i need to lose weight for this shirt

BTS Reaction to Them Being Insecure Before Getting Intimate

GENRE: really fluffy & a tad angsty

WARNINGS: insecurities


A/N: i got a lil carried away, but i hope you enjoy! sorry if it’s not exactly what you wanted at times! enjoy!



You reached for Jin’s top button of his shirt, and his breathing hitched. You stopped immediately, feeling as if you did something wrong. You opened your mouth to speak, but soon shut it as Jin’s large hands were placed on top of yours. You locked your eyes with his, and you noticed how zoned out he seemed. You felt your heart ache as you two stood there, wanting to know what was wrong. Jin had never stopped you, and you had never stopped him.

“The managers told me that I need to lose some weight. They want me to cut my diet down, so that’s why I’ve been cooking more healthy foods for us… I still feel as if I am not up to their standards. If they feel that way, you must too. I feel as if you will leave me if I don’t thin up.” Jin spoke quietly, only loud enough for you to hear. You lowered your hands from his chest, feeling tears welling up in your eyes. “Y/N, it’s not that big of a deal; I’ll just keep my shirt on if that’s alright—”

“Jin, you’re so small,” you croaked out, not understanding why he was seen as anything less than perfection. Jin shook his head as he placed his hands on your cheeks. He looked you in the eye, seeing the pain that those words had caused you. You couldn’t imagine being in his spot and being told that. “Please don’t lose weight, Jinnie. I don’t want to see you in an unhealthy place. If you lose weight you'll—”

“I love you,” Jin interrupted. Jin wiped the tears that left your eyes with the pad of his thumb. He nodded at you, not needing to hear the rest of what you had to say. He knew what his baby wanted, and that was the healthy version of him. “I’ll talk to them, okay? I’m sorry I brought it up.” Jin smiled faintly before connecting his lips to yours again. The returned feeling made your heart beat out of joy instead of sorrow. Jin reached his hands down to yours, placing them on his chest again.


Yoongi’s hands would be on your thighs as you straddled him, his lips on the crook of your neck. You were already down to just your underwear, yet he was still fully dressed. Lowering your hands down to the hem of his shirt, Yoongi’s eyelids fluttered open. His eyelashes tickled your neck, and you stopped yourself there. Usually he would just help you remove his shirt, not wanting to wait much longer. This time, he removed his lips from you.

“Yoongi, did I do something?” You asked, looking him in the eye.

“N– no, you’re… you’re great,” Yoongi breathed. You could hear the pain in his voice as he took your hands in his. You would have gotten off his lap, but he held you close so you wouldn’t. He didn’t want you to leave him. “I just haven’t been with you enough. I’m always away working, and we rarely have nights like this where it’s just us.” Yoongi was never good at expressing himself, but neither were you. “I… I don’t know if I’ll be able to give you what you want.”

“Yoongi,” you squinted your eyes at him. He let out a small sigh, leaning back in the office chair you both resided on. You saw the pain in his eyes as he held onto your hands, rubbing his thumb over your skin. “Time doesn’t change how I feel about you. I don’t care if we both don’t feel satisfied; I just want to be with you. I would be just as happy sleeping with your arms locked around me.” Yoongi nodded. “Plus, name one time we did not receive a noise complaint from my neighbors or the boys.”

Yoongi chuckled, “never.”


Hoseok smiled as the two of you sat on your shared bed. He had just thrown your shirt to the floor, and so far everything seemed picture perfect. Hoseok picked you up and placed you on his lap, your cheeks reddening as he did so. He loved seeing the impact he had on you, and you could help but let out a soft giggle as he tapped his fingertips against the small of your back. He grinned against your collarbones at the sound, closing his eyes. You reached down for the hem of his shirt, slowly pulling it up to tease Hobi. He kissed your collarbones.

“My stomach is kind of fat right now jagi,” Hobi stated, making you stop. You could tell with the tone in his voice that he was unhappy with his body. You could see no imperfections, and his words had surprised you. You had seen him shirtless this morning when he got out of the shower, and his abs were definitely there. Even if they weren’t, you didn’t care. Hoseok was Hoseok no matter his body, and you would love him anyway. “Baby?”

“You’re not fat,” you mumbled. Hoseok sighed softly as he lifted his head, his eyes meeting yours. He smiled at you, glancing down at your lips. “If you think you are, then you shouldn’t. Hoseok, I don’t see where you got that idea at all! I saw your abs this morning when you were getting ready. I can feel the muscles in your back!”

“You always used to praise me for my figure, and you no longer do,” Hoseok explained. You rolled your eyes.

“I thought you got bored of the same compliments I gave out,” you pressed your nose against Hobi’s. He smiled, knowing you didn’t mean to hurt him. He was beautiful no matter his size, and you didn’t have to vocalize that. “If you need me to, I’ll tell you every second of the day how much I love you. I’ll say all of the words that will change your mind. I will kiss you and assure you that your abs now are far better than what they were. Want to know why they’re better?”

“Because they’re mine, and I love them too,” Hoseok finished with what you had planned to say. You giggled, nodding. He grinned widely before throwing his shirt off, placing his lips on yours.


Namjoon had not been in the best mood lately, due to the constant spotlight on the two of you. Because both of you are idols, you both get hate from either sides. His seemed to be more intense than yours, and he understood why. You were gorgeous, with hair that always seemed to flow effortlessly, and a body that could stun anyone. He was lucky to call you his, and he knew you felt the same about him. You constantly told Namjoon how much you adored him, but times like this he forgot.

The words repeated in his mind as he had you pinned against the wall of your room. Your hands were tangled in his hair, which had always been his weakness. With your back arched, his only desire was to have your body covered with his kisses. He reached around to your back and began unzipping your dress, noticing how the fabric loosened on you. He placed his lips on your shoulders as he slid the straps of your dress off, allowing the fabric to fall to the floor.

You placed your hands at the waistband of his jeans, holding Namjoon close to you by his belt loops. You unbuckled his jeans, and he slid off the hoodie that he wore. You wrapped your arms around his neck with a smile, your lips connecting again. With your body pressed against his, Namjoon couldn’t help but smile. You were his everything, and he could feel your love whenever you were around. The words began to replay again, and he slowed his kiss down. You knew something was up, being able to tell easily with Namjoon.

“I love you,” you breathed as you looked Namjoon in the eye. You smiled, feeling his fingertips tap on your lower back. The words seemed to disappear with you standing in front of him. You didn’t know why he was upset, but you knew he was. Namjoon wasn’t an open book, but he had a few ripped pages on the floor. If you had to guess, it was the attention constantly on the two of you. “I wouldn’t want anyone else, Joon. I’m the lucky one, and you shouldn’t feel insecure about yourself.”

“I love you too, baby,” Namjoon smiled, and he meant every syllable.


You woke up early one morning, not feeling the warmth that Jimin produced beside you. Squinting your eyes open, you could vaguely see Jimin standing in the bathroom you shared. He had practice, and you knew that he got up early to get ready. He didn’t notice that you had woken up, and you watched as he pinched the skin on his stomach. He carried a frown, clearly unhappy with the skin on his stomach. He only wore a towel covering his lower half, and you knew he had just showered. He let out a sigh, running his hand through his wet hair.

