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130lbs vs. 230lbs …& this is why I tell people that weight ain’t nothing but a number. Yes, I eat right. Yes I exercise. Sure there are things that are still a work in progress ( like these washboard abs that I KNOW are chilling underneath this gut); however, due to my genes & proportions, you would never tell that there is a whole 100lb difference between these pics. BE YOUR OWN BODY GOALS BABYGIRL✌🏾️

This is so aesthetically plsing

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as much as I love the boys.. I wish they would use their platform to talk about issues like what’s going on right now with DACA. I understand that they are under no obligation to but if you have that big of a following, it should be your duty to speak for those who can’t speak for themselves.

I love when they speak on LGBTQ issues but what about BLM? what about DACA?

Messy Drunk | Fionn Whitehead One Shot

Rating: PG-13 for mild swearing (I think??), drunk people and dirty talk Requested: yes! Summary: Usually Fionn is good at moderation, but it seems like with you, all of that goes out the window, his feelings for you have grown more than either of you knew, until one night when he lets it slip not so subtly that he likes you, his best friend, more than he should.

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It had been a long night. My in a bad way, but in the sense that it was nearly two in the morning and everyone at the Dunkirk cast party was still going hard. You had been invited, of course, as a friend to Fionn, the two of you were best friends and you were happy to come out to support him after such a huge success.

But you were tired, you had only had enough alcohol to make you drowsy, not crazy and flirtatious like Fionn was acting now.

He had come out of the crowd on the dance floor with two cups, handing one two you and keeping one for himself, almost griping over his own feet on his trip over to you, who was standing still to the side of the dance floor. His slight blinder made him giggle and you smiled at how happy your friend appeared to be, even though he was drunk off his mind.

“YN, drink upppp,” he whined. “You’re not ev'n drunk yet, you should have fun like meee,” you laughed and rolled your eyes at your friends clear intoxication. “No, somebody has to look out for the lightweights who can’t hold their drinks,” you teased, making Fionn pout dramatically, his entire body dropping as he threw his head back.

“YN, I’m not a lightweight, I’ve told you, I just-” he couldn’t think of an excuse for his drunken state and you just nodded, making your skepticism blatantly clear. “Okay, sure, Finn,” he groaned and put his cup down beside the one he’d gotten for you that you’d put on a nearby coffee table.

“Please just dance with me, YN, you’re the most beautiful one here, and-” he hiccuped- “the best dancer, not even Harry can dance as good as you,” you laughed when he brought up his friend, clearly struggling to piece together coherent sentences.

“Fine, a few songs, and then were going to go upstairs to bed, alright?” You waited for him to reluctantly nod in response. The party had at this point moved to Harry’s house so you knew there would be at least one unoccupied guest room the two of you could crash in so you didn’t have to try and drive or call a Lyft or taxi.

Fionn envelopes your hand in his larger one and pulled you onto the dance floor, wrapping a hand around your waist to lead you to the center.

You wondered if Harry had already gone to bed, most likely. You knew that he would rather get up early than stay up late into the night drunk.

Fionn started off jumping up and down to the beat and you joined him, glad you’d taken off your heels hours before and put them in Harry’s room where they would go untouched.

After a few songs, you and Fionn grew more and more tired, and you reserved yourselves to swaying together to the beat, the floor still shaking along with the pulse of the music.

“YN,” Fionn spoke your name close to your ear so you could understand him over the noise. You nodded in response and continued.

“I wanna kiss you, love, not just here,” he put his finger on your bottom lip and applied slight pressure. “I wanna kiss ya all over, and let my hands feel everywhere on that gorgeous body ‘f yours,” your eyes widened, Fionn had never expressed any feelings besides those of friendship towards you up until now and you were having a hard time deciphering if it was repressed feelings or too many shots of vodka talking. “I wanna touch you so well that you scream my name and your legs shake,” he spoke again.

“Fionn, quit being dumb,” you laughed weakly, looking at your admittedly hot best friend.

“’M not bein’ dumb, YN, I like you, I want to touch you and make you feel good,” he said with a serious tone, pulling you close to his chest.

“I know you don’t like me the same way I just- I just, really, really like you, every time you wear my clothes when you sleep over I wanna take them right off and-” he pulled you close to his chest, his hands dangerously close to the curve of your ass. His voice was sadder now, but clearly he hadn’t been completely shut down by your words. You had no motivation left to try and silence him so you allowed him to keep talking, figuring that both of you would only faintly recall tonight’s conversation. “I just- wanna touch ya, make ya feel better than any of those other punk ass boyfriends you’ve kept around for some reason, when you could just have me pleasin’ ya instead,”

His breath was hot and reeked of alcohol on your neck, he planted a gentle kiss to the spot. “I thought I’d grow out of it, that I’d stop wantin’ to taste you when I became famous, or when I started meeting other girls but I haven’t,” he said and he sounded significantly more sober than before.

