#have this as the cover for my workout playlist

[byuljoonie]

moonlight // knj

I’m sorry baby I’m just really hot…

pairing: namjoon x reader

genre: one shot, slight angst, fluff, growing tension, boyfriend material, extreme smut, desperation, succubus intentions…

word count: 5k+ (sorry)

warnings: mentions of mature topics, spit, namjoon driving lmao, thigh humping bcs desperate, throat goat, dom!sub, dom rm!sub reader, alcohol consumption, probably a good amount of swearing, post-gym namjoon, grocery store activities, slight car play, teasing, oral, summer night, riding, overstimulation, a little masochism

summary: namjoon promised to go to the grocery store with you after the gym (extended ending on ao3)

note: just had what cody ko and noel would call a “power thought.” I literally just had a spark of inspiration bcs it’s really hot in the south right now and Namjoon’s vogue cover is to die for. enjoy and feel free to check out any of my playlists while reading. Sorry for any little mistakes. gonna make a tag list after I post 10 works! -ash (wrote this draft a few months ago so it might be slightly more extreme than expected.)

My reflection stared back at me, tracing the movement of the cloth against my skin. The long slit of the black fabric starts by the left knee and leaves an opening at the bottom of the dress. My manicured feet sat firmly against the hardwood bedroom floor, grounding me away from my persistent thoughts. I grabbed my sunglasses from the stand mounted on the cream walls and turned swiftly on my heels. Abandoning the mirror with a grimace on my face.

I loved this dress very much, the long sleeves light and airy protecting me from the harsh summer rays. The way it hugs my figure is like someone familiar. The same someone that bought this dress for me. He crossed my mind once more sending another surge of anger through me.

Namjoon promised to come along to the grocery store with me today but he’s been at the gym for almost 2 hours now. He said he’d only be gone an hour but an hour quickly turned to two, now I’m dressed and past ready to go. I hated going to crowded stores, at this rate we’ll never beat the after-work rush.

I sat on the bed putting on my anklet he gifted me for our 3 year anniversary. Yet another gift that I’m wearing today, being spoiled ruining my plans of holding a grudge tonight on our date. I slipped on some black socks and made my way towards the door. Listening as the front door swings open with a beep of the automatic keypad.

I excitedly descend the stairs, my black dress sweeping the floor behind me beautifully like a wedding gown flowing in the summer breeze. The second step I’ve already failed at trying to be mad at him.

“Baby! Where you at?” He says deep voice roaring through our apartment. I stopped at the bottom of the stairs almost running into his chest. He smiled at me taking in all of my body, returning to my eyes after his brief but thorough inspection.

“Right here NAMjoon,” I stated putting extra emphasis on his surname. I watched as his chest rose and fell with every breath, his skin glistened with sweat. Tan skin accentuating his muscular frame, my mouth parted slightly at the sight. He looked heavenly I almost lost my composure.

“I’m sorry I took so long Y/N my trainer wouldn’t let me leave until the workout was complete,” he said walking towards me. Smirking at the way my eyes followed his every movement.

“You look so gorgeous Princess, this dress is perfect for you,” he said pulling me into a tight embrace. Grabbing a handful of my ass as he reached over to rest his chin on my shoulder. I yelp in surprise at the sudden groping, melting into his body and giving up on being angry. I wanted to take him right now but first, we need food or we’ll be eating out for another week before we have time to shop again.

“Whatever Joon go shower we have to leave as soon as possible and you’re stinky,” I said pulling away from him and then standing on my tippy toes to kiss him quickly. He kissed me back beginning to deepen it before I push him away again. I give him a knowing look and bid him goodbye as I walk to the kitchen to make him a snack to eat in the car. The store was about a 25 minute drive from us but it was worth it for the produce.

I grab a few ingredients from the fridge to make him a nice sandwich with an everything bagel. I prepared everything quickly and put it in a small ziplock bag next to my purse. I heard Namjoon exiting our bedroom 15 minutes later, humming a sweet tune in his beautiful vibrato.

“Come on babe I already have the car warming up,” he said grabbing my hand and lightly pulling me next to him. He’s wearing a light brown shirt with a pair of distressed blue jeans. Looking as handsome as always I drink in his appearance for eternity. We walked to the elevator quietly, Namjoon tapping away on his phone until the elevator doors opened to be let us out.

As we walk towards our car I begin to sweat a little, the setting Sun still scorching my skin like its’ noonday twin. I started to speed up a little pulling Namjoon along so I could feel the relief of the A/C sooner than later. He swung the door open for me making sure my dress wasn’t in the way before shutting the door.

Namjoon jumps in quickly closing the door before the heat could penetrate the closed air. It still wasn’t cool enough in here, with the sun beaming directly on our vehicle the A/C felt like lukewarm hell. I let down the window hastily fanning myself as we pulled out of the parking lot.

After I few minutes of fanning and desperation, I looked over and behold a sight that would make any woman yearn in an instant. A head of sweat moved swiftly down the expanse of Namjoons golden jaw. Resting at the base before dropping down onto his slightly exposed shoulder. His lips rose colored from his unconscious biting. I wanted to reach over and swallow him whole, I crave him so bad I can’t help but squeeze my legs together at the thought.

I was so caught up in my sinful thoughts I didn’t notice him glance over at me. A twinkle in his eye set off the indication of a torturous idea. Namjoon placed his large hand on my thigh, causing me to tense up instantly. Before I could utter a word he reached over my leg and grabbed his sandwich from my lap.

His smile turning into a stifled laugh as he continued to stare straight ahead. I must have let out the small noise I was holding in because he seemed to know exactly what would tick me off right now. I turned my attention towards the windshield trying to focus on the passing cars and people watching. Then an idea popped into my head.

I pull out my phone and open the group chat I have with our 6 best friends. I stop and think of what to type before another brilliant idea is brought to me. I pose provocatively making sure my cleavage was “present,” in my photo. I took a couple of pictures, some with sunglasses and some staring at Namjoon. He patiently drove, oblivious to my sly intentions. He hummed along to one of his favorite songs looking over at me to shoot me a wink.

I giggled and looked away almost feeling bad for what I’m going to do. Yet not bad enough because I went ahead and sent the photos with a message. “Should I post these on my close friends? I don’t know if I look good enough today…” I said ending with a sad face. It didn’t take long for our phones to simultaneously vibrate. Secretly glancing over at Namjoon, I unlock my phone knowing he can’t check his until we’re in the lot.

Hobi ddaeng: You look great !! Of course, you should post it, Namjoon talk some sense into her.

Me: He’s driving right now. I didn’t ask for his opinion yet I want to hear you guys first :)

Park Chanel: ooooh…I see…

Park Chanel: If you don’t post the pictures I will! Wow wow you look beautiful. Nice..dress and necklace.

I looked down at my neck realizing I didn’t wear a necklace today. Oh Jimin you’re evil Namjoon is going to kill me and you. I laughed a little at his crude behavior and read the next incoming message.

Yoongi: You’re gonna get hit Jimin *laughing emojis*

Me: mmm just because you guys said so I will post it hehe

Before I could read the next response I felt the car shake as we pulled into the grocery store parking lot. I quickly went on my sns and posted two of the pictures on my close friends. Picking the two the boys liked the most. I was starting to get nervous, I know how possessive he is with me and I’m the same but I want revenge for making me frustrated.

Namjoon pulls into an open parking spot almost near the front of the bustling building. I take off my seatbelt with a click grabbing my purse from my lap and swinging the door open. I wanted to beat Namjoon inside before he could read the texts and catch me. As I hurriedly closed the door I saw him reading the messages, jaw tensing with rage.

I hear him call my name from the car and a slam of a car door followed behind the sound of his sexy voice. His long legs easily closing the space between us as he grabbed my hand, squeezing it while looking at me. I put my shades on ignoring his questions. Stroking the back of his hand as I never break eye contact with the automatic sliding doors.

“Can you get us a cart pet?” I froze at the nickname. He knows what he’s doing, and I don’t plan on breaking that fast. I let go of his hand briefly going to grab the first cart I saw. Cleaning the handle before strutting back over to my boyfriend as he eyed me intensely.

I let him grab the cart from me but not before pulling him down to whisper in his ear. “Anything for you Daddy..” I say in a hushed tone. Making sure to leave a kiss on his sensitive earlobe as I pull away.

I walk forward trying not to laugh at the silly nickname I used to get him riled up. He trailed behind me, failing to hide his blatant staring at my ass. We make our way down the aisles trying to speed up the process as people begin piling into the store.

“Joonie baby I can’t reach this,” I said struggling to reach the box of goldfish on the top shelf. He moved over to me in a flash, pressing his front flush against my back. I heard his breathing stop as I purposely pushed my ass against him.

“This one, this one, this one, or this one…” He trailed off purposely picking the wrong boxes to tease me. He finally grabbed the correct item and tossed it in the cart. Walking away as if he didn’t leave me speechless and flustered on the cracker aisle.

I follow him to the snack aisle after grabbing a few bottles of wine and champagne for our date tonight. The empty aisle presents another opportunity for me to assert my dominance. I walk over to the chips looking at them inquisitively as if I’m mocking a character.

“Honey do you want this kind or this kind?” I said while bending over. Making sure to sway slowly as I wait for an answer. “Babe? Which-“ I was cut short as a hand firmly grabbed my ass causing me to yelp in surprise and sit up straight.

“I want this one right here,” he growled in my ear. I turned around and looked at him, watching his eyes darken with hunger. “Let’s get outta here yeah?” He questioned looking into my eyes. I nodded furiously ready to exit this hell and get home to what’s waiting.

We race to the self-checkout line, scanning and bagging groceries like a 5000-dollar prize is awaiting the winner. Namjoon grabbed my hand after he paid and pulled me along with him as he pushed the basket with his other hand. He was so warm, skin clear and kissable. I wanted to pull him aside and cover him in kisses, not caring about the people around us.

Namjoon unlocks the car as we stop beside it. I move to walk around the cart but he stops me in my tracks. “Let me help you get the groceries in the car love,” I say looking confused at his sudden maneuver.

Unexpectedly, he opened the car door and motioned for me to get inside. I insisted again that I help but he gave me a look that I know better than to disobey. I got inside praying I didn’t anger him too much. I set myself up for this one, didn’t I? It’ll be worth it in the end right? Maybe I went a little too far with the texts but I can’t help but shiver with anticipation. I pull out my phone to text Jimin about my bad decisions.

Me: I think I fucked up lol

Park Chanel: you’re welcome ;)

Namjoon slams the trunk shut causing me to jump in surprise. I close my phone sitting it in the cup holder beside me. He gets in the car, jaw still tense as he turns the key in the ignition. I thought about breaking the silence but the tension was so thick a knife would recoil at the slight pressure of penetration. Namjoon puts on his seatbelt then proceeds to look at me.

“ I don’t want to hear another peep from you Y/N..” he starts lowly not breaking eye contact for a second. “You’ve done enough for tonight, if you do anything stupid I swear I will pull the car over and take you on the side of the road. I promise you wouldn’t want that.” He deadpans and looks away from me, pulling out of the parking spot. I utter a soft okay and prepare to behave the rest of the way home.

I slide my palm over to his free hand resting on his thigh. I stare firmly at him, giving my best puppy eyes in return. He doesn’t look away from the road but I watch as his lip twitches into a small smile. He grabs my hand, rubbing his large thumb over the back of my hand. In love can’t begin to describe how I truly feel about this man.

I laugh as he tries to sing along to Smoke Sprite, raspy voice blending well with Soyoon. I rap along to his part of the song, stealing the spotlight and making him bop his head in excitement. The song finishes and we’re about 10 minutes from our place. I check my phone and see a text from our group chat, making the recent grocery store escapades flash through my mind. I want him to touch me again, I like it when he’s desperate and needy for me.

Another terrible idea floods my brain accompanied by a mound of outcomes. I suddenly let go of Namjoons hand causing him to spare me a confused expression. A smile graced my face as I turned my body forward, grabbing the slit of my dress and opening it over my legs. I let my left hand run down the front of my dress, stopping at my panties hesitating even.

I slide my hand under the fabric immediately coming in contact with the soft skin. I dip my fingers and get to work. I began letting out dramatized moans and grunts. I moan Namjoon's name and furiously let my hand lose control. I looked over and saw Namjoon gripping the steering wheel in frustration. Sweat adorned his angelic face, veins prominent in his hands. I let this go on until we reached the last stop light near our apartment building. I sat up and closed my legs acting like I didn’t just masturbate next to my boyfriend in a moving car.

We pull into the lot entering our designated spot. Namjoon quietly turned off the engine and released a sigh that he seemed to have been holding in. He looks absolutely pissed and it’s so sexy. His erratic breathing only made me wetter by the second.

“You’re going to follow my instructions carefully. I don’t want to hear a word from you or tonight will be your worst fucking nightmare got it?” He questioned angrily letting his eyes trail over my body once more. I nodded too scared to move an inch more.

“Go upstairs, get undressed, wait in the middle of the bed. If you’re not in that spot when I come up there in 15 minutes, you better pray you can stop time.” He seethes hotly. “Yes sir,” I say scared and ready for more. He gets out of the car walks around and opens my door. He grabs my purse from my lap holding eye contact, his brown almond eyes dark and predatory.

“Go.” He states motioning for me to exit the vehicle. I get out swiftly, grabbing my purse from his hand and sprinting towards the entrance of the building. The elevator took an eternity to bring me to our floor. I ran to the door and shakily put in the passcode, messing up a few times before it finally let me in.

My shoes are off in a flash, I leave my purse by the door as well abandoning my shades on the counter as I run past to the stairs. I burst into our room, slipping my dress off. Almost fell as I grabbed my silk lavender robe hanging on the wall. I threw it on and climbed onto the bed. My anklet glowed in the natural light seeping through the parted curtains. The front door swung open slamming against the wall.

I heard shuffling, cabinets opening and closing for 10 more minutes before his heavy footsteps echoed through our hallway. He walked into the room eyeing me before raising an eyebrow. I started to sweat nervously hoping I did what I was told.

“Who told you to put on your robe Y/N?” He questioned in amusement. He slowly walked over to me, grabbing each side of the robe and ripping it open. He discarded it onto the floor and stalked around the bed, he stood at the front motionless. “On your knees in front of me, now.” He said and I immediately left the bed. I swung my legs over the side and dropped to my knees.

Namjoon watched me through lidded eyes as I crawled over to him on my knees, stopping directly in front of his growing bulge. I was quick to unlatch the hook of his buckle, the metal of the belt clinging as it hit the hardwood floors.

“I’ll excuse the robe mishap since you’re so eager to taste me doll face,” he said reaching down to grab my chin. A loud moan echoed through the room as he grabbed my hair and yanked my head back. He looked down at me, motioning his head back as if telling me to open up. I did as I was told and watched as he spit in my mouth and closed it back. He pulled his pants down and kicked them to the side.

“Good girl, now eat.” He said intensely. He hummed in satisfaction, eyes never leaving the way I wrapped my fingers around his cock and finally engulfed his length into the warmth of my mouth. I took him in slowly inch by inch, his girth heavy against my tongue as I extended my jaw wider and wider. I choked a little as he hit the back of my throat.

“You look so fucking gorgeous with your lips wrapped around me, pet,” his fingers tightened into my hair, his gaze stoic and heavy on me. Pet. The pet name earned a moan from me as I began a steady rhythm of sucking. My fingers were coated in a thick layer of saliva, Namjoon’s cock easily sliding against my pressured grip as my cheeks hollowed, jaw growing sore from my strenuous movements.

He groaned loudly, fucking my throat faster until I could no longer take it. I let my jaw go slack so he could use me as his personal toy. He grabbed my face and fucked it harder until I was seeing stars. A beautiful repetition of my name strung from his tongue, stilling as he came into my mouth. I happily swallowed every drop, coughing around his cock one last time, sending a shiver through his body.

“Good job, get on the bed I want to taste you. I can see you dripping on the floor,” he smirks as he picks me up and helps me onto the bed. He walks around and gets in the middle of the bed, watching me as I sit patiently waiting for instructions.

“Come here baby, sit on my face,” he motioned for me to come to him. I slowly crawled towards him, bracing myself on his lap. He kissed me roughly, tasting himself on my tongue, running his hand down to play with my chest. Nipples sensitive to the touch, he pulls away from me, taking my right breast in his mouth. Sucking and nibbling on me, teasing me. He pulled off with a pop, scooting further down the bed and then lifting me so I could move towards his face.

I place my hands on the headboard hovering over his face in anticipation. He suddenly grabs my thighs and pulls me down onto him. I scream out in pleasure as he dives into my center. Feverishly lapping his tongue at my pussy like it’s the last time he’ll have me. His moans send intense vibrations through my body, making me scream his name. We’ll have a noise complaint tomorrow.

I felt my orgasm coming on, riding his tongue until my legs were sore. He let go of my left thigh to slap my ass hard, signaling me to cum on his tongue. I came with a loud groan of his name. Shaking and twitching as I came down from my high.

Namjoon grabbed my hips, gently guiding me down to his lap. His face was covered in my essence, from nose to chin, he glistened like an Angel. He smiled and rubbed circles on my tummy as he watched me shake.

“Don’t think we’re done darling, I’m not finished until I see my cum dripping down your pretty legs.” He gave me one last smile before his eyes darkened once more. He grabbed my hips and lifted me slightly, sticking his girth fully inside me. I sank slowly, letting him fill me to the brim. Tears streamed down my cheeks loving the painful stretch in my core.

