#time to hit up burpee again

[bettermetalgoat]

Leaking

I have a water leak just outside my house. I suspect I will lose some of my flowers due to repairs. Ow.

[southislandwren]

I already know clarinet prof is gonna yell at me for not practicing but in my defense. I am overwhelmed with my actual schoolwork to the point of a two-week long severe mental health crisis. So clarinet is not exactly high on my list of priorities

[sigh-tofm]

if you’re a gym rat… (some 18+)

… price

- gets back into it. has always had a certain level of physique he’s had to keep up being in the army, but he isn’t the young sergeant he once was anymore. still, he usually jogs twice a week and lifts some weights when time allows.

- that is, until you start pulling him along. early morning leg sessions with the sunrise and lighthearted planking contests during the footie halftime. equally enjoys getting back into the workout game, spending time with you and getting to look at your body in the tight gym wear. especially loves the the soft pudge at the bottom of your stomach and the way all of you jiggle when you do burpees.

- showers with you after the fact. long, steamy showers in each other’s arms. no sex in there (you’re both sore and the floor is slippery), but it’s not necessary. you’re content with the hot water massaging your spent muscles and the feeling of your solid lover around you.

… kyle

- hypes you up. already spends more time in the gym than you do, so he knows every exercise and machine in and out. eagerly teaches you everything and anything you ask him about. never lets anyone else spot you, always does it himself. especially likes spotting your squats.

- follows your pace, whether that means exhausting himself for you or slowing down for you. will join you on hill sprints and long distance runs, but is thankful he gets to hold the stop watch and blow the whistle when you do beep tests.

- thinks the act of exercising together can be as intimate as sex itself. getting to observe and explore each other bodies, each other’s strengths and weaknesses. half of it is a mental game and not too unlike kink, he thinks, as you groan and contort your face while pushing your feet into to ground, tensing your muscles into the belt to help with the deadlift. he nods approvingly when you straighten your back and breath out at the top of the lift. ‘one more for me, baby.’

… johnny

- eggs you on. like kyle, always helps you go harder, faster, longer, but does it by way of teasing. ‘that all, then? come oan, ye had more in ye last night.’ always toes the line between encouraging and infuriating, but to his credit he also tricks you into lifting the bar one more time instead of putting it down.

- jogs become races and walks become dogwalks. johnny is restless even if you’re both coming straight from an intense hiit-session. if you’ve decided on a leisurely pace, johnny will run ahead and circle back, take detours to look at interesting buildings and natural features, and constantly weave left and right on the path ahead or behind you, like a border collie.

- does not mind the sweat after a session. will eat you out in the parking lot until the car windows fog up. eventually pulls your panties back up and pat your belly over them, only to drive back home and do it all over again in the shower.

… ghost

- never leaves you. you’d think he keeps up a pretty strict routine with that pure strength he possesses, but he will drop anything if you suggest going hiking or practice a specific form. nothing is too boring, basic or easy if he’s doing it with you. that includes yoga, where you are actually leagues ahead of him in balance and flexibility. the only thing he has going for him is his sniper’s patience.

- effortlessly lifts the bar up when spotting your bench presses and you hit failure. leans down over the bar to kiss your nose while you catch your breath. ‘look at tha’. i’ll take ten kilos off, let’s end this on a high note.’ won’t hear your protests about how that’s not how it’s done, and make you do another rep with less weight, to keep the muscle memory of perfect form.

- ends each session with you practicing grip, which is something you both need to work on, you’ll hang face to face on the power rack and simultaneously try not to laugh while also gripping the bar for as long as you can. having an excuse to look you dead in the eyes is simon’s favourite part of each session.

[alexrose000]

Diet. Workouts. Lifestyle

We are now entering a period wherein we adopt the culture of South Korean artists, especially their food, exercises, clothes, dramas, and music.

Have you ever wondered why K-pop idols and actors are so skinny?

K-idols and actors balance and are strict with their lifestyles, including their workouts and food intakes.

Who wouldn't like to be as skinny as them? Let's start to be fit before the year ends.

First, be determined to workout once or twice a week at your convenience for thirty minutes to one hour. There are a lot of workout exercises on YouTube right now; you just have to do them and make a choice on which exercise is best for you. For me, cardio workouts standing I usually do once a week. First year of pandemic, usually I do workouts every day. Yeah, I was satisfied. In two weeks, I did achieve abs and became skinnier. Some of us hit the gym to become fit, which is also good.

But let's see how K-pop idols and actors do their workouts. As they said, before you make your debut in a group, you must undergo a series of training sessions in proper exercise, diet, singing, dancing, etc. Let's focus on their workout.

4th Generation Le Sserafim workout routine: 100 jumping jacks, 4x25 burpees, 2x10 jump squats (holding ears), 1 song plank crawl, 2x10 plank up and down, 2x10 plank twist, and 75 crunches

Girls Generation leg workout routine: 15 thigh hovers, 20 squats, 10 side planks, 20 inner thigh lifts, 15 hip kicks, 15 high knees, 10 lunges, and 19 hip raises

Blackpink Jennie Kim does pilates exercise for one to two hours for five days in a week. This helps to be flexible, strengthen, and tone the body.

BTS’s Jungkook Workout Routine: Knowing Jk, he does boxing exercises in his Weverse Live, but he also does 20 squats, 20 pushups, 20 jump squats, 20 pike pushups, 10 planks, 20 mountain climbers, 15 burpees, 20 crunches, 20 leg raises, and 20 Superman’s exercises to achieve his amazing toned body.

Exercise has advantages; it helps our brains improve, helps us manage our weight, strengthens our bones and muscles, improves our daily activities, and has a low disease risk (don't abuse it too much because it may also have a great risk in our body).

Second is food. Who doesn't like food? Do you know kpop idols and actors are forbidden from eating condiments, sweets, fried chicken, tteokbokki, pastry, ice cream, noodles, hamburgers, and jokbal before they debut as artists because they need to have a slim or skinny figure? They undergo really strict diets.

In the Philippines, there are a lot of fast food chains and restaurants opening from time to time.

Salt is usually what we put in our food, but have you heard that if we intake too much salt, there is a bad risk to the body? Salt intake in excess can be associated with disease, weight gain, and much more, but for us Filipinos, we can't remove it from our foods. We are fond of eating noodles, junk foods, fast foods, and restaurants. I read a lot of articles about how some salty foods can cause swelling. Sweets can gain us weight, and articles show they tend to give us acne or pimples. As per my experience, I am very observant about it. Back when I was in high school, I loved eating sweets like chocolates, candies, and much more, which gave me acne on my face and on my back. In time, I stopped eating chocolate, any sweets, and milk too. It slowly disappears, but then again, consult a physician for more information. Meat is really delicious, but the fatty part is no good if eaten too much, especially if you are really on a diet. The breadings, sauces, and ingredients we put on them are sometimes bad for our health. chicken, preferably the breast part for those on a diet.

Let's see how K-pop artists eat.

For IU, apple, sweet potato, and protein shake for a day

Suzy Bae ate one chicken breast and a banana for breakfast and drank a glass of milk. For lunch, she ate brown rice and a small vegetable salad. She finished the day with two sweet potatoes.

Blackpink Jennie's low-sodium (salt) diet, detox juices, and salad with avocado

That’s why they could lose weight in a short period of time. Remember to drink water.

I'm not saying it is bad, but in moderation, did you know that home-cooked food is still the best for me because we can control it on our own? Eating vegetables and fruits can also help us in our diet, but it really depends on a person's lifestyle and diet. There are a lot of apps now that you could try to help us plan our meals and exercises. We just need the determination within ourselves.

Wait for Part 2! for a more extensive how-to diet

[ltkarma]

❛   i swear i'm not usually this clumsy ... ❜ the wide hazel doe eyes might give that impression - but it's a well rehearsed lie covered with a rehearsed confident sentiment. truth is , this is the second time she's pulled her ankle during personal pt in as many weeks and this time the swelling is more than enough to send her over to the actual e.r. the swelling should be enough to tell her that hitting that many burpees followed by an unrelenting run up the cement stairs that lead from the coast to the road is probably too much.

she knows damn well it is. but it's getting to that time of year. the time that she feels the need to punish herself just that little but more. the time when the pain hurts the most and anything else she can add pushes her through the worst of it.

❛   i also swear to never show up here again if you have better news than it's broken - because you have no idea how much i really don't need that right now ... ❜

starter for @surgcns

[cozyfitcorner]

Transform Your Fitness Journey with Easy Home Workouts: No Gym Needed!

