look at your body

anonymous asked:

Lose weight fatty. That bikini looks bad on you. If you actually unconditionally loved your body, you would take care of it and exercise even when you don't want to. You would have said no to that second slice of pizza You wouldn't just let yourself get to your "heaviest weight in a long time". That's called laziness. And I know every fat person has some medical reason that they are fat. But if you don't put excess calories into your body there is literally no possible way you can gain weight

I sincerely hope you get hugged today.

It takes being a really sad and frustrated person to go through other people’s old posts and then send hate like this.
Thankfully I am strong enough and love myself enough that the only thing I feel after reading this is pity for you. I really hope you get some joy in your life because you need it.

In the meantime, I am going to continue to be my fat fabulous self and love my body unconditionally no matter how much I weigh. I hope one day you reach that level of confidence, serenity and happiness.

Have a good day love.

anonymous asked:

I need your opinion on this. I identify as a masculine presenting nonbinary person anyway I have considered getting top surgery in the future. Do you think it would be weird to get it although im not a transmale.

Not at all! It’s your choice how you want your body to look!

anonymous asked:

I'm 6'1 (186 cm) and it's awful. I can get skinny as much as i want, I'll always weight too much.

no you won’t. i know it’s hard to see everyone with lower ugw’s cos of their height but think, your height with a slim body will look fucking amazing :)

stay safe lovely ~

jinpinkprincessstuff  asked:

Dude im so tall for my age;-;

I shall make you count the benefits of being tol and not smol, right here, right now. 1) You can look down on people 2) humanity is turning shittier by the day so I’d rather look down upon them rather than look up to them 3) you become 100× scarier 4) it is good to be scary because then you fight all the misogynistic, racist, lgbtqia-phobics, rapists, robbers, pedophiles and other monstrosities on the planet 5) being tall also makes your body more proportionate 6) it helps in sports 7) it helps with basketball and yoongi likes basketball 8) if bts is ever in trouble you can protecc and attacc for them with your body 9) YOU CAN LOOK MEN IN THE EYE AND TELL THEM TO RESPECT WOMEN 10) i like tall people so you should too 11) be proud of who you are because no one can be as you as *you* and you are perfect that way♡♡♡

Originally posted by officialwookkibby

anonymous asked:

Hey! Not sure if you cover this question but for a while now I've wanted to lose weight. I really want to ask my dad for help in doing so (he's on his own journey to his desired weight), but I'm a bit afraid of what people will say. I hate drawing attention and this will surely do that and some people in my family are negative. How do I handle this kind of situation? What do I do? The talk about me becoming fitter is the only obstacle I have with losing weight.

Hi Nonnie. Feel free to PM me. I’m not sure if you’re trying to say that your family talks about you getting fitter and that puts you off from wanting to be fitter? If that’s the case, I certainly see how that works. It’s called reverse psychology. It’s also none of their damn business how fit you choose to be or what “fit” looks like on you and for your body.

I just want to say a few things real quick. I think the focus should be on being the healthiest version of you. The focus shouldn’t be on losing weight. That doesn’t make sense for many people and just because we weigh less, doesn’t mean we are healthier. Sometimes when we weigh more, we are actually healthier. So I think it’s important to shift the focus from “losing weight” to being healthy.

I think shifting the focus can go a long way toward maintaining healthy and positive mental health. When we feel good on the inside, it changes how we view ourselves on the outside. And that’s important.

If you want to ask you dad, then I say ask you dad! Having a health partner to rely on can be really great. In all things having someone to support us is good. And if your dad has been in your shoes, then that can be a point of relating to one another. The negative family members can’t really be good support groups or health partners. Because they’re negative. I can’t speak for them, but it sounds like they think you should lose weight. And that’s not the right way to focus on you or your health journey, and it’s not a good way to focus attention. (And it’s honestly flat out wrong—depending on how they articulate it.)

So maybe you find a time to talk to you dad when no one else is around. And it’s perfectly fine to ask him not to say anything to the rest of the family. (Not sure is you and your dad live in the same house or not.) If it’s confidence you need, you could try standing in the bathroom or your room with your hands over your head in the shape of a wide V. They call it victory pose and it’s been scientifically proven to change you brain chemistry. Also lounging back in a chair with your feet up on a table (like a boss 😂) will hangs your brain chemistry in the same way. It makes us more confident. So I’d say try those things before you talk to your dad if you need a quick boost.

If there are situations you anticipate where someone might say something negative to you, I always find that role playing helps A LOT. My mom and I used to do this exercise when I was a kid. She would play the bully and I’d play myself. Or she would be me and I would be the bully. Then we’d go back and forth over what I would say and do and just role playing it—getting some muscle memory for the possible situations—did so much for my confidence and my ability to face those situations. You can get a friend to help you role play, but you don’t need another person. You can stand in front of a mirror (or alone) and go over (out loud) what you’d say to imagined negativity from your family. That can work wonders. For all kinds of situations too.

Having the confidence to ask for help to be healthier is a form of self care, too. So maybe if you think about it in that light, it may help when people say negative things. It’s not about them and what they say, it’s about you and learning to care for yourself in the ways your need. You know? Haters gonna hate. Leave em for the birds. You focus on you.