“Chim, you’re not—”

“Ah,” Jimin turned around swiftly to face you. He must have saw the displeased expression on your face, because he looked down at his feet. You wanted to burst into tears then, begging for Jimin to never do that again. He self-consciously wrapped his arms around his stomach. “I was supposed to leave a few minutes ago.”

“Why haven’t you then?” You asked, sitting up. He frowned, turning towards the bathroom mirror, his back to you. You could see his muscles on his back, and you didn’t understand. “Jimin, you are tiny. What you were pinching is skin, and last time I checked, everyone has it. You don’t need to stress, oppa. I have that too.” Jimin nodded, sniffling. He turned around to face you, clearly feeling terrible now. “I love you, Jiminie.”

“I’m sorry,” a tear slipped down his cheek as he rushed towards you. Jimin sat down beside you, wrapping his arms around your waist. You hugged him tightly, kissing his bare shoulder. “You’re perfect, and I am doing what I hate you doing. You’re so beautiful, Y/N, and I’m sorry that we both are being stupid and ignoring each other’s words. I love you more than the stars in the sky, and I promise to never make you feel sad like that again.”

You then realized that you had been crying.


Tae loved you more than anything else in his life, and he’d give up everything for you. Because of that, he often felt as if he was not good enough to be with you. He felt as if you were the most unique and fascinating person in the entire universe, and he felt lesser of himself. Whenever it came to taking any clothes off around you, he did not feel comfortable. It only got worse as your relationship hit the one year anniversary mark, and the two of you had yet to ever undress in front of each other. He wasn’t alone with his insecurities, because you felt the same.

“Tae,” you greeted him as he stood in the kitchen eating leftovers. You wrapped your arms around his waist, and his heart started beating. You two were never a pair that did much skinship besides loose cuddling. You both often wished that you had done more, but you couldn’t help it. Clinging onto Tae, that was probably the closest you had ever been to him your entire relationship, including when you two were just friends. “Good morning.”

“M– morning,” Tae stuttered, placing his free hand on top of your hands. “Do you want the rest of this? We can go get something to eat if you’d like. Or, I could ask Jin to make something for you.” Taehyung spoke quickly, clearly wanting you to let go of his waist. You took the hint, removing your arms from him. He immediately felt guilty after seeing your expression. You loved him, and he knew that you didn’t see anything wrong with him. “Baby.”

“Taehyung,” you breathed unsteadily. He saw tears brimming in your stunning eyes, and he quickly wrapped his arms around you. He shushed you before you could say anything, feeling your hands grip onto the fabric of his shirt. You didn’t want to hug him back, fearing that he would feel awful about himself again. “I’m sorry. You’re absolutely perfect and I don’t understand why you are insecure. I’m sorry I made you feel bad about yourself…”

“Shh,” Taehyung breathed. “I’ll ease up, but that means you have to too, okay?” Taehyung spoke softly, and you nodded faintly. It would be hard to get out of your habits, but you had Tae with you. “You’re the most amazing and incredible creature, and I love you, baby.”


A smile would be on your face as you sat on Kook’s lap. It would not be the first heated makeout session between you two, but this one seemed to last a lot longer than the others. He held onto your hips, his hands under the fabric of your shirt. You would lower your hands down to the hem of his shirt, knowing what was on both of your minds. You had been together for eight months, and nothing had come out of it yet. Today that would change, or at least you thought so.

“Babe,” Jungkook breathed as you broken away from him. You quickly removed your hands, knowing he was uncomfortable. Jungkook held onto your hips still, letting out a sigh. “I don’t have much experience… I don’t see why you’re the one always initiating this, because you can probably tell I’m not as good as—”

“Jungkook,” you interrupted. He tilted his head, confused. You would smile, placing your hands on either sides of his face. You would kiss the tip of his nose, a blush appearing on his cheeks. “I don’t care if you aren’t experienced. I want to be with you, and I know that you’re great already. You’re more experienced than me, so I should be the one talking about not being any good.” Jungkook chuckled, shaking his head.

“You always find a way to boost my confidence,” Jungkook stated. He took your hands in his and placed them on the hem of his shirt. “I love you.”


this one is for all the trans boys out there who don’t pass.

for all the trans boys who don’t pass and don’t feel like passing. you are still 100% boys. passing can be extremely tiring & It is a cissexist idea that you have to look “cis”.

for all the trans boys who want to pass, but don’t try because it’s too exhausting. i know how hard it is, and how draining it is to try to hide all the things that “give you away”. you are still 100% boys.

for all the trans boys who want to pass, but aren’t allowed to, because their relatives or their friends won’t let them. one day you will be able to attain the look you’ve always wanted. it’s tough right now, but know that you are still 100% a boy.

for all the trans boys who try so hard to pass, who cut their hair as much as possible, who hide as much as they can, who act as manly as they can, but STILL don’t pass. you are fantastic. i know it’s frustrating to be misgendered after spending so much time on your appearance, but a day will come when nobody will even doubt your manliness.

And this also goes out to the fat/chubby trans boys, who can’t seem to or won’t lose weight. who have pronounced curves, that they can’t seem to hide in any pair of baggy pants, or under any loose shirt. you guys are so strong & you rock. you don’t need to be thin to be a real boy, and im sure you will find a way to pass.

comfort: plus size

summary: you think you’re big, too big, but in reality, you’re perfect just the way you are, and bucky definitely thinks so

pairing: bucky x reader

word count: 628 words

warnings: hurt/comfort, self depreciation

notes: this is going to be a series of drabbles/one-shots that deal with different types of insecurities. this one’s about body image and feeling like you’re overweight. READ THE END for more notes about requesting etc. <3

Originally posted by little--batman

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Saints and Sinners

Warnings: Explicit sexual content. (Forgive me father, for I have sinned); Unbeta-ed, Not proof read. I’m a pathetic loser sorry guys.

Word count: 2577 (Sorry mobile users. Its super long.)

Genre: Angst/Smut

AN: I am not sure yet but I think I’ll be writing a series of smuts in form of chapters(if you guys think I should). Each chapter may/may not be interlinked. Chances are they wouldn’t be because I suck at maintaining integrity haha lmao. I am so bashful rn I can’t even tell you guys Bughead smut is such a turn on I haven’t a written any fics before on this forum. All the beautiful writers out there, thank you so much for the inspiration. Just a humble attempt from me haha. Also, English isn’t really native language so I’m sorry if there are any mistakes! Please try to ignore thanks! Please leave reviews. Happy reading :)


Betty Cooper has always deemed herself to be the strong, independent woman who knows the better of everything. But that never implied she wasn’t prone to jealousy. And when she saw Southside High’s very own Mafiosa, Toni Topaz sitting beside Jughead at the cafeteria leaning onto him with her legs crossed idly on the table, her insides convulsed in swirls of jealousy so strong even she hadn’t known there could exist. Betty could feel herself suffocate as the sound of girly snickers coming from this one particular table surged into her senses. Toni was talking in between her giggles and god knows what it was about but she had managed to score Jughead’s attention oh, and not just that he was even laughing.

