weights is the way to go

BTS reaction: their s/o trying to lose weight

Request: please write a bts reaction to their s/o trying to lose weight not because they think they look fat but because they think they’re too heavy

Thank you for the request :) Anyone who does want to lose weight should do it in the healthiest way, also make sure you’re doing it for yourself, not for anyone else’s satisfaction. ♥

Also, I’m pretty sure all the members would be supportive as long as you aren’t trying to lose weight in an unhealthy way, but all of their reactions would still vary a bit.

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Seokjin: Jin would kind of be sad when he finds out you’re trying to lose weight because 1. He loves feeding you and 2. He thinks you look cute on the chubbier side. He’d support it as long as you were still eating well and would still feed you all the time, just with healthier food 

“I made something really healthy and I feel like you’ll love it… You wanna try some?”

Originally posted by kawaiimoonlight

*you’re Yoongi*

Yoongi: I think Yoongi would always make sure you ate well if you were in a relationship as he couldn’t eat much as a trainee and he doesn’t want you to go through the same struggle as he did but he’s also all for you being confident in yourself so he’d make sure you weren’t losing too much weight but also making progress.

“Stay healthy for me, ok?

Originally posted by sugagifs

Hoseok: Wouldn’t monitor over you as much as Jin would but but all this sunshine wants is for you to be happy with yourself. He might ask you if you want to dance with him (even if you can’t chance) as a way for you to get exercise, plus you’d drink lots of water if you did it which is crucial while trying to lose weight.

“I made a choreo to your favourite song and I wanna teach you it!! C’mon, it’ll be fun!!” soft

Originally posted by jhope-shi

Namjoon: For the most part, he also wouldn’t be too strict on everything just like Hoseok, but he’d try and help you with a dieting plan by looking into the nutritional values of everything, he’d try making you nutritious stuff but lets be honest he’d probably accidentally drop it all on the floor because this is Kim Namjoon we’re talking about here.

“Hey jagiya I made you something that’ll be really good for you!!” *sound of shattering glass* “……nevermind!!!!”

Originally posted by choke-me-namjoon

Jimin: His body confidence issues are something that are talked about a lot and everyone knows how Jimin lost weight predebut :-( so he’d be really cautious at first and make sure you were eating properly and lowkey would never leave you alone so he knew you weren’t doing anything in a way to try to lose weight that is actually just bad for your health.

“I’m fine with it as long as you promise that you don’t follow in my footsteps by trying to lose weight the way I did.”

Originally posted by jiminrolls

Taehyung: Would find it suckish that you probably wouldn’t be eating as much as you were prior to your weightloss journey because I feel like Tae is the type of the person who just loves laying in bed while stuffing his face with some takeout with his s/o on a Saturday night, however he’d support you all the way and let you know how proud of you he is.

“I’m so happy you’re doing this to improve your self confidence but I’m so lonely when I order takeout!! More for me I guess”

Originally posted by bwisou

Jungkook: Would be confused as to why you wanted to lose weight at first, when he realized it was because you wanted to be at a weight that made you more comfortable he didn’t have much of a reaction, he was just glad that you weren’t developing some type of disorder and would always buy you healthy food.

“I don’t care how much you weigh but if this makes you happier, I’m here to support you.”

Originally posted by boo-t-s

The Fair

@lordlochanlorcan requested some Elorcan fluff! Here it is, I hope you enjoy!

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“Pleaseeeee Lorcan!” Elide pouted her plump lips and batted her eyelashes at her boyfriend. “Can’t we please go to the festival?”

“I don’t want to go,” he insisted. “Ask Aelin. I’m sure she would be glad to accompany you.”

“I want to go with you.” Reaching out, she wrapped her hands around the dark skin of his forearm. “It would be fun! There’s games and food and dancing-“

“Precisely why I’d rather stay home,” he said, peeling her fingers off his arm. He rarely liked being in public to begin with, and the thought of dancing in the middle of a group of strangers who very well could be plotting to kill him didn’t sound appealing.

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Letting Go - 3 Just This Once

For @tpthvegebulsmutfest

The act of breathing was immense when 250 times Earth gravity was crushing his lungs. The gravity room burned a fierce unfriendly red. Vegeta liked the way it reflected his inner rage and how the intensity left him with little room for thought. Every ounce of concentration was needed to perform each movement precisely. Balancing on the tip of an index finger, he labored to complete his one-armed push-up regimen.

347.

348.

Sweat dripped off him, smacking into the floor with ferocious weight.

349.

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“BEAUTIFUL.”

Pairings: Richie Tozier x Reader, Richie Tozier x Female Reader

Genre: Fluff?

Word Count: 658

Requested: Yes

Warnings: body shaming, fat shaming, self esteem issues, Henry being a dick, swearing.

A/N: I hope you all are having a great day! Keep sending in requests!

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It was no lie that Y/N didn’t like the way she looked. There were many little things here and there that she didn’t care for, whether that be her hair, or her eyes or any of the other small things she despised. However, there was always one huge thing she wished she could change. Her weight. She’d go from having good days and feeling super body confident to having terrible days where she felt disgusting and desired only to change.

Bev, her best friend, always told her how beautiful she was and that she should never think of changing because she was perfect but Y/N could never bring herself to completely believe the words the Beverly was constantly throwing her way. Bev sometimes said it to Y/N like a mantra, and repeated it while soothing her upset friend but that usually worked as a short time fix, not a longtime one.

It didn’t help that everyone at her school were either close minded or, to put it frank, assholes. In particular, one infamous group of bullies known more predominantly as ‘The Bowers Gang.’ Lead by Henry Bowers, his gang were known for picking on easy targets, to be specific, the losers club. The amount of times Henry or Patrick had spewed hate at Y/N or said no one would ever love her, was endless, but that didn’t stop Y/N from developing a crush on her fellow friend, known as, the Trashmouth Tozier.