I hope this helps! Feel free to PM me!

married part 4- h.s imagine

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Harry sighed as he walked into his apartment. The last place he wanted to be at right now was his home. In reality, he wish he never walked out of your apartment. You were right. Your world didn’t revolve around him. He should’ve realized that he wasn’t the center of your universe. He should’ve let you tell him all about your date. “I’ll just talk to her in the morning,” he thought while he started to walk to his and Kimberly’s room.

“Where’d you go?” a voice called out. Harry halted mid-step. He turned around to see Kimberly sitting in the living room, her arms crossed over her chest. Harry bit his bottom lip, beginning to walk towards her. “I went to Y/N’s. Listen baby, I’m sorry I said-”

“You were with Y/N?” Kimberly asked, her voice laced with bitterness. Harry’s eyebrows quickly furrowed together as he sat down on the spot next to her. Kimberly was quick to move away, beginning to pace around. “I always go to her when I need to talk to someone.” Harry added, suddenly feeling the need to explain himself.

Kimberly quickly turned around to face Harry. “I’m your wife, Harry! Don’t you think you should be talking to me whenever you have a problem?” Harry’s cheeks immediately heated up,looking down at his fidgeting fingers, “We got into a fight. I just wanted Y/N’s opinion.”

Kimberly let out what was mixed between a scoff and a laugh. “As if we can trust her opinion.” Harry quickly stood up, feeling like he needed to stick up for his best friend. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Kimberly eyes widened, her head shaking, “How could you be so oblivious, Harry! The girl is in love with you!”

Harry quickly shook his head, “She’s my best friend, Kimberly! How could you accuse her of something like that!”

Kimberly crossed her arms once more before she sat back down on the couch. “I’m supposed to be your best friend.” She shook her head as she stared at the ground. “I notice the way she looks at you. She looks at you like it’s just you two in the room. She listens to every word you say. She puts your needs before hers! Everyone sees it! Everyone but you!” Harry remained silent as he sat down next to Kimberly, his palms beginning to sweat.

“Didn’t you notice how sad she was at the wedding?” Kimberly whispered as she placed her hand on top of Harry’s. Harry closed his eyes. “No…no. I’m her best friend. She was just happy for me. They were happy tears.”

Kimberly sat further into the couch. “Harry, they were tears because the guy she was in love with was marrying someone else.”


You were sitting in your kitchen. A cup of tea in front of you that was now cold. You sighed as you heard a knock on your door. You wiped a tear that fell from frustration from your fight with Harry. When you opened the door, there stood Harry at your doorstep for the second time tonight. Harry was giving you a look that sent shivers down your spine. He let himself into your apartment. You closed the door behind him, “Listen Harry, I’m sorry for-”

Harry spun around to face you, his breathing becoming harder and harsher. “Are you in love with me?”

Your eyes widened. Your secret that you kept for years was finally out. Your eyes quickly scanned Harry’s, trying to get some sense of how he was feeling. When you didn’t answer Harry, he immediately knew what your answer was. He ran his hand over his face as he took a deep breath. “How long?”

You suddenly felt so small. Your arms crossed, as if they were trying to protect yourself. You never wanted Harry to find out. You thought if he ever did find out, the two of you would be old and gray’ you would have a husband and the thought of once being in love with Harry would seem funny. Now, you felt nothing but shame for ever growing feelings for your best friend.

You took a deep breath, your eyes threatening to spill out tears. “Since we were 18,” you whispered. Now it was time for Harry to gasp. “18!” He repeated, his hand slamming down on the counter. You visibly winced, you closed your eyes as your arms tightened around your body.

“5 years! You’ve been in love with me for 5 years!” Harry shouted. He began to pace around your living room, pulling on his hair out of frustration. Harry looked back at you, his eyes softening at your trembling body as you cried. “Why didn’t you tell me,” Harry whispered so softly that you almost didn’t hear. You looked up at the ceiling, tears falling from your face, “I didn’t want to ruin what we had Harry! Our friendship…it was so beautiful! So…real! I was afraid that if I told you or if you somehow you found out, it would ruin everything.”

Harry looked down, his own eyes beginning to fill with tears. He looked up at you and took a deep breath, “You should’ve told me, Y/N. If you told me…things would’ve been different.” You let out a quiet scoff as you stared at the ground. Harry came closer to you. He placed his hand on your cheek, causing you to look up at him. Harry leant his forehead against yours, “I’ve been in love with you all my life.”

You let out a small gasp before Harry continued, “I’ve been in love with you…for so long, Y/N. But I knew someone like you would never be in love with someone like me.” Harry opened his eyes as he grabbed your hands. “You’re so..beautiful. You’re so compassionate and kind to the world. How could I not fall in love with you?” Harry chuckled through his tears. You looked into Harry’s eyes that were filled with nothing but sadness.

“If I knew that you loved me…I would be married to you right now.” Harry whispered. You let out a sob as you rested your head against Harry’s chest. Harry wrapped his arms around you as he looked up, trying to stop crying. “But I’m with Kimberly. And I fell in love with her too.”