Looked like he really enjoys hanging with her. Wonder what that girl was all about.

Betty shrugged the thought away with a sigh. It had been so long since the last time they met. At least a a month ago. Travelling from one side of the town to another was difficult for either of them and now with Jughead joining the Serpents, there was hardly any time when he’d not be preoccupied. Of course there was skype and text messaging but no matter how naff it sounded, Betty missed Jughead. She missed working on the Blue&Gold with him after school and she missed his little beany hat and god, how the skin of his palm feels on her neck. But most of all she missed his presence around her.

And here she was, travelling 10 miles on a bicycle wanting to surprise Jugheadd by making an appearance at his school??? What was she even thinking. He clearly was having the time of his life in a place where he says he fits in and dear god, how many times has he mentioned he absolutely hates surprises?

Betty felt dejection form a lump in her throat. She clenched her hand into a fist and subconsciously let her fingernails dig deeper into her skin and made up her mind to leave.

Betty wasn’t wrong, actually. Jughead was really into Toni Topaz but not exactly how Betty thought it to be. His instincts towards Toni was very and only friendly. It was safe to say that Toni was his only friend in Southside High, going by the kind of social grip he has and jughead indeed enjoyed her company.

But today was different. Today he was distracted. Today, he was missing Betty way too much to focus on any other thing and while sitting with her at the cafeteria when he had let his eyes wander off, they had hitched onto a familiar pastel cardigan and blonde hair tied in a pony tail.

“Betty” Jughead rose from his seat, his lips involuntarily curving into a smile.

Betty stopped in her tracks hearing her name.

Her name, his voice. God it had been so long. She turned to face him breaking a soft smile.

“Why were you-How did you get here!” he spoke, putting his arms around her.

“I-uh” Betty ventured, haltingly. “I just thought I could come and see you. In your new school.”


They held hands as they walked back from school to Jughead’s new home. It was a trailer that one of his mates from the Serpent’s group offered to him after he was asked to evacuate the previous one, for security purposes. Betty hadn’t spoken too much on the way. The thought of Jug and that girl from the cafeteria throbbed in her head. At one time, she even considered she could be over-thinking. And it wasn’t like Betty and Jug were girlfriend and boyfriend. Truth is, they never got a proper closure to what was going on between the two of them.

“D-did you do all this with her?” she finally spoke, cutting whatever Jughead was talking about midway.

He failed to grasp what she was talking about and stared back at her with a puzzled face.

“Walk back home with her” she shrugged, her eyes already brimming with tears. “Hold hands.”

“Betts” Jughead stopped walking. “What are you talking about?”

“What am I talking about?” she said, now fuming. “I am talking about your new high school romance with whoever she was you were sitting with.”

Jughead smirked. “Betts, you getting jealous?”

It did not take time for him to realise. Betty Cooper was indeed jealous. Jughead hadn’t seen this side of her before and he wouldn’t lie, he was kind of enjoying it until he saw her eyes well up.

Betty dug her nails deeper into her palm and let blood trickle down her fingers. She was having a hard time controlling her tears already and on seeing Jughead smirk, she broke into tears immediately.

“N-no. It’s -just” she said, her voice breaking as she looked away. “All these people they are with you every day. They get to be around you every day. And I don’t.”

“Oh Betts” Jughead engulfed her in a hug. He thought she’d rage and hurl words at him but instead when she started crying, he felt remorseful about trying to draw amusement out of her state previously.

“Juggie, I miss you” her voice muffled as she spoke into her chest, her tears staining his dark green t shirt.

“I missed you so much Betty.” His words came out as a whisper as he breathed out, trying to absorb her warmth into his body as they remained like that in each other’s arms outside Jughead’s battered trailer.


Jughead pulled away from her lips and attacked her neck, earning a low squeal from her as she arched her neck, letting her head drop back exposing more skin for him to reach. His fingers fumbled with the buttons of her shirt, the cardigan already sinking on the floor. He was leaving marks in all the places his mouth had been- under her jawline, her neck, the hollow of her collar bones and the flesh of her chest and by the time he got rid of her peach lacey bra, he had her squirming beneath him as they lay on the couch, Betty’s head resting where the back rest meets the arm rest and Jughead cornering her into position as his body hovered over hers.

His thumb brushed over her breasts taking his own sweet time when he reached her aching nipples.

“J-juggie” she moaned out his name. When he replaced his fingers with his mouth, she shuddered.

“Its been so long” she struggled with her words as Jughead continued with his entrancing attacks paying absolutely no heed to what she said. His hands had kept hers locked, pinning them down on either sides of her head.

This was torture. She needed to feel his weight on him and his skin on her fingers. Betty tried to wriggle out of his grip but in vain, he was too strong and he wouldn’t budge.

“P-leaase” it came out as a whimper. She was losing her mind.

“Please what?” Jughead’s voice vibrated on her chest.

“I want to touch you” she said, the frustration clear in her voice. He chuckled letting go of her hands allowing her to tug at his t-shirt and then complying as she tried to pull it off him over his head.

She noticed how the muscles on his abdomen had toned as she ran her hands over them feeling the texture of his skin on her fingers. She put her hand around his neck and rubbed slow circles on his nape as her hips rocked rubbing herself on his stiffening cock. She knew how much this turns him on.

She let out a throaty giggle on hearing him growl.

“You’re gonna regret it so much now” he whispered.

“Sit up.” He instructed. Betty had lost her ability to think so she complied whatever he asked her to do. Jughead pulled her into his lap with her back towards him. Betty’s skin flushed. She spread her legs even without him asking her to. The red of her face had now spread till her chest and god, she was dripping for him. His hand slipped in through the waist band of her matching peach panties and rested on her opening. Just rested there feeling up her warmth, not moving. Not even a bit. He could feel her throb under his touch and wasn’t he enjoying it.

“Jug-OH” she gasped as his finger nipped at her clit encircling it in slow agonizing circles. His other hand was on her chest kneading into the flesh of her full breast, his fingers deftly rolling her nipples which were now flushed red and sore. She moaned, this time in pain and Jughead instantly eased his fingers realising he was going too harsh on her. Causing her discomfort would be the last thing he wanted to do especially when they were making love. Betty relaxed her head on his shoulders and turned so that their lips could meet and when they did, she nibbled on his before giving into a full mouthed kiss.

Betty pictured their present situation in her mind. Jughead without a shirt in his denims, his slumped laxly on the couch with his hands wound around her toying with every intimate spot on her body and herself splayed across him as exposed as she could be only with her undies on. The thought of herself in such a compromising position with him made her leak. She moaned into his mouth as she felt his stiff member rubbed against her hips.

“I-“ she gasped, breaking from the kiss. She was out of breath and incredibly turned on. It had been so long, she was afraid she’d not last a minute longer. “Juggie, I need you! Please”

He needed her too. If Betty was thinking he hadn’t missed her and he hadn’t yearned for her every night lying on his bed, she was wrong.

But today he was in mood to play.