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“You know, Y/N, I always heard fat girls were lazy… but look at you! You’re practically running to get away from us!” Henry taunted as he stood surrounded by his goons while they laughed, only encouraging them further.

Y/N had actually found the other two members of the gang, Belch and Vic, to be quite pleasant when they weren’t influenced by their peers. They usually left her alone but Henry and Patrick could be deemed ruthless towards her.

Before Y/N could react or say anything back to Henry - if she could work up the courage - she was cut off by said crush.

“Hey, Bowers, why don’t you fuck off, huh?” Richie bravely shouted at his and his crushes tormentor.

“You are so going to regret that, four eyes!”

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“You didn’t have to do that for me, Richie.”

“I know.” Richie began, “But I wanted to.”

The two friends were sat on Y/N’s bed as she pulled worked on fixing the numerous bruises that were scattered across Richie’s face.

“It’s just, he’s such an asshole, Y/N, and you don’t deserve that. You’re beaut-” Richie stopped in the middle of the sentence, cursing himself for letting it slip out. He couldn’t have you finding out he had the biggest crush on him, not when he thought the feeling wasn’t mutual. This didn’t go unnoticed by Y/N though, she heard it loud and clear. A pink tint flashed over her cheeks as she shot her head down and coughed to try to break the silence.

“You’re all done. You should be fine, just try not to get into anymore fights. Okay, Richie?”

“Can’t make any promises.” He smirked and they both snickered at his reply.

“Oh and Richie, I think you’re beautiful too.”

The curly haired boy went red at the comment…. Y/N couldn’t possibly like him? Could she?

“Hey, Y/N, would you, maybe, want to go out sometime? I mean, only if you want to, of course. You don’t have to…. don’t just say yes because you feel like you have to… does that make sense? Of course it does, you’re smart!”

Obviously the boy was so inexperienced and it just made Y/N giggle. He was so flustered!

“I’d love that, Richie.”

The two lovebirds just grinned in sheer happiness at one another before Y/N engulfed him in a hug, to which Richie gladly returned. To anyone watching, the scene would’ve been beautiful.

Hunger

A/N: An anon request for a smut piece where they have sex in the shower after going to the gym. A character wasn’t specified, so I decided to have it be Derek :D

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“I’m dead, but it was worth it,” you said, laughing as you fell against Derek’s sweaty arms. You weren’t much better yourself. After nearly an hour and a half of running on the treadmill and a bit of weight training, it was time to get back to the apartment. The rumbling in your stomach said it was time to eat after your vigorous workout.

Apparently Derek felt the same way because he lifted up his shirt, exposing his absolutely delicious abs - and now you hungry for something else. 

“What are you looking at?” He asked, his cocky smile telling you that he knew exactly what you were eyeing.

Thankfully, you’d just left the gym in your apartment building, so in a few short minutes you were able to show Derek exactly what you were staring at. “This is what I’m looking at,” you laughed, closing the apartment door while dropping to your knees to pepper the planes of his abdomen in fevered, desperate kisses.

“I thought you said you were hungry,” he laughed as he gathered your hair into a ponytail and slowly peeled down the straps of your tank top. 

You stood back up, opening your mouth against his sweat-slick skin and tasting his exertion. “I was, still am, but I want this first.”

As he walked you backward, into the hallway and toward the bathroom, he reached behind him and pulled off his shirt. “Two birds, one stone?”

You shivered when he gathered you to him by the small of your back and turned on the shower with his free hand. The steam quickly began to take over the mirrors, although it was hard to tell whether it was coming from the water or the fact that while the water was getting warmer, the two of you were desperately grasping for each other’s skin. Finally, your clothes were left in a pile on the floor.

Derek easily lifted you into the shower and pressed you back into the wall - the adrenaline from your workout still coursing through your veins as he hungrily kissed and licked and nibbled at your tender flesh. “No time for foreplay,” you breathed, reaching down and grabbing a handful of his ass in your hand. “Too desperate. Just fuck me.”

The water sluiced over you both as he moved underneath the shower head, the sticky sweat glued to your bodies being washed away as the head of his cock pressed insistently against your entrance. A grunt of pleasure, of desperate need emanated from his throat and his mouth dropped open. While he braced himself against the wall, you used your arms, hoisted yourself upward and wrapped your legs around his waist. “Fuck me, Derek.”

“So needy,” he grunted as he slipped inside you.

Your sex tightened around him as he entered you, molding so perfectly to his length. After so long together, your body knew every muscle, every vein and every valley of his skin; you were molded together perfectly. “I’m always needy when it comes to you.” Derek pumped in and out of you, slowly at first, the water cascading over you both in time with his movements. “Oh fuck!”

Derek’s hands traveled up your arms, his fingers entangling in yours and his mouth opening up against your neck which was straining backward into the wall. You wanted to grab his head and pull him into your neck, make him devour you, feel his teeth graze against your skin, but he had your hands pinned together over your head. You were completely at his mercy. “Please, Derek…fuck me harder.”

His thighs clenched together as he thrusted into you even deeper than before. One hand grasped your thigh, spreading your legs wider for him while the other cradled the back of your head. There was nowhere for you to go, nothing for you to do; he was fully in control. All you could do was cling to his chiseled physique and ride out his precision thrusts as the water ran over you both.

“Oh my god, Y/N,” he breathed. The water spilled into his eyes and mouth as he continued to say your name like a mantra. “You’re fucking beautiful.”

His declaration swept its way into your mind as he hit the deepest parts of you and caused you to cry out. Among the insanity of the water spilling and his pointed thrusts, your muscles began to shake with the force of your release. “Oh my g-, fuck, Derek. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” Your legs trembled around him and he continued to ride your high until finally you were clinging to each other. “Oh hell.”

Derek chuckled against your neck and attempted to steady out his breathing as he took your mouth in a sweet kiss that was the exact opposite of everything that had just taken place. “Feel better?”

“Much,” you giggled, removing yourself from him and attempting to stand on your own two feet. “Maybe we should actually try and shower now?”

