym, gym... That's all he cares abput. Not a good impression you make to people inside and outside the fandom. He seriously needs more advice on how to handle his SM platforms.

I was seriously going to ignore this too, but I’m still on the T (metro) so…wth

I am not comparing Sam and Cait, they are both amazing.

Here I will focus just on Sam and you will forgive me Anon if I ask, but DID YOU HIT YOUR HEAD ON THE PAVEMENT AND ARE SUFFERING A CONCUSSION???

All of this I found out about from HIS SM:

Sam is the patron of YArts Scotland, did you forget that when they were croudsourcing to attend a theater competition Sam personally called them to donate the money?

Sam invites theater students to the set in Glasgow and cares to help out.

Sam is a patron of Cahonas Scotland, a cancer charity for which he participates in several aspects of the organization.

Finally, MPC. Sam has practically singlehandedly (either the help of 3 other people) created an exercise and nutrition program that helps people get into shape and lead healthier lives!! He has made a direct DIFFERENCE in people’s lives!!

In the process he had raised enormous amounts of money for Bloodwise, which last year directly funded a scientific research study into a drug that improves outcomes for leukemia!!! As a scientist myself, I know how important that kind of research funding is.

So maybe you should stop and think next time before passing ignorant judgement!!

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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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!!!!!!! :)  

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.

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

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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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:

i need more of the little hc you did about jeongguk lifting pastel!jimins skirt and basically fucking him? ngh, such a good concecpt

+ “Fuck, you know how weak I am for this skirt.” Jungkook says pushing Jimin’s skirt up so he can get a better grip on his boyfriends ass.

+ Jimin moans and laughs as his boyfriend thrusts into him. Jungkook is holding Jimin up against the wall in the gym closet.

+ “I know!” Jimin whines in pleasure as Jungkook hits his prostate as his neon pink floral skirt bunches against him.

+ Jungkook moans as he kisses his boyfriend as he keeps fucking him against the wall.

+ “So naughty baby.”

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 |

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:

You and Sid Crosby at the gym (Requested)

You hated working out. You hated feeling sweaty and gross, and you always felt like people were staring at you. Your boyfriend of three months, Sidney Crosby, however was the opposite. He loved working out, he loved that feeling of getting off the treadmill and feeling your legs burn. 

You could never understand it. You went the bare minimum, twice a week every other week for two hours. You normally went alone right before the gym was going to close, but Sid had asked to join you this time. Your brain said no, you couldn’t let Sid see you like that, but your heart said yes, all you wanted to see was a sweaty Sid Crosby, shirt off, sweat dripping down his forehead. 

“You can go.” You immediately regretted the decision once you had made it. A part of you died of happiness that very same moment however. Sure, he was going to see you gross and sweaty, but you were also going to see him gross and sweaty. 

“It’ll be fun, babe. I don’t know why you’re stressing over it.” Sid joked as he drove you to the gym. 

“Um, maybe because you’ll see my all gross and sweaty and I actually hate working out, you know that, Sid.” You said it jokingly, but you both knew you were semi serious. 

“I bet you’ll look beautiful, probably more beautiful than winning the Stanley Cup or Gold.” You could tell he was just trying to suck up to help you feel better. You didn’t want it to, but it did help. Sidney Crosby always knew how to make you feel special even with his ridiculous compliments. 

You laughed at him only because you loved him, you loved that his compliments were weird as fuck and sometimes made no sense at all. “Don’t wear a shirt.” You hadn’t planned on saying it but for some reason it felt right to. 

Sid laughed as he pulled into a parking spot, “Why?” You could tell by his devious little smile that he knew exactly why you asked it. 

“Don’t play games with me, Sidney Croby. I expect that shirt to be off once you start sweating.” You walked out of the car, waiting for Sid to follow. 

“You didn’t give me a reason, though.” He grabbed your hand as you entered the gym, the smell of sweat hitting you in the face. 

“Because I’m in this hell hole and need a hot boy to stare at.”  Sid laughed loud enough for a few heads to turn, you gave him a gentle shove, “Sid, shut up. I don’t want people staring at me while I drown in sweat and tears.” He laughed again, this time more consensus of his volume.

“Sorry, babe. I just love how blunt you are. It’s honestly super fucking sexy.” His voice trailed off into silence, but you could still hear his words repeating in your head. 