“Ride me until I say stop.” He deadpanned motioning for me to move or else. I started to ride him painfully slow, not being able to take much more. This was my opportunity to finally seize control. I picked up the pace, rhythmic grunts and sounds of skin slapping filled the room. I put my hands on his chest and let my hips do the talking.

I ground down harder, spelling his name with every swift motion of my hips. I felt his cock twitch inside of me, indicating he was close already. Now that I have control I’m going to make him feel everything he did to me. I moved faster, causing the bed to shake and tremble with every shout of his name.

He grabbed my hips trying to make me slow down but I only grind down harder. Clenching and tightening around him to send me him over the edge. I watched as his orgasm roared through him, eyes rolling to the back of his head. I kept moving, milking everything from him. Getting closer to my orgasm, I let myself go with one last yell of his name.

Squeezing my eyes shut as I finally stilled. The sound of heavy breathing filled the room, the bed creaking as I rolled off of him. Shivering as the empty feeling overtakes me when he’s not inside of me. “I hope I didn’t get too carried away,” I started while looking over at my completely wrecked boyfriend.

“That was perfect.” He said smiling over at me. He slowly stood up, going to our bathroom to retrieve a towel. He returned momentarily, cleaning me off and then cleaning himself. Throwing the towel in the hamper against the wall. I was so exhausted I could barely move. I got under our giant duvet, getting comfortable fairly quickly.

Namjoon glanced at me, nestled under the warm blankets, my eyes getting heavy with exhaustion. He promised me a special date night and he was determined to make it happen, even if he just put me to sleep. With a gentle smile, his aftercare continued.

“Hey, babe,” he whispered softly, brushing a strand of loose hair from my face. “I know you’re tired but I don’t want our date night to go to waste.”

I yawned in response and mumbled sleepily, “Joonie I’m so comfy right here.” Earning a chuckle from him, my reluctance seeped through the atmosphere. “I know, but trust me, you won’t regret it. I’ve got something in the living room set up for us.”

That caused me to sit up, curiosity overcoming my fatigue. “Oh? What is it?” I said carefully. “It’s a surprise, but I promise it’ll be worth it.” He said leaning in to plant a kiss on my forehead.

With his gentle encouragement, I reluctantly pushed the covers aside and allowed Namjoon to help me out of bed. He passed me the discarded robe and my slippers, and together we made our way to the living room.

Where soft candlelight flickered with a movie on the screen waiting to be played. As I settled onto the couch I couldn’t help but smile at the effort Namjoon had put into creating this romantic haven. A charcuterie board with our favorite snacks and 2 bottles of the wine we purchased earlier were on the coffee table.

Namjoon plopped down beside me, taking my hand in his. “See princess? Our date night in the living room isn’t so bad, is it?” He said grinning like he won the lottery. My fatigue began to dissipate as I basked in the warmth of Namjoon's love and effort. “Not bad at all,” I said, feeling grateful for his consistency and thoughtfulness.

“Let’s start the movie I’m so excited!” I exclaimed pumping my fist in the air embarrassingly hard. Namjoon laughed and mimicked me, making me laugh even harder than before. The first half of the movie went by as we stuffed our faces with food and downed wine like it was our last supper. I was starting to feel tipsy and before I knew it my thoughts started wandering again.

“Mmm, these snacks are-“ Namjoon started as he reached for the charcuterie board. I interrupted his thought by grabbing his hand. Namjoon looked at me puzzled, “huh?” He says in surprise. I move closer and settle onto his lap. “I want to be closer to you,” I said, hands resting on his toned chest.

Namjoon blinked at me, a tipsy smile forming on his lips, “Well I can’t argue with that pet.” I look into his eyes exploring the galaxies I can reach within them. “You know, I love nights like these, just you and me, a movie, some wine…” I rambled to him.

“Yeah, me too. It’s moments like this when I realize how lucky I am to have you in my life baby.” He said while lost in my eyes. Searching for something, something that he knows I have. I leaned in slowly, our lips almost touching, “I love you Namjoon.” I kissed him before he could respond. Feeling his emotions spill into our kiss. He pulled us apart gently, rubbing his hand on my cheek. “I love you too Y/N.”

He grabbed my face and captured my lips again. A thief that could do no wrong in my eyes, I deepened the kiss craving more of him. Needing to feel something more. I slowly began moving my hips on his thigh, grinding down onto the exposed skin, earning a guttural groan from his throat.

His hands moved down the side of my body, exploring every curve, touching every mark he left on me this evening. He landed on my hips, guiding me to my last orgasm with his strong hands. The air was hot once more, soft moans and sweet nothings penetrated the quiet.

The movie is long forgotten, the candlelight coating the walls in a beautiful golden glow. I felt my orgasm building quickly, still sensitive from the earlier assault on my clit. Namjoon began bouncing his leg, adding more pressure on my center, and sending me over the edge.

I kiss him one last time before I fall fast asleep on him.

The end.

[silentglassbreak]

What if the reader and Noah have been training together with Ash, doing kickboxing and all that. They haven't hung out together, but one day, Noah invites the reader over. They find out that they have more in common than they realize.

You can make this cute, romantic, fluff, smutty...you do you :)

Ahhh mi mayor amor, this ask holds a special place in my heart. I trained martial arts for a long time. This sounds like a lot of fun. Now, I will forewarn you, I’ve never done a reader perspective fic before. I’m nervous. The Y/N thing scares me, but I’m going to take a crack at it. Honest feedback is appreciated! After writing notes: I'm so FUCKING evil. :)

Ratings: Explicit

Warnings: Hehehehehe.......

Vices

“Damn it!” My hand tapped the leg cinched around my throat, my mouth guard nearly choking me as I struggled.

The grip loosened and I rolled backward over my head, fist punching the mat beneath me. The Dutch braids my hair was in was faltering, and I stared at the man in front of me.

“What the fuck am I doing wrong?!”

“Calm down, Y/N. You’re going to get this.” Ash, despite being covered in a thin layer of sweat, was smiling warm at me, trying to calm my frustration.

“We’ve been at this for twenty fucking minutes, dude! I keep getting locked the fuck up!” My hands gestured in front of me, my backside rested on my heels.

“You’ve only been doing Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu for three months. You’re still learning. Don’t be so hard on yourself.” He moved to stand. “You want to take a break?”

I stood as well, leaning down into my stance. “No. Let’s go again.”

Ash quirked a brow, defeated, and shook his head, bending down as well. Before I could reach for him, a voice echoed from behind me, disrupting my focus.

“You’re too tense. You need to shake off some of that rage you got there, doll.”

I snapped my head over, inadvertently whipping myself in the mouth with the end of my braid.

Noah stood, tall and sweaty, leaning against one of the heavy punching bags lining the back wall of the room. A towel was draped over his left shoulder, his water bottle in his hand. I narrowed my eyes at him.

“If I wanted your opinion, dick, I would’ve asked for it.”

He threw his hands up defensively. “Just trying to help.”

Scoffing, I turned back around to ready myself. “Sure. I believe that.”

If there was anyone in this gym that I considered a nemesis, it was Noah ‘Dickwad’ Sebastian. I couldn’t fucking stand him. He was arrogant, unbearably fucking tall, and insanely fucking irritating.

We met for the first time when I joined the gym three months ago. He had been training here only six months longer than I, and from the beginning, he was constantly poking a fucking stick at me. It didn’t make sense, and I didn’t fucking care.

I learned through whispers in the gym that he was in a band, so when I googled him and learned what he did for a living, I wasn’t impressed in the slightest.

So what if he could sing? Didn’t make him any less intolerable. He wouldn’t sing too well if I stuck my foot down his throat, anyway.

Had I added a few of his songs to my workout playlist? Maybe. That's beside the point.

Ash wrapped me up in the arm bar yet again, my wrist screaming at me to tap out before it snapped in two. My fingers tapped his leg, and he released me.

“Alright Fireball, that’s enough for one day.” He stood, walking over to his corner where he kept his bag and water.

I noticed Noah had left, so I relaxed, straightening my shirt and making my way over to my own bag next to Ash.

“What am I doing wrong, dude? Seriously?”

He shrugged. “Honestly? You’re just off right now. Did something happen today?”

Rolling my eyes, I sprayed water into my mouth. “My bitch of a mother called me this morning.”

He raised an eyebrow. “That angered you?” His question was sincere. I didn’t share a lot about my personal life with my gym mates.

“It did.” Was all I gave before I slung my bag over my shoulder and slipped my slides on.

He nodded in approval. “Trying to train angry never works. It makes you unfocused. That’s why we do breathing exercises beforehand.” He placed a firm hand on my shoulder. “Try to let it go. We’ll work on it more tomorrow.”

His words calmed my fried nerves ever so slightly, and I grinned at him.

“Thanks Ash. I’ll see you then.”

-

Life really fucking blows sometimes. The last week had been a shit show and a half, and I was exhausted. I hadn’t been back to the gym because work had kept me busy, then I got rear-ended, totaling my ‘98 Corolla, and had been dodging calls from my Mom every hour like clockwork.

Needless to say, when I stepped foot into the gym, the smell of perspiration and mat cleaner was like a breath of fresh air.

My eyes searched, noticing an unfamiliar class going. I spotted Ash, whose eyes flashed over to me before he halted his spar, and jogged over.

“Hey, you okay? Haven’t seen you in over a week.”

I nodded. “Rough few days, but I’m good now.”

He smiled, but a look of concern crossed his face.

“Gosh, Y/N, I’m sorry, but we’re not running regular classes this week. There’s a tournament on the weekend, we’ve got to train our competitors.”

My mood fell, my shoulders going with it. I needed the relief. I needed to train.

Ash saw my eyes, and a sympathetic look crossed his face. “I’m sorry. I should’ve called.”

I shook my head, waving a hand. “No, no. That’s okay. I totally understand.”

He chewed the inside of his lip, peering around the room. A sly smile perked up on his lips.

“Come here.” He motioned for me to follow, which I did, kicking my sandals off before entering the mat, giving a quick bow.

When we rounded the corner into the back of the gym, my feet halted just before the line of bags. Only one person was there, gloves and shin guards on, practicing his combinations.

Oh hell no.

“Y/N, why don’t you spar with Noah?”

My jaw dropped as he stopped mid-hook, pulling an earbud out. “What’s up?”

His chestnut brown hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat, and his eyes were widened slightly. I suddenly felt very exposed, only in a sports bra and fitness leggings.

“Would you be willing to spar with Y/N?”

Noah’s eyes made a show of looking me up and down, a devious grin creeping over his face.

“Oh, of course.”

I snorted, looking at Ash. “Are you insane?”

He shrugged. “You’re my only two not competing. It gives you a way to train.”

Holding up a hand toward Noah, my voice raised several octaves. “How am I supposed to spar with him?! He’s a fucking tree!” I motioned to my own height. “I’m only five fucking three!”

Ash’s eyes narrowed at me, clearly not amused with my tantrum.

“Listen, this is the only solution I have for you this week. If you don’t want to, totally fine.” He interlocked his fingers. “But I think it would be good for you.” He glanced between us. “Both of you.”

And just like that, he left.

Noah stared at me now, waiting for my decision. I just shook my head and snarled. “Fuck this.”

Turning to leave, I heard his voice call after me. “Yeah, figured you’d be too scared.”

I froze mid-step, craning my neck to look back at him.

“Excuse me?”

“I get it. I’m intimidating.” He was unhooking his shin guards, tossing them to the side.

“Are you, now?” I turned back around, arms crossing over my chest.

His gloves went next, falling next to his bag. “Obviously.”

“You’re way out of my weight class, Noah.”

He smirked. “Calling me fat?”

I rolled my eyes. What a fucking douche.

“You have an unfair advantage with your long noodle limbs.”

He sucked his teeth, taking a short drink of water. “Having fun insulting me today, huh?”

“Doesn’t change the circumstance.”

“You joined martial arts for self defense, right?”

I jutted my hip out. “So?”

He set down his bottle, running long tattooed fingers through his damp hair.

“So, you think every attacker is going to be the same size and weight as you?”

This gave me pause. He had a point.

I let my bag fall casually off my shoulder, holding my arms up in defeat.

“Fine.” I stepped forward to the middle of the mat. “You want to spar? Let’s do it.”

His eyes sparkled, which made my breath catch for a second, as he walked over to me.

His long form bowed forward as I did, before we bent down in our stance.

It was as I expected; infuriating.

His arms could nearly wrap me around twice. His legs were surprisingly strong, his thighs much more muscular than I had originally anticipated. I kept having to tap, which was making me angrier with each match.

“This is bullshit!”

He hopped on the mat, keeping his blood flowing. “You’re overthinking it. Going rigid.”

I rolled my eyes at him. “Fuck that. I’m just too fucking small for this.”

He shook his head, eyes locked on my face. “You’re not. You need to let go. Quit thinking about it so hard.”

We restarted, and I let his words soak in. Feeling my heart beating, my lungs breathing, I let my body instinctively take over. Noah’s thighs wrapped around my waist, but I managed to wrap and arm between them, breaking his grip. Before I could celebrate my victory, he wrapped an arm around my neck, holding me in a reverse choke.

I had to stop and think. Lifting my arm, I found his neck, and locked in tight, causing him to double over, and his arm to slip.

I flipped away from him and stood back up, hands out and waiting. He grabbed me, but I was faster, sprawling low and taking out his right leg before wrapping his ankle in a crushing grip.

I felt his fingers tap my leg three times, and released him, squealing in excitement.

Jumping to my feet, I clapped my hands together, smiling wildly.

“I fucking did it!”

He laid flat on the mat, breathing heavily, and gave me a weak thumbs up. I stood over him, bent at the waist, and smiled as sugary as possible.

“You okay Daddy Long Legs?”

He lowered his eyebrows and licked his lips. “I like when you call me Daddy.”

Snickering, I stood up, reaching a hand out for him to use to stand up. Once on his feet, he padded over to his water bottle.

It had already been an hour, when I had the sense to check the time.

“Damn, I’ve got to get home. The cat needs to be fed.”

He raised an eyebrow at me. “Same time tomorrow?”

I smirked, shouldering my bag. “If you’re not too scared.”3

-

After three training sessions with Noah, I could feel my perspective of him begin to change ever so subtly. Sure, he was still a perverted douche, but he was also a really dedicated sparring partner. He was always on time, he was interested in my progress, and gave some pretty honest feedback about my technique.

Did I hate seeing him every day? No. Not exactly. I didn’t want to go as far as to say I enjoyed his company, but maybe I wore my nicer sports bras to the gym? Maybe my braids were pulled a little tighter because he was rough with them? Maybe I wore a light mist of body spray before I got there?

Maybe.

So, to my disappointment, come Wednesday, our fourth day training together, he wasn’t already there when I walked in. My face fell when I rounded the corner, expecting to catch him warming up on the bag. I had come to look forward to our banter back and forth prior to training. I also looked forward to watching him hit the bag, but I knew that was just because of his form. It was…exceptional.

Considering he could be stuck in traffic, or had a prior engagement, I decided to start warming up without him.

I made quick work of wrapping my hands and slipping my gloves on before starting my music and assaulting the bag in front of me. I let my mind wander while I pushed each combination out, using my emotions to channel the force.

Before I realized, I had listened to nearly half of my workout playlist, and there was still no sign of him. My head glanced around, and a deep feeling settled on my chest.

As much as I didn’t like the guy, it would’ve been nice for him to mention he wasn’t coming today. When I saw him yesterday, he didn’t say anything about skipping today. I couldn’t ask him myself. I didn’t know his number or any way to reach him.

Deciding it wasn’t worth the irritation, I stepped back from my bag, and began removing my gloves, tucking them back into my bag. As I did so, a flash flew by my peripheral vision, and I stood straight, noticing him.

Noah had walked - no, stomped on to the mat, flung his bag down, earbuds already in and blasting loudly in his ears, and hastily grabbed his gloves out, slipping them on.

I just stood, staring at him, leaning against my respective bag. He paid me no attention, not even glancing in my direction. Something had him pissed. His face had turned a harsh shade of crimson, only darkening as he went at the bag, his voice letting out sharp exclamations every so often.

Carefully, I took three steps closer, touching the bag next to him, eyes searching all over for a sign of what made him so angry. What had happened? Noah was one of the coolest cucumbers I had met in a long time, never bothered by seemingly anything.

Who had hurt him?

Deciding to chance it, knowing he couldn’t hear me, I let my fingers lightly touch the bag he punched during one of his ten second breaks.

For the first time, his eyes looked at me, and were almost black with the rage they held. It made me startle, my eyes widening.

“Noah?”

He rubbed at his ear with his glove, making one earbud fall out. “Not today, Y/N.”

His words didn’t leave room for pressure or questions.

Unfortunately for him, I’m not one to heed a warning.

Narrowing my eyes, I took a step forward as he raised his gloves again, standing between him and the bag still swaying.

His shoulders tensed, and he lowered his gloves, glaring at me.

“Move.”

I crossed my arms, and raised an eyebrow.

“Or what?”

“Or I will move you.”

Pursing my lips, I contemplated this. He could, if he wanted to.

“No.”

“Y/N, I’m not asking.” His voice was deadly.

“I’m not moving. Not until you talk to me.”