His tongue traveled over your neck and below your ear as he backed you into the opposing wall and pressed his slightly-calloused fingers against your clit. You moaned. You were still so sensitive. But Derek had this way of making you crave the overwhelming sensations. “Do we have to?” He asked.

Derek’s forefinger rubbed slow, lazy circles against your clit, sliding in between your arousal. “No we don’t,” you replied as you dropped to your knees for the second time since you’d entered the apartment. “I’m still hungry.”

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anonymous asked:

demiboy anon again-- I'm not sure if I should come out to anyone. It feels selfish and like making myself a "special snowflake". I told a couple kids at lunch and one ran around the courtyard screaming for a solid minute. I see it makes people flinch, look at me differently, or at worst, lecture me on how I'm confused, or going through a phase. What do? This is like a heavy weight on me...

I think a lot of trans people feel this way but honestly you shouldn’t hold yourself back and hide who you are. You deserve better.
You deserve to be yourself -Matt

anonymous asked:

HCs of Crusaders all frantically trying to take care of another sick member (platonic) please!

JOTARO is not exactly one you want around to take care of you when you’re sick. He’s easily distracted by his own problems, and on the way to Egypt, it’s more of a nuisance than anything. It’s not like he doesn’t care about his friends, he does. He just feels like a sick member is dead weight. 

KAKYOIN is actually the most likely to suggest the Speedwagon Foundation come and pick you up and take you home. Like Jotaro, he believes a sick member to be a kind of dead weight. But he’s a little more tactful about it, he’d never come out and say it just like that. Maybe something more like “if you’re ill, you’re not going to get better out in the heat. It’s dangerous enough without your body rejecting itself right now.”

AVDOL might second Kakyoin’s idea, or he’ll just take care of you if it’s nothing serious, just a little cold. He probably wouldn’t let you fight, as he knows Stands best and a sick user could be a problem. He’ll say you should stay if it’s only a  cold, that you’ll be better in a week’s time. In the meantime, he’ll make sure you have some hot tea on hand at all times. 

POLNAREFF is going to take this opportunity to prove he’s a useful friend. He’ll suggest you stay by his side, as he knows best that a stand user attacking you alone is bad enough, alone and sick is worse. Like Avdol, he wants to make sure you’re safe, making sure you have hot tea and soup when you need it. 

JOSEPH is a father, and treats all the crusaders as his children, including you. While he might be tempted to send you back home, he doesn’t like the idea of not knowing you’re definitely safe. What if Dio sends someone after you while you’re going home? That sounds like a sneaky, underhanded thing he’d do. He’ll send you to the Speedwagon Foundation’s doctors, just to see if there’s anything they can do to speed up the healing process. 

anonymous asked:

so for homeopathic stuff i've noticed that if it's for stuff that some hunter-gatherer or whatever would be cognizant of (ie. oh god my stomach hurts, i got a cut or a bruise, i'm cramping) things tend to work more than stuff that's more "modern" (heart attack, cancer, weight loss). is this a good mindset to go on?

This is generally a good way to go with ANY herbal medicine. If it’s serious, go to a doctor. 

anonymous asked:

I’m going on holiday to Prague tomorrow with my parents and we’ll be eating at restaurants where I can’t check the calorie content, do you know how I could still lose weight I’d love to lose 3lb in 5 days but I doubt it, I’ll be happy if I don’t gain tbh

there’s plenty of ways you can enjoy your holiday and eat at restaurants while watching your weight :) find a meal you like, then just make it as low cal as possible. get it without meat, or without cheese, get it without sauce/gravy. get soup and ask for only one slice of bread instead of two. just simple stuff like that x

Rising Signs

Rising sign is the cusp of your first house. It sets the tone for the rest of your houses, as well as adds a gloss coating to the individual birth chart as a whole. In essence, Rising sign is the tip of the glacier for the whole person. It’s what the person may show as a default for meeting new people. It also may show what people assume about the native at first glance.


Aries Risings gives the air of Independence. They may have fast, quick movements. They may take risks and be the doers. The first in line, type of ambition. May get scars from reckless adventures. Give the vibe of being brave, and standing up for themselves. True to who they are as a person, and genuine in what they want for themselves. Mars rulership gives them the passion for them to go out and achieve their desires.


Taurus Risings tends to be grounding. Venus gifts them with a natural taste for beauty, fashion, or admiration of the arts in relation to body. Artistic with self in the world. May lean towards natural care or food products. May have an apparent appreciation for music or nature. Possible slow but mindful movements. Can be calming, and give off a “chill” vibe. Doey features, gaze and/or eyes that reflect the natural simplistic depth of the world.


Gemini Risings give off a bubbly vibe. They often have an awkwardly adorable charm. Can be considered ditzy. Can be talkative or a gossip, expressive with hands. May experiment with appearance, such as styles or hair color. May want to appear knowledgable, or just be social. Mercury expands on the need to communicate, especially verbally. Wispy and hard to pin down.


Cancer Risings appears to be almost disconnected. Cancer is very guarded, and can be withdrawn. Intuition is strong. Despite being gaurded, they tend to be emotionally driven, however their true intentions are known to few as they can be very private. The moon here gives them a moonlight glow in their presence, that’s subtle but noticable. Soft features, often leaning feminine in mannerisms.


Leo Risings are the epitome of displaying loud and proud. They tend to be as large as life and light up the room. The sun ruler here makes the person have a glowing-or glaring- presence. They may soak up attention and praise, even subconsciously demand it. They have an air about them that glows and attracts attention, and may appear to have confidence even if it’s not actually present.


Virgo Risings tends to be quiet and observant, paying attention to small details often overlooked by most people. They tend to be critical about their appearance and how the present themselves to the world, usually having a keen idea of how their presence affects other people. Can be shy and withdrawn when first meeting people. Mercury adds a sophistication with language, and a possible anxiety that develops from an overly critical preception of self in relation to the world.