“Finn,” you started, but he didn’t let you continue, shaking his head.

“No, YN, I could make ya feel so damn good if you just gave me the chance, I’d start here,” he tapped at your neck where he’d planted the kiss.

“And here,” his finger gently landed on your lips. It continued until his finger pointed over where your heart was and then over your ribs and your shoulders and your stomach.

Just as his hand was about to touch lower you grabbed his hand and held it firmly in your own, you’d gotten caught up in the moment and your thoughts that made you question is maybe you wanted Fionn in that way too.

“Finn, let’s get you to bed, okay? You’re piss-drunk, you don’t know what you’re saying now and you won’t remember it in the morning,” you said firmly, as a statement to him but also as a reminder to yourself not to be won over so quickly by his enticing words and touches.

“No, YN, you’ve been drivin’ me mad for years, ’ve wanted to have you for so long,” he said, allowing you to lead him off the dance floor and help him to the stairs that led to the upper level of the house.

You found a guest room and tucked Fionn into the large bed, walking down the hall to see what Harry was up to. Fionn had protested you leaving but you’d made a point that you would only be gone for a little bit, with a kiss to his head that made him lay back in the bed contentedly. He had always been a messy drunk, but this was a while new level, even for him.

You tapped on his door, seeing that the light was on in the room inside. When you heard Harry call out “come in,” you entered gingerly and saw him in bed with his laptop open.

“Working?” You questioned, Harry smiled and nodded. You shook your head. “You’re going to work yourself too hard,” you reprimanded. “Did you at least enjoy the party for a little while?” You motioned to the area outside the door. Harry shrugged slightly. “For a bit, yeah, where’s Finn at?”

You laughed slightly at the thought of your mutual friend that was intoxicating intoxicated in the next room.

“He’s black-out drunk in the bed in the guest room, I made him lay down when he started talking about how badly he wanted to touch me,” you laughed, trying to make the thought seem more ridiculous. You still weren’t sure how you felt about your friend after he confessed his feelings for you, you weren’t even sure that you trusted Fionn’s feelings, not tonight anyway. Harry’s eyes widened. “He told you?”

Your eyes squinted slightly and your eyebrows lowered, sitting down on the side of Harry’s bed.

“He’s had this crush ‘n you for ages now, everyone’s been telling him to tell you but he keeps holdin’ back, he’s scared he’s gonna embarrass himself, lad should’ve just told you rather than doin’ it now when he can’t think straight,” Harry spoke softly and your head spun, this time due to the information that had just been unloaded onto you and not from alcohol. “Fionn likes me?” You questioned, shocked. Harry nodded.

“Yeah, has for a while now, too, always tells everyone how beautiful you are, and how funny you are like we can’t already tell,” he laughs a bit, trying to make the atmosphere lighter.

At that moment, Fionn peeped his head in through Harry’s bed room door and quietly called your name.

“YN, are you comin’ to bed? I miss ya,” he admitted softly and you stood up, smiling at Harry softly before taking Fionn’s hand and walking with him back to the guest room.

You’d tucked him into bed beneath the sheets and blankets when he grasped your wrist, halting your movement away from the bed.

“Stay, YN, I could- I could pleasure ya,” he sat up again and reached for your ass, his hands wrapping around you and pulling you close, starting to assuage your body. You had to force yourself away and reprimand your best friend. “Fionn, we ca figure this all out in the morning, okay? But I’m not taking advantage of you when you’re drunk and might not even remember this in the morning,” you explained firmly and Fionn laid back down, sighing heavily. You laid down in bed next to him like you always did, he rolled over so his face was close to your own.

“Can I please just kiss you then, at least,” he pleaded. “Friends kiss each other all the time, it’ll be fine,” he spoke with a tone that carried a whining quality.

You couldn’t resist the urge to at least try what Fionn seemed so confident would work, and so you gave up fighting the want to kiss your friend and nodded, both of you leaning in, your lips meeting softly.

After an elongated kiss that was messy and giggly, the two of you broke apart and Fionn yawned. You mirrored his action and the two of you said your goodnights and began to fall asleep.

“YN?” Fionn called out quietly, causing you to peek out of one eye.

“Go to sleep, Finn,” you said, rolling over in the bed.

Finn took the opportunity to grab your waist and pull you closer. “I think I have a crush on you,” he admitted quietly, as if his behavior hadn’t given that away. You nodded. “I know, Finn, go to sleep.”

“Do you like me back?”

You didn’t know how to explain that you were unsure to your drunk friend. So you simply told him to go to sleep again, allowing him to envelop you in his gentle arms and fall asleep the way he’d wanted to for so long now.

You couldn’t help but think to yourself as you were drifting off- after the way your friend had made you feel tonight, maybe you wanted this too.

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