He furrowed his brow, incredulous. “About what?”

“What has you so upset?”

He bared his teeth, irritation rising. “Since when do we talk? You don’t even like me.”

Uncrossing my arms and opening myself a bit to show I wasn’t trying to be a complete pain in the ass, I shrugged. “I don’t dislike you.”

He scoffed, slipping his gloves off. “Since fucking when?”

“Since you turned out to be more tolerable than I originally thought.”

He shook his head, taking a long gulp from his bottle. “Thanks, doll. Appreciate that.”

Still raging, but slightly more approachable, I took a step toward where he stood at his gym bag.

“C’mon Noah. Maybe sparring will make you feel better?”

He waved at me, disregarding me. “I’m not in the mood.”

“Because…?” I leaned closer to where he was bent over the bag, unwrapping his hands.

“I don’t want to talk about it, alright?”

Standing up straight, I adjusted my sports bra, which I noticed his eyes caught.

“Then grapple with me.��� My solution was simple.

After a moment of careful consideration, he eventually stood back up, staring as I made my way to the middle of the mat.

We bowed, and he leaned down, hands up. “I’m not holding back today.”

I smirked. “Please don’t. I want it all, baby boy.”

This triggered him, his hips dropping to the mat in a hard sprawl, arms wrapping up my waist, dropping me like a hot rock on my back. The air rushed from my lungs before I could prevent the grip he held on my torso. His arms squeezed me in a hard choke, but I wasn’t tapping today.

I managed to get a hand under his left thigh, bending it back at a long angle, making his grip falter just enough to get turned around in his arms. My head slipped loose, but he was back on me. Impossibly strong hands gripped my left thigh, flipping me onto my back. My legs instinctively wrapped around his midsection while he tried to get a grasp on my forearm, to which I squirmed, putting pressure on his rib cage with my legs.

A heavy, deep growl escaped his throat, which made my thighs involuntarily twitch around him. I don’t think he noticed. He was angry, fighting something other than myself at this moment.

His arms came up under mine, and he lifted me off of the ground, and dropped me back into my ass hard, popping my legs open.

My limbs sprawled out on the mat, my breath coming heavily, I looked up at him, wide-eyed. He kneeled over me, hair hanging off of his face in sweat-soaked tendrils, threatening to touch my forehead.

We sat there while I watched the darkness in his eyes dissolve, his breathing getting more and more even. The scowl on his face softened for a moment, and I couldn’t help when my hands reached up to grip his sides, squeezing in a hard grasp.

Noah was hurting. I didn’t know why. Something or someone had hurt him. And here, in this moment, I had him.

We knew so little of each other. Only having spent time in this safe haven together, we had bonded over the last few days, and I knew I was the only person who could relax the fire raging behind his chest right now.

“Noah?” I whispered into the space between us, fighting the urge to touch his face.

“Thanks.”

I quirked a brow. “For what?”

“Being here.”

Smiling, I pressed my fingers harder into his sides. “I didn’t do anything.”

“You did. You don’t even know it, but you did.”

I did know, but hearing him say it gave me a small flutter in my chest.

“Anytime.”

I tapped my code into my phone, and opened the Uber app. Zipping my sweater against the cool spring air, I began the process of searching for a driver to take me home.

“Hey.” I turned to see him walking out behind me. “Headed home?”

I nodded. “Yeah, just got to wait for a driver.” I waved my phone for show.

“You have to call an Uber? Where’s your car?”

Shrugging, I looked back down at the app that stated it was still looking for a driver.

“Got totaled last week.”

He walked over to me. “Damn, I’m sorry to hear that.”

“No big deal.”

His eyes bounced between me, and the parking lot where his shiny black Navigator sat under the moonlight.

“Want a ride?”

I shook my head. “Oh, you don’t have to do that. I can get an Uber.”

He smiled, all sense of his earlier anger wiped clean. “I promise I’m cheaper.” His keys twirled around his long fingers.

I smirked, and closed my app. “Alright.”

The drive to my house wasn’t long, but before we even made it out of the parking lot, he looked over to me. “Hungry?”

I was leaned back, sending my mother a text. “Uh,” I locked my phone. “I mean, I never eat heavy after a workout.”

He nodded. “Same. But there’s a Yogurtland up the street?”

My lips pinched together. “What’s that?”

He turned out of the parking lot, but still managed to stare at me. “Frozen yogurt?”

I just threw my hands up. “Never had it.”

The look he gave me was as if I was insane. “You’ve never had frozen yogurt?”

“Isn’t it essentially just ice cream?”

He shook his head. “No. Not at all. It’s better.”

“Pfft. I doubt that.”

He turned into the parking lot of the yogurt place, and enthusiastically jumped out of the truck. In the few minutes it took for us to get there, I had been working my Dutch braids out, letting my dark hair loose, waves set in from the style. Letting myself out of the truck, I stopped short when I noticed him standing in front of the store, staring at me.

“What?”

He had the smallest, most amused smile tugging at his lips. “Your hair.”

I walked toward him. “What? Is it all fucked up?” I started tousling it, pulling at the tangles.

“No. It looks nice. I’ve never seen it down.”

I thought about it. I always kept my braids in at the gym. I wasn’t trying to have it ripped from my scalp.

“Oh.” A hot blush crept up my neck. “Thanks.”

I slipped in the door past him toward the counter. He proceeded to spend five whole minutes explaining flavors, toppings, mixes, and syrups to add.

After I finally elected for a simple vanilla with raspberries on top, and he went with chocolate with Oreo pieces, we found a small table and sat down.

He watched intently as I tried it, waiting for a reaction. I was pleasantly surprised.

“So?” I glanced up at him. “What do you think?”

Swallowing my spoonful, I nodded. “I’m impressed. Still like ice cream better.”

He rolled his eyes digging into his own cup.

“So,” I started, mixing my raspberries in. “you think you’re ready to talk about it?”

He stopped, his spoon halfway to his mouth, and eyed me curiously. “Why do you want to know?”

My yogurt was already starting to melt. “I’m just wondering. You were pretty upset tonight.”

He just nodded, looking into his cup, pushing the Oreos around. “I was.”

“You don’t actually have to tell me. I just know from experience that it usually helps.”

“Does it?” He still wasn’t looking at me.

“It can. Especially with someone who doesn’t know about it.”

I watched as his throat moved when he swallowed. “I’ve got a friend…” He stopped. “Had a friend. He passed away a couple years ago.”

I just sat, watching him, giving him space.

“We released a song with his band. It was a tribute sort of thing.” Dropping his cup, he leaned back. “Anyway, it came out about a week ago.”

He had stopped speaking, fingernail picking at the cuticle on his thumb.

“And it made you upset?”

“It hurt.” The sound of his voice was a soft echo, the words catching behind his tonsils.

The overwhelming temptation to stand up and wrap my arms around him gnawed at me as I watched his eyes well up, his face twisting to try and push them back down.

Instead, I settled on reaching a hand across the table, slipping my fingers around his wrist.

His eyes gazed up at me, and he gave me the most heartbreaking smile.

“I’ll be alright. It was just a gut punch, you know?”

Grazing a thumb over his tattoos, I stared at him deeply, attempting to convey my condolences.

“I’m so sorry for your loss, Noah.”

A sniffle cleared the air, and he lifted a hand to make quick work of wiping his eyes.

“Thanks, Y/N. I appreciate it.”

-

After yogurt, I made it a point to make sure Noah had my cell number in case he ever needed to talk. I almost regretted it, as he had been sending me memes nearly since we parted ways last night.

When I stepped into the gym, the energy was fervent. Fighters rolling around the mats in all directions, preparing for the approaching competition.

I made my way to the back, now quickly becoming a normal routine, and hid my excitement when I was met with chocolate brown eyes crinkled at the corners with a smile.

Noah was sitting on the mat, stretching his long limbs, so I quickly set my bag down and joined him. Each time I would change positions, a finger would come up to poke me in the side, making me almost fall.

“Knock it off!” I swatted at his hand, an involuntary giggle escaping.

“Just making sure you’re loosened up! I’m not taking it easy on you!”

I shook my head, standing back up straight. “Is that what yesterday was? Because I think my tailbone is bruised now.”

He cackled. “You want me to rub it for you?” He threw a wink at me, and I felt my insides spasm.

“Not necessary. Just remember, I’m a lady.”

He scoffed loud. “Yeah, and I’m an acrobat.”

My jaw dropped. “Oh, you’re in for it Sebastian.”

We had been grappling for longer than normal, each round both of us wanting more. We would laugh when we made the other tap out, mocking each other playfully, forcing the other to be even more savage during the next match. Our bodies were both broken out in a heavy sweat, slipping over each other and leaving a wet sheen on the mat.

"Motherfucker!" I squealed when he pulled me up in another arm bar while I kicked my legs up, trying to hook onto him anywhere I possibly could.

"C'mon doll, tap out."

I snarled at him, trying not to jostle my arm too much. My hips fought for leverage, but his legs over my stomach made it impossible to lift myself.

"You're not getting out of this, Y/N. Tap out."

"Fuck you!"

He chuckled. "If you insist."

Fucking perv.

After another two minutes of struggling, I finally huffed and tapped his shin. He released me instantly, popping up on his feet.

"Sorry, doll. We need to work on that one." He sprayed water in his mouth and I glared at him from where I sat on the mat.

"Quit calling me doll."

He smirked, walking over to hand me my own water. "Why? You know you like it."

I snorted. "No, I fucking don't."

"You do."

Rolling my eyes, I kicked at his legs. He just laughed at me.

Plopping down on the mat next to me, he bumped my shoulder. "You're improving a lot, you know."

I smiled. "Thanks. I feel like I am."

"The arm bar is the worst. I can barely get out of them myself."

Leaning back on my hands, I stretched. "Ugh, I should get home."

Rising up on my feet, I made my way over to my bag.

"Oh."

This made me turn around. Did he sound...sad?

"What?" I asked him while wiping my forehead with a towel.

"I was just having fun." He stood, walking to his bag and mirroring my actions.

This made me smile. "Same time tomorrow?"

He pulled his lips to the side, thinking about something he wasn't saying out loud. I ignored it, now wiping the sweat from the back of my neck.

"I mean, or we could," He hesitated, grinning and looking nervous. "hang out?"

I dropped my towel back in my bag. "Hang out?"

"Yeah, like last night."

"You want to get yogurt again?"

He shouldered his bag, and I did the same. We walked toward the edge of the mat, bowing out.

"We don't have to. Could get pizza?"

"Mm, I don't eat heavy after a workout."

He nodded. "Right." We made our way out of the gym. "We could...go to my place?"

My eyebrows shot up, surprised. "Your place?"

His eyes popped open wide, just now realizing what he had suggested, and how it sounded.

"I just mean to hang out! We could like, order food and play video games or something?" His words came out rushed, nearly stumbling over one another.

I smirked, pulling my hoodie over my head to protect from the chill. "I'm a sweaty mess."

"So am I." Noah took a step into my space, eyes looking down at me. "Doesn't bother me."

Ending up at Noah Sebastian's house was not on the agenda for today. Somehow, however, I stood in his living room, eyes darting around, hand firmly grasping my gym bag.

"You want something to drink?"

I snapped out of my trance and looked at him. "Uh, sure."

My feet followed him while he listed off the options. "I've got water, Gatorade, green tea, and Dr. Pepper."

Opting for water, he reached into the fridge and tossed it at me, grabbing one for himself and motioning for me to follow after him. He lead me up a tall, wrapping staircase down the hall to a bedroom at the end. The room was obsessively clean, making me feel wrong just stepping foot inside.

"This is it. It's not much." He ran a hand through his hair, spreading his arm out toward the room.

His words were comical, given the room was massive. A large, king sized bed the centerpiece. A rolling trunk sat on the floor at the edge, and his comforter and pillows were black. Tucked into the corner was a computer desk with a double monitor gaming setup perched on top. There was a loveseat futon sat on the side of the room with a small table sitting in front. Various anime figures adorned the surface of the table, and LED strip lights hung along the perimeter of the room.

"I didn't, uh," His face was turned up in a grin. "really think about what we would do once we got here."

Taking a careful step into the room, I smiled back at him. "Food?"

His eyes widened, and he pulled his phone from his pocket. "Right! What do you feel like?"

Attempting to ease the awkward tension, I walked over to the couch and sat down. "I'm pretty simple. Anything works."

He was scrolling, looking at his screen. "Sandwiches?"

I leaned back on the couch, nodding. "Sure."

After about an hour, we had fallen into a comfortable rhythm of him sitting in his computer chair, and me on the couch, while he chatted between bites of his sub.

"We've only been back from tour for like, two weeks?" He set his sandwich down, wiping his face with a napkin. "We haven't made plans for any more shows yet. We need to take some time to prepare the re-release of the album."

I was chewing my food, being wildly careful not to drop anything on the couch. "Have you decided when it will be released?"

He shook his head. "It's more up to the label, but it's not ready yet anyway."

"The last album was good."

His eyes became almost glittery, hearing what I said. "You've heard it?"

"I listened to it once or twice." I smirked, trying to hide my face with my sandwich.

"Just the last album?" He had me. He knew I was bluffing.

"Well, I pulled you up on iTunes when I realized you were a musician."

His tongue darted out of his mouth, licking his bottom lip. "Which is your favorite song?"

Without thinking, I spoke. "Dethrone."

The shit-eating grin that crawled over his face had me giggling nervously.

"I like working out to it."

He stood, crumpling the paper from his sandwich and tossed it in the garbage. He flopped down next to me on the couch, only inches between us. I set the half of my sandwich on the paper laid out on the table.

"Well, I'm glad you like our music." He was balancing his head on his palm, triumphant smile on his face.

"Are we just going to talk about you the whole night?"

"Oh, you want to talk about you? We can do that."

I leaned back. "Like?"

"Favorite movie."

"The Crow."

He quirked a brow, but didn't question further.

"Favorite TV show?"

"Buffy The Vampire Slayer."

He laughed at that. "Seriously?"

I narrowed my eyes. "Don't hate on Buffy."

He threw his hands up in defense. "Hey, it's a classic." He tapped a finger on his chin. "Favorite place?"

"Place, as in...location?"

"Or whatever it means to you."

I had to think about this one. "My room."

"Really?"

I just nodded. "It's mine. I have it set up exactly how I like it. My roommate is mostly who decorated the rest of the apartment. It's nice, but my room? My room is all me."

Tightening his lips, he gave a look of approval.

"Fair enough." He took a moment to think. "Favorite food?"

"Ah," I stretched my arms out. "Probably Japanese."

He smiled. "Yeah? Same."

He took a while to think over his next question, really working on it.

"Favorite anime?"

Uh-oh, he caught me.

"Oof." I averted his gaze. "I actually don't really watch anime."

I expected a more energetic response, but instead he just said, "No? Why not?"

I shrugged. "Could never get into it? I watched one all the way through, but I couldn't find another that interested me."

"Which one?"

"Tokyo Ghoul."

His eyes lit up. "That's my favorite." He reached over, grabbing a PlayStation controller off of the table and switching it on. When the device surged to life, the background showed an illustration of Ken Kaneki in his ghoul mask, red eye bleeding.

I smiled. "It's the only one that held my interest."

"You've never tried Attack on Titan?"

Shaking my head, I looked back at him. "Never heard of it."

"Want to give it a try? It's dark. You might like it."

"Sure."

He took a few moments to get the show prepared, and I took the opportunity to finish my sandwich, tossing the paper out.

"You want a blanket?" He turned the room light off, turning the LED's up to a warm white light, giving the environment a comfortable feel.

"I'm okay, for now."

He sat down, keeping at least half a foot of distance between us, and began playing the show.

I wanted to pay attention, I really did, but his hand was resting on the couch, fingers splayed out right next to my leg, and it was all I could think about. His eyes were trained on the TV, which made it harder not to stare at him. His features were so striking; eyes a deep brown, hair pushed back and hanging lazily, tattoos littering nearly every inch of his skin. I felt myself salivate while wondering where all he was tattooed, and if I would have the chance to see them.

In an attempt to distract myself, I began removing my braids, taking a second to shake my hair out before I ran a hand through it, trying to get comfortable. I tucked legs underneath myself, my shorts making me feel more exposed than I would've liked.

That's when I felt his eyes on me, covering every inch of me. His fingers were so subtly slipping closer to my thigh on the couch. I tried breathing, but keeping a steady pace was impossible when he was staring.

How far could we take this? How much did I want to allow?

I shifted casually, clearing my throat, and letting the skin of my leg brush his hand. I watched as his eyes shot down to the connection, not moving an inch. His fingers were cool against my warm skin. I leaned back on the couch, pressing my leg closer to him.

His hand slipped, then, up the side of my leg, coming to rest on the top of my thigh. I felt my lip twitch, so I leaned into his hand, pressing my skin into his palm.

When I finally dared to look over, he was staring directly at me, face unwavering, looking absolutely ravenous.

The tension struck me, ripping a cord inside my chest. I wasn't going to sit like this forever.

I leaned forward, taking hold of his shoulder, and pulled my face impossibly close to his. His eyes roamed over me, contemplating his next move. The hand he had on my leg was now wrapped around my back, holding me in place as I stared at him, waiting.

I counted six calculated breaths before he finally leaned in, pressing his lips to mine, and I took my time inhaling his scent. He smelled like the woods; earthy and pine mixed with salt.