Libra Rising give off a charming and socially sauve vibe. Venus aims to please, particularly Libra blends in any social setting, often refusing to cause any disruption. They tend to mirror what they think people want and aspire to be on friendly terms with everyone involved, regardless of personal feelings. Polite, values manners, and respects unspoken social rules.


Scorpio Risings tend to stand in the back ground and observe. Even the more outgoing ones are observant, constantly reading the vibe of the environment. They are aware of the social undercurrents and want to act strategically. Intense inner vibes that spill into their interactions, intensity is often reflected in gaze and/or eyes. Can be serious but is almost always suspicious of others motives. Pluto here is intense, and people either are drawn to them or repulsed.


Sagittarius Risings display such a carefree vibe, they’re like a breath of freedom. Unmatched in their ability to show off nonchalance in others opinions and be authentically themselves. Jupiter gives them the ability to befriend almost anybody, and without being aware of it they have a light cheery vibe that expands across the room


Capricorn Risings are very serious and almost standoffish. They are not the most social immediately as they carry a weight around them. Serious Outlook and dry humor. Saturn restricts them so they’re not as out going, can accidentally give negative first impressions without meaning to. May come off as a workaholic, or generally tired.


Aquarius Risings is also friendly but in a more detached way. Unconventional and quirky, uncaring if strangers think their wierd but can secretly be self conscious. Uranus gives them a restless energy in crowds and may have an odd mix of being social while being independent. Co-ruler Saturn also can give them a resting bitch face, similar to Capricorn.


Pisces Risings gives off a soft and dreamy vibe. They seem ethernel in this world and can give the feeling of being from a fantasy realm. Can give off the impression of being shy and withdrawn, and dealing with secret fantasies. Neptune gives a glamour effect, in which Pisces may act as a canvas for other people’s personal ambitions.

♛ Exposing BTS Series ♛ Namjoon: A Born Leader (Part I)

Originally posted by ksjknj

Just from looking at his signs and aspects, one can tell that we are dealing with a man of great talent and purpose. Looking further into his natal chart confirms this. Let’s see what truly makes Namjoon our golden leader.

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Quit playing games

For @jadepresley 💖
This has been stuck in my head for daaaays! 


“Are you going to eat that?”

Draco frowned but shook his head and pushed his plate across the table. Potter attacked it as if he hadn’t just stuffed his face with three servings of scrambled eggs and croissants.

“Thanks,” he said, beaming at Draco. Clearing his throat, Draco had to look away, otherwise Potter might have noticed how pink his cheeks had suddenly gotten. He really didn’t understand Potter. He didn’t understand this whole strange situation they were in. Who would have thought he and Potter would become the kind of friends who would meet on Sundays for brunch? As much as Draco had always fantasised about becoming friends with him, this was an unexpected outcome. But not as unexpected as what had happened a few days ago…

“Potter, I think you’ve had enough to drink.”

“Dracoooooo! Don’t be such a drag!”

Draco blinked, the sound of his own name still ringing in his ears. Was this the first time Potter had said his given name to his face? Draco hated how much he enjoyed it. Watching Potter sway as he tried to make his way to the bar, Draco grabbed his arm.

“No more drinks for you,” he said resolutely.

“Dracoooo.” Potter knitted his brows together and started pouting. He actually pouted. Draco felt like he was going to faint.

“No, you’ve had enough.” His eyes darted down to Potter’s mouth. His lower lip was trembling and Draco wished he could stop the trembling by softly biting into it. “This won’t work on me,” he said, mentally cursing his voice for sounding so unsteady.

“Are you sure?” Potter said, his mouth stretching into a smile. “Then maybe this will!” With childish enthusiasm, Potter threw his arms around Draco’s neck. Their bodies were suddenly flush against each other.

“What are you-?” Before Draco could finish his question, Potter’s lips were on his, moving slowly and softly. Draco was too stunned to push him away. And honestly, he didn’t want to. Potter was kissing him! And the way he was kissing him… He didn’t seem as drunk as Draco had thought. Or maybe, he was just an exceptionally good kisser.

Against his better judgement, Draco closed his eyes and tentatively placed his hands on Potter’s hips. Potter let out a deep sigh that send a delicious shiver down Draco’s spine. But wait… this wasn’t right. Potter wasn’t in his right mind.

Reluctantly, Draco detached his lips from Potter’s and stared at him. He was not prepared for the sight that met him. Potter was gazing at him dreamily, a wide smile plastered on his face.

“See? I know it would work on you,” he mumbled, before his head collapsed on Draco’s shoulder. The added weight, from Potter going completely limp in his arms, made Draco stumble.

“What in Merlin’s name was that?”

Draco had asked himself that question a lot over the last couple of days. He still had no idea. Potter had acted like nothing had happened when they had seen each other again. Maybe he didn’t remember. But something was definitely off; Potter kept finding excuses to touch Draco in seemingly innocent ways and whenever he thought Draco wasn’t paying attention, he kept giving him these looks.

At first, Draco had thought he was just imagining things, but it kept happening and it left Draco confused and frustrated. What was Potter doing?

“Hey, I thought we could go to the movies tonight,” Potter said, completely nonchalant.

“The movies,” Draco repeated flatly.

“Yeah, you know, the Muggle-”

“I know what it is,” Draco snapped. He took a sip of his coffee and slammed the cup back down on the saucer.

“Is that a no?” Potter asked. Draco looked away, not sure what to say. As much as he enjoyed spending time with him, the way Potter was behaving made everything so hard. Draco wasn’t sure he could do it for much longer without exploding. Maybe it would be better to pause this friendship thing for a little bit. When his eyes found Potter’s again, his mouth opened involuntarily. Potter’s eyes were piercing and there was an odd expression on his face.

“Hold on, you’ve got some crumbs-” He leaned over the table, his hand outstretched. Draco blinked as Potter’s fingers brushed the corner of his mouth. They definitely lingered there longer than necessary. This was it! Draco had enough of this teasing.

