need more weight

Fairies First

RATING: R (it’s smutty!)
REQUESTED: sorta lol

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so i’ve seen their new profiles and according to them the boys have lost a lot of weight and during the vlive yoonseok did the other day they talked about their diets, and i know these days people care so much about their weight, especially if you are a celebrity or you live in a country like korea where they find esthetic so important, but i think people need to start caring about their health more than about how skinny they’re; i’m not saying being on a diet is wrong, or being skinny is wrong, you need to eat healthy, being really fat is not healthy either, but the boys should just stop being so hard on themselves, they don’t need to starve, they don’t need to worry so much about kilograms; we love them just the way they are, because they’re hardworking, talented, so kind and down to earth, they don’t need to lose even more weight, they’re perfect just like this.

i wish there were more fitness blogs that didn’t only post skinny girls :( i love seeing beautiful women but sometimes i just want motivation from my thick ladies like me

Imagine being in a secret relationship with your father’s best friend, Dean Winchester.

Originally posted by frozen-delight

A/N: Just making it clear, Reader is 19+ although I have not specified it. This is clearly an AU.

“No sweetheart, we won’t need anything.” your father said as you dried your hands with a towel.

“Really? I mean dad, I could easily make something for you to eat. You order pizza and burgers practically every time and-”

“(Y/n)” your father cut you off with a small smile that you didn’t get to see often as his blue eyes focused on you “We will be just fine. You know the Winchesters, they never really have any preferations.” he shrugged just slightly and you chewed on your lower lip.

“It’s just- all I’m saying is I have time, no homework or anything.” you said as casually as you could. You didn’t want your father to start doubting you even for a second and you’d risked too much already.

“I know, angel.” he placed a hand on your shoulder “But you’re on your first year of college, just enjoy it you deserve this. And by enjoying it I don’t mean spend hours upon hours cooking for me and my friends.”

“You know I wouldn’t have a problem anyway.” you shrugged and he nodded his head.

“I know, but it’s alright. We will be fine.” he rubbed your arm and you sighed in defeat.

“If that’s what you-” you didn’t get to complete your sentence as the doorbell rang and – you tried to hide it as best asyou could – but your breathe hitched in your throat.

“I’ll go get that.” you said a little too fast for your liking but maybe you were thankful for how clueless your father was at times- alright maybe all the time. There were moments you thought he just couldn’t be from this Earth, from his awkwardness to his lack of knowledge about human norms and references you couldn’t help but think that he was an angel or something.

“Hey” you heard the person say as a big grin spread on their face as soon as he looked at you.

You couldn’t help the skip of your heartbeat “Hi” you said a lot more shyly than you wanted to “Come in Mr Winchester. I-” you glanced around “I thought that- that-” you started saying, more like stuttering as you let him in and he let a soft chuckle. Gosh that deep, rough, manly laugh of his that made the butterflies go crazy.

“That Sam would be coming?” he asked but shook his head “Nah he’s too busy being a nerd as usual.” he laughed softly and you smiled. Dean stood there for a moment as you fidgeted with your hands, he glanced around him for a second before opening his mouth to speak but was cut off before he could utter a word.

“Dean?” you heard your father call out and immediately you took a step backwards, almost without realizing it, and putting more distance between you and the older Winchester.

“Hey Cas” Dean grinned, a different kind of smile than he had previously given to you. So much different. A grin that was always different from the one he’d give to people, because the smile he’d give you always meant a lot more than he’d say or feel for anybody else. Oh yes you were screwed.

“Long time no see, buddy?” he chuckled as the two men hugged and for a moment you just looked at them with a fond smile on your face. You loved their friendship more than anything. Your father was not one to open up easily, and with all the family drama that you’d found out went on in his life, you were surprised at how close he was with the Winchesters. He considered them family and you’d learned to consider them as such to once you got to meet them.

“It certainly has been, Dean.” your father said in his usual deep and calm voice “Please come on.” he motioned for him to get in the living room as you followed behind closely, head almost bowed down; therefore missing the look dean gave you.

“Is Sam not with you?” he asked as Dean took a seat on the couch and your father on the one right in front of him.

“No, too busy with a case or something. Usual lawyer stuff.” Dean shrugged.

“Uhm” you spoke up a little hesitantly “Would you like anything to drink Mr Winchester? A beer or something?” you asked as he looked up at you.