The hand he had holding my back pulled, pressing me closer to him. I opened my mouth to allow his tongue to slide across my teeth, licking into my lips. A low moan escaped me, and it was like a switch had flipped.

His mouth was hungrily attacking mine, using the same energy he typically exhausted back in the gym. His arms flipped me back, landing me on the cushions, and pressed himself against me.

I hooked my left leg on his hip, using steady pressure to keep his waist pushed flush to my body, my hips grinding against him.

Humming into my mouth, he pulled his face back, studying me for a moment. I laid, mouth open and breathing heavily, staring up at him.

"You're so fucking sexy, you know that?"

Rolling my eyes, I leaned my hips up, pressing against the hard bulge in his shorts. "You seem to think so."

He hissed, applying the same pressure back against me. "I have for a while now."

"Yeah?" I let one hand snake down between us, pressing against his cock over the fabric. "Now that you have me here, what do you plan to do?"

A soft, whispering whimper left his lips. "I've got some ideas."

He crashed his lips back down, nipping and biting at my lips, and began making his way down my jaw. His teeth grazed my pulse point, licking a stripe up my windpipe.

"Well," I breathed out. "you going to act on those ideas? Or just lick me all day?"

His head snapped up, and the darkest, most mischievous grin graced his features, which made a chill run up my spine.

"So fucking glad you asked."

[wannabe-fic-writer]

Kate Bishop x Reader : Kiss Me

Summary: The time has arrived to bring the holiday spirit into your home. Covers the ‘Decorations’ square of Holiday Bingo.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1k

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Snow slowly falls from the sky, further covering the ground below, and adding to the vibe you were working to create.

Standing in front of the large windows, you reach into the bag at your side and pull out yet another red snowflake sticker. You take a small step back to look over the expanse of the window, making sure you space out the red and green stickers properly. With the visual confirmation that you have, you step closer again and stick the red snowflake on the glass.

After that, you turn to the box on the table and take out the tangled up string of holiday lights.

“I thought you said you untangled these things.” Your teasingly accusatory tone cuts through the air that, previously, was only filled with the sounds of rummaging and Sleigh Ride by the Nickelodeon Cast.

From downstairs, Kate’s head pops around the corner, eyes a little wide like she’s been caught. She knows that she has when she sees jumbled up cables in your hands.

“Okay, I started to,” she begins her explanation while stepping further into view,“ and I even got a few of them done but my arms got tired and the chords were so long.. so I quit.” Her sentence ends with a pout.

You can’t help but shake your head, a low chuckle falling from your lips as you drop the lights back into the box.

In all fairness, it’s always a hassle to untangle your Christmas lights. Granted, had they been stored properly in the first place, this wouldn’t have been a problem but that’s neither here nor there. 

With the window and landing decorated completely, well, almost completely, you head back down the stairs. Your girlfriend is still standing by the stairs with a pout on her lips.

“It’s okay baby,” you assure her with a gentle hand on her cheek,“ I probably wouldn’t have done them all either.” You run your thumb over her pouty lips and it elicits a smile from her, right before she kisses your thumb.

“You didn’t need them anyway, it looks great.” She says while slipping an arm around your waist, pulling you flush into her side.“ I do think it’s missing something though.”

A frown instantly covers your features and you snap your gaze away from her over to the window and landing. How could something be missing? You were over there for nearly an hour, doing your absolute best to make the space look as festive as possible.

The plan to decorate the apartment was made long before today. In fact, when you moved in with Kate earlier in the year you both discussed your favorite holidays and how you would want to spend them now that you live together. One of your favorites had always been Christmas and decorating was an absolute must.

So, the instant stores started selling decorations, you and your girlfriend were buying them. Bit by bit you acquired all the items you needed to “perfectly” decorate the apartment: garland, stickers, ornaments, lights, a tree, etc. 

With everything ready to go, you woke up this morning on a mission to fully decorate the apartment. After big steaming mugs of hot cocoa, topped with a few too many marshmallows, were made and your Christmas playlist was blasting through the apartment, you began.

Kate’s place being so open was both a challenge and a blessing. It served as a huge blank canvas but the lack of walls meant that certain decorations couldn’t be used.

Still, you made it work. The tree was up in the living/dining room, lights and garland wrapped around it with ornaments spread about on it. Lights were strung up on the wall and the figurines you bought were scattered around on tables and shelves.

Very little was done to the kitchen, just some mini tree figures on the island, mini wreaths on every other cabinet, and a red Christmas themed rug on the floor.

Kate’s archery/workout area just had tinsel and lights strung up around the archway and she hung some ribbons from the shelves.

Then there’s the landing, which you worked on. It was decorated with snowflake stickers on the windows, tinsel looping along the tops of them, while fake snow covered the window sill and the floor below it with mini snowmen and penguins on top. You’d also wrapped some lights and tinsel around the stair railings.

It looks amazing. Perfect even. So you’re confused as to what your girlfriend means.

“Okay no.” You shake your head, looking from Kate to the landing.“ I did an incredible job. There’s nothing miss-”

When you look back at the brunette she’s sporting a smirk, her other arm raised up as she holds a singular mistletoe above your head.

“I think the space could definitely use a few of these.” She whispers with implication.

“Oh? You really think they’ll make a difference?”

The small gap between you two has been gradually closing since she held the mistletoe up, her lips but a whisper away from yours.

“You tell me.” Are her words before she closes that miniscule gap and crashes her lips onto yours.

Hands instantly wrap around her waist as you equally melt into the kiss and her embrace. She drops the mistletoe, freeing her hand so that she can raise it and cup your cheek. 

You feel the corners of her lips quirk up a little as she fights a smile but it inevitably comes up anyway and the second your lips meet her teeth you pull away with a giggle.

Smile still lighting up her face she asks,“ you think it’ll make a difference?”

“Definitely,” you nod, still a little dazed from the kiss.

Kate smirks, pecking your lips softly before she scoops up the mistletoe and moves to hang it from the doorway into her training area.

“Nope, we’re gonna need more.” Grabbing her waist, you pull her back into you," a whole lot more.” You mumble before initiating yet another kiss.

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[harrysfolklore]

OMGGG BIG IDEA!! Harry catching y/n working out to his music (and/or his old 1D music as well) idk this just came to my mind lol

"Honey, I'm home!" Harry chirped as he stepped inside the living room of his house, smiling over the fact that it was now his shared home with his girlfriend of 2 years, who was stubborn about moving in with him but he finally convinced her to do it.

However, his smile dropped a little when he got no reply to his greeting, and a slight frown appeared on his face when he realized that she wasn’t in the kitchen either. Eager for a greeting kiss from her he hurried upstairs, assuming that she was resting in their shared bedroom, but before he could get to the room, he noticed a particular sound coming from his home gym and a smirk appeared on his face when he realized what was happening inside.

“She’s not afraid of all the attention, she’s not afraid of running wild” his girlfriend energetically sang as she ran in the treadmill, moving her arms up and down to the beat of the music “How come she’s so afraid of falling in looooove” 

After watching her for a few minutes and listening give her rendition of “She’s not afraid”, “Act my age” and “Best song ever”, Harry let out a loud chuckle from behind her, not being able to contain his laugh over how funny and adorable she looked working out to his old band’s songs. “Oh don’t stop on my account, go on with your routine lovie”. He gestured towards the treadmill when his girlfriend stopped running abruptly, slightly embarrassed that she got caught.

“How long have you been standing there? You scared me” She shyly questions, putting her hand on her chest and breathing heavily, trying to hide the fact that her cheeks were burning 

“Long enough, saw you cover some of my greatest hits, it was quite adorable” He said crossing his arms over his chest, his lips forming a smirk. “Oh don’t be embarrassed lovie, I workout to One Direction bops all the time” He steps into the room and opens his arms so she can crash into them, burying her face in his chest, still embarrassed of her little performance.

“I’m never hearing the end of this, am I?” Her voice was muffled by his hoodie before she pulled away, looking up at Harry and letting him grab her face and place a sloppy peck to her lips. “Nope baby, never” he said smiling and kissing her properly this time.

It’s safe to say that Harry never stopped teasing his girlfriend over her workout playlist.

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I DONT KNOW WHAT IM DOING OKAY DONT JUDGE IF IT’S CORNY

[world-of-aus]

Love & Barbells - Pt. 5

Pairing: Chubby!Bucky (gym crush) x Reader

Warnings: Pinch of angst.

Authors Note: Hoppy Easter little Buns! Here is part 5 of Love & Barbells! I honestly took the energy I had to write and ran with it, I hope you all enjoy this part and for those asking to be added to a taglist for this series I'll start adding those that ask or have asked! Many thanks and Happy Readings! Also All other parts can be found on @worldofausupdates (Any and all mistakes are my own)

Two days had turned into a week, your body finally feeling the fatigue of the strain you were putting it. through six days out of the week. The first day was always odd, your body thrumming with the need to get into its routine, body restless as you forced yourself to stay in bed for the day. And as the first day melted into the second day you found the soreness had begun to creep in, the ache settling heavy in your muscles as you moved around your space. Day three and four were spent like days one and two, in bed beneath your covers with minimal movement, and a mug of coffee in your hand. You knew you needed this time to give your body its rest, to allow yourself to recharge not only physically but mentally. Day six and seven had you preparing for your return, you knew you needed the rest and recovery, but you knew that it could also be a setback in your weight, so you also spent these days doing at home workouts you favorited on YouTube. 

There’s a knock on your door pulling you from the TV screen, your roommate pops her head in, “hey you,” she grins, “you ready to hit the iron tomorrow?” 

You laugh pausing the video a light sheen of sweat coating your skin, “more than ready, I honestly thought two days would be good enough, seems like my body had other ideas.” She steps into your room, “you needed the break, and it was your body’s way of telling you, you’re at it six days out of the week only allowing yourself a day of recovery I think it was about time already, finally caught up to you.” 

Your snort, “you’re not wrong, m’just worried these many days is going to be huge setback on my progress in weight I’ve made.” She gives you a look, “aren’t you always telling me to keep it low weight, but high repped when I can’t do my usual weight?” Your tongue pokes out, “practice what you preach.” she throws back, “going down in weight isn’t the end of the world.” 

You nod your head, “no you’re right,” you laugh when she flips her hair “I’m always right, now how about you go get showered and ill order from that diner two blocks down, get you some heavy protein so you can be charged up for tomorrow? 

“I’d love that, meet you in the living room?” 

“I’ll see you in twenty,” she responds back before taking her exit from your room. As you gather your things for your shower your mind drifts to tomorrow, were you ready to go back and hit the iron, were you ready to go back and see him?” 

Stepping into the gym the next morning, your bag sat high on your shoulder; you knew you were ready to hit the iron, but the way your eyes threatened to scan the area for him told you maybe you weren’t entirely ready to see him, your heart racing at the mere thought of him alone. 

Scanning the gym, you set your eyes on an empty squat rack towards the back and all but ran for the equipment, while it wasn’t too packed just yet you knew if you didn’t claim a rack, you’d never get a set in once the morning grew later. Placing your things down on the floor, you grab your headphones slipping the bud into your ears as they automatically pair to your phone. You’re searching through your apps pressing your preferred music streaming app, finding your go to playlist. Music floods your ears, a breath of air pushing out of your lungs as you shake yourself off pushing to your feet as you go to warm up. 

Your eyes are focused solely on yourself, watching your movements carefully in the mirror as you get yourself stretched out and warmed up before you begin your first reps. Stepping closer to the rack you decide to start your first set of reps with your body weight alone, this was to warm yourself up the movement and wake your muscles up for the heavier sets that were to come. The music pushed you past your warmup count, an ache settling in your legs as you pushed to full height; time to rack. You moved around the rack choosing the lighter weights first, you would build up to your heaviest weight throughout your sets. Slipping the weights onto the bar, you round the rack again to get yourself situated under the iron bar, you test out the weight by pushing up under it, the weight feeling light as you dismount it. 

You take your stance, feet moving, legs opening as you brace yourself, you breathe in, eyes catching your own gaze in the mirror as you go down.  

One. 

Getting yourself to fifteen is easy, barely any strain on your muscle as you rerack the weights moving around to add more. You go up in five, attempting to hit 15 reps every set, until you hit your max weight. The weight before your max has your legs trembling, the strain hitting on the last rep as you find yourself getting stuck just before you went to rerack. Mounting the bar back on you drop into a squat, your breaths heavy as you try to catch it. The music is still pulsing through your buds, your eyes focused and dazed on a spot on the floor as you let yourself come down from the high, heart thumping like a wild drum in your chest. 

You're feeling the music, your body slowly recharging as the bass pumps in your ears, you're moving to push yourself up to add more weight to the bar, but a finger tapping on your back has you stilling. Your head tilts up, stomach dropping into your ass when you meet her eyes. She’s smiling, her lips moving, though you can’t hear here over the music in your ears, you shake your head pulling a bud from your ear, “m’sorry, what was that?” You question not quite believing that this was happening. The redhead chuckles, eyes gleaming, no wonder Bucky’s taken with her you think, she's gorgeous, “was wondering if you would mind me working in, all the other racks are taken.” Your eyes flit around the gym finding the other racks in fact taken, each rack having at least two to three gym bros working their sets in with one another, not one of those racks containing the brunette in mind. 

A part of your mind, the self-deprecating part, is telling you to tell her you wrapped up, the rack is all hers, but the logical part of your mind, the one that outweighs the other tells you to stop being a child, so what if this was your gym crushes girlfriend? There was other fish in the sea! An opportunity was presenting itself to you in the form of a possible new friend, one that you could ask for a spot if the moment ever presented itself, and the way you saw it was you would rather ask her for a spot then the blue-eyed brunette. “Sure,” you say with a smile, “jump on in, do you need me to add more weights?” You question head tilted to the racked bar. There's an expression that comes over her features, one you can’ quite read, she’s shaking her head, “No, that’s actually okay, you planning on going any heavier?” 

You’re nodding, her brows flitting up as she sets herself up under the bar, you see her feel out the weight as she unracks. It’s second nature for you to assume your position behind her, she’s smiling at you through the mirror, you return the sentiment watching as she shifts into a focused mind as she goes down for her first rep. The longer you stand behind her following her movements the longer you allow for the insecurities to build up, she was making this look easy, barely even breaking a sweat as she surpassed your usual rep. You move forward with her when she reracks, stepping back when she slips out tilting her head to it, “your turn.” 

Your nerves are lit as you go to add the weight for your max, she offers her aid by getting the other side for you making your turn come quicker than you’d like. You move back between the rack adjusting yourself under the bar and testing the weight out. It’s heavy, but not enough that it won’t budge when you push up to unmount it. The redhead is a good spot you note as she assumes her position behind you, you wonder if she’s spotted Bucky before? Shaking the thought away you focus on the music still pumping through the headphones, sucking in a breath and bracing your core as you go down for your first rep. 

You’re pushing yourself, breathing in and releasing out through each rep, she’s encouraging you like Bucky would, God they were perfect for one another. The thought is enough to push you despite your legs threatening to break way and bring you down with the added weight. She stumbles forward with you as you rack. You're dropping to the floor, the ache in your legs blinding as you try to catch your breath, she drops with you, her gaze finding yours, “Bucky mentioned to me how well disciplined you were, and I gotta admit, you surprised me.” 

Your heart jumps to your throat at the mention of the brunette, he talked about you to her? Is that why she was here, to tell you to stay away from what was hers? “You ever think about competing?” 

A record scratches somewhere in the back of your mind. 

“Competing,” you question. That’s not what you were expecting.  

She’s nodding as she stands hand held out to you, you grab it letting her pull you up, “yeah, we have a team here that competes in powerlifting, we go to competitions held at other gyms, unfortunately one of our members is out for the season, and I think you’d be the perfect fit – if you’re interested.” 

You don’t know what to say, the words caught on your tongue as you watch her take her spot under the bar, you go up behind her. “You don’t have to have an answer right away, the season hasn’t begun just yet, but from what I'm seeing right now, and from what Buck has told me about you – well I would consider, I think you’d bring a lot to the table.” 

You’re nodding your head, licking your lips, you couldn’t help but to wonder what Bucky had told her. Your focus gets shifted from the conversation to the exercise at hand when you see her brace herself. You weren’t sure what you were expecting, but her failing the first rep was not it. You didn’t think it was possible with how effortlessly she made her first set look but she’s getting caught less than midway on her way back up. You want to give her the benefit of the doubt, but when her face goes red, her lips pushing out your name along with the world help you’re stepping right up into her space to help her. 

“Oh god no,” she groans as she still struggles to get her legs up, your pressed to her back your hands coming up to the bar as you try to alleviate the pressure of the bar off her back. The two of you fall into a struggle, when had you gotten so far from the mount? Just when you’re about to tell her to just let it drop a body is pressing to your back, large hands falling close into yours, you don’t have to turn to know who’s they are, you’ve watched them lift weights for months now. Steve and Sam come up just as quickly as he did each flanking a side to grab the bar where the weights sit, they’re telling the redhead who you discover is named Natasha to drop down, you wonder if you should drop as well, but then you’re being pressed forward with them to place the bar back on the mount. 

For a beat nobody moves, all eyes falling to redhead that sits on the floor struggling to catch are a breath, “are you okay?” You’re the first to break the silence, her eyes flit to yours, then to the man behind you, you wonder what she must be thinking because neither you or Bucky have moved since mounting the weight and while you’ve considered moving, he cages you in. “Just fine,” she breathes through a strained laugh, “is that your max?” she questions pointing to the weights. “Yeah, the plan was to go up another five this week, but I took a week break, so I wasn’t going to risk failing by ego lifting.” 