Slamming his hands down on the table, he pushed himself out of his seat and stormed out of the café. What did Potter think they were doing? He acted like they were just friends, just friends, and then he did something like that. Seriously, it was all Potter’s fault. If the git hadn’t kissed him-

“Draco!”

Draco stopped in his tracks, a warm feeling spreading inside his chest. Stupid, stupid! He shouldn’t be feeling that way.

“Draco, wait!” Potter caught up to him, grabbing him by the shoulder and turning him around. “What’s going on? Why did you just leave like that?”

Draco scowled at his feet, not wanting to look Potter in the eyes.

“Is it something I did?” Potter asked, sounding genuinely unsure. Draco snorted. “What is it? Talk to me?” Potter lowered his head to catch Draco’s eyes and Draco suddenly felt fingers brushing the hair out of his face.

“This! This!!” Slapping his hand away, Draco finally looked up. “You’ve got to stop doing that!”

Potter looked shocked. He clearly hadn’t expected such an outburst.

“You can’t just do that all the time. Touch me like that.”

Draco watched as Potter’s face fell. He bit his lip and started wringing his hands.

“Oh. I’m sorry. I didn’t know it made you that uncomfortable.”

Wait, why did Potter look so crestfallen? That didn’t make any sense.

“It does,” Draco said through gritted teeth. “It would be much easier if you could be… a little more decisive.” Draco really didn’t want to have this conversation. He was pretty sure he’d just end up humiliating himself. And maybe, it would even mean the end of his friendship with Potter.

“What do you mean, more decisive?”

Draco sighed. Maybe his friendship with Potter was already over. Draco couldn’t stand to be around him like this.

“Maybe you behave like that around your friends. I don’t. There’s a line between- It’s not something you just- There’s a difference between-” Draco didn’t know how to explain it to Potter without sounding like a lovesick fool.

“Do you mean- I-… Are you talking about the kiss?” Potter sounded extremely nervous. Draco gaped at him.

“You remember? I thought you didn’t remember.”

“No, I remember,” Potter said quietly.

Draco’s mind reeled.

“Then why- What are you doing? I can’t even tell if that was accidental or not? If you regret it or not? What is this- What are we-”

“I don’t know, okay?” Potter interrupted him. “I don’t know.”

Draco studied him, taking in the insecure expression on his face.

“Even if you don’t know, you can’t just do that to me,” he murmured. “I have no idea what to think anymore.”

Potter bit the inside of his cheeks, before taking a step towards Draco.

“But you like me, right?”

Annoyed, Draco clicked his tongue.

“I’m pretty sure the answer to that is painfully obvious.”

Potter took another step, so that their chests were touching. Reaching for Draco’s hands, he interlaced their fingers and peered up at him from under his lashes.

“Would you…” His voice quivered slightly. “Would you want to kiss me again?”

Draco opened his mouth but no sound came out. Had Potter really just asked him-

“Potter, what are you doing?” he said, almost choking on the words. His eyes darted down when Potter licked his lips in one swift motion. “This is what I’m talking about. You can’t just keep playing these games with me.”

“It’s not a game,” Potter said, his expression turning serious. “I have no idea what I’m doing, okay? I have no idea how to handle… this.” He gave Draco’s hands a squeeze and guided them to the small of his back. “I’ve never fallen for a bloke before. Not like this. And you’re not just any bloke. It’s a little overwhelming, alright?”

Draco was glad Potter had stopped talking. He wasn’t sure if he would have been able to hear anything else over the ringing in his ears.

“Did you just say- You… What?”

Potter laughed, loud and wide. It made Draco weak in the knees.

“Can we please not dwell on this? This is embarrassing enough,” Potter said, pressing his body against Draco’s. “So, you still haven’t answered my question. Would you kiss me again?”

Instead of answering, Draco made a deep gurgling sound at the back of his throat. Before Potter had the chance to comment on it, Draco grabbed his face with both hands and started kissing him like he had wanted to for as long as he could remember.

“I swear to Merlin, if you take back what you just told me and we go back to being friends, I’m going to hex your testicles off,” he growled against Potter’s lips.

“Oh, I think we can make use of them in a much better way,” Potter chuckled, burying his hands in Draco’s hair. Draco groaned. He couldn’t believe this was really happening. After all this time. Finally!

Keith/Lance, set immediately after the keith vlog cause I’m emotional and want bby to be comforted sooo hurt/comfort. 

Lance perks up when the control room doors slide open, it’s finally his time to shine; finally his turn to get behind the camera and mesmerize their audience. He stands up when Keith comes out, smiling at him, but Keith charges on by, his expression twisted; his eyebrows furrowed and lips held in a tight line.  

The smile drips off Lance’s face, replaced by confusion, he watches as Keith raises a hand to his own - scrubbing at his eyes. 

“Hey!” Lance calls after him, and Keith turns, his eyes wide with surprise; and there’s something else about them, too, they look a little wet? “How’d it go?” he asks, still trying to puzzle over Keith’s expression - is the vlogging really that bad?

Keith quickly drops his gaze, looking down at the ground. “Uhh, fine,” he says, and waves distractedly behind him, back the way he was headed, “I’m gonna go train, or just you know sit in my room. I’ll go to my room, I think, but training helps me clear my head and focus. I - yeah, I’ll see you later, Lance?”

Lance’s eyebrows draw together in concern, watching Keith stutter over his words. “Hey, man,” he says softly, ignoring Keith’s plans to ask, “You okay?” He reaches out a hand, putting it on Keith’s shoulder, and Keith, almost unconsciously, leans into his touch. 