“A beer would be great sweetheart, thanks.” he winked at you, giving you that signature Dean smirk and you nodded your head.

“Dad?” you looked at your father who nodded his head.

“A beer, thank you angel.” he smiled softly at you and you gave him a small smile. After a final glance you turned to make your way to the kitchen, unable to shake of the feeling of a pair of eyes following your every movement until you were out of sight. If only you could spot the way Dean was biting his lip then.


“Mhm damn (Y/n) you really outdid yourself with this one.” Dean said or more specifically moaned, practically through a mouth full as he ate on the apple pie you had just served them.

“Thank you Mr Winchester.” you offered him a small smile, sitting down next to him as you glanced down at your book.

The book whose one sentence you had been reading for the past hour or so. Your father insisted you could stay in your room or his office if you wanted some quiecy but you claimed you could still read and stay with them in case they needed something. Truth was it was just another excuse to steal glances at the insanely handsome man sitting next to you. Insanely handsome and… much older. Well, he was your father’s friend too but- you didn’t want to get started with that too. Truth was that just that’s what you had been doing the past hour, sneaking glances of the man and trying not to let it show how you practically melted on the inside every time he laughed or grinned. And as if that was not enough, he had to make all those sounds while you ate that just were so not appropriate. Your father didn’t think much of it but you

“She always makes sure to save a piece or two for you every time she makes pie.” your father said with a small smile and your eyes practically widened in shock.

“Really?” Dean asked, a sly and almost satisfied smirk slowly spreading on his lips “Wow (Y/n) that’s really thoughtful. Thanks sweetheart.” he winked at you as he licked his lips.

You almost choked on plain air so you only cleared your throat, giving your father a glare before shrugging as casually as you could “It’s no problem Mr Winchester. I know how much you like pie and since dad is not such a fun- I don’t really need to gain any more weight.” you tried to play it off with a soft laugh.

“Bullshit.” Dean scoffed “You’re gorgeous either way.” he said without almost realizing it, only seemingly speaking his mind. Fact that made you smile, blush and at the same time feel completely uncomfortable considering your father was standing right there.

“Thanks I guess.” you said with a small smile, not looking at him or anything for that matter but your book.

“Mhm” Dean hummed, as he still winked at you and didn’t say anything more as he kept on making those… so not appropriate for public noises as he ate on his pie. You just couldn’t help but admire for a moment the way he licked his lips and threw his head back for a moment. Boy and were you hooked on his lips in that moment. Those fully, rose, soft lips of his that- How was it possible that this man could turn eating pie into pure porn?

“If you’re done flirting with my daughter-” your father said a little more pointedly than you’d ever heard him before as he gave a look to his friend “-And making all these sounds-” he added and for a moment you held your breath, thinking that maybe he’d caught onto more than he let it show that he knew.

Dean merely grinned and shrugged “You know me man, I love eating a little too much.” he chuckled as he ate the last of his pie.

Well, that could have more than one meanings.

The mere thought made you shake your head and try to focus back on your book. You felt your cheeks burn but you only hoped to anyone that would listen that they weren’t paying any attention.

“That I do know.” your father sighed with a shake of his head and you sneaked a glance at him over your book to see that he indeed had not suspected something. Or at least not understood what Dean was implying.

“Alright-” he cleared his throat “-Remember that client I talked to you about that I met last Tuesday?”

“Uh blonde, short shorts, 5'9, C cup and-” he glanced at you as he started saying the next, obviously, asset but stopped himself when he saw the hard look on your face. He cleared his throat as he tried to fight off his own smirk.

“Yeah” he looked at Cas “I remember her. You sold her the house by the center, right?”

“Yeah. Well, she has this friend that has a great interest in cars. He wanted to talk with someone that specifies in them, since some of them have a few problems. He sells most of them but every time has to do a check first so he asked me if I knew someone and I thought about you. I have his phone and number would you be interested?” he asked and Dean nodded his head at his friend.

“Yeah, Cas. You know I am all up for cars.”

“Good because-” you stopped listening after that as you collected their plates, goosebumps forming as your fingers brushed with Dean’s, and made your way to the kitchen a little too fast. You need a glass of water, as cold as possible to get all those ideas out of your mind and of course the sounds he had just been making.


“Uh where’s dad?” you asked, your pace slowing down as you came back to the living room and noticed your father’s absence.