“Jug please. Stop doing this to me” she groaned in frustration as he pushed her back to their previous position, cornering her on the couch and proceeded to go down her body, sucking on the supple skin of her stomach and tracing the biting softly at her belly button. He pulled her panties off her waist and dragged them till her ankles which Betty quickly rid.

“Just one taste, Betts” he muttered before dragging his tongue across the length of her slit in one long motion.

“Fuck! Juggie –I don’t think I can last long if you keep doing that.” She found it difficult to structure proper sentences. She had lost control of her senses. Her breathing was erratic and her insides twitched every time her clit came in direct contact with his tongue. Betty’s toes went rigid as she struggled to hold back, curling them and dragging slowly across his back.

“You see, Betty” he spoke, in between striking his tongue at her entrance. She squirmed and wriggled in her position which only resulted Jughead hold her thighs down apart firmer. “This is how I feel all the time when you’re not with me. Smothered and out of breath.”

Betty was afraid she’ll pass out. She was a quivering mess under his uncompromising assaults and she didn’t care. She wanted more. Betty had never been edged to this extent before. Usually, Jughead would give in to her pleads after teasing her for just a little bit but today he seemed he had no plans to stop.

“And if you think anybody else in this whole freaking world can make me feel the way you do” he stopped to suck in her juices that were dripping all over the place now. “You’re very wrong Betty Cooper. Do you understand?”

She hysterically nodded a yes fearing, begging him to take her on the couch as deep as he could with no holding back, no inhibitions.

To her extreme gratification, he finally let her thighs go and rose from his position.

“I love you so much” he croaked, lowering his face closer to hers. Taking her hands in his, he kissed the scars on her palm frowning when the acidy taste of blood hit his tongue. So this is why she didn’t rage. This is what stopped her from hurling words at him previously.

“I am so sorry, Betts” he looked into her eyes. “I shouldn’t have.”

“I love you, Jughead Jones. More than you can ever know” her eyes glistened. She could cry.

Betty’s toes had started tugging at the ends of his blue jeans. She wanted them off him and he knew better than to tease her any longer. He rose up and unbuttoned his pants and in one swift motion he pulled them down along with this boxers.

“C-can I?” he asked for permission before thrusting in to which she only growled in agony. He pushed into her opening slowly at first, pushing as deep as he could go. No sooner, they had picked up a rhythm. To and fro, in and out. Betty accepted his thrusts unreservedly, wrapping her legs around him. No inhibitions. She was losing integrity as the pooling sensation intensified at the pit of her stomach.

“God you’re so freaking tight!” He felt her insides clench around him as he continued his motion. “Betty I am going to-” before he could complete his sentence, she had pursed her lips on his not only giving him permission to finish but also letting know that she needed release too.

When they came, they came together in one intense wave of orgasm rippling through their bodies. Jughead’s body rocked with hers as she involuntarily rubbed her legs against him. Soon, he relaxed his weight, balancing himself on his elbow and sliding to one side.

“That was” she started but Jughead finished her sentence. “The best sex ever?”

She laughed. “Never knew delayed sex could be the best sex ever.”

“Are you saying we should stay away for weeks before I finally get to be indecent with you?” he asked, arching his eye brows.

“You know, just for the feeling” Betty smirked.

“I am sorry I don’t think I can stay away from my girlfriend for this long again” he spoke into the crook of her neck, his voice still hoarse from their afternoon ordeal.

Betty frowned, still keeping the smile plastered. Jughead looked at her questioningly on seeing her frown.

“You just said I’m your girlfriend” she blushed.

“Are you not my –I mean, don’t you want us to be that way?” his eyes widened and heart hammered

“Juggie” she whinged. “Yes, I obviously do its just that” she stopped. “What was that all about? You and that girl at the cafeteria”

“You mean Toni Topaz” he answered. “We’re great friends in school Betts. She has been of great help and with a lot of things around school. But if it bothers you so much- “

“Juggie, no” she shook her head. “I’d never want you to –I trust you. You need friends” she smiled, cupping his face. “I don’t know what happened to me I just –I overreacted. I am sorry.”

“Its okay Betts" he smiled. “I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy that part even a bit.”

Betty rolled her eyes and looked outside. It was evening. When she looked back at Jughead his eyes were closed and his lips wore a smirk.

She got up from her place and walked over to this particular chair on the other hand of the room and picked up his Serpent’s jacket.

“Hey Romeo”  she leered. He looked at her.  “Drop me home?”

Jughead smiled at what he saw. Betty in his Serpent’s jacket. Only in his Serpent’s jacket. These were the times Jughead regretted saying he hated surprises cause this girl right here was blowing his mind.

Thats it guys. You made it. Yay!

BTS Reaction To Their S/O Being Thick/Chubby and Being Insecure About It


“ Maybe I should lose a little weight, what do you think?” you ask him.

“ Why?” he ask back, confused

“I just.. I might be a little to …big for you” you say hesitantly

“ Baby, you are perfect the way you are. I Have no problem with your weight and neither should you. Okay?” he says, as he kisses your forehead.

Originally posted by bwiseoks



“ Babe, how do you think I look? Am I too big?” you ask randomly

He turns and look at you like you’re crazy.

“Babe, I have no idea what you’re trying to say but if you’re trying to say you think your big or anything then you can stop now. You’re so beautiful. I believe it so now I want you to believe it.” He says, grabbing your hand and leaving kisses on your knuckles.

Originally posted by boo-t-s


Rap monster

“I’m pretty thick Monnie, maybe I should go on a diet.” You say to him one day.

“Uhm… I think not. You must not realize how sexy you look like that. You’re everything I could want. Please don’t go on a diet, okay?” he says, looking at you with pleading eyes.

Originally posted by daeguboy


J hope

“Hobbie, can we go work out more?” you ask

“why would you want to do that? I know you hate working out.” He asks confused.

“I just feel like maybe I’m getting a little too big. I’m sure working out will help me out.” You said back, slightly bothered.

“Jagi, you look so beautiful like that. I’m not sure if you see what I see but I see a beautiful woman and I wouldn’t ask for anything else. I love you the way you are.” He said, pulling you in for a hug.

Originally posted by uhhquareeus




As you stared off in the distance, he could tell something was wrong so he got your attention.

“Whats wrong baby?” he asked,

“Lately I’ve just been feeling like I’ve been gaining a lot of weight. I look so much bigger than I did when we started dating. Maybe I need to do a diet and work out every day. Or, could I just come to the dance practices with you instead?”

He sat there frozen for a while because he just couldn’t fathom why you said what you said.

“Honey, you are absolutely adorable. I love everything about you including your weight.  I ESPECIALLY love your weight. Don’t lose weight.” He said, as he cuddles you into his side and kisses the side of your head.

Originally posted by jiminrolls



“Tae, look at me, I’m getting so big. I’m going to pop out of my clothes in a minute.” You said, pulling your shirt over your head from changing in the mirror.

He walks up behind you and stops your hands in the middle of your torso, your stomach still ut.

“What are you doing? Let me put my shirt on.” You said, trying to pull away, unsuccessful.