You nodded your head as you buried your face more into Harry’s chest. For what felt like an eternity, the two of you held on to each other as if this was the last time you guys would be seeing each other.


Niall let himself into your apartment. He placed his bag down as he quietly made his way into your bedroom. He sighed as he saw the plate of food he left out for you remained untouched. As he came closer to your bed, he noticed the tear stains on your face as you were asleep. He sighed, feeling the same sympathy he did for you when Harry got married. Niall grabbed a blanket you kept on your bed and placed it over you before he left your room.

When Harry left your apartment that night, you immediately called Niall and struggled to tell him what happened between your sobs. Niall tried assuring you that everything would be okay. He tried telling you that this was just a bump; that somehow you and Harry would get past this. But it’s been two weeks and Harry hasn’t tried contacting you since.

Niall was sitting on the couch in you living room when you finally came out of your room. You sat down on the spot next to him, bringing your knees up to your chest. Niall placed his phone down. “I brought some food.” He said as he nodded towards the bag on the counter. You were staring at the wall in front of you. You let out a quiet “thanks.”

Niall bit his bottom lip, trying to think of what to say. He glanced at his phone and smiled. “Your birthday’s tomorrow. That’s exciting isn’t it?”

You shrugged your shoulders. Niall sighed, “Would you like to do anything? I can clear my schedule. Maybe we can go to-”

“I don’t really want to do anything. Thank you though, Niall.” You said quietly. Niall nodded his head as he scooted further into the couch.

Eventually Niall left. He placed a kiss on your head and a promise that he’ll be back tomorrow. Your eyes shifted to the clock on the wall. 11:34PM

With the time ticking closer and closer to 12, you could feel your anxiety bouncing off the walls. Harry has never missed the tradition of coming to your place for your birthday with a home made cake. Surely he wouldn’t miss it because of what happened.

Right?

You looked at the clock again. 12PM. It was officially your birthday. You stared at the door, hoping that Harry would burst in. Your eyes began to water when you realized it wasn’t going to happen. Tears began to fall off your face as your tradition was broken. You placed your head into your hands. Of course he wasn’t coming. Just because he knew you loved him, he wasn’t going to leave his wife for you. You were his past, Kimberly was his present. Stupid girl you thought.


Harry glanced at the time on his phone. He sighed as he looked at the cake he made earlier in front of him. He grabbed the cake and threw it into the trash can before he went back to bed.


i have never been so excited to write this! thank you guys so much for the constant love for married! it means the absolute world that you guys like it! i love hearing from you guys! let me know what you thought!

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Just Business, No Pleasure

Warnings: SMUT (Ages 18+)

Summary: You and Bucky have been successfully keeping your relationship a secret for a while now. However, you’re not so sure how much longer you can take it once he’s assigned the job of seducing another woman on a mission.

Word Count: 4.6k (I’m so sorry)

MASTERLIST

Originally posted by ohhseby


“—this is the target’s wife, Lucille. She was dumb enough to marry him and he was dumb enough to think she’d be faithful. Barnes, I want you to go about seducing her. Y’know, the typical ‘40s charm: court her, woo her, whisper sweet nothings; the whole shebang.” Your blood went cold at Tony’s words, not even daring to look at Bucky across the conference room table. “Most of us will be stationed around the gala with our comms on, but some of us are gonna stay back here and monitor the situation through security camera footage.”

“Why am I the one doing the seducing? Don’t you think this—” Bucky started, pointing to his vibranium arm, “—will be a bit of a dead giveaway that I’m not just some random suitor?” he asked, his unimpressed tone clearly challenging Tony and, although you still didn’t dare to look at him, you knew his countenance matched his voice.

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Nobody will ever be able to achieve greater beauty than you.
—  Poets Love Her
Abs and Algebra (Peter Parker x reader)

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: Prompt List- #20. “Arguing with you is always at the top of my list.”

Y/N never thought that the fitness room would make such a great study place. Peter never thought working out instead of homework was such a good excuse.

Requested: yes

Warning: language, slight teen angst, lol teen hormones

Word Count: 2339

Here’s another Peter one! I did a slight angst one bc I never really do those so here ya go! Lol hope you all enjoy!

Tagged List: @sigh-whoami @imsecretlyromanburki

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Why does he act like he knows absolutely everything? Why is always wearing that stupid blue sweater? Didn’t he know that it was a like eighty degrees outside? And why is he staring a hole through you right now, with his lips turned up like that, god that annoyed you so much. Oh god, and why are you blushing, uneasy mess right now? Snap the fuck out of it!

You quickly snapped your intense yet annoyed gaze at Peter and focused back on your homework. You still felt the burning feeling of his eyes on you as you continued to finish your Algebra homework. Why wasn’t he doing his homework? Great question, he should be finishing his homework. This was yet another one of the millions of qualities you didn’t care for about Peter Parker. It wasn’t that you hated him per se it was just, he acts like- well he thinks- okay fine. You really, really didn’t like him.

It was just almost everything about him ticked you off in such a way it made your eyes roll into the back of your head every time something cocky rolled off his tongue, or when he proved how much he could actually lift in the gym room, and when he acted as if he was the biggest superhero to roam the streets since Tony Stark.