The two of you walked over to the treadmill and started running. 10 minutes passed and no sweat on his glorious face. 20 minutes and still nothing. 30 minutes, you could have swore you saw something but it was only sweat. At 40 minutes however, you saw sweat fall from his forehead, the back of his shirt slightly wet. 

“Off.” You gasped out, realising how out of breath you really were. 

Sid laughed, “Anything for you, Princess.” He continued to run but slowly started to take his shirt off. You could see each muscle move on his torso while he ran, the sweat slowly starting to build. “You like that, do you now?” He laughed, increasing his pace. 

“Damn right, Sid.” You laughed, increasing your pace as well. 

“When does yours come off?” He joked, eyeing up your sweaty tank top. 

“Never.” You winked at him and continued running for 20 more minutes. After the treadmill you decided to work on your upper body, lifting weights and stretching out. 

“You look beautiful, just like I said you would.” Sid said as he passed by you, weights in hands. You tried not to laugh, but a small giggle came out. 

“Not as beautiful as you, Sid Crosby. You’re probably the most beautiful of all, especially when you’re all smelly and sweaty.” 

“You love me all sweaty.” He laughed, grabbing a weight and lifting it. You couldn’t deny how hot he was, his arms flexed, his body tight, sweat dripping down from his hair. 

“Damn you, Sid.” You laughed. “Stop being so fucking hot, I’m trying to work out here.”  

Different - Lance Tucker

So Lance Tucker If you guys want more Lance stuff, then be sure to request it because I have no requests at all.

You pulled into the gym car park and parked your car in one of the bays. 

“My mum said you’re staying for my lessons.” 

“Yep gotta make sure you’re learning!”

The two of you entered into the gym and stood to wait for the coach. A few moments later he came out of his office.

“Aria Tate, right?”

Aria nodded.

“Great. Why don’t you stretch and warm up and then you can show me what you’ve got.”

The coach turned and looked at you, his eyes starting at your feet and going upwards, staring at your boobs before moving on to your face.

“I’m guessing that you’re not here to learn the art of gymnastics?” Lance asked.

“Really? What gives you that impression?” You replied snarkily

“Your tits”

You scoffed at his crude remark.

“Just telling you how it is”

“Well don’t”

“You look worked up, want me to help you work it out?”

“You should shut up before I convince my boss to stop sending her daughter here”

“Nanny huh? Didn’t peg you down for that”

“They’re giving me a place to live and paying for night school  as well as a wage so I’ll take it”

“Fair enough”

Aria stood by the bars and clapped excess chalk off her hands, jerking you out of the conversation you were having with Lance. You didn’t know much about gymnastics but you could tell that your little Aria had gotten better in the 3 years you were her nanny, or as she liked to say au-pair. She swung from the bars doing flips gracefully and landed on her feet.

“That was very strong. A few points we can improve on but for someone your age- how old are you?” 

“15, 16 very soon”

“Yeah, that was good. Show me your floor routine and then the beam”

“Ari, I’m gonna go sit while you do your thing ’kay?”

She nodded as you went to go and sit on the floor. You pulled your phone out and took a Snapchat video of Aria’s routine and captioned it “nanny life” and posted it to your story. 

Her parents were kind and when they found out that you were the only person who could deal with their daughter they did all they could to keep you. They gave you your own room in their home, they helped you pay for night school so that once she was old enough and didn’t need you, you could make money as a lawyer. They even paid you on top of that so that you could pay for your own clothes and other expenses. To be fair, you deserved it. Her parents were never home. When they were it would only be one. You had to help Aria through her first period, her first boyfriend, bitchy girls at her private school, hell you had to deal with her mood swings. At the age of 22, you practically ran the Tate household while they were gone.

Her lesson lasted an hour and while she was getting out of her sweaty clothes, Tucker cornered you.

“I have a meal plan for her so you need to give me your phone number so I can send it to you.”

“Ever heard of Bluetooth, a USB drive or e-mail? Or is it just a ploy to get my phone number.”

Lance was quiet and didn’t know how to respond.

“Try again next time sweetheart.” You said patting his cheek.

You did give him your email so that he could email it to you and you could use it.

“I even gave you a shopping list, how kind am I?” He said with a fake smile

“Oh so kind. So kind I should give you my number.”