Hey there, fitness enthusiasts! 🌟 Struggling to find time for the gym? Or maybe you're just not a fan of crowded spaces and hefty membership fees. No worries! You can get fit right at home with some simple, effective workouts and a few must-have tools. Plus, I’ve got a special recommendation that has totally transformed my home workout routine! Let's dive in.

Why Home Workouts Rock

Imagine waking up, rolling out of bed, and starting your workout within minutes. That’s the beauty of home workouts—ultimate convenience. You don't have to worry about gym hours or commuting; it's all on your schedule. Besides saving precious time, think about the money you'll save. No more expensive gym memberships or travel costs.

Working out at home also means you have complete privacy. Forget about feeling self-conscious or dealing with crowded spaces. It's just you, your workout, and your goals. Plus, you can tailor your exercise routine to fit your mood and energy levels on any given day, giving you the flexibility to mix things up and keep it interesting.

Home Workout Must-Haves

Before we jump into the routines, let's talk gear. Having the right equipment can make a massive difference in your workout efficiency and enjoyment.

First on the list is a cozy yoga mat. It's perfect for everything from yoga to ab workouts, providing comfort and support. Next, grab some versatile dumbbells. They are ideal for building strength and toning muscles. Don’t forget handy resistance bands. These lightweight bands are super effective for a range of exercises.

For cardio lovers, a jump rope is a must. It's fun and great for improving coordination. And finally, let me introduce you to a game-changer in home fitness: Multi-functional Folding Push Up Board. This amazing tool has completely revamped my workouts. It’s easy to use, versatile, and perfect for any fitness level. Trust me, you’ll want to check it out here.

Kickass Home Workout Routines

Whether you’re just starting out or are a seasoned fitness buff, I’ve got you covered with some routines that match your level.

For beginners, start with a simple warm-up, like five minutes of light cardio—think jumping jacks or high knees. Move on to bodyweight squats, push-ups, and planks. Each exercise should be done in sets of three with a manageable number of reps. Don’t forget to cool down with some stretching to keep those muscles happy.

If you're at an intermediate level, try incorporating jump rope into your warm-up. Lunges, dumbbell rows, and bicycle crunches will challenge your muscles and keep your heart rate up. Again, three sets of each exercise should do the trick, followed by a good stretch.

For the advanced fitness enthusiasts out there, start with dynamic stretches to get your body ready. Then dive into burpees, deadlifts with dumbbells, and weighted Russian twists. Push yourself with three sets of each exercise and finish with a well-deserved cool down.

Keep the Motivation High

Staying motivated can be tough, but I’ve got some tips to keep your spirits high. Set realistic goals and break your fitness journey into small, achievable steps. Tracking your progress with a fitness app or journal can also be incredibly motivating as you see your improvements over time.

Finding a workout buddy can make all the difference. Whether it's virtual or in-person, having someone to share your journey with can boost accountability and make workouts more fun. And don’t forget to treat yourself when you hit a milestone. Celebrate with something special—perhaps new workout gear or a relaxing spa day.

[cappellasports]

How to Improve Your Badminton Skills at Home

Are you a badminton fanatic itching to level up your skills but stuck at home without a court or a partner? Fear not! In this blog post, we're about to embark on an adventure where we discover hilarious ways to improve your badminton game without leaving your cozy abode. Whether you're a noob or a pro, these tips and badminton exercises will make you swing like a ninja! So grab your racket, wear those snazzy sports shoes, and let's dive into the craziness!

Footwork and Agility:

Now, let's talk about fancy footwork, the secret ingredient to badminton greatness! Practicing footwork badminton drills at home is like doing a wacky dance routine that will turn you into a speedy ninja on the court. Create your own mini-court in your living room or backyard with tape or markers (no furniture casualties, please!). Then, get ready for some shadow footwork, ladder drills, and shuttle runs that will make you move faster than a squirrel on caffeine. Remember to bend those knees and strike your best pose while you rock those moves!

Strength and Conditioning:

Being fit is the key to ruling the court like a boss. No gym? No problem! You can pump up your strength and conditioning right at home, no fancy equipment needed. Get ready to show off your squat skills, lunge like a warrior, jump into burpees like it's a dance move, hold planks like a champ, and conquer push-ups like a pro. These exercises will make your legs, core, and upper body as strong as a superhero, giving you the power and stability to dominate the badminton universe!

Hand-Eye Coordination

Badminton is all about eye-paw coordination, and we've got some hilariously awesome exercises to sharpen that skill. Prepare to juggle like a circus performer with a tiny ball or bounce a reaction ball off the wall like a ninja. Not only will you impress everyone with your reflexes, but you'll also become a mind reader when it comes to anticipating shots. And hey, don't forget to unleash your inner Picasso by smacking that shuttle against the wall, aiming for perfect timing and precision. Get ready to be the coordination wizard of the badminton world!

Shadow Badminton:

Shadow badminton is like playing against invisible opponents with supernatural skills. Grab your racket, strike a pose in front of the mirror, or picture your arch-nemesis across the net. Now, unleash your killer strokes, flawless footwork, and mind-blowing shots as if you're in a real match. Trust me, it's like being in a secret training session with your favorite superhero squad. This exercise will level up your technique, teach you the art of shot selection, and transform you into the badminton superstar you were born to be!

Mental Training:

The mental aspect of badminton should not be overlooked. Use your time at home to enhance your mental toughness and focus. Engage in activities such as meditation and visualisation to improve your concentration and control anxiety during matches. Additionally, watch professional badminton matches online to observe the strategies employed by top players and gain valuable insights.

Solo Drills:

You don't need a partner in this to show off your skills. Prepare to unleash your inner badminton superstar right in the comfort of your own home. Imagine you, with a racket in hand, unleashing clears, smashes, drop shots, and net shots against a wall or rebound net. It's like having a secret training session with your invisible training buddy. Remember, focus on your form, footwork, and racket technique as you execute these shots like a boss. Keep doing it again and again, like a badminton-obsessed robot. Trust me, your muscle memory will go through the roof, and your shots will hit the target like a bullseye. It's time to become the solo badminton sensation you were born to be!

Improving your badminton skills at home is entirely possible with dedication and a structured approach. Incorporate these tips into your badminton training routine and make the most of your time away from the court. Remember, consistent practice and a positive mindset are key to becoming a better badminton player. So stay motivated, keep practicing, and get ready to dominate the court when you have the opportunity to play again!

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[deepfriedhopesanddreams]

Ulf the orange: totally! Like those bots are mysterious! And they seem friendly!

Meanwhile, at the Lost and found, Burgertron crossed out an x on the calendar.

Burgertron: nice! Just a few more days, on the meantime, we should get to know those bots better! What do you say?

Dimlit: that's sounds great, I did talked to one of them for those flowers, and Jacquie loved them!

Clogstopper: I heard that they have something called bone meal tea, other bots said that it smells weird, which sounds delicious

Kikmee: I wonder if they love burpees? Bonz-eye are you coming?

Bonz-eye: what? Oh yeah .... Absolutely....

They went to the dark side of the mall and to the gardening store, but it seems more quiet and darker than they remembered. Suddenly, a loud crash was heard from inside, the Lost bots were worried that something was wrong.

When they entered, they saw something or someone tall, masked with a friendly face, leaning down towards Homuramaple, she was badly injured and unconscious, pieces of a broken ceramic pot were scattered around her. Before the masked tall being could touch her, Bonz-eye lunges her sword at it, hitting at the back of it's hand.

It shrieked loud, almost outer worldly, and growled at Bonz-eye, dropped the sword and slithered away into the shadows. The other plant botbots just continued their rehearsal. Strange... Bonz-eye ran to Homuramaple, trying to wake her up

Bonz-eye: Homuramaple! Homuramaple! Are you okay?

Homuramaple started to regain consciousness and stood up, little she wasn't bothered, but this time... She didn't smiled.

Homuramaple: oh... It's you... Why are you here so early? The show is in a few days...

She sounds more softer and weaker. She didn't sounds so happy to see them here, with that thing inside with them.

Bonz-eye: who- what was that?!

The other bots stopped rehearsing for a bit and continued. Homuramaple was too scared to say anything, but that thing... Surely can't listen to them now, so it's safe to tell them about something important. But she's too scared to be punished again, for not wearing a mask that night, and now. She took Bonz-eye and her squad to a large empty box and went inside.

Homuramaple: that's the squad leader, Mother Strongroot...

Bonz-eye: why did she hurt you?