“Look baby, you see your tummy, I love it so much. I know you don’t like it because what you see is chubbiness, but I see a natural woman who looks so beautiful. Every time I see you, I fall in love all over again, especially with what you believe is “ fat” or “chubbiness”. Believe me when I say, I’d rather see you pop out of your clothes than drown in them. You look amazing.” He said, then let your hands go and kisses your neck in the mirror.

Originally posted by toughchim



He had been seeing you eye the scale every day and he knows that you feel self-conscious of your weight. Later that day, he pulls you onto his lap to talk.

“I know baby. I can see your face every day. Why?” he asks softly

“ Most of the day, I feel line, but after I see you come back from working out and see how slim and fit you are, I can’t help but think I make you look bad by being bigger than you.” You said, looking onto your lap.

“ I see you everyday of my life and you look like youre glowing everyday. Until I see you looking at that fucking scale. Maybe I am pressuring you unconsciously but I think you look amazing. If you honestly feel that way, instead you  losing weight, maybe I should just gain weight? Hmm? That way you wouldn’t feel that way. I love you, don’t ever think that way, okay?” he says, then tilts your head up and kisses you.

Originally posted by nochujungkookie

Just right | J.H. |War of hormones

Originally posted by seokjins-wings

☽Genre☾ Angst | Fluff | (light) Smut

☽Word count☾ 2.7k

☽Summary☾ You always end up hiding yourself, when changing clothes because the horrific stretch marks you didn’t ask for, making you feel disgusted of whoever is going to watch. Stuck in a situation to where there is no escape, Hoseok decides to be the one, to change your mind.

☽Warnings☾ Besides the obvious, harsh words about body image (stretch marks)

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i had a dream of a yoga captive prince au

guys this is so wild. I had the most VIVID dream last night of Yoga Instructor Damen and Laurent.

This is so weird, I don’t do yoga, but I had this incredibly detailed dream of the beefiest Damen wearing pink yoga pants who mostly taught the weight training/dudebro classes but then got hired to also help teach Laurent’s yoga class (it was getting to be a big class so they needed another instructor I guess). Damen never wore shirts, he had a giant St. Bernard puppy, Laurent was constantly blushing and silently losing his mind over Damen’s pink yoga pants, they lived in San Francisco and their first date was at the Conservatory of Flowers, Auguste somehow hurt himself during Damen’s dudebro classes or smth so Laurent was salty, and Nicaise was always dressed in Jazzercise outfits, mostly in varying shades of blue. Also Maggie from the Walking Dead was in the yoga class and she, Vannes, and Jokaste were always making snide remarks.

I was very sad when I woke up. Best au ever.

anonymous asked:

How do I kill myself without hurting anyone?

you don’t. every action has both direct and indirect consequences. I’m not going to assume I know how you feel, nor tell you what to do..but hear me out. your parents are going to try to go through their day like everything is normal, but its not. there will be a weight on their chest that can’t be filled with anything and they will spend their time wondering what they did wrong. where they could have done better. what signs they missed. and maybe it will be too overwhelming that they can’t function. they’ll miss work. the only thing that will be able to hold them together is their bed, and even then they’ll forget what its like to know sleep. your friends will hear the news and when they go to tell a joke, they’ll stop, because the only person that understood it properly was you. they’ll go home and take out your pictures and place them side by side, trying to figure out which smile meant you were hurting this bad. which t-shirt said I need an extra hug. which sweater hides the need for an I love you. that elderly neighbour you say hello to every morning as she grabs her paper will sit on her porch and wonder why you’re late. she’ll return every morning to be greeted by the crisp, cold air instead of you. your dog will continuously wait at the front door, wagging his tail for footsteps that will never return. he won’t want to eat. he’ll slowly lose weight and his interest in playing and walking. He’ll find the spot on your bed that feels the most like his favorite petting spot and lay there for days. you may be hurting now, but there will be an insurmountable world of pain without you.

anonymous asked:

I feel like I need to lose weight to get a girlfriend, all the lesbians and bisexual women I know are into boyishly skinny women and it's just hopeless for me.

There is definitely a certain look that seems very popular out there - ya know, the skinny gal with the undercut and the button-down shirt, probably with a lip piercing and Doc Martens. But I can assure you that there are plenty of lesbian, bi, pan, and queer women who dig girls of all shapes and sizes! 

Honestly, there have been times when skinny chicks have shown interest in me, and I was like, “really? me? Are you - are you sure? Wait, you wanna kiss ME? Wait, you’re actually flirting with ME?” so I get that sometimes it can feel like no one will ever be into a big girl like me. BUT IT DOES HAPPEN. 

You’re going to find someone who is into you for YOU and doesn’t expect you to change your body. I promise!


raggedyanndy (a fat bisexual gal)

Gain Overnight

Alfie Douglas’ Diary

Day 263 - I didn’t order rolls!
Dear Diary;
I blew up like a balloon this morning! Yesterday I was skinny and athletic. And today I weigh 250 pounds! My belly is super soft! I have even got girl tits like my older sister!

Before you say anything, I didn’t do anything that interesting yesterday. I came home from school, had dinner, watch a DVD then some videos  and then went to bed. A typical day for a 12 year old. Well, in the night I got up to go toilet. I was fine getting up and going. When I came back, I sat on my bed. And then, it happened. My body started to tingle. I thought it was because I was cold. And then, my body started to soften. I screamed as I saw my pyjama top push outwards. My belly was growing! I rubbed my belly in pain. I could also feel my pyjama bottoms filling out. My butt was growing aswell! I stood up and squeezed my growing butt. I groaned at the feeling. My chest was also in pain. I looked round to see two mounds growing outwards! I was getting Moobs! My pyjama top was shred to pieces as my belly grew to big for it. It flew of my body. My bottoms also flew off as my butt and thighs expanded. The weight of my Moobs pulled me towards the floor.

It all stopped. I smiled as I stood up. I was standing naked in my room with a belly the dive of a beach ball, a pair of tits and a huge butt. I felt really aroused. I squeezed my belly. Why has it grown? I started to panic. I need help. My parents were away! I’m alone! I ran into my older brothers room. Under his bed was a scale. My brothers trying to lose weight, but he hasn’t lost a single pound yet. Looks like I will be joining him. I stood atop the scales and measured my self. 250 Pounds! That’s EXACTLY the same weight as my brother! And guess what? I can wear his clothes! I pulled open a draw and grabbed a shirt. I put it on, only to realise it wouldn’t go over my belly. Maybe I AM BIGGER than my brother. Oops. I panicked again and grabbed some underwear. At least they fit…badly.

So that was my day. Bad isn’t it? I called a doctor over to ask for help. He said he had a case with a girl who had the same age as me, gained the same amount of weight as me and also gained it all at the same time as me. Looks like I’m not the only one…

Day264 - Fatter than Life
Dear Diary;
Yes, I got fatter again today. This is really weird. Why is this happening to me? Oh, and that other girl. I wish my parents were here. I’m really lonely. My doctor has been nice though. He sent me some clothes that actually fit! Yay!