He wasn’t.

I mean, neither were you. Sure, you couldn’t catch a bus with your bare hands. Or hang upside down from walls like a complete idiot, but you still had powers too. Yours weren’t trapping people in webbing, but they were pretty powerful. But, that’s besides the point. The point was, Peter Parker would find his way around a fucking mountain just to piss you off.

You didn’t to say it was personal, but it was. At school, he was a completely different person. His usual loud, rowdy, and arrogant persona you saw almost every day at the base was flipped into a shy, quiet, and polite teenage boy around his schoolmates and teachers. His superhero tactics and attitude must of paved the way for his ego to grow immensely around you outside of school. You didn’t even speak to him in Algebra class, it was as if you two didn’t know each other. He was low on the social radar at school, but you, you were even lower.

That didn’t bother you, knowing that as long as Peter kept your secret from everyone, you would keep his. But, this whole “teammate guidelines” book wasn’t even established beyond the boundaries of missions. Around the base, he would do anything to piss you off, and he knew it. He knew how angry you would get when he yanked your glasses of playfully as you worked vigorously on your homework. Or, when you would have to go on missions with him, he acted as if you were there to observe and he was sent to complete the job.

This was one thing you never grew tired of, and you attempted to tell Tony, but then decided against it, due to the fact Tony would just believe it was the two teens on the team who wanted to start drama.

So, you tried to keep your fiery comments back to Peter very slim, but that was on a good day.

Today was not one of those days.

Your mind had been attempting to focus its full attention on your Algebra homework for the past hour, but everywhere you traveled to try and get some peace and quiet, something disrupted you. So, you decided to land your final destination in the Fitness Room, somewhere you never went (lol). You typed in the pass code on the pad next to the door and walked in, the sound of absolute silence hitting your eardrums instantly. The sound was music to yours in a way as the silence settled you down and kept you calm.

Finally. There’s no arguing Tony and Steve, no loud Bucky and Sam, and then best of all, no bickering, egotistical Peter.

You sighed heavily in victory before making way to the only table in the Fitness Room. Sitting down at the white table, you pulled out your Algebra book and spiral, turning directly to the page you had stopped on when you heard Thor yell from behind you, “Neither of you are worthy!”.

You place your hands in your tangled locks, slipping on your glasses before looking down at the book to continue your studying in hopefully, silence.

Okay, if the four is squared then there’s no way this could work. The problem has to be undefined, I just don’t understand how-

You obviously spoke way too soon. Your thinking was stopped midway of the problem once your ears perked at the sound of the door swinging open and the footsteps of the last person you would want in there with you at the moment.

“Hey! Y/N! What are you doing studying in here?”

The voice that made your head ache and your veins pop out of your arms rang through your ears in a loud, uneasy echo throughout the seemingly vacant room.

Your Y/E/C eyes shut themselves tightly, fists matching them as you reached up to yank your glasses off your head and slam them down on your book in annoyance. Turning around to lock gazes with the prick behind you, you feel the peak of your complete and utter luck drop to the bottom of the line.

“This was the only quiet place in the entire building,” your pink lips open in a scowl as you made sure to emphasize the ‘was’ in your statement.

Peter’s brown eyes rolled into the back of his head as he tossed his towel across the room, landing on a weight bench. His shoulders shrugged in a careless manner, “Well, now it isn’t.”

A deep groan emitted from the bottom of your throat at his comment. Why can’t you just do one thing? One thing, Without Peter worming his ass into it. Whatever, you’ll just ignore him for the time being. You could do that, right? Of course you could.

Another sigh emits from you before you turn back around and attempt to focus on the problem that’s been eating your energy our for minutes. Slipping your glasses back on, you pick up your pencil and begin to work the problem form the beginning, seeing if you could start over and maybe, finally solve it.

As you began to write the four transitioning from the other side of the equation, your brain realized that wouldn’t work and mentally erased the idea from your mind. Minutes passed, and after five tries, your mind starts to get antsy and annoyed with the erase marks and X’s scattered all across your paper.

“I just don’t understand why you can’t subtract it from the-but wait. Then you would have to add, but no. That doesn’t make any sense either…” you muttered yourself, grumbling as you trailed off your incorrect thought and filed it with the others. You bit your chapped lip and tugged on it as your eyes lifted from the book to wander around the room in thought.

Your eyes shifted from towards the left corner of your eye and your intense, diligent gaze shifted from cloudy numbers scattered around your brain to a site that you hate to admit it, made your mind wander from math to an entirely new adventure. As you thought your eyes would meet a vacant workout bench, they instead met a very sweaty and very shirtless Peter Parker lifting weights before you.

What even was, Math?

Your thoughts vanished of immediate hatred every time your eyes met his figure. This time, your mouth went from ‘opened wide to scream something cursing at the boy in front of you’ to ‘close your damn mouth, Y/N, drool is starting to form at the boy in front of you’. His slightly tanned bare chest glistened with sweat dripping down to this stomach area. Obviously, Peter had yanked off the fully covered sweater that adorned his apparently, toned ass body underneath. You silently and guiltily prayed to the gods for the sight before you.