The other bots still continued, but still listen closely at their conversation. They played loud enough so that Mother Strongroot doesn't notice.

Homuramaple: I - I... Bumped into a shelf and the pot just fell on me... She was just trying to heal me...

The other plant bots know that she's lying, but they also can't defend her themselves from Mother Strongroot....

Bonz-eye: oh... I'm so sorry... I didn't know... She's so tall...

Homuramaple: she's a bonsai too...

Kikmee: she's a bonsai?!

Homuramaple: yep! Bonsais can grow that tall!

Kikmee: *gasp* that means she going to beat me at the most tallest in the squad!

Homuramaple: ah?

They all chatted in the box for most of the night, they left the store before opening hours... But as soon as they left... Mother Strongroot appears and hit Homuramaple as hard as she can... Homuramaple pleaded for mercy, but Mother Strongroot doesn't care. And continued, the other plant bots only watched in fear and horror... This continued for days, but nobody can hear her, until the show day arrived.

Every bot gathered around in excitement, they simply can't wait. The doors burst open, welcoming the bots in. The lights and colors of the place feels more magical than ever. They all sat in the seats prepared inside. Bonz-eye gets to sit in front.

The music starts to play loud, the show is about to begin... Bonz-eye saw Homuramaple, trying to get her attention but... Homuramaple seems... Soulless... Only focusing on her instrument... Something is definitely not right... The show was beautiful, the characters really stood out to Bonz-eye...

But sadness and pain still floats around... Bonz-eye can feel it, she doesn't know why...

Bonsais and Tears

It was like any other night, the Lost bots wandering around the mall, looking for everyone else. Suddenly, Dinger came by, panting and exhausted. The Lost bots are a little confused, Burgertron asked him.

Burgertron: okay, you good?

Dinger: oh yeah totally, I was actually looking for you, not really trying to rush or anything

Bonz-eye: then what's with all the rush earlier?

Dinger: apparently, some of us heard some noises coming from the Dark side of mall!

Burgertron: is it that crow again?!

Dinger: no, it was music, Spud muffin and the variettes said that they didn't realized that some bots moved into one the empty stores!-

Suddenly, the other squads came back. Ulf the orange was holding a piece of paper.

Ulf the orange: did you guys hear about the new bots that just moved into the mall? In the dark side?

Kikmee: well just now

Lady Macaron: they are also trying to put up a show! We just talked to them earlier!

Dimlit: what do they looked like?

Lady Macaron: dunno! They wore masks! It's hard to tell!

Burgertron: okay, but which store did they move into?

Lady Macaron: the gardening store...

Bonz-eye: huh...

Lady Macaron: you should go there! They renovated the whole store! It's almost like apart of the bright side!

Burgertron: may I ask what show are they putting up?

Ulf the orange: a theater! Here

Ulf the orange showed a poster of the show, it said "princess of the blossoms" and masked bots.

Bonz-eye: and they just came out of nowhere? I don't have a good feeling about this -

Lady Macaron: come on! Let's go!

Bonz-eye: wait!

The rest of the squads left, and the Lost bots tried to catch up on Lady Macaron and Bonz-eye. They ran and eventually arrived at the gardening store. Though the glass covered in paper in the inside, it let out a warm light. It felt like it's actually a still functioning store. Then all of a sudden, a figure came out of the store, and more posters flew out to every direction. The figure was a... Bonsai....

Homuramaple: greetings! You must be the other residents here, the ones that the others mentioned about, the Lost bots? Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Homuramaple, a Japanese maple bonsai...

She let out a welcoming but creepy grin at them. She remained silent, waiting for a response. Everyone was surprised, even Lady Macaron, she didn't see this bot earlier, or maybe she did and this bot wore a mask earlier, but her voice was unrecognizable. Bonz-eye was in utter shock and disbelief...

Bonz-eye: you're... Like me...

Homuramaple: hmm?

[here2bbtstrash]

birthday drabble 3 - jjk

@jjkeverlast asked: 87& 110 ;)

pairing: jungkook x reader contains: smut!! (new) established relationship, reader/JK not being entirely honest abt their kinks, JK is kind of bad vanilla in bed but reader fixes it 😈, dick riding, dom!reader, sub!JK, dirty talk, praise kink, condomless sex but let's say she's on the pill, I'M PUNCHING THE AIR THAT I COULDN'T WRITE THEM TALKING IT OUT AFTERWARDS BUT I MUST BE STRONG,,,, summary: you really should have been honest when your boyfriend asked you about your kinks.

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As your boyfriend–boyfriend!–settles between your legs, you smile contentedly to yourself. The word is still new enough that a thrill of excitement runs through you every time you have the chance to use it.

Your friends have put a moratorium on the phrase, forcing you to call Jungkook by his name in conversations, warning that they were about to disown you if they had to hear you say “~*~my boyfriend~*~” one more time when they knew damn well who you were talking about.

But in your brain, you say it until you’re dizzy. Boyfriend boyfriend boyfriend.

Adorable, sexy, kind, funny, mega-talented, all-around perfect boyfriend.

…You wish the sex was better.

It’s not that it’s bad. Jungkook is sweet, and thoughtful, and romantic. You come every time, usually multiple times. It is, in a word– vanilla. Which was still amazing the first few dozen times.

But you’re getting restless. There’s a part of you that wishes you had been more honest when you two first talked about this. It’s just that Jungkook was sitting next to you on the couch, holding both of your hands in his, and staring at you with wide, sparkling eyes as he asked, “What are you into, sexually?”

You had no idea how to tell him. The relationship was too new for you to gauge how he would respond. So you shrugged, and looked away, and fumbled with your words before you finally managed, “Just, you know, talking. Making sure my partner feels good.”

To his credit, your boyfriend took notes. He whispers sweet nothings in your ear when he’s inside you, makes sure to tell you how good it feels for him, how perfect you are.

Yeah, you really should’ve been honest.

He’s even doing it now as he presses deliberate kisses up the inside of your thigh. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs against your skin. “I love being with you like this.”

You feel that rubber band of restraint pulled so tight inside you finally snap. With a frustrated groan, you reach down and fist both of your hands in his hair.

Though this specific action wasn’t premeditated, you’ve wondered before how Jungkook might react to this side of you. You figured he might respond negatively to the pain, or be shocked that this domineering persona lives inside his sweet, loving girlfriend.

You did not expect him to moan loudly at the feeling of his hair being pulled. This certainly changes things, you think to yourself, and you tug again to elicit the same noise, even headier.

“Fuck,” he hisses, his cheek pressed against your thigh. You swear you see his eyes roll back in his head. You hum, pleased, and his lashes flutter as he regains focus enough to gaze up at you. “Do you like that? Like being in control?”

When he looks at you with those sparkling eyes, you’re hit with the overwhelming need to wreck him.

“I like it, too,” he says shyly, and you require no further encouragement.

“Sit up,” you command, and you can feel the shiver that runs through him. “I don’t want your mouth today. I want your cock.”

Jungkook acts like he can’t move fast enough, practically doing a burpee to get himself from between your legs to sitting back against the headboard in a matter of seconds.

Unable to stand another second of teasing, you sink down on him all at once, your hand returning to grip tightly at the back of his head. The stretch of him inside you feels so good, it always fucking does, and you shift your hips to take every last inch.

“Yes,” he groans, eyes glazing over in a way you haven’t seen before. “Use me, please.”

Just when you thought you couldn’t like him more. As you start to rock along his length, you release your grip on his hair, moving to dig your nails into his jaw instead, and he hisses appreciatively.

“You like being my little fucktoy, huh?” You realize belatedly that you probably should have eased him into this, but you’re too far gone now. “Such a good boy for me.”

“Fuck,” Jungkook grunts, and you feel him buck up into you, clearly a reflexive reaction to the praise. You reward him by increasing your speed and intensity, picking your hips up and slamming them down hard.

“Tell me again,” he whines, and you nearly lose it.

“Good fucking boy,” you repeat, each word punctuated with a bounce on his cock. You lean back on one hand to expose yourself to him even further, then grab his wrist with your other hand, guiding him to touch you. “Now make me come.”

“Yes, yes–agh–anything you want, anything.” His eyes squeeze shut with pleasure as he rubs perfect circles into your clit with the pad of his thumb.

You’ve never heard Jungkook like this before: he’s outright moaning as he gasps for air at your ruthless pace, and the sounds he makes combined with the way he touches you and feels inside you is all too fucking much. The romantic, vanilla sex has never made you feel anything like this.

“Keep doing that, shit.” You can barely get the words out, and you can feel him trembling under you from the effort of trying to keep it together. “Yes, come with me, baby. You’re so good.”