I started to gain more weight at about noon today. I was watching TV and eating chips. I didn’t give a single fuck about my weight now. As soon as I finished the bag of chips, I felt that sinister tingle again. I knew what was going to follow. And then it started. My whole body softened as fat started to fill up my clothes. My top was pushed outwards by my expanding gut. My sweatpants ripped as my butt jiggled out of them. I started to cry in terror. My top flew off as my belly expanded. My Moobs grew slightly, but not that much. I squeezed my body, waiting for it to stop.

Guess what happened next? I gained 1000 pounds. Only joking, it stopped. I stood there naked in my living room with my huge body still jiggling from the impact. I panicked as I ran to the bathroom. My belly bounced as I ran upstairs. I grabbed the scales and bounced ontop. 300 POUNDS! That’s huge! I’m 12 and I weigh more than my fucking dad!? No way. I won’t be able to call my brother ‘Fat hippo’ anymore. My brother was 230 pounds, but I guess I have to go in that diet now. Oops. I also had no more clothes now. My life couldn’t get any worse…

Day 265 - Stretchmarks the spot
Dear Diary;
My belly is sooooo big! I gained a lot more weight today! I’m actually really fucking huge. Excuse my French. But I am. I never knew anyone the size of me after my gain today, and im only twelve. Anyway, Ill tell you about today.

Today all I have done Is sit naked in the living room watching tv. For some strange reason I was aroused at the thought of being fat and naked. I was also aroused at the thought of not even being able to fit my Moobs in my older sisters bra’s. that thought is really arousing. Was I enjoying this? I think I actually am.

Well at 3 I was gaining again. Because I was wearing no clothes, I could see all the gaining going on. My belly flooded my thigs, covering the surface of them. My thighs also grew. They pushed all the rubbish next to me away. I groaned. My butt pushed me upwards a bit. I stood up and my belly just swung from my body. I slapped it and it continued to grow. My butt was really huge. It was bigger than all my sisters’ butts combined. I grabbed a handful of the flesh on my arsed and squeezed. Ooh the feeling. The gaining stopped. I was really big. REALLY big.

The scales were in the hall. I hopped ontop and waited for the number. 350. THREE HUNDRED AND FIFTY FUCKING POUNDS! WTF! I’m huge!  I slapped my butt in anger. It continued to wobble for minutes after I even slapped it. So yeah. That is what happened. My doctor brang some more clothes round today. Yay. Now I have some clothes I can actually fit into. But I loved the feeling of trying to squeeze my butt into my brothers underwear.

As much as I would like to call it profusion, we’re facing a sort of confusion with the ascent and nerve of a TV drama series. When I look around, I feel that people of the same age divide. I could actually point them out and divide them myself, like Moses did with soup. I mean water. My point is: there are those who decide to put a ring on it once they hit mid twenties and the rest, who decide to hook up more or stay indoors more (depending on the monthly booze-tobacco-expensive footwear-pasta-books-mascara budget), lose weight, make a diy business, go to Africa or hit the therapist (not in the face, but some might also consider that after their cash withdrawal receipt failed to match their self esteem boost).
We don’t need to be teenagers to become confused, and I for once know there wasn’t so much confusion around back in ’97. It’s floating around, it protrudes through the torn sleeves of your shirt, it itches your skin, it melts in your Starbucks latte. It’s responsible for your bad breath, bad habits like smoking 2-3 packs a day, exchanging walking with cabs or intentionally forgetting to say hello to all the friends that you hate because they’re happy. It’s in the mindless sex you have only for the sake of f e e l i n g something better than tequila. In the plane tickets you buy wishing you didn’t come back. It eventually makes us go on Facebook and like that sappy sad page “My friends are getting married; I’m only getting drunk”. Coke, bikes, beer, drunken girls in Control at 2 am, top 5 easy ways to get in their pants, post hipsterism, electronic vibes, Florence and The Machine on the rocks, riding in cars with boys, Urban Outfitters. The labels of a an artsy fartsy world filled with confusion.
Stupid takes it all.
—  Ioana Cristina Casapu

Sterek A-Z Challenge: one word prompts

Week 13: M - Model

“Just take your damn pants off, Derek,” Stiles snapped, which spawned the opposite reaction than the one he wanted.

Big bad, beta Derek Hale was sulking. He stood shirtless and barefoot in the middle of their loft, which wasn’t all that uncommon, except for the part where he was hugging himself like he wanted to hide. It wasn’t anything that Stiles hadn’t seen before. Not just the adorable shyness that occasionally overtook the former alpha, but the nudity too.

Just the night before, he’d licked every inch of Derek’s fucking beautifully sculpted abs, but the little pout on Derek’s lips and hunch of his shoulder made Stiles’ stomach knot uncomfortably.

Stiles ruffled his hair with both hands in frustration. “Derek-”

“I changed my mind,” Derek grunted.

“You, what? You changed your mind?” Stiles said and snatched Derek’s shirt off the back of the couch before his boyfriend could grab it. “You can’t change your mind. You promised!”

Derek reached around Stiles, clawing for the shirt. “Yeah, well, I just did.”

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Shape of You || Prompto x Reader

Okay, so this drabble is from personal experiences…that is up until Prompto. It was very therapeutic for me to type this out. I put a lot of emotion into this. FYI these are things that were said to me by my own mother. I’m hoping it can bring people comfort in knowing they are not alone. Please enjoy, this is one of my most heartfelt writings.

Tagging: @blindbae @itshaejinju @promptoargentum-is-my-husband
Word Count: 1913

How did I get to this point?

God, I’m such an idiot!

There’s no way this will end alright.

I had been talking to a guy over the Kings Knight mobile game. It started off as being on the same team. He really liked how my character was built up. We talked more on the private messenger in the app, then we exchanged numbers. We mainly text. I call him by his username: Knight2336 or Knight. He calls me Demon Guardian or Demmi for short. Turns out he lived in Insomnia, well, a lot of players do. But the thought of possibly seen him in passing…. Was absolutely terrifying.

Don’t get me wrong, I know he’s an amazing guy. But, I’m not something he would have looked twice at…

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Stress- Clint Barton

Character: Clint Barton


61. “This is why we can’t have nice things.”

96. “I can’t stand the thought of losing you.”

Warnings: None, just some cute Clint Barton and lots of fluff!! Thank you for the Clint request…next to Captain, he’s my fav so I love being able to show him some lovin! xD Keep ‘em coming! Steve, Bucky, Clint, Tony…whoever! 

I stood on my tiptoes, trying to open and close the cupboards in the kitchen as quietly as possible. While I was wide awake, I know no one would be happy if they woke up to the sounds of me slamming doors and sorting through pots and pans at three in the morning.

“Flour, flour, where’s the flour.” I mumbled under my breath.

I reached up to tug on a promising looking white paper bag when there was a sudden shooting pain down my leg. I let out a hiss of pain and clapped a hand over my thigh. Damn pulled muscle. I knew I should’ve listened to Nat when she told me to ice it, but with everything else on my mind, I’d never gotten around to it. I’d probably be regretting it even more by tomorrow. I massaged the muscles in my leg gently until the pain seemed to dwindle. Then I was back on my tippy toes, reaching for what I hoped was flour.