“Y/N, can we get McDonalds on the way home?” Aria asked

“No way, you have a meal plan to stick to.” Lance answered for you.

“Too bad we can’t cook any of the stuff on it, we don’t have the ingredients. I guess we’ll have to start tomorrow.” You said, feigning sadness.

“Don’t fuck with me, Y/N”

You ignored him and walked out, Aria in tow.


That night, once Aria was safely snuggled up scrolling through Instagram in bed, you were sat in the living room catching up on TV. Your phone buzzed beside you and you saw a text notification.

In: Hey

Out: Who’s this?

In: Coach T

Out; Stalker much? How tf did you get my number

In: told Aria’s mom that I needed direct contact with a parent/guardian in case of emergency practice.

Out: You’re full of shit

In: Talent actually, bitch

Out: Talent in sucking dick, asshole

In: Real fucking mature

Out: Kiss my ass

In: Gladly

Out: Okay, creeper level 100. Can you fuck off now, I have Netflix to watch.

In: I’d gladly join you. Netflix and chill?

Out: bye, Tucker

In: Bye, baby

You scoffed at your phone and continued to watch T.V.

Two days later you were back at the gym with tucker. He had decided that for Aria to nail her routine, she needed to spend an hour every Monday, Wednesday and Friday practising it. It meant that you had to sit with Lance as he hit on you while watching Aria practice. 

Two weeks into it and he wasn’t that bad. The conversation had moved on from your tits to more interesting things, random things. It made coming to Aria’s practice a lot less suckish. Seeing how much she had improved made your heart swell like a mama bear. 

“You wanna the uneven bars?”

“I suck at them”

“Well you’re not going to get better if you don’t try”

Aria rolled her eyes and mimicked Lance under her breath as she prepared to do the bars.

“I heard that you little shit” He yelled

“You were meant to asshole”

Lance stood with his arms crossed as he watched her do the bars. In your opinion, she was doing fine until the last one. Somehow as she did the flip she hit her foot in the bar and came crashing down into the mat.

“Motherfucker!” She shouted

“Okay, you have been spending way too much time around him. Don’t let your mum hear you say that. Like ever” 

“Again. Keep your legs tight and in. Don’t hesitate to let go of the bar.” Lance told her, holding his hand out to help her up.

“Let her catch her breath. She just hit her foot and fell onto a mat.”

“Fine, take 5. Go get a protein bar or something”

Aria gladly took the opportunity to leave Lance and ran off to get her snack. Lance came and sat down beside you.

“Shes got a vacation from school next week, right?”

You nodded, popping a chewing gum bubble.

“They’re not going anywhere?”

“Not that I know of”

“I wanna see her every day. 6 am”

“Whoa, that’s a bit extreme.”

“She needs to practice.”

“No, she needs to relax. This shits tiring as hell for her already. She has a life outside of gymnastics, Tucker”

“The regionals are coming up in a month. She’s not at her full capacity.”

“Shes a solid 9 on everything except the bars. She is not spending 30 hours on learning how to do them.”

“Well, how’s she going to do it then, genius.”

“We stay on the same schedule. Instead of an hour we make it 2, dumbass″

“Fine”

“Fine”

“Good”

“Good”


Throughout the next month, you and Lance had a lot more communication. He’d text you after Aria’s practice and sometimes he’d decide to call you out of the blue, occupying your time for hours while you tried to revise for school.

It was the night before the three of you would be going to the regionals. You were on the phone yet again to Lance as you packed a bag.

“Her parents coming?”

“Nope! Her mum’s in Malibu and her dad is in D.C. They’ve already told me what to tell her.”

“I can tell she really looks up to you, you know.”

“I’m the closest thing she has to a sibling seeing as the ones she had have fucked off already”

“Wait, she never told me about them.”

“Yeah, fraternal twins. They had a big age gap, 9 years and they’ve both left, doing their own things. They just about send her a birthday card and come back here for Christmas.”

“That’s cold. You’re coming right?”

“Of course. I’m not gonna leave her alone.”

“What? scared she’ll seduce me?”

“Totally. I want you all for myself, Lance Tucker.” You said with your voice laced heavily with sarcasm.

“Most girls do”

You had to admit, you were developing a small crush on the guy. He wasn’t a bad looker and upon talking to him more, he wasn’t just a horny, arrogant gymnast. You had to admit, he could be witty and funny and he listened to all of your problems.