“Ohhhh, fuck!” Jungkook cries out as he lets himself go.

You grind your hips down a final time before your climax rips through you and you’re lost to it all. The only feeling you can focus on is the sloppy thrusts of his hips up into you and the twitch of his dick as he paints your walls with his cum.

Jungkook’s arms surround you as you let out a spent whine and lean forward, still shuddering, to press your face into the crook of his neck.

“Oh my god,” you finally manage to breathe. “We have so much to talk about.”

[im-houstons-problem]

Hi I was wondering if I can request a Dallas Winston x muscular fem reader who’s practically best friends with Johnny and pony<3

She's Buff, She's Really Really Buff

Pairing ;; dallas x muscular!reader Pronouns ;; she/her Warnings ;; some misogny

A/N ;; buff women <3 (we're also gonna pretend the move for tropic if cancer came out in the 60's)

you, johnny, and ponyboy met at school, during after hours when students could study/practise/etc.

you were by the wrestling mats, lifting a dumbell in one hand and book in the other you payed no mind the chatter around you- completely engulfed in your reading/workout session

it was only when you heard sarcastic whooping and the sound of someone hitting the mats that your focus was shifted elsewhere

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You were submeresed in the raw and humane lines of Tropic of Cancer, when a dull thud echoing through the gym caught your attention. Looking up from the ivory pages, you saw a group of boys, surroundng two others who looked like tooth-picks compared to the teens they were up aganst. One of the boys lay half-sat on the padded platform. The other stood with his arms raised defensively, wide eyes darting around.

Seeing how this was go, you were quick to set your things down and strided over. "Hey-" seven heads turned to face you. "Who's this? Your broad? If she even is one," one of the teens remarked earning a chorus of snickers. You scoffed, used to the comments made about your appearance. You weren't exactly "curvy", having more muscle than most girls at your school. Your physique was something you prided yourself on- proof you had more balls than these guys who were tormenting innocent kids.

Without hesitation you barreled into the 'funny guy', feeling a sense of satisfaction when you heard him exclaim. He stumbled back and you caught him by the collar of his madras. You were shorter than him but you strength fueled your steady hold. "Pick on someone your own size, wise guy." You dropped him and another dull thud echoed through the gym.

A couple of his friends went to help him up, the others parting as you turned back around. Both boys were up on there feet and you ushered them away and to where you had been. Figuring you shouldn't stay much longer you packed away your book and weights, pulling along the boys again with you out the doors.

It was only when you stepped onto the pavement of the parking lot that one spoke up. It was the kid who was on the floor. He had slicked back auburn hair and sincere eyes. "Thanks."

You shrugged, "It's notta problem." You flashed them both a grin for extra reassurance, adjusting the straps of your backpack. "You both alright?"

It was the other kid now- a mop of dark curls with bangs that refused to be pushed back and worn denim jacket. "Yeah I- I think so. You helped us outta there before they coulda hurt Pony any more."

"Pony?" you question.

" 'S my name. Ponyboy. Ponyboy Curtis." He looked at you almost challengingly but the tips of his ears had gone red. You couldn't blame him- his name was Ponyboy.

"Uh huh-" you drawled, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "And you'd be?"

He mumbled something you couldn't quite hear, "Johnny cake?" You were bewildered at this point.

The tan boy made a flustered noise of frustration, "Why's everyone always thinkin' thas' what I said, man?"

"You gotta speak up."

"Yeah, okay, Ponyboy Curtis-" he slugged the auburn haired boy. Clearing his throat, he pronounced louder, "Johnny Cade."

"Yeah- that makes more sense." The three of you shared a laugh before you introduced yourself as well. "I'm Y/N. Y/N L/N."

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since then you three were basically seen everywhere at school together (despite the grade differences)

you'd teach them hand to hand self defense moves- a lot of the time ending up doing satire Soc vs Greaser scenarios for example

the three of you would be out on the field, ponyboy reading aloud, you doing burpees and johnny carving random crap into the stands

the two would literally glare daggers at anyone who shared their good for nothing opinions on your body

they thought it was really cool you could lift a cement block without a sweat

but it also led to them seeing what they could lift compared to you and...well you can guess how that goes

johnny once brought walkie talkies (which he stole from the toy store) and the three of you did a scavenger hunt

^ not at all relavent to the story but author thought it was cute

you'd hear about their other friends ("the gang" as they put it)

you'd ask ponyboy how sodapop was doing, knowing him through their gym class before the other had dropped out

you would've asked him yourself but you'd never gone over to the curtis house before

untill you did

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You parked your jeep outside the small house, looking at it warily. Your hands were getting clammy and your legs were getting shaky. Or maybe that was just from racing Ponyboy earlier. Either way, you weren't feeling the most confident right now. You knew how much "the gang" meant to Pony and Johnny, you wanted to make a good impression. Even if they were a grade or a few (ahem, ponyboy) below you, they were basically your best friends.

Johnny, spotting your worry, told you it would be fine. "Me 'n Pone' talk about ya a lot- they seem to like ya just from that. All you gotta do now is be yourself."

"That's so cheesy, Johnny-Cake."

He huffed playfully, turning back to Ponyboy, "Ya try givin' advice and this is what ya get!"

You snickered, the weight on your chest a bit ligter, and hopped out of the jeep.

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needless to say, everything went pretty well after first introducing yourself

you were quick to call out the stories you'd been told, earning the younger boys a raised eye brow from Two-Bit ("stop actin' like yer so high and mighty, two-")

you, soda, and steve ended up having an arm wrestling tournament

darry had to put an end to it before either you or steve broke or dislocated something, both your faces turning red from effort

^achievement: you earned steve randle's respect

you caught up more with soda after, glad to know he was happy at the dx

darry was in the middle of trying to recruit you for the summer (after hearing ponyboy and johnny go on in awed voices about your strength, he thought it might be good to have another set of hands. plus, it might look good on your college resume he added)

and then the side door opened and slammed shut

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"I'd be more than happy to be a refrance on your college application. It's more phsyical work than school, but I'm sure ya could show for a good work ethic-"

Door hinges creaked and a bang resonated throughout the household. "Honey, I'm home-" a voice called. Footsteps padded down the corrider, untill a tall figure emmerged from the doorway. A series of 'hellos' were given, except- "I'm filin' for divorce," Two-Bit deadpanned. "Damn broad-"

You chuckled at that, catching the strangers attention. "Speakin' of broads," he said eyeing you. "Who's this?"

"I'm Y/N. You must be Dallas," you concluded, seeing that he was the only of the mentioned gang who hadn't been there when you showed up.

"Ah, so yer the girl these kids keep talkin' bout," he glanced at the two, "Ya better be nice, she could snap the pair of you in half."

You scoffed with no real malice, "Like you should have a say in when they should be nice. Mister-jailhouse-rock."

"Jailhouse rock?"

"Oh, sorry- forgot you preferred juneville delinquent."

The others burst into laughter at that, and you caught the small upturn of Dallas' mouth too.

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after that, you found yourself spending even more time with ponyboy and johnny

now just at the curtis household too

you even started hanging out with the other boys as well

but more specifically, dallas winston

the two of you would rough house, sometimes getting into a drunken tussle at buck's

dally would complain the next day about "getting beat up by a girl"

much like johnny and ponyboy, he'd bore a hole into people who whispered about how your body looked

except he'd actually start something, whether it be with fists or words

you're favourite so far was, "she has the body of every guys dreams! yer body is the one of every girl's nightmare"

you'd have competitions to see who could ride bull better...dally was always more of a jocke man... ("it's alright, dal! horses are like baby bulls!" "piss off, y/n-")

you were as close with dallas as you were ponyboy and johnny

except-

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"Where we goin' Dal?"

"Right up ahead-"

As you approached a fence, you could faint sound of Paul Newman's voice, and see a large illuminated screen. "The Drive-In? The entrance 's the other way, stupid."

He grumbled, chucking a twig he'd been carrying at you. "Aye- don't damage the goods." "You'll live, wonder woman. And I know that by the way. We're jus' goin' in the 'juvenille delinquent' way."

You shook your head with a laugh, he never let you live that down. The dialogue of the scene grew louder, as did the brightness of the screen when you got to the fence. You saw Dally crouch down and was about question it when you saw the ditch underneath. It was small enough to go unnoticed (espeically in the back like this) but big enough to get a tall figure like Dallas' under. The other teen had pulled himself out of the hole, dusting off his jacket. "Aight, you go now."