“He went to get the phone number of some guy in his office, not sure where he’s put it though.” he said slowly, glancing in the hallway that lead to your father’s office.

“Right. The bimbo’s friend.” you said through pursed lips as you practically snatched the book from the coffee table and all-but-glared at the page in front of you. And your anger – well, let’s be honest it’s all called jealousy – didn’t lessen in the least bit when you heard him laugh. He was seriously laughing at you? What the hell was this man even thinking? This was not amusing, like at all. You thought that for a moment he was mocking you for being jealous over another woman. A woman that without any doubt he could have all over him in second and- damn it. You felt jealousy burn inside you like a fire.

“What?” you almost snapped at him but were only met with raised arms and an adorable smile.

“It’s just-” he grinned, gosh that boyish grin would be the death of you “You’re so fucking cute when you’re jealous.” he confessed and you scoffed, looking back at your book.

“I’m not jealous.” you mumbled but where only met with some silence and shuffling. Before you could look up you felt two fingers grab your chin and another hand grab your book and take it away, almost throwing it on the floor. Dean made your head turn to look at him and you realized just how close your faces were.

“And even cuter when you blush while denying it.” he said and you shivered when he ran his thumb over your lower lip.

“Mr Winchester” you whispered, eyes furiously jumping around in alert; mostly behind him scared your father would show up any given second.

“Sshh” he leaned closer “Relax. We’ve done this plenty of times, haven’t we? And I’ve told you many times, it’s Dean.” he smiled softly and you held your breath.

“But- but my father could just walk in any moment.” you whispered, your voice not daring to get any louder than that. You shifted slightly to get him off you but it was impossible. In a swift and quiet abrupt move he grabbed you by your waist and made you lay down on the couch so that he was on top of you. Your bodies were pressed as he sandwiched you between his body and the couch, his weight resting on you and making you unable to swallow as he put a leg between yours.

“Come on sweetheart-” he whispered, his lips brushing past yours “This wouldn’t be the first time, would it?”

“But- but we’re on the couch and he could just-”

“And last time we were in his own closet, not remembering we even had any clothes on when we got in it.” he grinned with a simple shrug and you bit your lip at the memory. You had forgotten a notebook in your father’s bedroom and while there to fetch it Dean had found you – claiming to your father he was going to the bathroom. And to top it all? Your father had decided to venture in his bedroom for whatever the heck he wanted.

“And the time before that we were in your room that just so happens to be next to your fathers while he and Sam were still awake talking about whatever lawyer-y stuff Sam could help your father with the houses.” he added before you could utter another word.

And the time before that- we were in the shower together while your father was in his office and I supposedly asleep on the guest room.” he continued and you had never felt your face heat up more than this very moment.

“Alright!” you said a little too loudly “Alright I get it.” you cleared your throat, and lowered your voice tone “I remember that.” you bit on your lower lip and he chuckled softly, his chest vibrating.

“This is not the same, Mr Winchester.” you mumbled and he gave you a hard look at which you just shook your head “What if he walks in? What would you do then? What would I do then? He’s my father- he’s your best friend!” you tried to reason with him.

“That would understand. That will understand when the time comes.” he said firmly and you only sighed with a shake of your head “Besides- We’ve talked about this, and we’ve been through with it. Yes, you are my best friend’s daughter. And yes there is no fucking way I’d let any other boy touch you the way I have and you know it too.”

You just couldn’t help the shiver that ran down your spine at the way he said those words, the posessiveness and passion that laced his voice made you bite your lip. This was probably wrong- Hell, it was wrong. You were in a secret relationship with you father’s best friend, he was so much older than you and the things you did with him were not all that innocent. You knew that what you felt for him, and what he felt for you, was true but that didn’t take away the fact that thisshouldn’t be happening.

“That doesn’t mean you had to break his hand either.” you mumbled, looking up at him shyly and he grinned satisfied with what he’d done at a bar he’d spotted you with some friends once.

“You told him you were not interested and he kept touching you. I told him he should back off and he didn’t. What was I supposed to do? He was asking for it.” he shrugged and all you could do was stare up at him as you slowly brought a hand up to cup his cheek. Sure you had a hard time explaining why Dean had been so possessive and so angry at the guy hitting on you.

“You just can’t help it, can you?” you whispered and he grabbed your face with one hand grinning that same predatory smile that had you most of the time bare and shaking his arms in the very end.