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Chase You Down (3)

Bucky x Reader

Based off of Chase You Down by RUNAGROUND

Summary: The infamous Brooklyn mob boss, Bucky Barnes, has a tendency of sleeping around and killing people on a short fuse. So what happens when a certain girl catches his eye and turns his already shitty world upside down?

BEFORE YOU READ: this is a semi-oc fic! You can still insert your name into the fic, that’s not changing. However, ‘you’, will have some characteristics that ‘you’ might not actually have in real time. It just fits the story better if I actually describe it instead of leaving holes in the story. Enjoy!

Warnings: swearing, angst, violence, fluff, plot twist. Agra means ‘love’ or ‘dear’ in gaelic.


Word Count: 1.6k+

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Originally posted by vintagefangirll

“Where the hell is she? I know she’s suppose to perform tonight. I remember booking her!” I shout at Steve, running a hand through my hair, glancing at my watch. Y/n’s suppose to be up on stage in ten minutes and she’s nowhere to be found. I down the rest of my whiskey and shake my nerves away.

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Just the way you are.

Idol: Wendy. (Red velvet)

Prompt: Hi, how are you? I would like to request a scenario with Red Velvet’s Wendy where her gf is feeling insecure about her looks so Wendy comforts her and tells her she’s beautiful and this kind of thing, please. As fluff as possible hahaha thank you in advance, I hope you have a great day :) 

Warnings: I wrote about body image, weight and dieting so if that’s an issue be cautious.

A/N: Also i just want to say before you all read that no matter what size you are, or whether or not you think you’re good looking or pretty, whether you think your skin is too dark or too light, or whatever you dislike about yourself. YOU ARE ALL BEAUTIFUL!!!! (I just wanted to say it, given the nature of this scenario). We all have something we dislike about ourselves, but I want each and everyone of you to take care of yourselves and if you never need anyone to talk to hmu. I preach self love and body positivity so please look after yourselves.

Writer: Admin Kitty.

Originally posted by fluffy-mark

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A/N: Alrighty, so I’ve had this idea for like…months AND NOW I CAN DO IT. Happy Birthday to the beautiful, lovely, talented peanut to my strawberry @magerain​.

Fandom: Fairy Tail
Pairing: GrayLu
Rating: K+ - swearing

Summary: Gray’s home late after work runs long on an important date. Lucy’s grumpy about it. GrayLu.

Sometimes Gray really hates people.

Like when he’s at the store and some idiot sneaks in and steals his parking spot, or if he’s on the train in the silent section and the only other guy that’s there won’t stop talking.

In this particular case, he hates how some piece of shit asshole decided barreling into his business today was a good idea so he could knock over the ice sculpture he’d just finished.

It was due for a wedding that following day and had taken Gray weeks to do.

He’d only had hours to make another one.

His neck is stiff, his arms hurt, his fingers are bandaged from cutting himself more than once. Made it a little harder to work since bloody sculptures do not make for happy customers. Obviously.

He made the idiot pay for it of course. The Asshole put up a bit of a fight, but since Gray’d been holding a few chisels in a…relatively suggestive manner, he didn’t have much to say past his initial protest.

Fucking idiot.

Gray runs a hand through his hair as he fumbles with the many keys on his keychain and slides it into the lock. It’s late. He knows that. Lucy’s definitely sleeping since he was supposed to be home hours ago. He’d told Lyon to give her a call…

Had Lyon given her a call?

He can’t remember.


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Hot yoga

My timeline breakdown of my hot yoga experience

Register for hot yoga class. Infinite wisdom tells me to commit to 5 class packages. I pay $89.74. Money well spent, I smugly confirm to myself.

Open door to yoga room. A gush of hot dry air rushes through and past me. It smells of breath, sweat and hot. Take spot on floor in back of room next to cute guy. We will date.

I feel the need to be as near to naked as possible. This is a problem because of the hot guy to my left and our pending courtship. He will not be pleased to learn that I need to lose 15 pounds before I propose to him

The shirt and sweats have to come off. I throw caution to the wind and decide to rely on my wit and conditioning to overcome any weight issues my fiancée may take issue with. This will take a lot of wit and conditioning.

Begin small talk with my husband to be. He pretends to ignore me but I know how he can be. I allow him to concentrate and stare straight ahead and continue to pretend that I don’t exist. As we finish sharing our special moment, I am suddenly aware of a sweat mustache that has formed below my nose. This must be from the all the whispering between us.

Instructor enters the room and ascends her special podium at the front of the room. She is a tiny Chinese woman. She introduces me to the class and everyone turns around to greet me just as I decide to aggressively adjust my underwear in my Under Armor. My husband is notably unfazed.

Since I do have experience with yoga I fully consider that I may be so outstanding and skilled that my instructor may call me out and ask me to guide the class. My husband will look on with a sparkle in his eye. We will make love after class.

It is now up to 95 degrees in the room. We have been practicing deep breathing exercises for the last 8 minutes. This would not be a problem if we were all breathing actual, you know, oxygen. Instead, we are breathing each other’s body odor, expelled carbon dioxide and other unmentionables. (Don’t worry, I’ll mention them later.)

It is now 100 degrees and I take notice of the humidity, which is hovering at about 90%. I feel the familiar adorning stare of my groom and decide to look back at him. He appears to be nauseated. I then realize that I forgot to brush my teeth prior to attending this class. We bond.

It is now 110 degrees and 95% humidity. I am now balancing on one leg with the other leg crossed over the other. My arms are intertwined and I am squatting. The last time I was in this position was 29 years ago in the womb, but I’m in this for the long haul. My husband looks slightly weathered sweat is streaming down his face. Well, “for better or worse” is what we committed to so we press on.

The overweight Hispanic man two spots over has sweat running down his legs. At least I think its sweat. He is holding every position and has not had a sip of water since we walked in. He is making me look bad and I hate him.

I consider that if anyone in this room farted that we would all certainly perish.

It is now 140 degrees and 100% humidity. I am covered from head to toe in sweat. There is not a square millimeter on my body that is not slippery and sweaty. I am so slimy that I feel like a sea lion or a maybe sea eel. Not even a bear trap could hold me. The sweat is stinging my eyeballs and I can no longer see.

This room stinks of asparagus, cloves, tuna and tacos. There is no food in the room. I realize that this is an aroma of the body odors of 30 people in a 140 degree room for the last 55 minutes. Seriously, enough with the asparagus, ok?

140 degrees and 130% humidity. Look, asshole, I need my space here so don’t get all pissy with me if I accidentally sprayed you with sweat as I flipped over. Seriously, is that where this relationship is going? Get over yourself. We need counseling and he needs to be medicated. Stat!

150 degrees and cloudy. And hot. I can no longer move my limbs on my own. I have given up on attempting any of the commands this Chinese chick is yelling out at us. I will lay sedentary until the aid unit arrives. I will buy this building and then have it destroyed.
I lose consciousness.

I have a headache and my husband is being a selfish ass. I can’t really breathe. All I can think about is holding a cup of hot sand in my mouth. I cannot remember what an ice cube is and cannot remember what snow looks like. I consider that my only escape might be a crab walk across 15 bodies and then out of the room. I am paralyzed, and may never walk again so the whole crab walk thing is pretty much out.