You walked up to the fencing, but instead of kneeling you grabbed onto the chainlink. It rattled as you pulled yourself up, finding you footing with ease. Once up you sat yourself ontop before launching off, though your landing was nowhere near graceful. "Ya been hangin' 'round, Steve, huh?" Dallas offered his hand with a smirk.

"Shut up."

As the two of you walked to the concession stand, you noticed that Dally was being more quiet than usual. In fact, he hadn't talked much on the way there either. Filling a cup with coke you nudged his arm, "You alright?" You saw how he glanced at you, blue eyes almost suspicious, "Yeah- yeah I'm fine, man." You decided not to push it, shuffling up in line.

The two of you were in your seats now, and surprisingly actually watching the movie. You hadn't realised it until a quarter of the way in, "Hey, this is Tropic of Cancers." "Duh." You slapped his arm, "Dal, you know I love the book. You even complain I'm just like Pony when I talk about it. Did ya know this would be playing?"

The Greaser looked away, shyly you even dared to describe it. "Maybe." You gave him a soft smile, hitting your knee against his. You turned back to enjoy the movie, but fate had other plans when a quad of Socs filled the seats around you both.

"Look what we have here- a Greaser and his golemn," one snickered. You payed them no attention, training your eyes onto the screen. You were a bit taken aback when you noticed Dally clenching his hans into a fist. Usually he's fire something right back. So why was he resisting?

The Socs has their fun, makin some more comments. Some about you. Other about Dallas. The rest of the about the both of you.

You were half paying attention, on the verge of turning around and slapping each and every one of them. But you'd come out here to have a good night with Dally, not some petty brawl that gave those Socs a much needed testosterone boost. Apprently, one of those comments had reached the limit of Dally's patience and temper. He whipped around, socking the teen square in the face.

Suddenly seats were being overturned, blows delivered and recieved. Swears were being yelled, parents covering their children's ears. You'd been thrown to the ground, the Soc above kicking you. It hurt, but you used your momentum to pull yourself up off the ground, headbutting the guy. He stumbled back into the Socs Dally was dealing with himself, knocking down like bowling pins. The pair of you stood menacingly in front of them, Dallas flashing his heater with a finger pressed to his lips. They had half the sense to get up and scram.

You took a moment to catch your breaths, spitting out some blood.

"C'mon Y/N, let's get outta here before someone starts talkin' to the workers." You nodded in agreement, following after him.

The two of you now trudged along the sidewalks of Tulsa, passing a weed between the two of you. You heard Dallas take a drag, wheezing a bit. He stopped to beat at his chest, and you stopped beside him. You patted his back before he started swatting your hand away. "'M fine- 'm fine."

The way his shoulders sagged suggested otherwise. You knew you said you wouldn't push it but-

"What's goin' on, Dal?"

"Whad'd'ya mean?"

"You're all mopey and crap."

For a moment he was silent and you thought he would brush it off again like earlier.

"I just," he started throwing down the cigarette and stomping on it, "I just didn't want the date to go like that-"

"Date?"

"Yeah."

"This was a date?"

"Yeah-"

"Since when?" your voice raised in surprise, and Dallas wore a bewildered expression as well.

"Since I asked you!"

"You never asked me!"

"Yes I did-"

Your bickering filled the empty streets, your figures under a street lamp, waving your arms in animated motions.

"When?"

"When-" Dallas paused. "Shit- shit, shit, shit..." he muttered to himself, pulling at his hair. "I forgot man. I freakin' forgot! Forget I said anything then, let's just go-"

He started to stalk away but you grabbed onto his leather sleeve before he could. "The whole point of this was supposed to be a date, and you forgot to even ask me out?"

"...Yeah."

"Guess you'll just have to ask me out for another one."

His head turned, and his blue eyes were blown wide, "What?-"

"Just make sure to actually ask me this time, yeah?" you let go of his arm, a teasing grin on your face.

The message seemed to sink in, a smile growing on him, too. "Then- Y/N, would ya go on a date with me?"

"Hm, guess I would."

"Great, just make sure to dress real ugly."

You quirked an eyebrow, "And why is that?"

He linked your hands, "Can't have ya being the beauty and the brawns, now can I? I gotta have somethin' to show for too."

You laughed, "Yeah, okay."

[pandajaye]

Todoroki Family Ties (Part 9)

Characters: Enji Todoroki, Stepmom!OC!Ivy (Ivy is black btw), Child!Shoto Todoroki, Teen!Touya Todoroki, Preteen!Fuyumi, Child!Natsuo

Fandom: My Hero Academia/Boku No Hero Academia

Warnings: pregnancy, hospital, hysteria, child abuse, Aquaphobia, upset child, abusive family, neglect

“Enji, it’s okay. Please try to calm down. Everything is going to be fine.” Ivy comforted her husband, putting a hand on his leg in an attempt to keep it from bouncing so much. “I know, I know. Just a little nervous, that’s all.” He sighed, looking down at his hands while he rubbed his palms. They were the only ones in the room right now. It was cold and white everywhere apart from the delightful little flower clusters. The atmosphere was mostly quiet except for the tapping of keyboards and damp sounds of phones ringing in some of the offices.

“I mean…. what if it’s true? How could I be so careless? I should’ve been thinking clearly. I should’ve thought more about you. Things were just finally going so right and I was so distracted by excitement. So many good things were falling in to place. It’s…. It’s all my fault that we’re here today.” He brought her hand up from his thigh and kissed her knuckles. “Please, forgive me.” All she could do was smile at how nervous he was. “Forgive you for what, baby? Nothing bad has happened. Being here is a big part of the journey. It’s where our path is decided for us. I’m excited. You should be, too.”

Enji wrapped his arms around her with a tight squeeze. “You’re right. You’re absolutely right.” She always did know how to make the best of a situation that seemed frightening. Maybe it was the way of words. Maybe it was the sweet and calm voice that did it for him. Whatever it was, he was happy to be able to access it. Having her next to him was going to make this move a lot smoother, and he couldn’t ask for anything better right now.

Their moment of peace was interrupted by a nurse dressed in lovely pink scrubs. “Todoroki?” Her voice was gentle and nice as well as her smile while she patiently waited for the two to stand and follow her. On the way to their room, Ivy glanced into the rooms they passed. In one, a couple was finding out some good news. They looked excited. In another, a woman seemed to be having a good check up. And the last one was different than the other two. A woman leaned against her sad husband as she cried. The doctor also had a sad and sympathetic look on her face. Those sure were some interesting situations to witness. Which one would represent her and Enji’s?

“This room right here. Doctor Akari will be right with you.” The two parties bowed to each other before she left and they entered the room. Enji looked around the room and sighed. It was so weird to be here again. The rooms had changed a bit since the last time he was on this same floor seven years ago. ‘Wow. Seven. I’m getting old.’ He was quickly brought back to reality by Ivy. “I’m really glad we’re here today. This is good.” Her smile brought so much ease to him. How lucky is he to have someone like her.

A quiet knock on the door gathered their attention. In walked an older woman. Her hair was still a dark brown so she couldn’t have been that much older but you could see some of the age in her kind face. There was a bit of height difference between them, her being taller than Ivy, shorter than Enji of course. She carefully closed the door behind her before setting her chart on the table and introducing herself. “I’m Dr. Akari, nice to meet you today, Mr. and Mrs. Todoroki.” She shook their hands and continued. “Amazing, I never thought I’d be meeting, let alone working for the number two hero. I guess dreams do come true.” Enji blushed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Heh. Always nice to meet a fan.”

“So. We’re here for a verification today, correct? How are you feeling? Mrs. Todoroki, is this your first?” Ivy nodded. “Yes, ma’am. I-I’ve really never been in any type of situation like this before. I’m excited and kinda nervous. Sorry.” Dr. Akari held Ivy’s hands in her own. “Sweetheart. You don’t need to apologize. Being nervous is apart of this. A big part. That’s not to say that it’ll be a bad experience. It is what you make it. And I have so much faith that this is going to be an amazing and beautiful new part of your life. You’re going to be great at this.” Her smile was warm and reassuring. Maybe everything really will be okay. “Should we get this thing started?” Ivy looked at Enji and back at Dr. Akari with a grin. “Let’s do it.”