“Yeah,” Keith says, his voice cracking a little on the word. “I’m fine. It’s just -” he chokes, then groans in frustration, bringing his hands up to cover his face, “Ugh, this is so stupid.” He quickly rubs at his eyes; he wants them to stop burning, and for his throat to stop feeling like it’s all clogged up, he wants to stop feeling like he’s going to break even if he just tries to talk - he doesn’t want to cry

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i want to talk about hunay for a moment because it’s an incredibly important ship and it really saddens me that it’s ignored so much for other ships.

hunay is a relationship between a fat guy (yes. hunk is Fat. he does have arm muscle, but he also has a round stomach, which means he’s Fat. and guess what?? that isn’t a bad thing!! “fat” is not a bad word.) and a buff girl. their appearances, which are often made to be some kind of issue in other media, are never even acknowledged by each other. and that’s something that hardly ever happens.

fat people, when we are included in media, are often seen as undesirable. our looks are constantly pointed out, and made to be some kind of issue. if a fat person ends up with a skinny person in media, most of the time they have to undergo some kinda transformation that ends with them becoming skinny, and thus suddenly becoming desirable solely bc they lost weight. if a fat person ends up with another fat person, then they’re often Both seen as undesirable, and the relationship is usually set up in a way that indicates that they wouldn’t have ended up with anyone but each other solely bc they’re both fat. shay loves hunk for hunk, and he never has to go through any kind of transformation to gain her affection.

buff girls are hardly ever included in media at all. physically strong female characters do exist, but it’s rare for them to actually be given any kind of muscle. they’re usually still pretty skinny, or only have arm muscle. shay’s entire build is pure muscle, which is a very rare thing to find in female characters from what i’ve seen. and the few times i have seen muscular female characters they’ve usually had deep voices, were treated as a joke/undesirable, or were portrayed as really rough and tough people who weren’t allowed to be soft. hunk falls for shay pretty much instantly, and shay is portrayed as a soft and gentle person.

hunay is a relationship with a fat guy and a buff girl where they are not treated as “the fat guy” and “the buff girl”. it is a relationship where they are treated like people. no one points out their appearances at all. hunay is the most canon ship, and thus they are made desirable to each other, and it’s in no way portrayed to be in spite of their appearances. 

please stop ignoring hunay. i’m not saying you can’t ship these two with other characters, because i also ship them with other characters. i’m just asking that you please stop ignoring/disregarding this incredibly important ship for other ships. and if your complaints about the ship are centered around it being a boy/girl ship, please remember that there are still certain groups who need better relationship rep, and the good rep they do get shouldn’t be disregarded if that rep is given through a boy/girl relationship.

The Five Times You See Bucky Barnes Shirtless

Word Count: 3,408

Warnings: Slight smut.

A/N: Another re-post! :D 


The first time you see Bucky Barnes without his shirt, you almost drop the steaming mug of coffee you’re bringing into the lab. Tony has him sitting back on an examination chair and Bucky smiles at you before his face contorts in confusion. Your eyes are wide and you look like the literal personification of a deer in headlights.

“Hey, Y/N, are you okay?” he asks.

You nod, gulping thickly and adopting a nonchalant façade. You send him a smile. “Tony tinkering with your arm? Be careful with him, Barnes.”

He chuckles as Tony directs a glare at you before he looks down at your feet.

“Did you just drop half of your coffee on my pristine floors?” Tony asks, absolutely scandalized.

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The Virgin and The Sex God: Chapter One- Dean x Reader

The Virgin and The Sex God: Chapter One
Summary: Dean finds out you’re a virgin and begins to try to charm his way into your pants. Little does he know he’s about to fall in love.
Word Count: 2,227
Warnings: Potty mouth Dean.  Potty Mouth Reader.


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I’m so addicted to all the things you do
When you’re rollin’ round with me in between the sheets
Oh the sounds you make, with every breath you take
It’s unlike anything, when you’re lovin’ me… 
From Addicted by Saving Abel


You made a noise through your nose and rolled your eyes hard as you watched Dean Winchester making a move a boozed up bimbo.  The both of you had  agreed to get some celebratory drinks together after a successful hunt.  You had meet the Winchester brothers a few years ago and had occasionally hunted with them.  Personally you were more of a solo hunter, but you made a few exceptions every now and then.  

The Winchesters you had considered friends and you liked spending time with them.  You groaned when the blonde woman giggled as Dean whispered something in her ear.  The tightening in your stomach made you want to hurl your bottle at the pair.

It wasn’t that you were jealous of the woman- you knew what would come of her night.  The walk of shame at six in the morning.  You were jealous and angry of the idea that Dean would rather chat up a chick then spend time with his friend.  You hadn’t seen him in over a year and this was how he was choosing to spend his time?  Taking a chug of your beer, you climbed to your feet and stomped over to him.  

Putting on your best dramatic face,with a few fake tears to boot, you began to yell at him for being an unfaithful bastard.   Dean’s eyes lite up and his face flushed.  The blonde looked on horrified as you proceeded to punch him in the arm.

“You bastard!  A sick baby and wife at home!  And this is where I find you!  Cuddled up with some floozy?”  You screeched as you gave him another whack for good measure.  

“Wife?  This is your wife?”  The blonde managed to squeak out as she backed away from the two crazy people.  She held up her hands as she did.

“What?  No.  I’m not married.  She’s just my good friend.”  Dean managed to get out before you whacked his arm again.

“Really? REALLY?!  Ten years of marriage and a baby!!  And I’m just your “good friend”?!” You wailed.


The blonde woman had enough at this point and ran the opposite direction from the pair of loons.  Dean watched after her and turned to scowl at you.  You shrugged your shoulders and gave him a hefty smirk.

“God Damn it, Y/N!  That was a sure thing!”  He barked as his scowl deepen.  Your hands snapped to your hips as you leaned forward towards him.  You matched his scowl perfectly before answering him.


“Serves you right for trying to abandon your friend for some one-night stand!”  You hissed back as you pegged him the shoulder again.  Dean grunted and reached up to rub the sore spot.  You watched as his features soften as he thought about your words.  His hand came out to rest on your shoulder and he gave it a squeeze.