I cannot move at all and cannot reach my water. Is breathing voluntary or involuntary? If it’s voluntary, I am screwed. I stopped participating in the class 20 minutes ago. Hey, lady! I paid for this frickin class, ok?! You work for me! Stop yelling at everyone and just tell us a story or something. It’s like juice and cracker time, ok?

It is now 165 degrees and moisture is dripping from the ceiling. The towel that I am laying on is no longer providing any wicking or drying properties. It is actually placing additional sweat on me as I touch it. My towel reeks. I cannot identify the smell but no way can it be from me. Did someone spray some stank on my towel or something?

Torture session is over. I wish hateful things upon the instructor. She graciously allows us to stay and ‘cool down’ in the room. It is 175 degrees. Who cools down in 175 degrees? A Komodo Dragon? My husband has left the room. Probably to throw up.

My opportunity to escape has arrived. I roll over to my stomach and press up to my knees. It is warmer as I rise up from ground level - probably by 15 degrees. So let’s conservatively say it’s 190. I muster my final energy and slowly rise. One foot in front of the other. One foot in front of the other. Towards the door. Towards the door.

The temperature in the lobby is 72 degrees. Both nipples stiffen to diamond strength from the 100 degree temp swing. I can once again breathe though so I am pleased. I spot my future ex husband in the lobby. We had such a good thing going but I know that no measure of counseling will be able to unravel the day’s turmoil and mental scaring.

Arrive at Tropical Smoothie Cafe and proceed to order a 32 oz beverage. 402 calories, 0 fat and 14 grams of protein – effectively negating any caloric burn or benefit from the last 90 minutes. I finish it in 3 minutes and spend the next 30 min writing this memoir.

In light of recent events re: Chuuya and a certain festival here’s a fic. 

The long stalks of bamboo seemed never ending as Chuuya picked his way through the forest. The bamboo he held made his arms ache. The air had cooled and the light in the forest grew dim, and still Chuuya walked. 

He hadn’t yet made his wish, but right now had he been given a slip of paper he would’ve wished to get out of this damn forest. 

His phone rang. He hadn’t had service in hours, and he dropped the bamboo stalks in favor of grabbing his phone and smashing the screen with his fingers to accept the call. 

Finally,” he breathed. 

The laughter on the other end killed his hopes stone cold dead. 

“Chuuya~ I was hoping you weren’t busy!” Dazai’s voice sounded just as annoying as ever. Chuuya wanted to hang up, but this was the first contact he’d been able to make in hours. 

“Listen, Dazai, I don’t have time for your bullshit. I’m stuck in a fucking bamboo forest and I’m lost, so if you can find someone to maybe get me out of here-” 

“Ugh, but that’s effort, Chuuya,” Dazai groaned. “I just called to complain about how Kunikida-kun wants me to get off the couch and actually celebrate, but I’m so tired and my head hurts.” 

“Why the hell do I cared?” Chuuya snapped, his voice going high with slight hysteria. “I’m stuck in a forest. I’ve been here for hours! I need to get out of here!” 

“Eeehh? You don’t make sense, Chuuya. Drinking early, I see.” 

“I’m not drunk!” Chuuya shouted. “I’m! Lost!” 

“Lost.” Dazai sighed. “Chuuya, since it looks like you’re going to miss the festivities anyway, what would your wish be?” 

“To get out of here,” Chuuya snarled. “To have you listen to me for once.” 

“Hey, Chuuya,” Dazai said, and his voice sounded odd. “Your’e an Executive, right?” 

Chuuya almost crushed his phone. Dazai sounded weird because Dazai was right behind him. 

He hung up and turned around slowly. Dazai stood amongst the bamboo with a shit-eating grin on his face. 

Chuuya rushed forward and barreled into Dazai, causing him to lose his balance and fall against the bamboo, which shivered ominously as it held the weight of Dazai being shoved against it. 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” 

“Like I said, you need to stop acting like Mori’s lapdog,” Dazai said. “I can’t believe after all these years I have to come save you again. Just like old times, right?” 

“Yeah right,” Chuuya scoffed. “How do we get out of here?” 

“I don’t know!” Dazai held up his hands. Chuuya snarled and grabbed Dazai’s shirt, shaking him. “Calm down! Since we’re both here maybe we can celebrate! What’s your wish, Chuuya?” 

“I want to punch you in the face,” Chuuya hissed. “What’s yours?” 

“I don’t do wishes,” Dazai said, oddly solemn. “But I do want this.” He cupped Chuuya’s face, leaned forward, and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. 

When he pulled away, Chuuya’s eyes were wide. He stared at Dazai, struggling to form words, struggling to even form thoughts. His hand let go of Dazai’s shirt and fell to his side. 

“We should get back!” Dazai clapped his hands together. “I do know the way, actually!” He spun around and started skipping through the bamboo. 

“W-wait a second, asshole! What the hell?” Chuuya stumbled after him. 

“Can’t find out if you can’t keep up,” Dazai sing-songed. 

Chuuya cursed and forced his way through the bamboo to catch up with Dazai. 

Haechan x Reader Soulmate AU Headcanon
  • Your name is somehow on his collarbone.
  • And his name is on your foot.
  • Yeah, you practically figure out you’re soulmates like that.
  • THEN MORE PROOF: “My love for you is like diarrhea. I just can’t hold it in.”
  • Yep, thats the first thing he said to you. 
  • And now you have a horrible pickup line tattoed on your hands.
  • Okay so he hates Mark.
  • Like, absolutely hates him.
  • You find out about that, and start plotting something.
  • “Mark is the best!”
  • And now he has that tattoed on his arm.

When your soulmates draw on themselves, the doodles show up on your skin as well.

  • So now your body is constantly covered with random ass words, and just weird crap.
  • You spend 3-4 hours trying to get all the shit off of you, and it appears again.
  • To avenge yourself, you grab a permanent marker, and write swear words all over your body.
  • Then he calls you up like, “I just got susupended for having ‘fuck off ‘teachers name’ on my wrist thanks.”

You can hear your soulmates voice in your head, but only when they sing.

  • So he has something with singing, kay.
  • And he constantly is singing.
  • But you know your voice sucks so you don’t sing, because his ears will bleed.
  • But there are constant arguments about this.

Your chest glows when you look them in the eyes.

  • Yeah this pisses both of you off so bad.
  • Once you were at your highschool, and light just showed up through your nipples and people were like ‘??’
  • And once he looked at you and his shirt just randomly started glowing and he was goddamn confused like?

When your soulmate eats something you crave what they’re eating.

  • Diets are hell.
  • Once you were like, determine on losing weight bt he ate pizza and you suddebly start sobbing cuz you want it.
  • He constantly eats random shit you hate when he’s mad at you.
  • You, the person who absolutely hate healthy stuff with all your might walk to the convenience store at 2 a.m to get youself broccoli cuz that asshole.
  • Yeah your life is awesome.

@itsmultifandomshit Here you go lovely!