Her laugh is genuine this time, Steve leaning over the rack to help her up, she’s looking at Bucky who still is behind you, more relaxed you imagine with how he leans on the bar – still caging you in! “I really do like her Barnes, think she’d make a perfect replacement for Maximoff for the season, you should ask her to join, maybe we can make her a full-time member.” 

Sam snorts off to the side drawing your gaze, and apparently Bucky’s, “m’right here wilson, you got something to say?” Sam meets both your eyes, “no but do you got something you want to ask y/n here, unless you want Tasha to do that too.” 

Your brows furrow, confusion only growing, “wait - hold on I'm a little confused here, what’s going on, what does Bucky want Natasha to do?” 

Before Bucky can even tell Sam to shut his mouth the words are already spilling from his lips, “Barnes here has been to chicken to ask you to compete with us, he was going to ask you last week that you were here since he was able to give Natasha a preview of you -” “but you were with your friend so he didn’t want to intrude, and I didn’t want to make you nervous by coming up to you,” Natasha adds. “Then he didn’t see you for the rest of the week, so he figured it was a sign to hold off on asking,” Sam continues, “a stupid sign if you ask me, man needs to learn how to read the room.” “That he does, and I told him as much last week,” Natasha says an amused glint in her eyes when you meet her gaze. 

“Literally right here,” Bucky says from behind you, and this time you turn your head to meet his gaze, “sorry about them,” he murmurs. You’re breathing out a laugh, “it’s okay, Steve told me to be ready,” you tease recalling the bearded blondes words from the last time you had worked in with them “I wouldn’t have minded you asking,” you continue, “I would have considered.” 

“You would have?” 

You’re nodding your head, wanting to break his gaze to look elsewhere but he has you locked. “As long as I wouldn’t be breaking any pairs up, and your friend Maximoff wouldn’t mind me stepping in I don’t see why I couldn’t consider, as long as you guys are sure you want me.” This time you do break his gaze to look at the others. Natasha is the one who answers, “If my partner could see how you trained, she wouldn’t mind at all.”  

“At least with y/n as your partner we won’t have to be yelling across the gym for the two of you to stop locking lips.” 

Another record scratches in your mind, as you take Sam’s words in, but you don’t let it show, choosing to laugh it off instead, hoping it doesn’t sound forced. “So y/n,” Natasha directs, “what do you say?” 

“Sure, I’m in.” 

Your roommate is home before you that afternoon, her form perched on the couch as she watches the latest episode of her favorite show. She turns her head when she hears you come in smile on her face, “Hey you, your home late, good gym session?” You laugh as you drop your bag down, locking the door behind you as you deposit your keys into the glass bowl. “Yeah sorry about that, I got a little caught up with Natasha.” 

You capture your roommates attention, her body jerking in your direction, “Natasha as in – no!” You nod your head as you round the couch plopping down, “You talked to Bucky’s girl, what the hell y/n what happened?” 

“Yes and I did, and no she’s not Bucky’s girl,” you reiterate chuckling at your roommate's reaction at the mention of the redhead not being Bucky’s girl “but rather a part of his competition group, that I have seemingly agreed to join.” 

“y/n,” she squeals jumping across the couch to you, “you joined a competition group?! But how, why, is Natasha really not with Bucky, so you have a chance again!” You laugh moving away from the hand that excitedly swats at you, “I wouldn’t say there’s a chance for me again, but there is a chance for me to compete again.” Your roommate seems to understand what this means for you, her excitement calming as she finds your hands, “that’s wonderful y/n,” she murmurs squeezing your fingers, “and hey remember this isn’t that gym, and they’re not brock.” 

You nod looking down at your entwined hands, “I know they’re not, but what if I see them again, what if I see him?” She’s shaking her head fiercly, “If that time comes, we will face it, but right now you don’t need to worry about that, right now I need you to focus and tell me more about how Natasha is not with Bucky and how we still have a chance!” 

She’s pulling another laugh from you, her hands untangling from yours to pull you to her side, the two of you melting into the couch as you recall your morning return to the gym. 

[youre-amazing-say-it]

Hi , idk if we can request but can i have a bucky or Steve x reader. Where she comes out of the bedroom in his boxers with just a bra on and everyone (aka avengers) just observe her because she hasnt notice them yet and bucky/steve is just stunned. She probaly just came for water . Plz and thank you . Is it possible i can be tag also . No rush.

Banana Pancakes

Warning: mention to sex, just Steve being Proud to call you his gal

A/n: day 3 of Flufftober!!

Lazy Sunday in the Avengers Compound. What could be better.

You woke up that beautiful morning still tangled up in your boyfriend’s arms. You felt his hand gently combing your hair. You let out a big stretch before turning around to face those blue eyes you love.

“Hi” you said as you looked into eyes. He gave you a loving kiss before looking back at you. “Hi” he said with a warm smile on your face. “We have nothing to do today.” You said as you moved your head onto his chest. “Nope, no plans, except spending all day in bed with you.” Steve said with a smirk.

You quickly pushed off him as you laughed. “No! I'm still sore from last night. I'm not up for a round 2.” You said as you got up from the bed. “Don’t you mean round 3 or 4? I don’t remember how many-” you put your hand over his mouth to silence him. “No is the final answer. I just want to sit in bed, watching movies and cuddling with you all day.”

“That I can do,” Steve said as he grabbed your waist, causing you to sit back down on the bed. “Okay but first I need coffee. Want any?” You said looking at him. “ nope, I want my beautiful girl to stay in bed all day, just like she wanted.” He said as he started massaging my shoulders, relaxing back into him. “That does sound nice” I replied

“then come back to bed, we can get coffee later. We have the whole day” as he kissed your forehead. “Okay,” you said he got underneath the covers, see you grabbing your waist and pulling you closer to him. Your eyes flutter close once again.

You woke up a lot later than planned, looking at the red clock reading 1:23pm. You knew if you didn’t get up now your sleep schedule would be messed up. You turned out to see your boyfriend's side of the bed empty. You don’t think much of it as he loved to get a good workout in, even on a Lazy Sunday. You got out of bed, walked over to your phone and AirPods, and put on your favorite playlist, as you then made your way to the Kitchen.

Jack Johnson's “Banana Pancakes” started playing through your ears as you hummed along, making your way over to the coffee and started it up, grabbing what you needed from the Fridge. You started swaying your hips.

But what you didn’t notice was the 4 people watching you. Natasha, Bucky, Sam, and Steve. Steve got up before you and invited his friends up to your apartment in the compound while you slept. He forgot to write a note to let you know people were over. But that didn’t matter now, he was very happy with the image in front of him.

You only had on a pair of his boxers and a sports bra, as that’s what you threw on as you left your room. You looked absolutely ravishing and Steve very much wanted to throw you against the counter then and there. But instead, he sat with a huge grin on his face as he saw the girl of his dream in his clothes.

“Wow Steve,” Bucky said drinking from the beer in his hand. “You got lucky.”

“I know Buck. Can’t believe it myself some days.”

“Should we let her know we are here?” Natasha asked. “Nah, if she notices i can make fun of her for it. But she looks happy and I don’t want to ruin it.”

“Damn you are whipped.” Sam chucked at Steve as they heard you start singing the Lyrics to the song very quietly. “I don’t mind.” He responded with a Smirk. They watched as you made your way back to your shared room singing ‘Mama made a Baby, Really don’t mind the practice, cause your my little lady’

“That’s my girl” Steve said he sipped his beer, smile on his face

[slugtranslation-hypmic]

Hey there Slug! I hope you ain't too buys and might have a lil fun with this one! Of each individual character, what are your respective favorite songs of theirs and why?

This is an easy ask to answer, so I'mma clear it from the pile and get to some older ones eventually.

I assume you mean solo songs only, right?

Under a cut for length because there are a bajillion boys in this series

Ichirou: I like his VA's rapping work in just about everything; he's really solid. Stage Ichirou also has a youthful quality I appreciate a lot, but of the main series songs... probably Break the Wall. It's high energy in a fun way. It also ties into a creative project I've been chewing on for years that's near and dear to my heart, although I'm not sure if I'll ever put it to paper and share it anywhere.

Jirou: I think Jirou's VA has a very pretty singing voice, so I like his softer songs. In general, I admire the "softer" aspects of Jirou's character and think that's where he shines best. So probably School of IKB, although I adore his choruses in Re:start.

Saburou: Requiem. I'm very, very, very into things that commit to being over the top and goofy, and I also enjoy combining classical and baroque elements with other genres. What's not to like here?

Samatoki: Gangsta's Paradise. The high speed rap is technically compelling. I generally appreciate v. fast rap since I enjoy learning and singing them. If the stage plays count, I really enjoy the emotion Samatoki's stage actor brings to Come Back to Me.

Juuto: ...There is some interesting text in the Personality section of Juuto's wiki page. (I have it pulled up to quick reference the song lists.) If anyone with wiki edit powers is reading this, you may want to clean that up... Anyway, I feel like they give Juuto great background music in just about every song, but Uncrushable takes the cake for me. I really like the BG music in that.

Riou: Move Your Body Till You Die, hands down. Goofy as fuck. Also, great workout music.

Ramuda: I find his main voice pretty grating, and his usual styles of music aren't my favorite in general. So Ramuda songs don't do a lot for me. I appreciate Pink Colored Love for plot reasons, though.

Gentarou: The slower Hypmic songs rarely do a lot for me, but I found myself enjoying Yume no Kanata a lot. Not sure I know why, necessarily...

Dice: 3$EVEN was one of the first songs I really enjoyed in Hypmic, and I still like its high energy today. In general, I'm impressed by Dice's VA's rapping ability and appreciate his parts in group songs a lot.

Jakurai: Like I said earlier, I'm not usually a fan of slow songs, so none of Jakurai's solos or duets have ever stood out to me. With that being said, I think Jakurai's speech style and slower rhythms makes him more fun and easier to translate w/ full rhyme and rhythm than many other characters. Like I think Labyrinth Wall would be fun to do a full cover of with syllable matching rhymes and line length while simultaneously trying to stick as close to the core meaning and tone as possible.

Hifumi: Both Champagne Gold and Don't Stop the Party are high-energy bops and great for working out. Slight preference for the former. I also really like his singing voice in group songs.

Doppo: Doppo's angrier verses in group songs are fun, but I'm especially fond of BLACK OR WHITE. In particular, I enjoy the DOTAMA cover. I'm a big DOTAMA fan for both his lyrical strength and considerable rapping chops. He's got a lot of songs that are really punchy and angry in this exact vein, and I love throwing on a playlist of his stuff while grinding out tedious work projects. Hahaha. Just rapping along "I don't want to work. I don't want to work. I don't want to work. BUT HERE I AM, WORKING!!!!" furiously under my breath.

Sasara: Comedian Rhapsody is really fun. This is another song I would love, love, love, love to try and do a full translation w/ preservation of rhyme/line length/jokes. Not for sharing--at that point it's just kinda showing off--but it's fun to chew on bits of it when I have moments of free time.

Roshou: Like most of the slow song characters, Roshou's solos aren't my favorite. I guess I prefer Under Sail to Own Stage for its background music.

Rei: All of Rei's songs are wild to the point of me liking them for the goofiness. If you commit to the bit, I'll enjoy it 9 times out of 10. Doesn't matter what the bit is. Shiro to Kuro is probably my favorite. LOVE the "heh heh we are up to no good" NPC villain energy of that song. But also, shout-out to his singing in Enishi, even if it's nigh-on intelligible to me. I love the hell out of Enishi in general.

Kuko: The king of goof himself. Sou Gyaran BAM is probably my favorite, but I am--to some degree--into virtually every song he's in.

Juushi: Wow, I'm listed as a source on this wiki page, lol. Anyway. Juushi's aesthetic as a whole isn't my cup of tea, but I have a soft spot for Moonlight Shadow, because the first two times I heard it were on Spotify shuffle while I just so happened to be scrubbing a toilet. So for a couple months after, I would put Bad Ass Temple on every time I cleaned the bathroom. Hahaha.

Hitoya: One and Two, and Law is so fucking goofy. I adore it. The live version with the airhorn? Chef's kiss.

Otome: Fuck it, let's do the ladies too. Out of all of her musical appearances, I like Just Do It the most. It adds such an interesting strength to her character, and the English portions are done super well.

Ichijiku: Love, love, love her part in Verbal Justice for its strength. This is yet another song I think would be fun to do a hell TL of, and then I remind myself that trying to rhyme "Kadenokouji" in English is a fool's errand.

Nemu: Her singing voice in WINK is nice, but I love her part in Femme Fatale for its energy. "I'm Nemu, and this is my masterpiece" Fuck yeah it is

[peemanne]

rgg game osts ranked Yeah.................

LONG ASS POST AHEAD!!!!!! BAH!!!!!!!!!!!

for context awhile back a yakuza discord server i'm in had a music discussion thread open up and we were invited to make simple little tier lists for the game osts to start it off. it was supposed to be just the tier list but i eventually spiraled into a whole ramble. whoops. so i might as well just paste it here with a few additions so the rest of you can see it yippee!!!!!!!!!!!!

will be providing my reasonings and then my highlight tracks. i'm gonna provide convenient youtube links to all the songs mentioned so if you wanna check one of them out feel free to just click the hyperlink

and yes this is ordered in tiers. the personal highlights aren't though

>Yakuza 5 is my personal top 1 OST overall, but it's seriously close. I can't tell you enough how much of a nut I am for this series and its music. Yakuza 5's ost is, in my eyes, the most consistently hard-hitting amongst all of RGG's catalogue. The street fight themes are all amazing, the boss fight themes hit hard and pump you the hell up, and this also has the one of the best B-sides out of all of them, with stuff like Baka Mitai (fun fact, Saejima's is actually considered the original version, Kiryu's "Taxi Driver Edition" actually uses a different key to fit Kuroda's voice), the songs from Haruka's section, and even the jazzy bar themes. 5 hits that perfect balance of quantity and quality, and also happens to fill like half of my workout playlist.

Personal Highlights:

The place where I used to be

Daigo's western theme

Victory Road

and of course The Battle for the Dream

>I am such a sucker for Yakuza 4's music direction. As Tehsnakerer said in his Yakuza 4 video, this is the first truly GREAT soundtrack, and I'd have to agree. The jazzier style of music on showcase here fits this series- and this entry ESPECIALLY- like a glove. This is such a quality collection of sounds. Featuring the best panic themes, the best chase themes, and some iconic street battle themes. 4's direction makes it stand out even more amongst RGG's catalogue, and I couldn't be happier about it. Also, this game gave us Machine Gun Kiss and Pure Love in Kamurocho, which are two of my favorite karaoke tracks in the whole series.

Please bring back Pure Love in Kamurocho for a modern title, RGG. I'm begging you.

Personal Highlights:

Solitude

Receive and Bite You

Infinite Handcuffs

yeah yeah fine For Faith

Why couldn't they use this for the actual cover instead of the weird one we have now like come on this looks so much better

>Is anyone gonna disagree with me when I say Lost Judgment is easily the best out of the more techno-focused soundtracks? They handle it perfectly here, with tracks that grab you by the throat like K.O.G. and Dig In Your Heels, utilizing the electric sound with effortless grace, while still having enough variety throughout to keep it from getting stale. I also found the B-sides here surprisingly strong alongside the main game, with the school stories giving us a nice variety of music to work with. The boxing ones and Toward To The Skyline are what I'd highlight in that selection.

Personal Highlights:

In the Groove

Unwavering Belief / Dig in Your Heels

Final Destination

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>Gaiden oh my gah......... Despite the shorter game, I seriously dig the tracks on display here. It's so consistently amazing, and does a great job of servicing both the legacy of Kiryu, and giving us some Good Shit™️ for the newer faces. This is also when I really came to appreciate the cutscene tracks: Wounded Beast is such a kickass track that you'd be forgiven for thinking it plays in an actual fight, and Psycho's Prelude is an amazing hype-up track for an even more amazing boss theme. Also worth mentioning there's like a gajillion coliseum tracks in this one. Have no idea why but y'know I appreciate it. It's cool.

Personal Highlights:

Psycho's Anthem

Deadly Struggle / Fleeting Dream (HAKANAKI YUME)

Bring It On (best street fight track to date i'm not taking notes at this time)

Un altro appassionato

>0 has One-Eyed Assassin so it automatically goes here. The rest of the tracks are decent too ig 🙄 There are a few sort of those "eh whatever cool skip it" tracks in here which hold it back a teeny bit in my eyes, but this is still a really solid collection overall, and also gets props for being Kiwami's soundtrack if it was good. I'm kidding of course but 0 handles it pretty well for the most part. I find 0 is at its best music-wise when they either go all-in with the techno, or shy away from it almost entirely.

Personal Highlights:

Make You Free

Both Receive You remixes (The Subtype and ~Tech Trance Arrange~)

Interplanetary Spark

Reign

>Yakuza 6 has Lots of Lights so it automati I think 6 does a really good job at telling a story through its music. You have tragedy being painted in Fist Law and DESTINY, you have sheer anger and brutality being portrayed in Body and Soul, and you can even find it in the street themes with the feeling of "I am completely done with all of this bullshit" in KAMURO again. I also wanna say this has some of ZENTA's best work, which I really really REALLY appreciate.