“Hell no.” he growled as he looked down at you and without even giving you a warning he crashed his lips to yours. A gasp left your lips as you almost lost it when he attacked your mouth not only with kisses but also bites.

You shivered as his hands ran all over your body. His one hand ran down your thigh, his fingers digging into your flesh and you cursed yourself for wearing shorts. You almost moaned into his mouth when he grabbed your ass and gave it a squeeze and you felt his other hand move from your face down to your chest and to your waist. He didn’t hesitate to yank your shirt a little upwards almost tearing in the process as he ran his hand over your waist, your belly and up to your chest. Your breathing became heavy swallow as he pressed harder on you, especially with his leg. You grabbed onto his hair, hearing him growl in the meantime and bite harder down on your lip. Even if you didn’t want to you opened your mouth and felt his tongue battle with yours as he kissed you hungrily.

“De-Dean” you almost moaned but mostly whined as he let out a soft growl, rubbing himself on you as his teeth grazed over your lips. Your fingers now dag onto his back as you fisted the flannel in your other hand and arched your back to get as much friction as you could. Dear you couldn’t be seriously thinking about things like this this very moment but he could take your breath away and have you all over him with such ease.

Your breath got caught in your lungs when you felt his hand trail from your ass to your thigh again and up to your waist. Until of course he started lowering it and fidgeting with the buttons of your shorts. You shifted in your place, eliciting a groan from him and you mumbled an apology for making his work harder. You just found it impossible to not move in anticipation. His fingers felt to be making goosebumps form every time they accidentally touched your skin as he struggled to free you. For someone that had done this plenty of times it always made you smile how nervous he could be with you at times. Gosh, you loved this man so fucking much. You panted as you arched your your hips so that you’d help him and you felt him grin into the kiss when he actually succeeded.

He managed to unzip your jean shorts and just as his hand finally came in contact with your skin, just before he could move it lower-

“Found it.” your heard your father say, his voice sounding far distant but certainly getting louder as his footstep.

You gasped and immediately pushed Dean away, him scurrying to get himself off of you. Not that it was so easy considering the mess of limps and shakiness you both were. You cleared your throat, smoothing down your hair and clothes – not missing the small rip Dean had managed to cause on your shirt – and hurried to grab your book from the floor. Dean himself cleared his throat and fixed his hair as fast as he could. He glanced at you though and saw you were actually shaking a lot more than him. He held your hands for a moment, steadying them to hold the book properly and leaned in to kiss your forehead tenderly.

“Relax. Everything’s alright.” he whispered and you gave him a weak smile, feeling your entire face burn and your lips tingle. You had no doubt they looked all red and kiss-swollen. You gave him a small smile and nod of your head, your head already burying in your book as you heard your father walk into the living room.

“I had been searching everywhere on the desk and papers but it was on the drawer.” your father sighed as he sat on the couch “I really need to clean up in there.” he sighed as he finally looked at you.

He frowned for a second “Everything alright?” he asked, looking between the two of you. Dean grinned, glancing at you before finally looking at his best friend.

“Just perfect

When You Least Expect It

Requested by @gracefullydrunk, an Alpha!Sam x Omega!reader fic where the reader and Sam discover they are soulmates after reader gets mildly injured on a hunt.

Warning: A/B/O dynamics, smut

Word Count: 2700ish

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#12 “Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.”

[Prompt fill to continue this NonBinary Masc Hux pregnancy story - I Made Your Favourite. 3,829 words. Trigger for mpreg, alcohol, weight/food issues.]

It was all Mitaka’s fault.

Well, that probably wasn’t fair, but Hux was going to have to blame someone because accepting that he was being both irrational and a tad naive really wasn’t his style.

The problem had started a month ago, at that bloody conference. Hux had just given- in his not so humble opinion- the presentation of the day, if not the whole week. He’d secured £18 million in new business for the company and his proposals looked set to become the industry standard. He was riding high.

But he was also drenched in sweat. He, Phasma, and Mitaka had decided to take a well deserved coffee break, but it was too fucking hot outside to wear his suit jacket. So he’d just slung it over his shoulder like he had a million times before.

Except the posture pulled his shirt tight, and now there was more than his usual binder-smoothed lines on show. Kylo had bought him a new half length binder, and Hux had felt certain that he wasn’t showing yet, but…

Hux was staring wistfully into the confectionary cabinet while they stood in line at Costa when an overly familiar finger prodded at his middle.