“Yeah.  I’m sorry sweetheart.  I wasn’t thinking.”  He sighed.


“Oh you were thinking alright….  Just not with the right head.” You said in a matter of fact tone.  You gestured to his crotch for emphasis and Dean’s eyes flicker downward.  You chuckled when his head snapped back up.  He made a face and reached up to rub his neck.  It looked like he wanted to make a come back  but nothing was coming out.  


“Yeah… Whatever…”  He finally managed to get out and you were giggling again.  Dean squinted his eyes at you and an unreadable emotion flashed in his eyes for a moment.  You smiled at him and reached out to tug on his arm.

“Come on Winchester, you can make it up to me by buying me a drink or ten.”  

“Yeah. Yeah.”  He muttered as he started back towards the bar.  You followed behind him giggling louder this time.


Dean sank down on a bar stool and motioned for the bar tender.  You plopped down beside him and ordered a beer.  He turned to you and as you brought the mouth of the bottle to your lips.  As the bitter liquid passed down your throat, Dean’s eyes flashed with a dangerous thought.

“You know…  You could always make up losing my booty call for me by going back to my room.”  He said in a low grumble.  His hand reaching over to touch your thigh.  Your eyes widen as that damn tongue of his dragged itself across his bottom lip.  

You made a choking noise as your beer went down the wrong pipe.  Sputtering, you placed your drink on the bar top and grunted when Dean’s hand smacked you across the back.  His dark chuckle caused your eyes to darken.  Inhaling deeply, you turned to snarl at him.

“Public sexual harassment isn’t cute, Winchester.”  You said in hoarse voice.  Dean’s chuckled grew louder at your words and you rolled your eyes.  


“What?  Don’t want a chance to sleep with a bona fide sex god?” He said with a smirk so big you just wanted to snatch it off of him.   This time your eyes rolled all the way into the back of your head.

“Oh shut up, Winchester.  If I wanted an STD, I’d go to my local alleyway.”  You grunted into your beer.    Dean gave you a hard stare before pressing the issue.


“I’m being serious, Y/N.  I’ve always thought that you were pretty.  Why not give it a try?  Ummmm.  I’ll make it worth your while.”  He said with a sincere look in his eyes.  

You blanched at his words and shifted uncomfortably in your seat.  Your eyes glazed over as a thousand and one thoughts ran through your head.  You were certainly flattered that Dean thought your were pretty.  

You hadn’t really heard him describe many woman as pretty.  You bite your lip as something unfamiliar bubbled in your stomach.  You hadn’t really thought of Dean in that way much.  Though weren’t blind and you knew he was unmistakably gorgeous.  There;however; were two reason that this wouldn’t go over well.


One- you were and wanted to continue to be good friends with the Winchesters.  You liked them and most of all you trusted them.  A rarity for you.   Second and most pronouncing- you were still a virgin.  What the hell would you have to offer a man, who by all accounts, was a sex god?

“Yeah…  No thanks.  Dean.  I’m good.”  You mumbled into your beer.  Your eyes adverted to the other side of the bar when he pressed closer to you.  Leaning over, Dean whispered in your ear.

“Haven’t you even thought of me before?  I know I sure as hell have thought of you. Ever since that first hunt when you took out those three vamps all by your pretty little self.”  He whispered hotly against your ear.  You shuttered and nearly swallowed your tongue.  This was quickly getting out of hand and not how you had pictured the night going.  You never, in a million years, would have thought Dean would think of you in that way.  Hell’s bells, you weren’t even sure you thought of him in that way.  

Dean’s hand had now settled at the top of your thigh.  He lightly ghosted over your clothed inner thigh and you had to suppress a moan.  Your head began to feel swimmy as you subconsciously pressed yourself closer to him.  A warm feeling spread from your stomach and down your thighs.  Ok, so maybe you did think of him in that way.  That still didn’t mean that you wanted to give it up to Dean Winchester- Mr. Womanizer himself.  You flinched away from his touch and slid off the bar stool.  Dean looked at you with a dark smirk on his lips.

“Suddenly so shy?  What happen to that girl that was demanding my attention earlier?”  He mused as he stood up and moved towards you.  You gulped audibly when you found yourself pinned between him and the bar.    Your hands went up and pressed themselves into his chest so that you could give yourself some room.  

The scent of Dean filled your senses and his warm hard  body pressed against yours in a way you had never experienced.  Your whole body flushed as you tried to squirm away from him.  You you could feel your heart skip a literal beat when you felt something hard pressed into your thigh.  You squeaked when you realized that Dean was indeed very happy to see you.


“Deeannnn…..”  You whined as you felt yourself becoming overheated.  You shifted and squirmed underneath him.  The sudden clearing of a throat brought you both back to your senses.  Your head snapped to the side to find the old man bartender looking at the pair of you in disgruntlement.    


“Take it outside you two.” He grunted in a low raspy voice.  You blanched when you realized that the whole room was staring right at you.   There was a groan of disappointment from a few of the patrons when Dean stepped away from you.  Your face turned tomato red as your hands flew up to your face.  You were going to kill him.  

You heard Dean mumble something about, too damn cute, before he grabbed one of your hands.  He was nearly dragging you through the bar door before he stopped just outside.  His hand dug into his pockets for his keys and you had to look away.  There was still a noticeable bulge in his pants.

Once the keys were in his hand, he proceeded to continue to drag you all the way to Baby.  You were squealing again when his hand were suddenly digging into your hips and his weight shifting you into the side of the car.  Your hand came up automatically to cover his mouth when you saw him bend down to kiss you.  You shook your head wildly as he pulled away to look at you in bewilderment.  He began to protest your lack of kissing but your voice ringing out cut him short.

“I’M A VIRGIN!”  You squeaked out a few octaves higher than your natural voice. Dean’s eyes flew open at this revelation and you heard him say something.  It muffled against the palm of your hand and you pulled away so that he could speak to you.  

“What did you say?…”  You asked shyly.  