Personal Highlights:

Lots of Lights

DESTINY

Bloodstained Philosophy (coolest name for a track i can't lie)

Theory of Beauty

>Judgment immediately does a great job of differentiating itself from the Yakuzas, and it's apparent as soon as you get into the street fight tutorial. The OST does a great job of painting Yagami and the overall bleaker picture of the game. Where some battle themes in the main series feel like a victory lap, JE instead sometimes has you feel like you're on the backfoot. Lambda, Hyenas Wheezing, and Rake Your Inside are all tracks that make you feel like an underdog, and give you that strength to power through what seems like impossible odds. It also has Flower of Chivalry so it aut

Personal Highlights:

Encounter ~ Keihin Alliance

Hyena's Wheezing

Penumbra

Destination

>Like a Dragon (/7) is another heavily techno leaning OST. If you asked me about it a few months ago, I probably would have put this higher. But now with IW out, I've started to see more of 7's OST's flaws. There are few tracks that are either weirdly low-energy, or feel a little generic and mesh together with the rest of the soundtrack, or at worst, both. But 7 still has quite the number of solid tracks, and those that stand out REALLY stand out. Shoutout to one of the most unique long battle tracks in Enter the Tiger.

Personal Highlights:

Brutality

Receive You The Hyperactive

REIWA LABYRINTH

ism

>Yakuza 3 acts as a sort of bridge between the rough, almost grunge-like sound of the PS2 era and the cleaner compositions of later entries. And I think it does both of those styles pretty well! It also starts to experiment with electric sound a little more, while still keeping the heavy guitars 1+2 are known for. The best are obviously composed of the tracks that do both. They even keep the unintelligible English lyrics in some tracks, what's not to love?

Personal Highlights:

Lyricism Without Tears

Clay Doll On The Cradle

Fly

D2A BABY YEAH BEST THEME EVER MADE D2A D2A D2A D2A

(2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

>Atmosphere is a large part of the PS2 era of Yakuza games' identity, and the music is a pretty large part of that. Yakuza 2 has an aggressive, grungy sound that pairs perfectly with the brutality of the game. You'll find some of the most of the most rough sounding songs in RGG's catalogue in here, and it's just so good in a way that isn't really replicated in the more modern entries. Also one of the tracks (Block Head Boy) samples Wu-Tang for some reason and I find that very funny.

Personal Highlights:

Evil Itself

North Menace

Hit & Kill

Outlaw's Lullaby (I still think the Kiwami 2 remix is the better of the two but this one's still SO good please listen to it if you haven't already)

whatcho beautiful ass staring at kaito my king >Kaito Files has like 6 tracks. They're all pretty good tracks, but that's like 6 tracks. Come on. Anyways, it's basically just more LJ music, so uhhhh yeah peak

Personal Highlights (plural would be like all of them)

Blood-Drunk Master Theme

>Kiwami 2. Yeah this one falls into the same trap as 7 does, but with less of those "This is the greatest thing to grace my ears" tracks. It still has some of them, though. The best remixes here are the ones that touch up and make completely sure that what the original has is intact: Lullaby of Outlaws and A Scattered, Eternal Moment are both fantastic in that regard. This also has a decent chunk of completely new tracks, presumably because they couldn't get certain composers back. You have stuff like the amazing triple-part track that plays in the Kamurocho Hills segment, Rebellious Phase which is decent, and the randomly amazing Break Off. Still a crime Evil Itself was snubbed like that smh.

Personal Highlights:

Lullaby of Outlaws

A Scattered, Eternal Moment

Kamuro Hills

Update with Gunfire

(1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

>Unfortunately, like with most aspects, Yakuza 2 does everything the first game did better. Still though, some quality tracks here. Yakuza 1 doesn't have too much to work with, but it still does utilize its few track slots well. From long-standing iconic tracks like Receive You, to Funk Goes On, and even the off B-side tracks like Singin' Bass, there really isn't a miss in here, just moreso a lack of super standout tracks. There's still quite a few to love despite that, of course.

Personal Highlights

son of a gun

Turning Point

Receive You The Prototype

Funk Goes On

>kiwami 1 ost snorkkkkkk mimimimimimimim snorkkkkkk mimim Alright I'm exaggerating, but I still think it's pretty weak in comparison to the rest. There's a lot of tracks that just feel kinda butchered to me? And it's not like the new tracks are particularly standout or anything. The tracks that do work are genuinely really good: Ideal For Violence is uhhhh perfect, Get Over It is a really strong long battle theme, Pray Me ~Revive~ is on par, if not arguably better than the original, and For Whose Sake Kiwami matches the sorrow of the original pretty well. But then you have stuff like Funk Goes On 極 which feels weirdly weak, Receive You the madtype which feels sorely outclassed by like, every single other Majima Receive You, and what would be arguably the strongest track, Receive You Reborn, doesn't even show up outside of Japanese versions. Kiwami isn't all bad, hell, there are some really good standouts here, but it just can't really compare to the rest in my eyes.

Personal Highlights:

Ideal For Violence

Get Over It

Amusing Octagon

Everlasting Spirit

>Infinite Wealth sits in haven't listened enough of solely because I haven't finished the game and thus haven't touched any track past Kooky (UPDATE: now any track past Impregnable Triangle. I'm planning to do the finale by this weekend). By any other metric this would have shot UP. I ADORE this OST. The cutscene tracks, the generic battle themes, the boss themes, the B-sides, they're all so excellent. This inadvertently made 7's OST worse for me because of how much better it handles the techno.

Personal Highlights:

Brutality ~Rebuild~

Impregnable Triangle (Fun fact: this track uses the time signature of 3/4, which is a waltz. I'll let you fill in the blanks for what that means for the theming.)

Kooky

Slugfest (Yamaniacs stay winning what can i say)

ok so uhhh apparently i hit the character limit lmao. didn't even know this site had one. uhhhhhh will continute in a reblog it's just kurohyou and ishin anyways

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

Hey Sex Witch!

I hope this is a pretty simple ask, but what do you recommend doing for one’s self to feel sexy? Maybe in an anticipation of an encounter or flirtation, or maybe just because one wants to think “DAYUM I am *fine*”.

hi anon,

I have terrible news: this is absolutely not a simple ask!

the best way I know to answer it is to play an uno reverse and ask what you think is sexy. or, to strip down the question to what it's actually asking: what makes you feel confident and comfortable and very at home in your body?

the answer to that question is going to vary for everyone. for some people it's getting all done up with a fancy outfit, perfume, and full hair and makeup. for other people, it's when they're most relaxed at home in their sweats with their favorite playlist on. me personally, I feel most in tune with and solidly rooted my body after a good workout, when I can feel all the satisfying little aches from the effort of pushing myself just a little past my limits. sometimes "sexy" means being sore as hell covered in mystery bruises from roller skating or chalk from climbing.

so you tell me, I guess. what makes you feel good?

[sehnsuchts-trunken]

Dearest Mary,

may I please request something where Riven and reader [girlfriend/fiancée/wife] are close to dozing off after having shared a cigarette, practiced or showered together and Sky or whoever walks in on them being lovey dovey? Maybe with some neck kisses?

~ Love, Leia

ABSOLUTELY!!!! I WANTED TO WRITE THIS YESTERDAY BUT I WAS TOO TIRED

You settled comfortably against Riven's chest, your hair put up in a bun on top of your head, barely half dry after the shower, your eyes closed. He'd put on music, some slow thing with good beat. It wasn't his workout music - for once. He basically only had two playlists.

Riven lazily brushed his fingers down your arms and pressed a soft kiss onto your cheekbone.

"Riv", you muttered, chuckling slightly. He hummed against your skin, raising one hand to trace his fingertips along your throat.

"Riv", you groaned. "Stop."

"Stop?", he asked, and though you couldn't see him, you were sure he was raising his eyebrows.

"I didn't even have the strength to get dressed, I definitely do not have the strength for this again", you explained, taking his hand from your throat and instead intertwining your fingers. "Just hold me for a bit, yeah? I'm so fucking tired."

Riven laughed, hiding his face in your hair.

"So fucking tired?", he repeated. "Wonder why."

If you'd had the strength, you would've slapped him, but you hadn't, so you didn't. After all, you'd chosen to be with him, even though he was an absolute asshole. And a huge tease.

You'd started dozing off just when you heard the door open and close again.

"Shit", you cursed, and in a matter of seconds you'd sat up, scrambled for the blanket at the end of the bed and tried to cover yourself before Sky could step in. Which just barely worked.

Riven surged up as well, grabbing the blanket and holding it tightly at your back, making sure it did not slip even slightly.

Sky was on the phone (luckily), not immediately looking up at you. And when he did, his reaction was almost comical: eyes suddenly blown wide, lips parted, phone almost falling down to the ground.

He stood there for a second, not moving, none of you, and then he basically ran out of the room, mouthing a something you thought was a "sorry", though he was gone so quickly that you couldn't be sure.

"Oh my god", you breathed when the door had fallen shut with a loud pang.

"You can say that again", Riven muttered.

"Oh my god", you groaned and let your head fall back onto his chest, the blanket finally slipping down and pooling in your lap. "This is the second time he's come close to seeing me naked."

Riven laughed, his fingertips ghosting over the skin of your shoulders. The rush of adrenaline that had come to you had wiped your tiredness away to the very last drop of it.

"Only the second time", he corrected with a grin you could hear.

"Oh, it's good that it's only been two times then?", you chuckled, shaking your head. "Bastard. Now kiss me. I'm awake again."

[soffpisces]

enhypen as emo bands!!

heeseung- taking back sunday

i'm not super sure if the vibes are there, but just based off of the music he's recommended, it's obvious he doesn't listen to heavy/upbeat music. i can also see him enjoying angsty music every once in a while. sometimes he gives me "angsty teen recovering from a breakup with their first love" yk? "your lipstick, his collar, don't bother angel. i know exactly what goes on."

jay- the red jumpsuit apparatus

he strikes me as a lowkey romantic person. so when he's in the mood, i can definitely see him listening to them whilst looking dramatically out a window lmao! fuckk honestly this is just based on his vibes, i have no more input lol. "i'll be there for you through it all. even if saving you sends me to heaven." i'm crying it's so corny but so good, just like jay<3.

jake- we the kings

okay so... this is purely based on their song "check yes juilet" ; like don't they just give off the same vibes?? we the kings is also an emo staple but they're not known for being actually emo, yk. so, they go well because when i think of jake, i don't necessarily think of sad music. jake gives me "sneaking in your window at night" and just 2000s-teenage-romance-vibes in general. "they'll tear us apart if you give them the chance. don't sell your heart. don't say we're not meant to be. run baby, run, forever will be you and me".

sunghoon- black veil brides

okay, hear me out... i wouldn't have chosen bvb for sunghoon if not for "in the end". sunghoon strikes me as someone who really enjoys the classics. he's always choosing the old but good songs for karaoke, so i have a feeling he could bop to this. i feel like he would have some emo/metal classics in his workout playlist... "as you fade into the night, who will tell the story of your life?"

sunoo- paramore

it was lowkey difficult to think of a band for him, but alas, haley williams appears in my brain. honestly, if he's feeling a little angsty, he could totally enjoy their music. his voice would be so delicious covering their song "all i wanted". "it's not a walk in the park to love each other. but when our fingers interlock, can't deny, can't deny you're worth it."

jungown- fall out boy

the other day, i saw that jungwon recommended a green day song?? like hello?? so random. i considered the two but ended up going with fob simply because green day gives millennial-dad vibes. (don't get me wrong i love green day, but the energy is not there). my inspiration for this match is pretty similar to jake's. jungwon is just so teenage romance coded, so i think the two pair well with each other&lt;3. "i'm just a notch in your bedpost, but you're just a line in a song."

ni-ki- escape the fate

okay, i was between putting etf or falling in reverse, but i figured most of falling in reverse's music is a little too goofy for ni-ki's vibe lol! and when i say etf, i mean ronnie's era specifically. imagining riki listening to them is making me want to cry; like the idea of the two of them is magical. but yea, this is honestly based purely on the vibes! i know niki has the heart of an emo;3. "how does it feel when your tears freeze when you cry? the blood in your veins is 20 below."

as you can probably tell, this is completely self-indulgent <3. i am desperately trying to make two worlds collide... i don't know if it's working or not, lol! tell me what you think!! emo engenes represent!!!

[sommerregenjuniluft]

TRICK OR TREAT 🦇

HI BAT<3 ,,so *clears throat* i have dug through urs, claude's and my blog and either tumblr is having me on or i halluzinated (at least i think it was one or both of you) the post about modern day lesbian prongsfoot because I CAnnot Find It Again

anyways i have 1.5k words of them Regardless so here ya go<3

Sirius’ keychains jingle noisily against the heavy front door of their NYC apartment loft as she pushes it open. 

She is greeted by a pool of pleasantly warm pre-noon sunlight and the faint background noise of whatever Jamie’s workout playlist is shuffling up over their sound speaker system.

A smile tugs on her lips at the mental picture of her baby all flushed and sweaty on their peloton bike forming in her mind. Usually Jamie’s already fresh out of the shower when Sirius makes her way back from morning yoga down four blocks at Minnie’s but today the universe seems to be generous and Sirius will welcome the opportunity with open arms (and legs).

Minerva does always remind them to practice some cardio every now and then because perhaps you wouldn’t be out of breath so fast then, Miss Black and it is Saturday which means laundry day is conveniently right around the corner anyway. Sirius nods to herself, teeth digging into her bottom lip, as she toes off her chunky, black plateau slides and lets her tote and yoga mat fall to the floor gently before she creeps further into their apartment.

Sets her iced Matcha Latte down on the granite kitchen island next to the dirty dishes that look like there’s a huge Acai bowl waiting for the both of them in the fridge and rounds the corner, not expecting to be this affected by her fiancée’s get up. Sirius’ breath hitches as her legs lock in place, knees jelly as her eyes rake over glistening, soil dark skin. 

Up from the squeaky clean Adidas Spezial, deep forest green with the mint stripes, rubber sole black and not a flick of outside dirt in the profile, further along the dusting of dark leg hair, slightly curly, and square knees, strong calves and thick thighs, muscles working. Bunching and stretching and it’s obscene, barely covered by a pair of training shorts that are too short and tight and Sirius isn’t even sure if Jamie’s wearing any underwear beneath these. It’s mind-boggling. 

They’ve done their short mob of curls into two teeny tiny pigtails at the nape of their wide neck, shorter layers pinned aside with Sirius is pretty sure those cute sparkly hair clips she bought off of a fifteen year old on a parisian flea market two months ago, bangs extra sweat curled on Jamie’s forehead. And of course, to twist the driven knife, they’re not even wearing a shirt. Unfairly smooth skin, stretched and molded with protruding muscles and adorned by their fair chest scars that Sirius thinks of as the most precious artwork.

trick or treat fic writer ask game

[bratshaws]

goodness gracious 33. brb x oc

a/n: *flips through my volleyball memories inside my brain* god i REMEMBER SO LITTLE IM S O R R Y I JUST REALLY WANTED TO WRITE SOMETHING GOOD AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: fluff FLUFFFFFFF but there's drama nearing the corner :)

chapters:

1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10/11/12/13/14/15/16/17/18/19/20/21/22/23/24/25/26/27/28/29/30/31/32

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Wednesday, the final day of practice before the game on Saturday and Evelyn was going all out. But unlike Sunday, she wasn’t mad, she just wanted everyone to do good and to do their best and that meant going absolutely nuts when practicing. She managed, also, to keep the gym empty for more than the two hours they’d usually be there, making sure everyone would be in top tier shape.

The girls also found out that Evelyn had tattoos. Well, just one.

For the first time she showed up wearing only a purple crop top that left her stomach exposed. They’ve only see her wearing large shirts, they couldn’t have known that their friend had a tattoo of a raven with its wings open wide on her stomach and arrows piercing through its body, the words ‘pulvis et umbra sumus’ -we are dust and shadow -written above her belly button and below the raven in black bold letters. 

“Of course she’d have a tattoo in latin.” Shells mumbled, watching Evelyn fix her lycra shorts over her waist, “Why am I not surprised?”

“It is a nice tatoo though.” Beatrice added, having tattoos herself albeit much smaller, she could admire the craftsmanship, adjusting her ponytail when she felt it sliding down the back of her head. Shells however, looked back at the gym double doors with her lips pursed, “Are you waiting on someone?”

“Who? Me?” The blonde is anything but subtle, and it reminds of the time at the beach where they had the game with Hangman, “...Maybe.”

“...Does Evelyn know?”

“Nah.”

Beatrice blinked, ‘Don’t you think she should tho? She’s the team captain.” 

Shells purses her lips, with her hands propped on the curve of her waist, “...nah.” she repeats, giving her friend a wide toothy smile that just screamed ‘i did something for the heck of it’. And knowing Shells, it wouldn’t be surprising. Beatrice just huffed a laugh, stretching her arms over her head with a pleased grunt once she felt her joints popping.

Shells however, pulled out her phone, covering the screen with her opposite hand and smirking, which made Beatrice frown, “What are you planning?” she questions as the others are busy drinking water and far away from them. She would never look over someone's conversations…but she tried, tilting her head up to see what Shells was hiding from her, “Shells.”