You continued to stare heavily at the sweaty, ripped boy lifting weights before you. Your eyes then trailed up to his bulging biceps, flexing every time the weight would come up above his sweaty head of hair. You felt your breath become heavy and your chest rise up in nervousness each time his body flexed in a new and fucking incredible way.  Your eyes then made way to Peter’s hair, he usual slicked back hair was ruffled in curls, due to the fact the wetness made his true hair type become evident.

Okay fine, you knew Peter was very, very attractive. But this? This was something you definitely didn’t need in your life. This was going to make everything ten times harder in an argument with the ripped boy next to you. Why god, why? But at the same time, thank you god, thank you.

“Are you done?”

The sound of Peter’s raspy and slightly high voice range through your ears, snapping you out of your guilty Peter stare down. You veins pumped with nerves and your eyes greeted Peter’s right brown orbs in an entire new kind of look. The clouded anticipation of Peter’s body was no longer evident in your eyes, it was now the usual annoyed glaze over your orbs. Your brain wracked for something smart to say back, knowing you’d been caught.

God, he is never going to let you live this down.

“What are you talking about?” you faked reality and acted as if he was the crazy one. You narrow your lids in seemingly displeasure and throw your pencil down, which had almost broken due to your fist squeezing it into oblivion.

Peter then jumped down from the slightly high step that supported numerous types of workout equipment. His wet towel was grasped in his right hand as he walked to right next to you, bare body leaning against the pole, “You’ve been checking me out for the past three minutes,” he interjected, arms folded across his chest cockily.

Your heart was beating quickly at his sudden confession, the truth obviously being told. You attempted to think of something fast before your major contemplative actions became too obvious. So, you thought of the most clever response you could come up with on a whim.

“Ew, no I haven’t.”

Wow, Y/N. That was genuinely so clever, you dumb ass.

“Uh, yeah you were,” he pushed back, leaning himself of the pole and inching closer to you.

“NO, I haven’t.”

“Yes, you have.”

“Nope.”

“Yes!”

“NO!”

“YES!”

“Peter it’s called thinking!” you sassed back, now standing up as aggravation swept your entire demeanor. Your own arms folded over your chest in a heated daze as your eyes never took themselves off Peter’s.

“Really, 'cause the last time I checked, biting your lip and staring at someone’s chest isn’t called thinking.”

Your body was so close to Peter’s you could feel the hot breath roll off his lips and hot your face as he fired back another comment. The body proximity of you two was nearly close to passing the 'too close’ line, but you didn’t care. You weren’t about to let Peter have this hanging over your head for the rest of your life. No matter how fucking good he looked sweaty and shirtless, you had to win.

Your eyes searched Peter’s in an intent stare as you popped out a question that had been lingering in the back of your mind for months, “Why do you always want to argue with me?”

You watched as Peter’s pink lips turned up into a playful smirk before stepping across that proximity into dangerous territory. Your pulse quickened at your state, your body instantly responding to a glorious hot and sweaty boy standing so close to you. Your cheeks flushed as the thoughts of this ran through your brain. Your teenage hormones didn’t give a shit whether it was Peter Parker or not standing this close to you in this state, they just knew how to play you.

Peter’s lips inched closer to yours, and the closer they got, the farther your brain got from the feeling of dislike and annoyance with the boy in front of you.

“Because, arguing with you is always at the top of my list,” he daringly whispered against your lips, the breath from his comment hitting your mouth slyly. Your eyes bounced from Peter’s bright brown eyes down to those egotistical lips numerous times before you had no idea what the hell you were doing. Your hormones were in drive.

The next thing you knew, your hand wrapped itself around Peter’s neck and yanked him forward to meet your mouth in a hot, fiery, and searing kiss. The word hatred meant nothing to you as his slightly chapped lips pushed themselves back onto yours and his arms wrapped around your frame. One hand was placed on the back of his neck and the other reached down and ran up and down his glorious abs. You felt him moan slightly at your soft touch and pulled you even closer to him, if that was a possibility. Your body ignited with sparks at his touch, and your knees shook as his tongue attempted to slide itself past your lips.

With no sense of manner or care in the world, you allowed him to and your body almost fainted at the feeling. You could tell it was getting hot and heavy a little too soon, so you shut your lips back together and took your hand off the back of his neck and sighed against his lips.

Peter took this as a signal and kissed you one last time softly before pulling away. Both your bodies breathed heavily near each other in need for instant air. Your eyes met in a warm daze and you reached up in delight to faintly touch your lips.

Faces burning with sudden realizations and passion, you drew apart and for the first time, smiled genuinely at the other.

show praise with your body

after your boyfriend wakes up, of course. 

This Moment

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader

Words: 941

Warnings: NSFW gifs. Masturbating. Fingering. Oral. Sex.

Anon asked “Could you write a fluffy smut with Tom holland and a plussizey (little bit you know-but not too much) confident reader? (:”

A/N: This was very fun to write I’m not gonna lie. Let me know if you want to be tagged.

Originally posted by parkery

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To be foolish

Title: To be foolish

Pairing: Reader x Peter Parker

Summary: Y/N has lived next to Peter since the 3rd grade and since has fallen hard for him, but Y/N doesn’t know he’s fallen just as hard.