The test and results took no time at all to come back to them. “Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Todoroki. You’re having a baby.” Excitement quickly grew on Ivy’s face, brown eyes big and full of tears when she looked at Enji who hugged her tight, kissing the top of her head. “Wonderful news! Wonderful! Wonderful!” He was so energetic and happy like a child himself. The fifth child and he’s still taken aback as if it’s his first. Ivy stayed a little calmer herself. “I’m so happy. This is everything I’ve ever wanted…. A dream come true.” The doctor hugged Ivy when Enji finally pulled away. “I’m so happy for you two. You have my full adoration. I know you’re going to be an amazing mother. Before you know it, you’ll have a quirky and spontaneous bundle of joy in your arms.” Ivy froze.

‘….Quirky?’

Enji thanked the doctor a few more times before leaving and while they walked to the car, he noticed something was off about Ivy. She kept her gaze towards the ground and hadn’t said a word since leaving the doctor’s office. After a short walk they arrived at the car, Ivy got in the passenger seat and patiently waited for Enji to get in and close his door. As soon as the car door shut, Ivy broke down hysterically… “FUCK! FUCK! FUCKING! FUCK!” Honestly, it scared him a bit. She was fine a few minutes ago and now she’s upset? “IVY? WHAT’S WRONG?” She started hyperventilating, forcing him to pull Ivy into his lap and hold her. “Breathe! Breathe. Slow down. In….. Out….” It took a minute before she could match his breathing. Eventually, they were in sync and she began to calm down and got back into the passenger seat.

“Alright. What in the hell was that?” He didn’t mean to sound irritated, he was just genuinely confused about what just manifested. “I-I’m sorry but…. I-I can’t do this. I-I-I can’t be a mom.” Tears were still falling but she tried to wipe them away as fast as they came. “Wha…. What do you mean?” His brows were furrowed and his face contorted. “Enji…. I-I was so excited at first. And, I still am in some ways…. But…. what happens when…. w-when we have this child…. and they don’t have a quirk because of me? I wasn’t even thinking about it until Dr. Akari said the word quirky and all of a sudden it hit me. My child is going to be weak because of me…. They’re going to hate me. I know you want a strong child with a strong quirk but I-…. I-I can’t give you that.”

To be honest, he hadn’t thought of it either. But that was the old him anyways. He’s grown since then. Quirks aren’t everything to him anymore. Just her. Just his family. No matter what skills they had or didn’t have. He loves them in every aspect. “Ivy…. I don’t need you to give me that. I want you to be happy and healthy. I want to have this child with you no matter what happens. As long as you’re both okay, that’s what’s important. I know how I used to be. And I’m still sorry and trying to atone for it. I’m learning and growing every day because of you. I appreciate and love you so much.” His large hand held her cheek as he searched her eyes for a sign that she understood him.

A wave of safety washed over her as she leaned into his hand. So much calm after one random storm. “You’re right. You are learning. You have grown. And I am beyond proud of you. I’m sorry for my outburst. It wasn’t all about you. Being quirkless has always been a problem for me. Way before me and you. You’ve improved in ways that…. he never did.” Her gaze shifted to her feet when thoughts and feelings she had long ago returned. “Who?” When her gaze came back her eyes were brimming with tears of numb pain.“My dad….”

From a very young age, Ivy was victim to some of the most impactful abuse that young girls have suffered for centuries. Familial. Being the outcast, the one child that didn’t make the cut. Worked hard and reprimanded for occurrences out of her power. Her power. The center of everything and the reason for her suffering. More commonly known as a quirk, her ability should have been water manipulation. It ran in her family. They’ve always been connected to it all. Oceans, lakes, rain, dew, snow. A gene for telekinesis brought in from one of her great great grandparents but no one remembers which one.

“LET’S GO, LET’S GO, LET’S GO!” Nami James Emaraki, Ivy’s father, blew hard into his whistle. It’s not that common for a ten-year old to have to do burpees and laps on a Saturday morning. Especially since she’s not training for anything. “YOU SLACK AND I SWEAR ITS ANOTHER TEN LAPS!! YOU ALREADY MISSED BREAKFAST SINCE YOU WANNA SLEEP IN, I’M PERFECTLY FINE WITH YOU MISSING LUNCH CAUSE I’LL STILL EAT BUT YOU WON’T!!!!” He wasn’t kidding either. That threat wasn’t the least bit empty.

“I-” Her foot slipped and caused her to face plant. She lifted her head and a stream of blood ran from her nose. “OW! UGH! H-Help, please!” Rolling his eyes, he stomped over to her, grabbing a fist full of her hair. “Sure, I’ll help you. Usually salt water helps with things like that. Let’s get you a lot of salt water.” He looked at the pool and smiled. “How about 10 ft?” Panic flooded her entire body so quickly it almost made her dizzy. Or maybe that was from the quick face plant and loss of blood.

“N-No! Please!” Ignoring her, he began dragging her to the deep end of their pool. “I’m so sorry, I can keep going! I can keep going! Daddy I can keep going!” She couldn’t help but cry and scream for forgiveness because he always had such a terrible punishment for her. The closer they got the more she struggled. “DADDY PLEASE! PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE NO! NO-” He tossed her in with a grunt and picked up his stopwatch. “Hurry up. You don’t wanna drown, use your quirk to get out!”

But that was the issue. Ivy was quirkless. It never showed up when it was supposed to. They hoped she was a late bloomer but it wasn’t looking very hopeful. Her father and uncle did everything they can to bring it out of her. They were so close they moved into two joint houses for each of their families, between the two homes, a facility with a large indoor pool that they used to coach swimming and have opened for water sports and activities. Every child in their family has used this pool to get better at their quirks. But Ivy was the only one forced into fearing it, unlike her siblings and cousins.

The eldest children were Ivy’s older twin brother and sister who were six years older than her, as well as a male cousin four years older than her. They were taught everything with care and detail. How to swim, how to make waves, etc. Next, her cousin that was but a few months older than her. He also experienced the life of being the middle child like her. Ivy was born next. Treated like all the other kids until she reached the age where quirks usually had already appeared in their family.

Four. When the family pediatrician attempted to explain that her quirk would never come in due to an extra joint in her foot, that of which the absence of would determine if the power would ever come in. Her father was so upset when they got home, he grabbed her by the ankles and dunked her in the water a few times before dropping her in the 5 feet. Her mother stood and watched as paramedics revived Ivy, pretending very well to be concerned.

Yet, here he is now. Watching her sink as she loses oxygen. Destined to be a corpse at the bottom of the pool. But just before tragedy could wrap her up in its claws, her father washed her back onto the side of the pool with a wave. There she laid in a puddle, lungs full of water. “So damn dramatic.” Unrightfully annoyed, he preformed mouth to mouth and saved her, smacking her when she accidentally spit up water in his face. “You’re a disgusting excuse for a daughter. But just you wait, you’ll be a hero soon enough. And you’re gonna be supporting your family after we’ve been so supportive of you. Get your ass up and come inside when you’re through acting like something wrong with you.”

Nami didn’t even look back after he started walking way. He didn’t care if she ever got up. To him, she has two options in life. Become a top pro-hero. Or die. And some days, she wished he wouldn’t save her. Some days she wanted to stay at the bottom of that pool knowing she wouldn’t be able to breathe. Ivy couldn’t help but wonder, what’s the point of living if your entire family is already disappointed in you?

During lunch, her mother Eimi asked her about today’s training. “How did it go today, Ivy?” She smiled, looking between her and her father. Ivy didn’t want to answer so she kept her mouth shut. “Ivy, your mama is talking to you. Answer her.” His fist slammed down on the table. The back of her throat burned from swallowing her need to cry. “Ivy? Answer her, girl, can you not hear?!” She flinched at him raising his voice. With a quiet sigh, Ivy spoke, carefully trying not to let her voice crack. “It w-was fine, mommy. But….” She couldn’t take it anymore. She had to speak up.

“B-BUT DADDY TRIED TO KILL MEEEEE!!” Cries broke out of her throat. “CONTROL YOUR DAMN VOLUME RIGHT NOW!” He tried to grab her arm but she ducked out of the way. “MAMA I FELL AND HURT MY FACE AND MY NOSE WAS BLEEDING AND HE THREW ME IN THE POOL AND ALMOST LET ME DROOOOOOWN!!!!” Tears dripped from her chin as she trembled and sobbed. Eimi just looked at Nami and shrugged. “Well, Ivy. Maybe if you stopped pretending your quirk isn’t there, you could have saved yourself. So I don’t want to hear it.” Ivy was horrified and offended by every word out of her mother’s mouth. “WHAT? BUT MOMMY-” “THAT’S ENOUGH! YOU’RE GOING TO YOUR ROOM!” Before she could run, he grabbed her and carried her to her room as she struggled. “I HATE IT HERE! I HATE IT, HATE IT, HATE IT!!” Once the door slammed close, she hugged one of her stuffed animals tight and cried. And cried. And cried. Until she cried herself to sleep.