“What?” the blonde questioned, sliding her phone into her sweatpants pocket with a shrug, still smiling, clearly amused by her friend’s suspicious gaze. Not long after that, they all hear the double doors open, with the sound of footsteps following just behind.

Evelyn, who was the closest to the door narrowed her eyes before muttering, “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

Beatrice blinked her wide eyes when she saw her boyfriend and the other officers marching in, all of them in workout clothes with Hangman being the one in front. Rooster looked around for a bit before his eyes met Bea’s, a brilliant smile on his face as she walked away from Shells to meet him, “Hey, gorgeous.” he coos, pecking her lips in a greeting when she’s in front of him.

“Hey,” her eyebrows furrow after pulling back, “Roos…what are you doing here?”

He looks at her then to Shells who’s hugging Bob closer to herself, then to Evelyn who looked less than amused. Realization slowly dawned on his face, “...Shells said you guys needed another team to train.” he says softly, furrowing his eyebrows “Because Evelyn asked.”

Beatrice widened her eyes, turning her neck to see Evelyn, who stood close by, immediately narrowed her eyes towards the blonde with her arms crossed. She stepped close, grabbing Shells by the arm and tugging her aside and away from Bob. “Oh…no, be right back,” she kissed him one last time before rushing to where the two women were currently discussing something quietly.

Evelyn was taller than pretty much all the girls, Bea was almost sure she was almost as tall as Bradley, so her towering figure over Shells was a bit intimidating. She caught parts of the conversation as she got closer, her blonde friend still grinning with her shoulders going up in a shrug as she heard “I thought it was a good idea,” coming out of her mouth.

Beatrice stood nearby, watching Evelyn place her hands on her hips like a disappointed mother, “You lied to bring them here by using my name.”

“Well, lying is a bit of a rough word.” Shells began, “I…tricked them by using your name.”

“...that makes me feel so much better Shells, thank you.” Evelyn scoffs, shaking her head while looking over her shoulder to where the officers stood close together, the other girls coming closer to understand what the hell was going on.

“I mean, honestly don’t you think it makes sense?” Shells asks, crossing her arms, “We’ll never know how good we got unless we play with someone else that isn’t us.” Beatrice had to admit that their friend had a very fair point, they’ve been training together three by three ever since they got there, it’d be nice to have someone else to train with.

Carmen then parts her mouth, “You know,” Evelyn snaps her head in her direction, ‘I hate to say it but…Shells has a good point.” The team captain looks at the other woman like she’s crazy, but Carmen just shrugs, “I mean, how the hell are we going to do it? We’ve been separating the team to train.” Shells gestures to Carmen with her eyebrows up in a ‘see?’ expression.

Jennifer and Eliza nod in agreement, with the youngest of the two looking back at the officers, “I mean, as long as they are nice with us I don’t know why not?” Shells gestures even more, shaking her hand for emphasis “If that’s okay with you,Ev. You are the team captain.”

Evelyn looked at each of them, excluding Shells who looked way too smug for her own liking, then back at the group of officers waiting for her to say something. She chewed her lower lip, exhaling heavily through her nose, “Fine, whatever.” she tosses her hand in the air, rolling her eyes when Shells throws both of her fists in the air with a loud ‘yes!’. “Tell them to make it to six, they have too many people.”

Shells rushed to the other side, with a huge smile on her face as she told them what to do. Halo,Phoenix and Bob went to the side sitting on the benches by the walls while the rest became a team of six. Rooster,Hangman,Payback,Coyote, Fanboy and Bob became their opposite team, “Done!”

“Lovely.” Evelyn said in her less than enthused voice, walking ahead to get closer to the net, “Who’s the team captain?” Hangman immediately lifts his arm with a smirk, ‘Of course you are.”

“We’ll be face to face sweetheart.” he says, “Isn’t that something?”

“Sure.” Evelyn sighs, looking back at the others as they got into their positions already, “Who’s going to count our score?” she turns her head to where the other three sat, with Phoenix raising her hand in response. “Alright, good. The first one that hits ten points, wins.”

Beatrice fixed her ponytail yet again, looking back to where Bradley was and she shouldn’t be surprised they were exact opposites. He met her gaze with a little grin, one she reciprocated with her face flushed, looking back at Evelyn when she noticed Jake was still talking.

“Let’s make a bet, sweetheart.” Evelyn was silent but she raised her eyebrow, “If we win, I get to take you out for dinner. Wherever you’d like to go.”

“You seem very confident you’ll win.” she says in a calm voice, spinning the ball on its axis on her palm, just like Beatrice did at the beach, “Which is hilarious really.”

“Well, say your part of the bet then.”

“Oh no, you don’t get to hear that yet.” she smirks, tossing the ball over her shoulder towards Beatrice who catches in mid air, “You just wait.” Evelyn had a way around the court that exuded confidence, so much that Jake just allowed her to give him that answer, absolutely mesmerized by her walking farther from the net to keep the distance between the two.

Evelyn looked back at Beatrice, who nodded at her little sign to get ready. The other girls had no idea what to expect, honestly feeling a bit intimidated by the muscular officers in front of them. Phoenix comes closer to the net, with a coin pinched between her index and middle fingers, “Okay, head or tails?”

“Tails.” Evelyn says quickly, keeping her eyes on Jake only moving her gaze away when she hears the light sound of metal being hit, following the coin as it flips up in the air for a couple seconds then falls down to the ground with another tinkling sound. It spins once, then twice, then stops…head first.

Jake smirks, “Well, better luck next time, sweetheart.” he says, opening his palm to her so he could take the ball. Beatrice walks up to Evelyn to give her the ball, and the woman slams the volleyball on the square of his chest, keeping it there before he grabs it from her hand.

“We’ll see.” Those are her final words before she backs away again, regaining the position she was before. All the girls had their eyes on the opposite team, but the guys noticed they looked more focused than distracted, even Bradley remembered how focused Bea was during a casual game at the beach.

The girls watched in complete silence, Evelyn having her eyes narrowed just enough, as Bradley spiked the ball - very nicely too, making Beatrice smile proudly- and the girls in front immediately blocked it from getting to their side, rallying amongst each other then tossing it back on the opposite side of the court with a slam.

Phoenix blinked, opening her phone to write down the score of 1-0, before her and Halo cheered the girls with claps, to which Hangman frowned, “Hey!” he gestured to the male officers then back at the two women “What side are you guys on?”

“Whoever wins!” Phoenix laughs, making the blonde aviator grumble in annoyance before he meets Evelyn’s smug brown colored eyes across the court, the woman supporting her weight on her knees and maintaining eye contact. The ball rolls to the girls’ side and the team turns clockwise, meaning that now Hangman and Eliza are facing each other instead.

Phoenix and Halo watched the game with interest, the two women sitting side by side with their hands supporting their chins as they watched the girls’ score get higher and higher for a good while, until the boys finally managed to score a point. It didn’t seem to bother Evelyn at all, she was still calm and collected, watching the male officers with the gaze of a hawk.

Whatever sort of silent language the girls had, it was working, because they were fast - very fast- blocking and tallying their shots every now and again. Of course they weren’t invincible, but they were able to prevent the boys’ score from getting higher for a good while. 

It wasn’t until both teams rotated so that Bradley and Beatrice were looking at each other across the net, the brunette not being able to hold back her smile ,”You are doing pretty good.”

Bradley panted, laughing softly, licking his dry lips before speaking, “You guys are giving us a run for our money though, gorgeous.” he wiped a bead of sweat that trailed down his temple with the back of his wrist, dropping his gaze down her thick thighs while using his hand to shield his eyes.

“Brad,” he lowers his hand, seeing his girlfriend narrow her eyes playfully, “Are you ogling me?”

It takes him a few seconds, but he chuckles, “Yeah. I am…why don’t we come up with a bet of our own?” she blinks at him, waiting for him to continue, “Whoever loses does anything the other wants. Doesn’t have to be later today - but it would still be very nice if it was - think of it as…a ticket you can use whenever you want.”

She laughs softly, looking back at her own team seeing they are all talking amongst each other before they start again, “Anything?” his eyes darken but he nods, “...okay,I’m game. Seems a better option than what Hangman offered Evelyn.” 

Bradley smirked, leaning closer to the net until their faces were inches apart, with the only thing separating the two was the square mesh which didn’t prevent his hot breath from hitting Beatrice’s lips, “Good, because I already have a few ideas in mind.”

“Oh?” she counters, arching her eyebrow at him, “You think you guys will still win?” her confident response being followed by her amused laugh only made his smile widen, “That’s very funny Brad.”

“Is it? It’s like you have ideas of your own.”

Much like he did to her minutes ago, Beatrice let her green eyes drag down the whole length of his body then back up, rolling her lower lip into her mouth with a smile, “Maybe I do.” she says breathily, meeting his low lidded stare and enjoying how he seemed to be focused on–

“If you two stop the eye fucking during the game,we’d appreciate it a whole lot.” comes Evelyn’s voice from behind, making Beatrice blush a light red and the others - especially Shells- laugh in return. Beatrice gives Bradley one final glance before she steps farther from the net with him doing just the same with the smirk still present on his face. The brunette sent the team captain an apologetic smile and a shrug, to which Evelyn just shook her head with the ghost of an amused smile.

When Bradley took the stand as the middle blocker, something happened with their team. Beatrice wasn’t distracted, no matter if she could see the muscles rippling when he jumped or how his thighs flexed under the soft shorts he wore, she had a job to do…but Bradley was determined to win it seemed. When the ball hit their side of the court, after much tallying back and forth, she looked back at her boyfriend with wide eyes, the pilot holding up his finger to signal they just made another point against them.

Beatrice huffed, she loved Bradley, but she had no plans in losing either. She kept her eyes on him when his team rotated yet again thinking that he just did that because he wanted to throw her off a bit. But they continued like that, this back and forth with points until they were both neck in neck with their scores.

9-9 for both. They had to make one point to end this game, which while friendly, brought the most competitive side out of the girls and that was what Evelyn wanted. She should thank Shells once the game is done with.

Beatrice and Bradley met their gazes yet again, but they were back to their original positions when the game started. Her boyfriend just gave her another cheeky smile, waggling his eyebrows at her as she tossed the ball from hand to hand. She tsked under her breath, bouncing a bit on her feet to gain momentum before she leaped and spiked the ball over the net. 

The boys blocked it, tossing amongst each other before trying to gain another point, but now all of them were on high alert. The two female officers watching couldn’t say how long they saw the ball bouncing around without hitting any sides of the court, but it was incredibly amusing to see them try to score a point.

Beatrice widened her eyes at a sudden spike from Fanboy, the ball going from Carmen to Jennifer then towards her. She had to kill this one. So she had no other doubts but to put her arms in the dig position and slam the inside of her wrists to the ball that immediately flung over the net. There was a scramble of voices, the squeak of sneakers running on the boys’ side of the court as they tried to prevent it, but the ball hit the hard floor signaling Beatrice's team’s victory.

The girls shouted with elation, hugging each other and especially hugging Beatrice who gave their team the victory shot, Evelyn ruffling her hair so much some of it came out of her ponytail. All of them were panting and huffing with exertion, Jake being the one that handed the ball over back to Evelyn, “Well,” he pants, “You won. What’s your part of the bet?”

Evelyn held the ball on the curve of her waist, her chest still heaving, “My part of the bet, well…” she thought about it, “...If we win on Saturday, you get to take me out.”

“...wait, but–”

“Take it or leave it.” Evelyn’s full lips curl into an amused smile, “Do you want to go out with me?” he clacks his mouth shut and nods, “Then you should wait until Saturday and hope we win. Be a patient boy.” she chuckles, tapping his wet cheek twice before she walks away to set the ball back inside the gym’s storage room.

Beatrice looked up when she felt Bradley’s presence right next to her, his tall frame blocking some of the fluorescent lights above their heads, “So…” she drawls, tilting her head at him, “We won.” he hums positively, smirking a bit to himself, “And I guess I have my ticket now don’t I?”

“You do, pretty girl.” he coos, leaning down to whisper against her ear, “When do you plan on using it?’

“Oh,I don’t know.” with the other officers talking to the girls, introducing themselves really, they weren’t paying attention to Rooster and Bea, so she draped her arms over his sweaty neck “I’ll have to think about it.”

Rooster chuckles, “Fair.” he says before kissing her lips, breaking apart with a soft smack, tucking a wet strand of hair behind her ear, “You guys were great, you’ll do amazing this Saturday.”

Beatrice’s smile softened, “I hope so, Roos…you guys weren’t that bad either you know?” she says, rubbing the side of his face with her thumb. Even if she was still a bit nervous about Saturday, she had to admit they did really good and there was a chance of them winning. 

-

They didn’t stay long after that, especially since the sun was already going down and they had to get out before it got really dark. Plus they were all sweaty and uncomfortable, with Rooster driving the two back to her house to shower because neither of them could stand much more of their body sticking like that.

They showered separately, which made him pout because he kept saying how that would yet again save up water, getting back down to her couch once they were both squeaky clean. Her legs were on top of his thighs that were covered by a different type of sweatpant - this one was dark blue with red and white stripes on the sides- while her own legs were covered by thin checkered pajama pants that would rise up everytime he petted her legs on his lap.

She had to admit she was a bit sore from today’s practice, she did go all out, so she appreciated his big hands massaging her legs as his eyes were locked on the tv. Her smile widened at how good he looked no matter what, looking at him with heart eyes as he kept his own vision locked on the Drag Race episode. She inhaled happily, finally relaxing after such a day, coming back home with him has been the best of these fourteen days.

“Do you think Ru did the right thing keeping Kandy?” he mutters, narrowing his eyes at the screen, to where Beatrice turned her gaze to, “I mean, Symone I understand…but, it’s not normal is it?”

“Well, Ru owns the show, she can do whatever she wants really.” she says back, supporting her head on a hand, chuckling at how his face soured a bit, still rubbing her leg, “I’m so glad you like it though, not a lot of straight guys do.”

“It’s a very fun show.” he says while leaning back on the couch, “And it shows stuff I’ve never really seen before, it opens your eyes really.”

God, could he be even more perfect? Beatrice hummed, turning her body around with some difficulty so she could sit on his lap, which he didn’t complain at all, just wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed a kiss to her temple. One of his hands slid under the large shirt to caress right below her ribs but never going higher than that, while the other held her thighs close to himself.

They sat in silence, with the casual presence of Jolene chewing her sock monkey underneath Bradley’s straightened legs on the coffee table, watching the episode with just a few comments about it and sharing a couple kisses.

Beatrice could only sigh happily, everything was going…so well for the two of them. They were in a relationship, they loved each other, her family loved him and he was so supportive she couldn’t be more appreciative of him. The goblin voice in her brain said it was going too good, way too good and it’d turn sour soon but she didn’t believe it, Bradley wasn’t Eric, Bradley was one of the best men she’s ever met and…she could have this thing with him. She could, even if her fears sometimes would try to choke her happiness away it’d never last.

“Baby.”

“Hm?” she says with her eyes closed and her ear to his chest, listening to his heartbeat as if it was a melody.

“You got very quiet, are you sleepy?” honestly, she was a little bit, nuzzling the bare skin of his chest with a quiet grunt, “Do you want to go to bed?”

“Not yet…” she whispers, curling herself a bit more on his lap so she could be comfortable, “I’m okay here.”

Rooster chuckles, her soft voice turning drowsy the more she spoke “You sure?” she nods, smiling sweetly with her eyes closed. It doesn’t take long for her breathing to get even and her body to relax on top of his, her soft lavender scented hair sprawled over his chest as she dozed off peacefully.

He looked down at her with pure adoration in his gaze, pressing one more kiss to the top of her head while bringing her closer to his chest so she wouldn’t roll away if she moved. God, he loved this and her…he didn’t want it to end. But his leave was reaching it’s final days, unfortunately. He almost forgot he had only fourteen days to be with her, he’s gotten so used to being here surrounded by her scent and her presence that he’d definitely miss it when he goes back to his apartment.

Of course he could visit, but it wouldn’t be the same…unless she spent some time with him too, which knowing her, she'd agree. She could even bring Jolene if she wanted to, there were people with pets in his building plus he’d like the company. He’ll suggest it to her later when she wakes up, smiling when she murmured his name in her sleep and nuzzled even closer. She tucks her hands between her chest and his own, breathing out in relief as she did so, as if she wanted to remember he was still there.

Rooster just kissed the top of her head, then turned his attention back to the show while his hand still caressed underneath her shirt.

[sylviacxt]

SAVIOUR – LEE JENO

Chapter 1 - The First Meeting

Genre : car dealer!jeno, office worker!reader, crushes to lovers, slowburn, fluff, angst.

Word count : 1.1k 

Playlist : No scrubs – TLC, SUGAR - Brockhampton

Where y/n decides whether she wants to get involved with a man who has an interesting background. 

120 km/h

100 km/h

70 km/h

40 km/h

0 km/h

Shit

Just as you were thinking if you had any spare tyres in the car boot, you looked in the rear view mirror and saw a rough man approaching. He looked pretty intimidating so you didn’t dare budge. You’ve heard of stories like this before, where someone purposely punctures your tyres to rob you. The man aggressively knocked on the window of the car, demanding your attention. You slowly turned to look at him, instantly panicking and grabbing your phone. Thank heavens your windows were heavily tinted. With shaky hands, you dialled your dad’s number, pressing 1 on the speed dial.