“You might want to start laying off the donuts, boss. I know we said we’d fatten you up, but maybe go for a smoothie?” Mitaka said with a laugh, his finger still poking gently at what he thought was fat.

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s/s 17

i am going to evolve so much this summer: cutting grains and processed sugars and red meat out of my diet, subsisting on white wine and fresh fruit and coconut oil, washing my glowing skin with lavender and almond clay, going on evening walks with my girlfriend, getting promoted and slowly paying back my surgery bills, being nice to my much smaller body and making sure it’s healthy – this is my grown-ass woman summer, and I’m so ready.


Today was weigh-in and I am finally heading back on the right track after Easter.

My goal by the end of the month is to at least being able to say I have officially lost 250lbs —-so I have 3.2lbs to go to reach that goal. :)

Also, I looking cute today while having an awesome weight loss just adds to the whole day. :)


So, i’ve gotten all of my last batch shipped off and now i’m ready to open commissions again. (plus, i have have a lot of bills coming up and it would be frickin sweet not to drown in bills this month. it would be cool if you guys could signal boost this for me!)

The facts:

my blankets are made of flannel, fleece or minky. fleece and minky will cause price to increase.

all of my blankets are a yard and 10-15 pounds. i will consider different sizes on a case by case basis.

most of my weighted blankets are done a bit different. The pellets are loose in the blanket to reduce the suffocation risk. The weight settles on either side of you and weighs it down. It’s actually quite nice because you can choose where you need more or less weight lmao.

I can do quilted so the weight is even but that will affect the price as well.

i have made myself two so far and they’re super durable and nice.

The base price for a 1 yard, 10 pound, flannel weighted blanket is $55 + $12 shipping (these suckers are expensive to ship! i ship them in medium flat rate boxes.)

I prefer to make them for people who need them instead of people who want them for the novelty fact but will consider it in a case by case basis.

Turn around time is 2-3 weeks give or take. Now that my sewing machine is up and running again, i can get them done faster. It just depends on my workload.

If you’re interested in a weighted blanket, message me and we’ll get one started for you!

anonymous asked:

I read the rolling stone article after reading what you've said about it (which, thank you, because print media makes more sense now) and honestly? My favorite part was when Harry said, "I was alone. I was scared of Meri." Like straight, flat-out denial of Ben's words. And people are just skipping over that part? Harry said what he meant and he's very media-savvy and media-smart. People need to actually listen to what he has to say. Because he saying a lot (without lots of words).

YES! There’s been a lot of anger and outrage at the quote from Ben, which I can totally understand, but almost no one actually stopped to point out that Harry is quoted as flat-out denying it immediately.

People need to put more weight on the way Harry quietly shuts down bullshit said about himself, because “I was alone” is a hugely important about-face.

theactualmedusa  asked:

Can you pretty please write a PJO Hogwarts AU? And can I choose the houses? I'm going to list my house choices but you of course do not have to stick with them. Nico: Slytherin Percy: Gryffindor Jason: Gryffindor Reyna: Slytherin Hazel: Hufflepuff Frank: Hufflepuff Will: Hufflepuff Annabeth: Ravenclaw Piper: (I honestly don't know. You choose) Leo: Gryffindor And solangelo of course. Please? *puppy dog eyes*

Your wish has been granted in the middle of me studying for my exams.

(This will also be posted on my AO3)

“Ugh, this tie sucks,” Nico groaned, looking over at his two roommates, Reyna and Piper. They had, after talking to the headmaster, been allowed to share a room. Nico felt very uncomfortable with the other boys (mainly because they thought he was a freak) and his only friends from the house were Reyna and Piper. So, now, in their fifth year, they got the permission to share a dorm.

Reyna looked up. “It looks good on you, Nico. You’re way better than me at tying them, that’s for sure.”

“You guys, if we don’t get going soon, there’s no chance we’ll be able to eat breakfast before our first class,” Piper said from the door, eyeing her two roommates, one of which was straightening out their tie and the other one looking for their shoes. Her expression changed from a serious one to a wide grin. “And besides, there’s always something you can look at in the Great Hall, isn’t there?”