Ivy had ever only known Hell on Earth. Her siblings before her were treated with respect. Even her baby brother and even younger baby sister got to see the best from their parents. Ivy was the one that they wanted to depend on. Their goals for her were to make her one of the most famous Pro-Heroes ever. Then use her paycheck to further their lives. She would put them on the map and be their little bank. But the older she got, the more she fought back. Until finally they realized she’d never be able to help them anyways.

Ivy was shunned and kicked out of her home. Forced to learn the way of the world. She made her way through three nice jobs and even college. Out of all the smoke and fire, she emerged through her trials and tribulations and began working at Endeavor’s agency. Her hardships didn’t end there but shortly after, everything started to work out for her.

Her past was filled with evil but it never influenced her to become a bad person even after never getting her quirk. She realized that quirks never really mattered. It was the love that she never received. Love that she’ll be giving to this baby. She wouldn’t be able to live with herself if her child ever had to go through what she went through.

The world outside was so beautiful as they drove home. She looked at Enji and smiled. He sparkled in the sunlight. Those beautiful blue eyes focusing on the road while he held her hand up and kissed it. “You’re gonna be okay, Ivy. I love you so much. You’re going to be a great mom. And, I hope i can be a great father. On the fifth try.” The reassurance made her grin. “Thank you, Enji. Thank you.”

[mspufflehuff]

Right Here For You Doll

Pairings: Steve Rogers x plus size!reader

Prompt: hi i was wondering if you could make a steve rogers x plus size reader where he and the others are talking about how they work out all the time and the reader gets insecure and runs to find a mirror not saying a word? and steve getting up immediately to find her? that would mean alot to me from @lilacprincessofrecovery 

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Not proofread, my very first fanfic so it probably won’t be very good

Masterlist!!

Author’s Note: I’m really sorry if this is a bad fanfic. I tried really hard, but I hope whoever reads this will see that people are out there who want more plus size fanfics because not everyone is a thinner girl or person. I know what it means to see yourself in a fanfic as you can relate to it. I hope whoever reads this enjoys it and has a great day. 

*Third Person POV*

It was a calm and peaceful evening in the Avengers tower for everyone, which was out of the normal they were used to. But, everyone enjoyed it and basked in it. The team having fun and lounging around without a care in the world. A person who basked in it was Tony's new assistant who helped the other Avengers as well with anything they needed. 

Y/N Y/L/N had been there for about 6 months, and they weren't like Tony's past assistants who either worked there to get into one of the Avengers' pants or try to get personal secrets from all the Avengers to give to some secret organization. Y/N wasn't like the past ones, and Tony could see it from the moment she walked into the interview room. They were shy at first, but when Tony started getting close to Y/N, they really came out of their bubble. Tony saw a spark in them that he had seen in himself when he was younger. They were always making sure Tony slept, ate when he wasn't sleeping, and taking care of him like Pepper does.

With everyone having a day to relax and be themselves, Y/N decided to join them since Tony insisted. Tony also insisted since Steve was going to be there too. Tony had seen the glances, longing stares, and hopeful yet kind smiles between Boy Wonder and Y/N. So he lightly pushed  Y/N into joining the gang in relaxing. Ever since Y/N started at the Tower, he watched as Steve and Y/N danced their feelings around each other. The whole team has been taking bets since the first day Y/N started when Steve and Y/N would get together.

The whole team except Bruce and Loki were sprawled out in their lounge area on their main floor. Steve was sitting next to Sam and Natasha, while Thor was sitting in a chair off to the side. Tony went to the kitchen to get something to drink, and Y/N was sitting on the floor near the couch. Steve, Nat, and Sam were on. The team's conversations ranged from many different topics, such as what candy is the best to snack on while watching movies to a dreaded topic, working out, and other types of working out that are best.

As the conversation started to turn to exercising and working out, Y/N became more insecure with each word coming out of the team members' mouths. Y/N felt like changing the topic but did not want the conversation to focus on her since she doesn't work out like the others. When it started turning into the team members making dares to see who could do the most push-ups, curl-ups, or sit-ups, Y/N begun to get nervous and insecure.

* Reader's POV* I watched around me as Thor and Sam started daring each other to push past their normal exercising limits. I was so nervous someone would call on me to ask how many push-ups, burpees, or anything exercise-related. I looked down at myself and saw a squishy stomach, thick thighs that touched at every moment, multitudes of stretch marks, things I didn't see anywhere on the team's bodies.

I ever so quietly got up from my spot on the floor and made my way to the kitchen. No one would notice I was gone; they were all too busy making bets and dares with each other. When going into the kitchen, I didn't see Tony, so he may have gone to the bathroom or his office. Wherever he was, this was my chance to go to my room without being noticed. I don't know why I would think I could be around these heroes close to sculptures you would find in museums of gods, exempting Thor.

I ran to my room as quietly as I could without making much noise. I went into the elevator and asked JARVIS to take me to my floor, where my room is. "Yes, ma'am, miss. Y/L/N." JARVIS responded as he took me up to my floor. As I waited for my floor, I took account of my body and how I looked compared to all the team members. I started thinking about how Tony may have pitied me for being the fat girl, and that's why he gave me the job. While I was thinking over if I was fit for this job or a pity acceptance from Tony, a soft ding was heard in the elevator, letting me know I was on my floor. "Thank you, JARVIS," I mumbled quietly as I walked out onto my floor. "Always happy to help miss Y/L/N."

* Steve's POV*

It started to get boring as everyone was comparing how many push-ups they could do, and as I went to look over at Y/N, I noticed she hadn't come back from the kitchen. Usually, she wouldn't take this long unless she was cooking a late lunch for herself. Over the past months, I would find myself listening to her hum as she cooked for either herself or the others. I tuned in my hearing for the kitchen and heard no humming or any kind of her sweet singing. 'That's strange.' I thought as I looked back at the kitchen to see no one standing in there.

I looked over at Sam and Thor, who was groaning at each other, boasting and gloating, shaking my head in disapproval at the two. Soon I felt a stare on me; I saw Nat was looking at me. I turn to her and tilt my head softly, confused. "She went to her room, you know?" Nat told me and directed her head towards the elevator. "How did you-" "Steve, most women know what each other are thinking and their next plan of actions," Nat responded back before I could finish my question. I gave her a soft nod to thank her and left the room before Thor and Sam could get into a brawl over their masculinity.

Making my way to the elevator, I started thinking about why Y/N would have gone to her room. 'Was it something one of us said? Was it something one of us did?' I thought and kept thinking as I made my way to the elevator and up to Y/N's floor. After a minute or two, the elevator went off to indicate I made it to her floor. I stepped out and walked to her door, standing in front of it.

Sighing to myself softly, I lifted my hand and knocked on her door softly. "Y/N?" I asked into the door, hoping she would hear me. After a minute I didn't get a reply. I knocked again and waited for more, getting no reply in return. I gently grabbed the doorknob and twisted it, opening her bedroom door. When I walk in, I see displaying paintings and photos all over her room walls.

I let out a sigh of awe at seeing the beautiful colors and patterns in each of her paintings. She had never told any of us that she could paint, or at least not me. 'Maybe she loves to draw like I do,' I thought as I looked at a small drawing hanging up beside her bed's headboard. As I got closer, I recognized it as a drawing of me back from the '40s. I chuckled as I noticed how she had gotten the fine lines under my eyes from all the fights I used to get into and remembered how Bucky would have to pull me out of them.

What brought me out of my observation was a soft sobbing coming from my left. Walking towards the soft sobbing, I see Y/N standing in front of a tall mirror close to her closet. "Doll?" I asked her softly, a feeling of sadness hitting my heart. She jumped a little and looked over her shoulder at me. "S-steve...?" Y/N had her arms wrapped around her torso as she turned back to look at herself in the mirror. "Why did you leave the room?" I asked her softly, watching her face from the reflection of the mirror. She took a pause before she started talking again. She let out a deep sigh and looked at her stomach. "Everyone was talking about working out... a-and I don't look like the rest of you..." Y/N looked at her arms and her thighs. "I'm all soft and squishy, not like Natasha, how perfect she is... I'm not as strong as Sam or any of you... I'm just some assistant Stark hired and probably hired me out of pure pity..." She whispered the last part and let out a soft cry. 