“Ma’am, I just want to have a word with you” the man on the opposite side of the door said.

Knock knock knock.

“Ma’am” he repeated, this time louder.

This time you heard your heartbeat instead.

Three more seconds go by before–

“MA’AM!” you flinched.

“Hello?” the familiar gravelly voice appeared on the other end of the line.

Instant relief came over you as you sighed out.

“Dad…. I think someone’s trying to rob me and I have a flat tyre and I-I’m pulled over on the side of the road” you rambled quietly.

The knocking stopped momentarily. You saw the man retreating back to his car, for what purposes you do not know.

Dad’s authoritative tone instantly came on. “Okay, don’t panic sweetheart. Just tell me where you are and I’ll be right there with the cops.”

“Umm…..” you squinted at the signboard ahead of you.

“I’m t-two kilometres away from OH MY GOD DAD HE HAS A METAL POLE” you screamed as you saw the man approaching in the side mirror with his new weapon in hand.

Just then, Jeno, on his way to work saw two cars pulled up ahead on the left side of the road, thinking it was an accident. Driving slowly, a threatening man holding a metal pole came into view.

What the fuck ?

Jeno instantly stopped his car in front of both of the cars, locked the doors and got out. He hurried onto the scene, anger consuming him as he got closer.

Just as the man was about to shatter the window with the pole, Jeno pushed him off balance, standing between him and the car. The metal pole fell out of the man’s grasp onto the ground.

“What do you think you’re doing ?” Jeno raised his voice.

“None of your business. Get out of my way.” the man told him, simultaneously looking for the weapon that fell.

Jeno quickly skimmed the front driver seat and made out a vague shadow of a woman on the phone.

“You bastard” Jeno growled.

Jeno went up to the man and punched him in the face, hurting his knuckles just as much as the man’s jaw did.

The man groaned, blood seeping through his teeth. “Suit yourself” he spoke after collecting himself.

The both of them sparred punches at each other, Jeno getting the better of the man after kicking him in the balls and knocking his head out.

The man fell cold, dirt covering his clothes from the tarmac.

Jeno then contacted the police, conversation kept short.

You gasped, watching the scene unfold before you.

“Sweetheart, are you okay?” your dad’s voice came through hastily, laced with concern.

“Yes, dad. You don’t have to call the cops anymore. Someone is here” you breathed out and assured him.

Your dad, sensing your steady tone replied, “Okay, text me when you get home. I’ll see you tonight.”

You hung up the phone, slipping it into your pocket. You got out of the car, ready to thank your saviour.

Jeno glanced up at the sound of a car door being shut. A young brunette ran over to him, greeting him cautiously.

“Um, hi” you waved at him, avoiding eye contact. You grew nervous before thanking him to which he brushed off.

“Its no problem, he had no business doing that” he said, voice raspy from the violent workout.

“Will he be okay?” you tentatively asked, looking at the ground.

Jeno raised an eyebrow, amused at your concern for the man that tried to attack you.

“Yeah, I just put him to sleep for a bit. Don’t worry, I already called the police. They’re on their way.” Jeno said, now feeling his head pounding.

Jeno winced at the bruising pain he was starting to feel on his face.

You slowly looked up at him, noticing he had a cut on his left eyebrow and blood dripping on the side of his face.

“You’re bleeding” you sucked in a breath and pulled him by the hand towards your car, taking Jeno by surprise.

You opened the car door of the backseat, gesturing for him to get in before pulling the first aid kit from under the seat. You opened the box and used the cotton to stop the bleeding as best as you could.

Jeno hissed at the pressure applied to his wound, grabbing your wrist as a reflex.

“Sorry” you mumbled, then noticing his knuckles were also bruised and cut.

You gulped, feeling guilty, the adrenaline wearing off slowly. Looking at his injuries, you were starting to get to grips with the situation and felt yourself getting emotional over what could’ve happened had the guy in front of you not appear sooner.

You sniffled, trying your best to not cry in front of the stranger while working on his face. Blinking away your tears, Jeno took notice of the change in atmosphere.

“Hey, hey. Look at me” Jeno held your cheek.

“He’s gone now, okay? You’re safe”

“But I hurt you” you blurted out.

“No, angel. Don’t blame yourself for something that was out of your control.”

You could only nod your head at his words.

You finished patching up his injuries in silence, waiting for the police to arrive.

Tension filled the space, with you glancing at him only just realising your saviour was a handsome young chap with ripped jeans and a navy-blue sweater adorning his body. Metal rings decorating his slender fingers.

Flashes of blue and red interrupted your thoughts.

Soon after, the place was cleared up and the attacker was taken by the police into custody.

“Thanks officer” you said.

“Just doing my job”

“Need a ride?” Jeno asked, referring to your car being towed.

“I guess so” you glanced back at your car.

Jumping into his sleek black lexus, you wondered what his name was. So you asked him.

“It’s Jeno” he glanced at you over the steering wheel.

“I like it” you smiled.

You caught his first smile of the day. It was adorable.

“And yours, angel?”

“Y/n”

[tickledpink31]

Coming off from my previous ask, imagine the Twst boys and staff surprised when they're invited to a concert of "Twisted Wonderland Six the Musical edition" of Minako and her relatives singing with the ghosts of their 9-times great Grandmothers/Ancestors, who sre literal forgotten historical figures just jamming out songs like theirs no tommorow

Lilia and Crowley are like: (⊙_☉) Minty? (they mean Minuette) Nelly? (they mean Ornella) You're alive?!

Everyone else is a little confused. Who are these women? Why do I feel like I've seen two of them in old pictures before? And why does one of them look so much like Minako?

The confused lot includes Malleus (invited to an event, yay!) who is canonically 178 years old and is not old enough to remember the Moseleys. However, the bedtime stories that Lilia has been telling him about mice and rabbits are coming back.

Aside from the confusion though, NRC is really digging Six the Musical. Minako looks great dancing in her green Anne Boleyn outfit.

Leona is awake out of respect for Minako and her relatives(?) onstage. He may look bored, but really he's thinking, "This Henry VIII dude sounds like he should get beheaded." Ruggie and Jack are cheering like, "yeah, stick it to that asshole. Go queens!"

Light Music Club members are cheering with glow sticks and singing along. They're the rowdiest audience, members. You'll find Kalim, Cater, and Lilia begging Minako to perform covers with them for the songs.

Vil is quite fond of the production (if you could call it that) altogether. He can tell that whoever the was lyricist was had fun writing the songs. He can behind Minako's energy in "Don't Lose Your Head" and manic characterization of Anne. Who knew that that girl could act and sing? He'll be convincing her to come to the Film Studies Club after the performance is done.

Unsurprisingly, Rook "Beauté! 100 points!" Hunt is a fan. He loves "Haus of Holbein" the most. He's probably into learning about weird and deadly beauty trends of the past.

Epel tries so hard to not like something so girly, but it's so catchy that he starts tapping his foot and eventually gives in to cheer along to the songs.

Crewel is like, "Where did Minako get those costumes, and how do I make one?" Mozus doesn't like pop music too much, but he likes the historical aspect of the musical. Ashton quite likes the music and asks Minako to help him download the songs on his playlist for his workout routine. Sam makes a profit by having bootleg videos of the show for sale, like one of those illegally recorded Broadway shows, and they sell out within a couple of hours.

[stardustintheabyss]

MHA SingingSoulmate!au

Harmonies of the Heart series Part 1

Prohero!Kirishima x gn!reader

Your soulmate can hear you sing (and yes some of the boys & y/n are dumb & can't recognize talking voices from your singing voices)

Warnings ⚠️ curse words, they are a staple in my vocabulary idgaf

A/n: WOOOO HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE LOML, MY FAVORITE REDHEAD, THE BRIGHTEST SUNSHINE, MY #1 COMFORT CHARACTER. EIJIROU KIRISHIMA!! damn these 11th hr birthday posts are popping out of me. Is this my best? Probably not but it isss what it issss. I have at least 3 more planned for this series (hopefully I can get them done before an hour until their bds are over 🥲) Also this is my first gn!reader so sorry if they're are any mistakes! 😅

Edited A/N: WHY THE FUCK DID I THINK HIS BD WAS ON THE 10TH AND WORKED MY ASS OFF TO GET IT OUT WHEN I HAD 6 MORE DAYS?! 😭😭😭

It's been about 2 years since you found your gym buddies that turned into friends. You've heard them refer to themselves as the "Bakusquad", how you fell in with a group of pro heros as a workout buddy you'll never know. Not that you're complaining, you love their chaotic energy. Currently you were on the way to your gym to meet them. You were blasting your favorite playlist, Throne by  Bring Me the Horizon had just come on and you started to sing along.

Remember the moment you left me alone and

Broke every promise you ever made

I was an ocean, lost in the open

Nothin' could take the pain away

Suddenly a second voice could be heard in your head. The rough gravelly voice of your soulmate.

So you can throw me to the wolves

Tomorrow I will come back

Leader of the whole pack

Beat me black and blue

Every wound will shape me

Every scar will build my throne...

You smirked. It seemed your soulmate always sang along with you if he knew the song. Which to be fair is why you always played this playlist. He knew most of the songs. The duet came to an end as you pulled into the parking lot but one of your favorite songs came on next. So you did the logical thing and stayed in the car to sing your heart out.

Choke me like you hate me, but you love me

Lowkey wanna date me when you fuck me (uwu)

Touch me with the lights off and my chains on

Baby, I'm not the right one you should wait on...

After your solo you made your way into the gym to meet your friends. "Y/n! You're finally here! You missed it, Kiri nearly died!" Mina and Kami yelled.

"What?!" You shouted. "Is he ok?" Your panic had nothing to do with the teeny tiny crush you had on the red head. He WAS your friend after all.

"Yeah. Bro just choked on his protein drink out of nowhere is all." Sero filled in.

You calmed down and laughed scolding Mina & Kaminari. "Oh. Don't scare me like that jeez!"

Kirishima made his way to your line of sight, a heavy blush covering his cheeks. "Hey its not my fault my soulmate decided to sing something hot—" his rosy cheeks darkened," uh unexpected while I was taking a drink."

"Enough about your dumb love life. Are we going to work out or what." Bakugo grumble. That was all you guys needed to get your asses moving. For the next few hours you rotated on the equipment trying to one up eachother. Everyone had their own that they excelled in. Mina was queen of hip thrusts, Sero ruled anything that had to do with shoulders, Kami would put a wash board to shame with he abs he had, Bakugo was obviously #1 at arms (& everything else if you ask him) and Kiri you swore could damn near dead lift a car. And you apparently had "crush a watermelon thighs" or so Kami & Mina told you.

After the gruesome workout everyone piled into your car to go to your guys favorite post workout cafe. Yours was the only one that could fit all of you. Yes everybody could take their own ride but where's the fun in that. Bakugo always brought his motorcycle, Kirishima his truck, Mina's convertible and Sero and Kami rode skateboards. So you were the designated chauffeur.

Mina shouted, "SHOTGUN!" Seconds before Bakugo.

"YOU RODE SHOTGUN LAST TIME YOU ALIEN!" He yelled.

"Go cry about it." She stuck he tongue out at him as she slipped into the passenger seat. As you were pulling out onto the road Mina started to look for music on your phone. Usually whoever rides passenger uses their own phone but you had already plugged in yours while the group was bickering about who was sitting where. However Mina, your dear friend, liked to snoop through peoples playlists. "Ooh what's 'Favorites that we mostly duet ❤'  Y/n?" She said giving you knowing side eye look while scrolling.

Your face was warm and not just from the workout. "Um, songs I like to sing along to?" She wasn't buying it. "Ok fine. Its mostly songs my soulmate and I sing together." You pouted sheepishly.

"Hmm. Lotta punk/alternative rock & emo music in here. But also some hella good pop bangers. Kiri I see lots of the bands you listen to." Mina observed. She clicked on a song and you heard familiar vocals of Sam Tinnesz.

Oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh

I've got that lightnin' inside me

Son of a God

I'm like a titan that's risin'

Oh, just you watch

I'm steppin' into fate

There is no time to waste

I've got that lightnin' inside me

This is how legends are made...

"Really? Cool, your soulmate has good taste then." You saw that gorgeous smile of his in your rearveiw mirror.

"Your taste in music is ass, Shitty Hair." Bakugo rolled his eyes.

"Hey don't rag on other peoples music tastes dude. We don't say nothin when we listen to your classic rock love ballads." Kami interjected.

Bakugo crossed his arms "Tch. Whatever."

As you made the final turn to your destination a new song played. One that always make you feel like a bad bitch. And Mina shared the sentiment. She screeched, "AH THIS IS MY JAM!"

"BRO ME TOO! IF WE WERENT IN THE CAR I'D DO THE DANCE!" Kami screamed.

"SAME BESTIE!" Mina squealed. Kami & Mina started to sing along.

...I said certified freak, seven days a week

Wet ass pussy, make that pullout game weak, woo! (Ah)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, you fucking with some wet ass pussy

Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet ass pussy

Give me everything you got for this wet ass pussy...

You giggled how into they were. Pretty soon Sero was singing also & they were trying to get you to sing as well. You shook your head. You didn't really sing in front of people but you couldn't say no. So you started when your favorite part came up.

...Your honor, I'm a freak bitch, handcuffs, leashes

Switch my wig, make him feel like he cheating

Put him on his knees, give him some' to believe in

Never lost a fight, but I'm looking for a beating

In the food chain, I'm the one that eat ya

If he ate my ass, he's a bottom feeder

Big D stand for big demeanor

I could make ya bust before I ever meet ya

If it don't hang, then he can't bang

You can't hurt my feelings, but I like pain

If he fuck me and ask, "Whose is it?"

When I ride the dick, I'ma spell my name, ah...

Finishing the song as you pulled up to the coffee shop you heard Bakugo & Kirishima talking in hushed tones. Kiri's face was flushed & Bakugo had an amused smirk on his face. Everyone got out of the car & as you were about to step into the shop Kiri grabbed your wrist, stirring up the butterflies in your stomach. "Um, hey Y/n can we talk for a sec?" He looked nervous.

"Hey you guys coming or what?" Kami asked.

Bakugo pulled him away by the ear & into the Cafe to me up with Sero & Mina. "Come on Pikachu, give Rock Head  & Y/n a minute."

"Sure, is everything okay?" You asked turned to Kirishima.

"Yeah, it's just," he licked his lips, "maybe it's better if I just show you. Do you mind if we go back in the car? I'm kinda self conscious about it..." You lifted your brow. "It's nothing pervy! I swear!"

You laid a hand hand on his chest and patted, "I know. Your not like that. I was just teasing you." Unlocking and getting in the car you turned to fully face him. "Okay what is it Red." His ears tinged scarlet at the nickname. They always did, you found it adorable.

He fiddled with his fingers."Uh, I hate to keep asking favors but could you close your eyes please?"

"Oh shush." You told him closing your eyes. "It's not a problem."

He released a shakey breath and soon you heard a familiar song. You cocked your head to the side wondering where this was going. Suddenly your favorite sound found your way to your ears. A sound you have only heard in your head previously. A rough gravelly voice that made your knees weak & your heart soar.

...Double bubble disco queen

Headed to the guillotine

Skin as cool as Steve McQueen

Let me be your killer king

It hurts until it stops

Your eyes snapped open. Eijirou Kirishima was your soulmate. You'd been around him for two fucking years & somehow neither of you had realized. You grabbed his clasped hands. His knuckles were white from gripping g them so hard. He wasn't looking at you. He was still singing.

We will love until it's not

I'm a killing spree in white

Eyes like broken Christmas lights

You ducked down a little while tilting his face up with your other hand. Tears were beginning to stream down you cheeks. His eyes widend in panic and he began to try and wipe your tears away. But you had a duet to sing. You smiled warmly at him.

My touch is black and poisonous

And nothing like my punch drunk kiss

I know you need it

Do you feel it

Drink the water

Drink the wine

Eijirou couldn't believe it. His gym crush. His friend. You were really his soulmate. So he did the only thing he knew what to do. He sang with his love.

Oh we gotta turn up the crazy

Livin' like a washed up celebrity

Shooting fireworks like it's the fourth of July

Until we feel all right

Until we feel all right...

By the time the song came to an end your cheeks hurt from smiling. You whispered, "Hey soulmate."

"Hi, soulmate." He whispered back before leaning in slightly. You met him the rest of the way. Your kiss was the softess kiss you've ever had. It was like he was afraid to break you. The grip he had on your waist was gentle but firm. As if you might disappear from him. Breaking the kiss he held his forehead against yours. "So I guess we should probably go in before the squad gets suspicious."

Sighing happily you agreed. "I mean we should go in, I'm starving." After getting out of the car for a second time you grabbed his had, lacing your fingers through his. "But I don't really care if they are suspicious or not." Your friends were looking at the both of you through the window.

"You know what? I don't either." Eijirou said before leaning down to kiss you again. You smiled into the kiss after hearing the outrageous shouting coming from your friends. Eijirou pulled away but barely. "So if I treat you to coffee or whatever you want does this count as a date?" He gave you that dazzling smile.

You chuckled. "If you want it too." You pecked him on the cheek. He grinned back at you all goofy.. "It's a date then!" You couldn't wait for all the duets to be sung together while being able to look into those sparkling ruby eyes. Side by side you made your way in together, your hearts in harmony with eachother.