Word count: 1,761

Songs: Slow Burn by Autograf

AN: So here’s part 2 of To be young! this part feels a little slow to me but I’m really excited about making the next part, so just bare with me lol. I hope you guys enjoy this part!

Heres Part 1: To be young

tagged@emrysaaryn@bubbles2428@dreaxs@marauder-lover@purecout-ure@therealme13posts , @tomllholland , @manyfandomstohandle

Originally posted by tomhollanderr



Its been about a week since Liz’s party happened and during that time Peter had completely started ignoring you, every time you sat by Peter he would get up and leave. In gym Ned and him started doing their stretches on the furthest part of the gym from you.

You were hurt. More then hurt actually, you felt broken. The guy of your dreams almost kissed you and now you could feel he regretted it, a lot. Hell he could barley even stand looking at you. Michelle finally spoke kicking you out of your horrid thoughts “Hey Y/N how ya holding up?” You felt her hand slowly rub your back in an attempt to comfort you. “Well MJ not very well, I’ve liked peter ever since he moved into that stupid apartment and when i finally got the chance to kiss him, he left me..” you paused looking up from the library table you’ve recently started coming to to seek comfort in being alone, “and he regrets it, he regrets trying to kiss me and won’t even do as much as give me the time of day.” Michelle’s hand dropped from your back and found their way onto your face and turned you to look at her. “Listen Y/N, maybe Peter has an explanation for all this.” She looked deep into your eyes feeling the sadness radiate off of you.

“Just maybe try talking to him?” she suggested pulling her hand away from your face. You sighed, she’s right i need to just woman up and talk to him instead of treating him like he is me. I need to be the mature one in this situation. You grabbed your books off of the table and made your way out of the library and towards Peters locker, Its almost the end of 6th period, the last period of the day.

The bell rang right as you made it to Peters locker and waited silently to confront the boy who made you feel broken, but he never came.

“Uh hey Ned?” you asked when you passed by him on your way to debate club, tired of waiting. Ned shut his locker and mad his way over to you with a smile on his face “Yeah whats up Y/N?” you felt a sick feeling over come you before asking whats on your mind, “Have yo-you seen Pete-Peter anywhere?” You stuttered out your question, averting your eyes from Ned’s suddenly feeling a gross kind of embarrassed over run your feeling of sickness. “No, actually i haven’t seen him since gym.” Ned replied as you two began to walk the same way towards the debate club. “Maybe he’ll be at the debate meeting today.” Ned said with a happy glint in his eyes, “How come you’re looking for him?” your heart drops into your stomach trying to think of something to say other than the truth, “We uh-we’re doing a project in chemistry together and i haven’t been able to get ahold of him.” You lie with a sick smile on your face, the lie seeming to convince Ned as you two walked through the doors of the gym to your now daily debate club meeting.

“Hey you two, hurry up and take your seats.” Liz spoke gleefully with a smile on her face before going back to asking questions to the 4 people sitting at tables on the small school stage for nationals that happen in 2 days.

You were getting settled into your seat next to MJ at the front table when you heard the door open to the small theater room open. You looked up from pulling your binder out of your backpack when you caught eyes with the beautiful chocolate ones that were so intimate with you just a week ago.

His gaze averted from yours making you feel guilty for even meeting his eyes in the first place. “Mr. Harrington, I need you to let me go to nationals.” Peter rushed his sentence out. You let out a small laugh you were trying to keep in. Peters head snapped over in your direction and the smile on your face grew wider and your laugh grew louder at his unexpected look. Not even 2 days have passed since Peter said he wasn’t going to nationals and now he wants to? “Well i don’t know whats up with Y/N but you can’t just show up at the last meeting before nationals and expect to be put back on the team” Flash spits confidently at Peter “Well actually Mr. Parker..” Mr. Harrington shot Flash the “shut up” look with his eyebrows raised “Yes you can, Flash can you grab Peters jacket out of my office desk please.” Mr. Harrington flashed a smile at Flash.

“Peters coming to nationals now?” Michelle lowly whispered just barely audible for you to hear, “this should be interesting.” She smiled down at her notebook as she began drawing god knows what.  


“Alright everyone needs to behave and no sneaking out after the curfew I’ve set, ten o'clock.” Mr. Harrington lectured you and the group of 10 teenagers. Liz, Michelle and you grab your key cards from the front desk and make your way up to your shared room with them. After getting settled in you decided to relax and watch some tv.

“Hey..” your attention got jerked away from the tv when it turned off suddenly “how about we go to the pool?” You looked over to see Liz gleefully smiling at you and Michelle with her bathing suit on. “Now?” you asked getting up off the bed you were sitting on “it’s 10:30 and isn’t the pool closed?” Liz slipped on her flip-flops “No it doesn’t close till 11:30 and Mr. Harrington does have to know, Plus being rebellious is good for moral…” she paused looking between Michelle and you “so hurry up and get your bathing suits on while I go tell the others.” you quickly agree with her and grab your suit out of your draw of the dresser.