The regionals weren’t too far away from the Tates’ apartment building but lance had still booked the three of you into a hotel right next to it for ease of travel. He booked the rooms that were connected by a door so he could come in and out. 

The morning of the regionals came quickly. Aria played it off as though she was calm, but you could tell she wasn’t. Walking past all the other girls intimidated her and her nervousness was beginning to show through.

“You’re going to do amazingly okay?. Y/N and I are going to be right here with you.” 

She nodded and smiled widely.

“Now show these bitches what you’ve got.”

Aria stretched while you worried over her and before you knew it, her name was called.

“Remember even if you don’t make it, I’m so proud you’ve made it to this level. We all are okay?”

She nodded and ran to do her floor routine. You sat next to Lance as he watched her intently. From start to finish she was amazing. and when she finally finished you breathed out deeply.

“If they don’t give her at least an 8.7 it’s rigged.” He muttered.

A 9.3 flashed onto the scoreboard as she returned to the two of you.

“You were amazing.” You half yelled. 

“You did well. I’m proud, frog.” Lance said, patting her arm.

“Thanks, slug”

Her vault and beam got her 2 9.5s and placed her second so far. Her competition had finished her bars earning a 9.2.

“If she gets a 9.3 or above were gold.”

Aria’s name was called out once again and she got herself ready for the bars. You and Lance sat in silence as she begun her routine. He took your hand and held it in his.

“She’ll be fine." 

You didn’t respond and kept your eyes straight on her as she swung and flipped and landed on her feet again. She waited for her scores and the two of you stood up to get a better view.

"I can’t watch” You muttered, burying your head into Lance’s chest. 

Although he was surprised, he placed a hand on the back of your head. 

“She did it. She got a 9.5” He yelled after what felt like an eternity.

“Oh My God!” you yelled hugging him.

Aria came running back to the pair of you and you engulfed her into a hug.

“We are so proud of you, Frog, you don’t even understand.”

You watched as the scoreboard moved Aria’s name right up to the top.

The next hour was a blur. She was given her medal and flowers and was swarmed by news crews.

“Aria, how do you feel about your win?”

“It’s great. I’m really happy that I made coach Tucker and Y/N proud”

“How are you going to celebrate your win?”

“I’m expecting frozen yoghurt and pizza if I’m allowed off my meal plan”

“Oh, you definitely are.” You added with a smile.

“That’s all for the questions if you have any more you can ask her at the press conference tomorrow,” Lance said, warding off the reporters.

The three of you returned to your hotel still buzzing from Aria’s win. Your snapchat story was full of selfies you took with Tucker and Aria and videos of you screaming about her medal.

Lance postmates-ed some pizza and frozen yoghurt to your room while you were answering questions about Lance from girls on your snapchat. The food came and the three of you dug in until you were disturbed by Aria’s skype. Her parents were calling to congratulate her for her win.

“We’ll be in Lance’s room okay?”

She nodded as the two of you exited.

“That was surprisingly fast. Usually, it takes them a few hours to congratulate her but I guess not.”

“Uhm listen Y/N, I want to ask you something.”

“Shoot”

“There’s this girl that I like. and it’s weird because I’ve never felt like this about anyone before. I don’t usually catch feelings. And I’m scared.”

“Well, just tell her. Be straightforward and I’m sure she won’t reject you.”

He was quiet for a few moments.

“Y/N, can I tell you something?”

“What? Am I the girl you caught feelings for?”

Lance looked at you like a deer caught in headlights.

“No way. I was just kidding. Fuck- I mean I like you too.” You laughed, surprised.

“Wait, really?”

“Yeah, you’re less annoying now I’ve got to know you”

Lance kissed you out of sheer happiness.

“Does this mean that we can train every day? So that you and I have quality couple time?”

“Nice try, hot stuff, but Aria’s well being comes before this little arrangement.”

“But wouldn’t it be great to see your boyfriend every day?”

“So were at that stage already huh? No dates no nothing, just confessing our feelings and we’re already exclusive?”

“I um, well, if you want to -”

“It’s different. I like different, boyfriend" 

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New Year’s Eve🎉

Word Count: 2407

A/M: Well this is late for a good half of the world, but nonetheless HAPPY NEW YEAR! I really hope for a better year and I wish you all, all the best ❤️ . And as always I hope you enjoy this story :)


You recounted the words in your head almost a thousand times. You typed out the words, deleted them, and reworded it- keeping that consistent pattern going till the words felt right.