Nico scoffed, but couldn’t stop the faintest blush to spread over his pale cheeks. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Reyna adopted the same grin as Piper as she pulled on her shoes, having finally found them under her dresser. “Suuure, so there isn’t a certain Hufflepuff you have your eyes on?”

“No. Leave me alone.” And with that, Nico marched out of their room, past Piper and out of the Slytherin Common Room.

As he made his way towards the Great Hall alone, he let his thoughts wander. How dare they assume that he liked anyone in Hufflepuff? Well, of course he liked someone there - his sister Hazel and her boyfriend Frank - but that wasn’t important right now. He did not have a crush on anyone. Not since the admire-crush thing he had on one of his friends in second grade. He was done with romance already. No one would want a freak who happened to think that necromancy was cool. Especially not perfect blond guys with the bluest eyes in the world that helped out in the hosp- no, he was not going there with his thoughts. Not now.

He walked into the Great Hall and started to look for his friends. After each Welcome-back-to-school party, the house tables got switched out with smaller tables so that the students could sit with whoever they wanted to. Nico, with his ‘friend’ group being spread across all the houses, this was definitely an advantage for them.

At one of the tables close to the left wall, he saw Percy sitting with Annabeth and Leo and he started to walk towards them, also minding the tables around them to see who sat there.

“Hey, Nico,” Percy greeted him as he sat down and got a glass of apple juice, not really having much of an appetite like usual.

“Hey,” Nico mumbled. Then he noticed the faint bags under his friend’s eyes. “Wait, you actually stayed up last night and got your homework done? Since when?”

“Since Annabeth forced me to. We stayed in the library until it closed and then we went to her common room. I fell asleep after 11:30.” He ended his explanation with a big yawn. “And I’m not happy about it.”

Reyna and Piper joined them, followed by Hazel, Frank and Jason. “Of course you’re not. You don’t like homework,” Reyna said before focusing his attention on Nico. “You have to eat. Remember the last time you ‘forgot’ to eat both dinner and breakfast in a row?”

Nico grimaced. He had passed out in the hallway and been brought to the hospital wing where he woke up to find a student looking after him rather than Madam Pomfrey. That was an experience he would rather not repeat again, so he helped himself to a small bowl of cereal. “Happy?”

“Very,” a familiar voice said behind him. Nico turned around and almost knocked his goblet over, glaring at the person standing behind him. Of course it was him. Will Solace. The boy who had taken care of him in the hospital wing more times that he liked to admit.

“You really have to eat breakfast Nico, or else you’ll pass out again. You’re already almost too skinny and you really don’t need to drop any more weight,” Will said, looking down at him.

Nico sent a death glare back in return. “I didn’t ask for you to stick your nose into my friend’s conversation.”

Will crossed his arms. “Well, I didn’t ask for you to be such an idiot about your health either, but funnily you are one anyways.”

The Seven and Reyna watched as Will and Nico continued to bicker, eventually drawing the attention of the people sitting at nearby tables as well. They all could feel the thick sexual tension between the boys and a couple girls sitting at almost the other end of the hall yelled, “Can you two just kiss and get over it?”

Nico’s head whipped up to glare at the yeller before stomping out of the Great Hall with a dark blush covering his face and shadows making a small trail behind him.

Will looked after him with an equally dark blush before joining his friends at some other table.

Later, when the Hufflepuffs and Slytherins had Herbology together, Nico avoided Will at all costs. He couldn’t have a crush on the stupid blond. Not after Percy. No. Nope. Nix. Nada. He was done with romance and Will probably couldn’t stand him. He was just a creepy freak that had always been able to manipulate shadows, bones and ghosts to some degree. It was connected to dark magic in people’s minds and many stayed away from him. Not that he minded, people just wasn’t his thing. Period.

Problem was, Will didn’t seem to want to avoid Nico. No, that idiot walked up to where Nico was working with Hazel and asked if they could talk privately after the class was over. Nico reluctantly agreed, even if he knew Will was just going to make fun of him and his sexuality. But deep inside, Nico knew that Will wasn’t the type of person to do that. So why the heck did he want to talk to Nico then?

current dilemma: should i or should i not have a piece of laffy taffy before bed

A Kastle Rec List

I normally like doing these with a pretty banner at the top but… couldn’t find good banner material I’m afraid ^^; In any case, have some of my favorite Kastle fics off AO3:

  • And Yet - You know what needed MORE emotional weight? THAT DINER SCENE. Because that TOTALLY wasn’t crushing enough on its own.
  • Between Sinners and the Saints - You know any fic that titles itself out of Hamilton is a good fic. This is no exception. This is some gooood shit my friends. Gooood shit. Bonus Matt bitching at everyone, if your soul needed some of that.
  • Black, No Cream - This is SO cute and good and sweet and short and Good For The Soul. Ugh. It makes me happy just thinking about it.
  • Burn - One of the rare, brave instances someone chooses to write from Frank’s POV. Amen.
  • carve him as a dish (fit for the gods) - Casual reminder that Frank is a wild animal and, most terrifying of all, sometimes he’ll let you be kind to him.
  • Cherry Wine - Because who doesn’t need a good old Kissing Distraction trope.
  • The entire Dreams & Lasts series - JUST FUCK ME UP. My actual bookmark on AO3 says “I’m not crying, you’re crying.” Holy shit this MADE MY LIFE. YES. GOOD. CANNOT recommend strongly enough. All of the hurt/comfort we all need. All of the crucial relationship building.
  • Familiar - Because Foggy isn’t the only one who gets the “See me the way Matt sees me treatment.” Only we Regret Everything.
  • hangmans knot and three mouths to feed - Worth it jsut for the description “Frank Castle, Walking Bruise”
  • (in our bedroom) after the war - In which Frank is an ass and other Defenders make an appearance!
  • My Moment of Clarity - Back to the woods!
  • Thin Red Line - Casual reminder that they’re both bitter assholes. And touch is hard.
  • The Twist - There’s nothing quite like a Furious Frank Castle
  • why me? - One of those Potential Ways The Reunion Could Go, so good. Because we all need them to irresistibly collide again.

ineffablehusbands  asked:

idk if ur still doing prompts, but can u do one angst one where yuuri collapses when hanging out w yurio and yurio is freaking out and really worried??

Sorry, Yura

Yuuri didn’t want to admit it.

He didn’t want to admit that everything hurt.

That he had a pounding headache that felt so bad that Yuuri almost wanted to bash his head against the wall, because the pain would probably be less than his pounding headache.

He didn’t want to admit that the room was spinning.

That he felt like throwing up, despite not having eaten much in days.

But he couldn’t stop.

He needed to lose more weight, he still wasn’t thin enough.

He needed to practice his jumps, they needed to be perfect.

He needed to improve his step sequence, it needed to be better than ever before.

“Yo, Katsudon,” Yurio huffed out, catching his attention.

“Yes, Yura?” he questioned, forcing himself to give the teen a smile.

Yuri didn’t need to know how he felt, he was a teen with more important things to worry about than little old him.

He couldn’t tell Victor either, who was deep in his own training in preparation for the upcoming season. Victor had so much to catch up on after taking nine months off, he needed to lose weight, get back as much flexibility his body would allow and get his jumps back up to standard. It was a lot to do in such little time.

“You are looking a little pale, you okay?” the young Russian asked, causing him to laugh and wave off the boy’s concerns.

“Fine, fine,” he tried to reassure the teen, “Now, where were we?” he asked as he placed down his water bottle and moved to the centre of the room, ignoring how his stomach turned at the movement and the room span around him.

They were at the Madam Lilia’s dance studio. Madam Lilia’s! Yuuri couldn’t believe it. He still remembers sitting with Minako and watching all those videos of Madam Lilia dancing, and here he was standing in her dance studio.

“Show me how you would do that part again,” Yuri demanded, catching his attention from his little day dream.

He smiled and nodded his head as he got into the starting position.

Ballet is easy. It was the rise and fall of his limbs. It was flexing to the max and moving with grace. It was-


Yuri didn’t know what to do.

He had noticed something was off about Yuuri all day, but the Japanese man had acted so normally, he hadn’t been sure if it was his mind playing tricks on him.

Until Yuuri had dropped. Like, straight to the ground hard.

He barely remembers shouting the other man’s name.

He ran towards Yuuri, noting for the first time just how hot the older skater was. It wasn’t normal hot, it was burning hot. The sort of hotness connected with sicknesses.

“I heard a shout.” Yuri glanced up to see Lilia standing in the doorway, a little out of places if her undone hair was anything to go by.

“He fainted,” he said quickly, causing Lilia to move towards them, her long legs making it to them in less than four steps.