“Michelle, you gonna come?” you ask from the bathroom while putting on your swimsuit on “No, I’m good here with the tv.” she replied as she plopped back down on the bed. You shoved your dirty clothes into your suitcase “Well you’ll just miss out on all the fun!” you called out leaving the room and making your way to the pool.

the pool is on the same floor as your shared room so all you have to do is walk down a few hallways, you make a round around the 2nd to last corner when you collide with something, or someone.

You fall back on your butt letting out a few mumbles of cuss words, “Oh god I’m so sorry, that was my-” The person stops when your eyes meet the familiar chocolate ombré orbs, this moment feeling more intimate than intended, you break your eyes away staring at the floor and taking peters now stretched out hand to help you up.

“Ok so-” a voice interrupts the moment you and Peter were having, “oh hey guys!” The smile of Liz comes into your view, “Hey Liz.” Peter coughs and you see a pink shade take over his face, you lowly scoff and roll eyes taking your hand slowly from Peters. “Are you coming to the pool too Peter?” Liz asks as everyone passes by the three of you “I wasn’t planning on it.” He laughs slightly catching your eyes only to look back to Liz just as you were about to say something you might’ve regretted Liz spoke, “Well you should, so hurry up and get your trunks on!” She whisper shouted the last part of her comment and the same pink shade that took over peters face took over hers.

You felt uncomfortable, like you were intruding on a private moment. “Please, its gonna be like a good luck charm for us!” She spoke as she walked away towards everyone else. Peter turned his attention back to you “You’re going swimming i’m guessing?” He scratched the back of his neck, looking everywhere but your eyes “well you heard Liz, it’s gonna be our good luck charm.” You sarcastically spoke trying to meet Peters eyes with your Y/E/C ones just once.

“Look could we talk about what happened last-” Peters eyes finally caught yours taking you off guard and causing you to choke on your words, the feeling of be unwanted right here in this moment overran your body making you slouch slightly “Look Y/N…” he paused as his phone buzzed in his pocket “I really have to go, could we talk later?” He sighed running his hands through his soft, fluffy brown hair. “Uh sure.” You whispered breaking eye contact with Peter and looking at the floor, Peter sighed once more before walking away “just- just please don’t forget!” You called to him as he turned the corner and out of your sight.

You started making your way to the pool again thinking about what just happened, did Peter even really want to talk? He hasn’t wanted to talk to me at all this past week so maybe he really did regret what could have happened that night. You reached the door to the pool and slid your keycard through the small slot and the door clicked open. You slapped your card down on one of the small tables “there you are!” Flash shouted from in the pool, “I was starting to think you ditched us for penis.” He laughed making your mood even worse than it already was. “Whatever Flash.” You slipped into the pool and just floated on your back looking up at the ceiling with a couple of windows at the top, just admiring the stars and wishing how you could just be one right now instead of having to deal with all of this .. drama? no that’s not the right word for it, but I’m not sure what is maybe- your thoughts get cut off when your eyes meet the ones you saw in the hallway not even 5 minutes ago.

“Peter?” You whisper so quiet no one else hears you, you see Peters eyes widen and then he disappears. You stop and stand on your feet in the small hotel pool still staring up at the window. What is he doing on the roof? Why was he staring at me?

You get out of the pool and grab a designated towel from a small rack in the corner of the room and sit down at a lawn chair.

What is going on?

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111. A (whispering): I really like you and want to kiss you a lot.
       B: What?
       A: I said you suck. 
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107. Do you live on Elm Street, because you’re a nightmare.

(yas! tom holland omg imma tear up! *tears up*) Here you go, love!! :)

Growing up in a family of boxers, you were never the typical girl who played with dolls and thought everything in pink. For your ninth birthday your uncle and your father bought you your first set of throwing knives. 

Every day from your Summer holiday you practised with them on the targets they placed to you in the backyard of your house. And with every year you were getting better and better, but your heart wanted more.

Yes, by the age of eighteen you have already mastered the art of blades, but you didn’t stop there. Your soul was saturated with lust for adrenaline and you were always looking for more.

This got the attention of some very dangerous people. Your confidence got the best out of you when in one night - outnumbered one to ten, you pushed yourself to your very limits, knocking out seven of your opponents, but on the verge of your strenght you were about to lose your life…

If it was not for Steve Rogers, whose attention you managed to capture after seeing you fight in this dark alley. He saved you back then and helped you get a grip of your unstoppable desire for adrenaline.

With his guidings you became not even a better fighter, but a better version of yourself and he was also seeing this. So when he told you The Avengers wanted you to join them and become one of them you were on the Seventh sky.

Things were alright for a few months. Though a part of the team your strongest bond was still with Steve. Tony and Steve were the people you admired the most, while Natasha’s training made you acknowledge the fact that it’s better to fight elegantly, and smart, not full of aggression and violence.

But nothing that’s too good can last forever.

Today was the day. The Avengers were a team no more and today you were about to face them, fight them, maybe even hurt some of them. As much as it pained you to stand there - a few feet away from Clint and Tony and all the people you admire and have fought side by side; at the end of the day you had to pick a side.

Steve has been there for you from the very start and so you were about to return him the favor - ready to fight until the last drop of blood.