“Are you doing anything tomorrow?”

You left the text cool, simple and most importantly, casual. It couldn’t be misinterpreted in anyway, right?

You put the phone down hesitantly as you anticipated his response. A few minutes later, you got it.

“I’m actually busy tomorrow. Why? You have plans for tomorrow?”

You felt your heart fall only slightly, not sure what outcome you really preferred.

“Not really. It’s just New Years Eve. Planned on just staying in, watch some TV all night to ring in the New Year.” You responded.

“That sounds cool. No big party you wanted to go to?”

You chuckled at the thought. It’d been a while since you were invited to a “party”. Even if you were invited to one, would you even go?

“Not really. But have fun with whatever you had planned tomorrow. Happy New Year’s Eve eve 🙂🎉

“Lol happy new years eve eve [Y/N]🙂🎉🎉.”

And the conversation ended at that.

You sighed as you put your phone down in defeat. Your friendship had always been casual, despite what everyone else thought all these years. But something had changed in your relationship together. Suddenly he seemed more gentle with what he had to say to you and his energy overall seemed different when he was with you. For a while you thought you were just overthinking it, but then you thought more about it.

Was it you? Was it something you wanted to see?

The last few months he would appear in your dreams, but not as your friend, but as your lover. You’d wake up with butterflies in your stomach, and a smile on your face with the longing desire for it to be real. But it couldn’t be. You were friends, it couldn’t happen- not to mention that he didn’t like you in that way.

You wrapped yourself in the sheets of your bed, feeling the intoxicating warmth and comfort encompass you as you felt yourself slowly begin to drift off.

“They’re only dreams” you said out loud to yourself, “They don’t really mean anything.”

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Cardio

Request: Hiiiii lovely!!!! Can I request a funny fluffy fic where you go running with Seungcheol but you fall and you scrape your knees and beg him to carry you back home 💕💕💕

Member: Seventeen’s S.Coups x Y/N

Type: fluff


“You have exactly five minutes,” Seungcheol said in his most commanding voice. He zipped up his jacket and dug his hands deep in it’s pockets. He hit his knee against the mattress gently, jarring me from my slumber. 

“Why didn’t you wake me up earlier then?” I grumbled, tossing around in the small bunk. 

“Your alarm went off three times,” Seungcheol chuckled. “Call me crazy, but I thought that would pry you out of bed.” 

“I think you’re lying,” I muttered, burying my face even deeper into the pillow. 

“You promised you would go running with me,” Seungcheol sighed, plopping onto the bed. He rubbed lightly on my thigh. “You didn’t like back day, so I thought I could sell you on cardio.”

“You can sell me on pizza,” I whispered, finally cracking my eyes up to look at him. “Or ice cream.”

“It is nine in the morning,” Seungcheol sighed. “God, I feel like I’m talking to MIngyu.”

“If only I was as pretty,” I winked, finally sitting up. I rubbed a hand along the back of my neck and sighed. “Alright…give me ten?”

“Seven,” Seungcheol smiled. 

“Teen?” I said, not being able to stop myself. 

“You’re pressing your luck,” Seungcheol laughed, shaking his head and standing. 

I eased out of the warmth of the little nest I had created and stumbled toward the bathroom. After splashing some cool water in my face, I ran a tooth brush over my teeth quickly, and pulled a comb through my hair. I walked back into the bedroom, searching for a pair of running shorts and a hoodie. After locating them and putting them on, I made my way into the kitchen where Seungcheol stood, guzzling a bottle of water. Chan and Vernon sat sleepily at the counter, eating what appeared to be cereal. 

“You guys want to come running with us?” I tried, picking up the bottle of water Seungcheol had slid toward me. 

“I would rather step on a lego, thanks,” Vernon grumbled, his face nearly slamming into his bowl. 

Dino nodded as he chewed thoughtfully. “I would rather Vernon step on a lego too. Count us out.” 

“Looks like it’ll be just us then,” Seungcheol smiled with a nod. 


We arrived at the park with little hassle. It was still early enough that there weren’t too many people out. Seungcheol and I had begun to stretch before beginning a slow jog around the manmade lake at the center of the park. 