“Go grab your jacket and Yuuri’s as well,” Lilia ordered while crouching down beside Yuuri. He nodded and hurried towards the corner where they had put all their stuff. He grabbed their jackets and hurried back towards Lilia, who had gently lifted Yuuri’s head into her lap.

“Place the jackets over him,” Lilia ordered, voice steady and soothing, something which Yuri couldn’t understand.

Yuuri had just fainted, completely dropped, like a sack of potatoes, to the ground.

The sound of Yuuri hitting the ground echoed in his ear despite the sound having faded long ago.

He carefully covered Yuuri in the jackets, wondering if being on the cold ground was okay or not.

“What do-“ he started to ask, only to be cut off.

“Grab Yuuri’s water bottle, we will give him a few minutes. If he doesn’t wake up, we will call an ambulance,” Lilia stated simply while brushing Yuuri’s hair out of his face.

Yuri collected Yuuri’s water bottle before sitting down beside Lilia, hands grasping the water bottle tightly.

How the hell was he going to explain to Victor that Yuuri had fainted?

‘Your fiancé just fainted on me and hit the ground hard, sorry I didn’t catch him’

What if Yuuri got brain damage from hitting the ground that hard?

What if-

A groan left Yuuri’s mouth, causing Yuri to perk up.

“My head,” Yuuri mumbled softly while slowly opening his eyes.

“Yuuri, sweetheart, do you know where you are?” Lilia asked, voice surprisingly soft.

Yuri glanced between Lilia and Yuuri, worried and nervous.

“Dance studio,” Yuuri mumbled.

“Where?” Lilia asked, causing Yuuri to moan as he reached up to rub his forehead.

“Russia. What happened?” Yuuri spoke, sounding clearer than before.

“You gave little Yura a scare by fainting on him,” Lilia said simply, causing him to huff and turn his head to the side.

He hadn’t been scared.

“Sorry, Yura,” Yuuri mumbled while closing his eyes for a moment.

“Come on, Yuuri. Let’s move to a warmer and comfier room,” Lilia said, gently helping Yuuri into an upright position despite the Japanese man’s protests. “Yura,” he glanced towards Lilia who gestured towards the water bottle still grasped tightly in his hands.

“Here, drink,” he demanded while shoving the water bottle into Yuuri’s hands. The older skater accepted it with a nod and took a few sips before placing the water bottle on the ground.

“Yuuri,” Lilia said softly while helping the Japanese skater to his feet, “Have you been feeling unwell?”

Yuri stared at Yuuri closely, catching a little bit of colour return to his face.

“A little,” Yuuri mumbled, causing him to frown while grabbing the older man’s hand.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” he questioned while leading him out of the room and towards one of Lilia’s sitting rooms.

“I,” Yuuri started before pausing, “I didn’t want to bother anyone,” Yuuri said, voice very soft that Yuri wasn’t sure he actually heard Yuuri speak until Lilia huffed from the other side of him.

“Yuuri Katsuki, your health is just as important as your training. You do not put yours or anyone else’s training before your own health,” Lilia said while giving the Japanese man a glare, though it wasn’t as sharp as Yuri was used to. “If you didn’t feel comfortable telling Vitya, you could have told either myself or Yakov. But do not ignore your health.”

“Yes, madam,” Yuuri replied simply, causing Lilia to nod her head as they helped Yuuri down onto a nice soft couch. He sat himself down beside Yuuri, making sure that Yuuri had his jacket on properly.

“You two will stay in this room,” she stated, “I will contact Yakov and Victor. I won’t have you leaving here until you are better, Yuuri, is that understood?”

“Yes, madam,” Yuuri replied again. The room lapsed into silence as Lilia left the room, but not before giving him a look he didn’t understand.

“Sorry, Yura,” Yuuri mumbled while gently leaning into his side.

“You should be,” he huffed while crossing his arms across his chest.

“Didn’t mean to worry you,” Yuuri mumbled, even softer than before.

“Wasn’t worried,” he mumbled back.

“Did good, Yura,” Yuuri spoke ever so softly, almost like he was falling asleep. He turned his head slightly and there Yuri was, fast asleep beside him.

“Stupid, Katsudon, not telling anyone you’re sick. God, Victor is going to kill me,” he mumbled to himself while carefully shifting Yuuri into a more comfortable position as to not strain his neck.