Your face was going to be permanently pink by the time this man got done with you.  The biggest secret you had in your life had just been revealed to him and the six other drunks in the parking lot.  You were mortified, turned on, and confused.  

“I said, God damn.  Just god damn.”  He said with groan.  His eyes looked like they had the devil himself dancing in them.  You giggled nervously as you flatten yourself against Baby.

“So… Uhhh… Can you back down some….  I…  uhhh..  You’re making me nervous.”  Shuttered out as your hands once again went to his chest.  His very firm chest.

Dean’s smirk was never bigger with those words as he pulled back from you.  You let out a shaking sigh of relief and turned on your heels to put some distance between the two of you.  You tried to ignore the discomfort that throbbed painfully between your legs.  

Sometime later, you both sat in an uncomfortable silence as you drove back to the motel.  Or at least for you it was.   Dean was still smirking away and would chuckle every time he glanced your way.  Finally,  after the fourth time his chuckles began to get on your nerves.

“What?”  You growled at him as your eyes threw daggers his way.  

“Nothing….   It’s just I was wondering….  How did you make it to 28 and still manage to stay a virgin?”  He said with a another chuckle.    Your stare darken immediately.  Was the asshole making fun of you?  You swore that if he hadn’t been driving you would clock him in the jaw.

“Well not all of can be sluts Winchester.  Or in your case a manwhore.”  You jeered at him.

“Ouch…  That one hurt.”  He said with feigned hurt in his voice.  “What I meant to say, even though I came off like a complete asshole is…  How can someone as sweet, pretty, and caring as you still be a virgin?”  He ask with the hint of an apology in his voice.  

“Hoho, Flattery eh?  Don’t think that’s gonna get you in my pants.”  You said with a snort.

“Almost worked earlier.”  He quipped.  You rolled your eyes dramatically for the third time that night.

“Shut up.  It did not.”  You grumbled as you crossed your arms in front of your chest.  You frown and huffed at him.  He was chuckling again before you could blink.

“See, it’s that shit right there.  How the hell has someone as cute as you not had a roll in the sheets?”  He asked with a shake of his head.  “What a waste…”  


His eyes scanned your body and you felt yourself stiffen.  Was he ogling you?  Your eyebrow twitched a bit.

“I just never found a guy that I liked.  At least not enough to go there….”  You murmured lowly.  

“Do you like me enough?”  He asked in a husky whisper.  His voice was even lower than it was naturally.  A shiver ran through you and shook from the force of it.  

The man was trying to kill you.


AN: So this is a smut series.  Starting in the first few chapters. Not for kiddies. ;)  Please know that I am going to be updating my other Dean series soon.  Please forgive me for starting yet another story.  LOL.  Happy friday y’all!

You can read all my work at my MASTERLIST.

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Kristina 

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A Fighting Chance (Dylan O’Brien smut)

Summary: you’re the personal trainer for American Assassin and grow close to one of the stars. (Verrrrry close)

Word Count: 8.3k

Warnings: this spirals into smut! I also have a filthy mouth so beware of multiple curses throughout.

A/N: Dylan mentioned needing a trainer for American Assassin and my first thought was ‘hot sexy Dylan sweating over a punching bag’ and so this baby was born lmao. I’ve not had the opportunity to see the film, so I’ve sort of made up what I assume the types of things are that they did. I also have no idea what order they shot the film in, so just went along with the natural progression of this plot!

PSA !!! This mentions nothing of his accident on The Death Cure. I don’t feel it’s right to write about or romanticise Dylan’s trauma, so you’ll never find it featured in my pieces! 

**In case it isn’t obvious, every time there’s a line break, that indicates a small time skip. During that time, Y/N and Dylan grow a little closer.**

Happy reading! :)

Originally posted by thatonekimgirl

“Harder!” You called out, watching Dylan’s shoulders shake. A sheen of sweat covered his upper arms, accentuating the powerful movements of his biceps.

Hearing your words, he groaned loudly. “Oh, c’mon, Y/N. I’ve been at it for,” he paused, face screwing into a grimace, “at least an hour. Please give me a break,” he whined. Despite the complaints, he continued his actions.

Rolling your eyes, you stepped forward and grabbed the punching bag, stopping his workout abruptly. “It’s been barely ten minutes,” you deadpanned, “and you’re still doing it wrong! May I?”

Dylan nodded so you moved forwards. Grabbing his bandaged hands, you worked quickly to adjust his balance in a way that redistributed his weight. “You need to engage your core more. Without it, you’re losing a lot of power.”

“Okay,” He replied, standing up a little straighter. He pushed some of the hair from his face, gazing at the bag determinedly.

“It’s all yours,” you said, giving him the go-ahead.

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I came across these amazing prompts the other day and I immediately thought of how helpful all of these concepts have been along my journey, getting where I am now and where I’m going, and the overall mindset I’ve been in along the way.
Guys and gals, this is powerful stuff to ponder. To journal. To make goals. To reflect. To take ownership. Be accountable. To find that will power, that determination to reach your full potential.
So often we find ourselves “wanting”. Wanting to lose weight, wanting to be fit, wanting that six pack, to fit into that outfit, to feel good, to have more energy…
guys and gals, it starts in your head. It starts with knowing who you really are and loving that person enough to let that person shine through all the garbage we deal with in the world on a daily basis, to put your best out there with confidence knowing that you can and will still be standing with all your awareness, not letting the world take your courage and strength and unique amazing qualities away from you.
Because those qualities are what will drive you. It’s different for everyone. Beyond looking good, and feeling good about the person you see on the outside. It’s about finding yourself, and loving who you are on the inside. Taking pride of that person, taking care of that person.
And when you do, that positive energy will raise from you to others and spread like crazy.
I strongly encourage you to look inside yourself and find that thing that gives you energy and joy and determination.
And then go kick some booty and rock life.
You got this. As always, I’m here to be a friend and a cheerleader whenever you need. Stay awesome! 😘