However you couldn’t help but notice the new addition to the family. “So that’s him the new guy. ” - you said, eyeing the guy in red suit, though you didn’t know that behind his mask he was checking you out as well. 

Like fully checking you out. “Earth to Peter” - Tony’s robotic voice brought the boy back to reality - “We’re about to do some serious shit, can’t have you checking girls out all day” - “Sorry, Mr. Stark, won’t happen again”

Tony couldn’t roll his eyes more than that. Fortunatelly for you, you didn’t hear any of their conversation, because boy, that would have made things very awkward.

“Just like we talked about it”- Steve told you with a nod of his head “Roger that!” and you bolted to the left. “Ah, Mr. Stark?” - “Don’t ask kid, go!”

And so it begun.

Steve knew Tony would be looking for someone new to take your place on his team and told you to keep the new one out of their way, when you were done you could go back and help with the rest.

Sprinting forward you felt yourself losing your balance and in the matter of a second you were now in the air “Oh, shit” - you cursed, looking up, just as your body got slammed against a truck. “I’m so sorry about that! Didn’t mean to hurt–” you pushed your body up and jumped back to your feet, landing a blow on him.

He bent over, using this chance you threw yourself at him, twirling your legs around his neck and knocked him out on thr ground. He grunted in pain, but you waited not a single second - throwing a set of three knives at him, but he leaped up, shooting his webs to the wall behind you.

“Damn it!”- you hissed, teeth clenched. He was fast, you would give him that. “Please – I – really – don’t want – to hurt you!!” - landing a series of kicks and blows on him, his words were just a white noise to you - “But I guess you leave me no choice” - the next time you tried to jump at him with a kick he swung his web at your leg, capturing it and bringing you to the ground.

Shocked, you weren’t quick enough to escape his next attack, but he just jumped over you - shooting away more of his web - trapping you to the ground. You glared at him - “I’m Peter Parker by the way” - he introduced himself an obvious smile in his voice. “You’re very pretty, we should go out sometimes –”

You used his little talk to pick up a knife from your left boot and cut off your restraints and then tossing it at him, but he dashed to the side and dodged off your attack. Just in time for you to thrust yourself in the air, spinning around and strike him with anoter hard hit. 

He fell, rolling on the ground, just as you landed on the cold cement gracefully.
 Approaching him, you heard him groan in pain heavily. You knelt down and pulled his mask up.

Eyes narrowed because of the sunlight that was caressing his face ”So now that we fought and stuff is it safe for me to admit I really like you and want to kiss you a lot” he mumbled, a pained smile on his face, but you didn’t really pay attention - too interested in observing his face “What?”- you asked nonchalantly.

He just tilted his head back in desperation, hitting the floor with it - “I said you suck, like girl do you live on Elm Street, because your hits are nightmare, God, for a girl you really hit hard”.

He was rubbing the back of hit head with one hand. You stood up chuckling and throwing his mask back at him - “Lakeview Drive, 8 o’clock” - you said putting your knife back in your boot.

He just made a very confused “huh?” sound and you turned back at him with a wink - “If you’re still up for that date, pretty boy.”

How to talk to your daughter about her body, step one: Don’t talk to your daughter about her body, except to teach her how it works.

Don’t say anything if she’s lost weight. Don’t say anything if she’s gained weight.

If you think your daughter’s body looks amazing, don’t say that. Here are some things you can say instead:

“You look so healthy!” is a great one.

Or how about, “You’re looking so strong.”

“I can see how happy you are — you’re glowing.”

Better yet, compliment her on something that has nothing to do with her body.

Don’t comment on other women’s bodies either. Nope. Not a single comment, not a nice one or a mean one.

Teach her about kindness towards others, but also kindness towards yourself.

Don’t you dare talk about how much you hate your body in front of your daughter, or talk about your new diet. In fact, don’t go on a diet in front of your daughter. Buy healthy food. Cook healthy meals. But don’t say, “I’m not eating carbs right now.” Your daughter should never think that carbs are evil, because shame over what you eat only leads to shame about yourself.

Encourage your daughter to run because it makes her feel less stressed. Encourage your daughter to climb mountains because there is nowhere better to explore your spirituality than the peak of the universe. Encourage your daughter to surf, or rock climb, or mountain bike because it scares her and that’s a good thing sometimes.

Help your daughter love soccer or rowing or hockey because sports make her a better leader and a more confident woman. Explain that no matter how old you get, you’ll never stop needing good teamwork. Never make her play a sport she isn’t absolutely in love with.

Prove to your daughter that women don’t need men to move their furniture.

Teach your daughter how to cook kale.

Teach your daughter how to bake chocolate cake made with six sticks of butter.

Pass on your own mom’s recipe for Christmas morning coffee cake. Pass on your love of being outside.

Maybe you and your daughter both have thick thighs or wide ribcages. It’s easy to hate these non-size zero body parts. Don’t. Tell your daughter that with her legs she can run a marathon if she wants to, and her ribcage is nothing but a carrying case for strong lungs. She can scream and she can sing and she can lift up the world, if she wants.

Remind your daughter that the best thing she can do with her body is to use it to mobilize her beautiful soul.

—  Sarah Koppelkam (x)