“Doesn’t this feel great?” Seungcheol breathed. 

“If by great you mean terrible,” I nodded, huffing along beside him. 

“Oh, it isn’t that bad!” Seungcheol said, a cheerful grin on his face. 

I couldn’t lie, Seungcheol looked magnificent jogging. Granted he looked magnificent doing just about anything, but the view of him bare faced in the morning light, starting to bead up with sweat was something I could stare at for hours. 

But I would be just as content doing that from a park bench.

“You’re right,” I nodded, his happiness becoming contagious. “This isn’t so-umph.”

As the words escaped from my lips, so did my agreement with gravity. My foot caught up, one over the other, and I was sent careening to the ground. I winced as I rolled over examining my body. Nothing looked too incredibly bad, but both knees were scraped. 

It took Seungcheol a moment to realize what had happened as he was still a few feet in front of me before he noticed my fall. “Y/N!” he gasped, rushing over and kneeling beside me. He looked me up and down quickly. “Is anything broken?”

“I don’t think so,” I hissed, attempting to move, but the air hitting the open scrapes on my legs stung. “Just my knees…they’re a mess.”

“You bloodied them up pretty bad,” Seungcheol nodded. “Come on, let’s get you home.”

“Okay, but-” I began as Seungcheol pulled me up. My knees were stiff with the fresh stress and I groaned as he attempted to bring me to my feet. I threw all of my body weight away from him, plopping onto the concrete again. I could feel tears of frustration and mild pain well up on my lashes. I hadn’t had a scraped knee since I was in middle school. The foreign, yet familiar feeling was not something I had missed. 

“It hurts,” I moaned, pouting up at Seungcheol. 

“It’s just a scrape!” Seungcheol sighed. “You can walk.”

“I need you to not dad me and tell me to shake it off sport,” I grumbled, shooting him a dirty look. “It stings really badly.”

“Well you can’t make it the two blocks back?” he said, looking quickly around. “Should I call for some sort of help?”

“Seungcheol, you’re the leader, shouldn’t you figure out something more impressive than, ‘should I call for help?’” I mumbled. “I mean, you have been hitting your arm and back days pretty hard at the gym…can’t you just…”

“No, nope,” Seungcheol said, his eyes wide as he backed away. “There is no way I’m carrying you two whole blocks.”

“But you’re so big and strong and manly!” I tried, hissing again when the wind hit my legs. 

“Really?” he said, a small smile appearing on his face. “Wait, no, you’re trying to flatter me into doing it!”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I gasped, feigning shock. “How do you come up with such things? You must have such a big, smart, creative mind!”

“I think I’m going to vomit,” he muttered, shaking his head. “If I carry you will you please stop?” 

“Immediately,” I nodded. 

“Alright…well…” Seungcheol whispered, backing his butt toward my lap. I giggled as I leaned onto my tip toes and gave a small hop onto his back. It hurt for a moment as I stressed my legs, but felt much better as Seungcheol caught under my thighs. I adjusted my hands on his shoulders and laughed again in contentment. 

“Yah, is pizza for breakfast your new go to? I don’t remember you weighing this much,” he groaned, beginning forward motion. 

“Rude,” I muttered. 

“I’m joking,” he whispered. “Partially.”

He readjusted me on his back and continued, saying little until we got back to the Seventeen dorm. 

“Help,” he croaked as we stumbled into the living area. “Dear god, someone help.”

“What’s wrong?” Jeonghan gasped, running in from the kitchen, oven mitts still on his hands. 

“Y/N has fallen down and she couldn’t get up,” Seungcheol panted. He plopped me onto the couch and fell down beside me. 

“Ooo, look at those knees,” Jeonghan winced. “How do you feel?”

“Tired, weak, kind of hungry,” Seungcheol blurted before I could speak. I rolled my eyes and looked at Jeonghan. 

“I’ll get the first aid kit,” Jeonghan nodded. 

“Oh, that won’t be necessary,” Seungcheol huffed. “Oh, Y/N, yeah, that would make sense.” 

He looked over at me, his breathing finally calming until he wasn’t wheezing anymore. 

“I think it’s time to do more cardio there superman,” I chuckled, leaning back. 

“I think it’s time for you to shut your mouth,” Seungcheol said playfully, planting a rough kiss on my lips. 

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