*Y/N's POV*

 I wasn't looking at Steve anymore. I couldn't think to look at his face to see the pity and sadness his eyes would have held. Suddenly I felt a pair of warm arms wrapping around my waist. I tensed up for a moment and then relaxed against them. It was Steve, hugging me. I couldn't hold back the sobs as I moved closer to his chest. I was turned around to feel lips on mine. I paused against Steve's lips to understand what was happening. Steve then pulled away, gently holding my arms in his hands. "I-i'm so sorry-" He tried to tell me, but I wouldn't let him as I kissed him back quickly. I wrapped my arms around his neck to pull him closer to me. 

We both pulled away after oxygen decided it was necessary to be in our systems. We were both lightly panting as we looked at each other. "I've wanted to do that for so long now..." I giggled to Steve as he gave me the same soft and loving smile that I had drawn many times. "Y/N... I don't care how many times I need to show you or tell you, but you are the most beautiful woman I've ever met. You don't need exercise, dieting, or anything to make you look better. I think you look like an angel that God sculpted with his bare hands." Steve told me as he cupped the side of my cheek with his hand, keeping the other on my hip. 

"Don't feel bad about yourself because you don't exercise. I'll do whatever you need me to do to show you." I placed my hand over his hand, listening to his words. "I'd like that..." I whispered to him, gently kissing him. He leaned into the kiss, lightly smiling against my lips. "I could do this all day.." he chuckled and kissed back a little deeper. "Oh, I know you could, Captain," I replied with a soft hint of tease in my voice. "Come on, let's see who out of Thor and Sam could run the most laps on the field behind the tower." Steve gave a deep laugh with a bright smile, looking at me with those beautiful eyes of his. "Doll, you really are going to be the death of me." He told me as we walked out of my room, hand in hand, happy to finally be together. 

[thiswasinevitableid]

52 or 41 for the meet ugly? sternclay, nsfw if thats chill

Here it is!

52. you think I’m leering at you in the gym but really I’m studying your form and trying to learn how to make mine better Sternclay NSFW

This is the toughest part of Joseph’s workout, so he could do without the audience.

He first noticed the guy during his turn at the squat rack; taller than him, in a grey t-shirt and black shorts that show he has muscle to spare, with brown eyes that were on Joseph’s ass whenever he looked away. Were Joseph not in the middle of the kettlebell burpees sequence, he might even spare a glance of his own to see how he fills out the front of his shorts, but he’s tired and he’s been dealing with behind the back stares all day.

When he’s done, he takes a final look over his shoulder to see the guy still staring at him. Joseph locks eyes, watches his face flood with guilt as he becomes very focused on his shoes. He continues studying them, as if holding still might keep Joseph from coming closer.

“Okay, I sense you’re new here, so I’ll be polite: everyone checks people out at the gym now and then. But the rule is you don’t do it so fucking brazenly the other person notices.”

“I, uh, I wasn’t-”

“I counted you staring ten separate times, even when your workout had you facing away from me.” He crosses his arms, annoyed that the man has the gall to deny his blatant ogling.

“I, uh, I was studying your form” the newcomer rubs his wrist, sheepish, “I’m kinda new to, like, formal workout stuff, and you clearly know your shit, so I was trying to use you to figure out how to do my circuit without fucking up my spine.”

Joseph rolls his eyes; that’s the first lie anyone tells when they get called out for staring.

“I’m serious!” The man has the audacity to look perturbed. Joseph has zero interest in an argument but every desire to call his bluff.

“Well, if that’s the case, if we cross paths again you’re welcome to join me and I can give you pointers.”

With that, he heads towards the locker rooms. He doesn’t feel eyes on him once the whole walk there.

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“Hey.”

Joseph looks up from setting his fitbit to see his not-so-subtle admirer beside him. The taller man smirks, “you didn’t think I’d take you up on it, did you?”

“No. But I’m not about to go back on my offer. Or modify my work out if you join me. Make your choice accordingly.”

“Okay. What’s first?” His smile is friendly, but there’s a challenge in it. Joseph, who's been bored the entire day, is more than ready to rise to it.

“Jump rope. Nine minutes total.”

They find a spare rope for the other man, but he keeps getting his right foot caught.

“Drop your elbows some, when they’re too high it’s easier for the rope to catch.”

“Oh, thanks.”

His new gym buddy is winded when they’re done, but follows him eagerly over to the mats for his core workout. He’s better at that, though Joseph still has to correct the position of his back the first time. They move through cardio, weights, and cool down with no conversation that isn’t directly related to body position or technique. By the end, the newcomer is soaked with sweat. And..smiling?

“That was fucking brutal. Can we do it again some time?”

If you, um, really want to?”

“Fuck yeah.”

Joseph smiles back, “I’m here every day after work. So you can come find me…”

“Barclay” the taller man fills in his unasked question.

“Joseph. Oh, and try to get some shoes with better traction soon. You’ll have an easier time.”

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“You okay there?” Barclay looks at Joseph from the treadmill on his left, “you seem kinda low energy today.”

“I ate too small a lunch.” He hits the stop button, walks as the belt slows, “I’ll be fine once I fish my power bar out of my glovebox on the way home.”

“Or you could, uh, you could come get dinner with me? There’s a great spot two blocks from here; it’s my favorite stop after you put me through my paces.”

Joseph thinks about downing a protein shake while wandering his empty apartment.

“That sounds great.”

Barclay leads him to a diner, all yellow lights and red pleather. His friend orders a stack of waffles and fried eggs (“I’m not a big fan of syrup”) while he opts for a french dip and, on Barclay’s recommendation, a chocolate malt. When the server asks if it’s one bill or two, Barclay pays for both of them.

“Least I can do in exchange for the free personal training you’re giving me.”

“It’s not like I mind” Joseph offers him access to his french fries, “I like working out with you. I’ve, um, never had a gym buddy before. UP agents are considered weirdos at work, I’m considered odd for one of them, and, well, you’ve done my workout; it intimidates some people.”

Barclay looks at him across the formica, beard still a bit mussed from drying it after his shower, “Yo--uh, I mean, it is pretty intimidating. But like, in a good way. The kind that makes you wanna push yourself.”

Joseph allows himself a flirtatious smile, “I’m glad you appreciate it.”

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Barclay: gonna miss workout tomorrow. Got a date. Promise I’ll let you work me twice as hard on Friday.

J.S: Have fun. And you know I will, big guy.

Joseph slips his earbuds in; he’s gotten so used to their easy conversation that his best of the ‘00s playlist is jarring in it’s place. But he falls into his rhythm, is halfway through his workout when a tall, familiar shape in grey shorts hurries through the door and drops it’s water bottle next to his.

“Is everything okay?” He pops his headphones out as Barclay shakes his head.

“Date was a bust; guy was so pushy I bailed after one drink. Figured if I caught up with you the night wouldn’t totally suck.”

Joseph grabs a second mat, lays it out, “I can’t do dinner tonight; since I thought you were busy, tonight is for running errands.”

“No big.” Barclay lays next to him, their fingers brushing for a moment before Joseph counts them down.

As the evening ticks away in sets and reps, he gets increasingly worried about Barclay; his friend begs off both squats and rowing, and doesn’t join him for the ten minute cool-down jog on the treadmill. He hopes it’s just a side effect of having a beer before working out and not something more dire.

The locker room is empty on their side, and he finds Barclay leaning his forehead on the wall outside one of the shower cubicles, taking long, deliberate breaths. His shirt is off, but he’s still in his shorts. When he turns, startled by Joseph asking if he’s okay, it’s immediately obvious why.

“Sorry” Barclay is doing his best to conceal his hard-on, “this is hella embarrassing.”

“It happens” Joseph aims for a pleasant shrug even as his own cock starts acting up, “lots of friction and, um, and all that.”

“It’d be less humiliating if it was that. I, uh,” Barclay is redder than Joseph’s ever seen him, “I put a plug in before my date and, uh, I was in such a hurry to come find you once it ended that I, I didn’t take time to pull it out.”

He forces his voice to stay gentle, to not reveal the heat burbling up from his stomach, “You could have just asked me to wait a second once you got here.”

“Didn’t think of it until I sat down on the mat and realized how much I could feel the fucking thing. Like I, uh, I said, I kinda had a one track mind when I got here. I” his brown eyes are Bambi-wide when they skitter from Joseph’s gaze, “I wanted to see you.”

Shoes squeaking on the wet tile, Joseph nudges him into the stall, “Is that really it, big guy? You went through all that discomfort just for a few more seconds of being near me?”

“Uh huh” Barclay whimpers, his big, broad frame shaking when Joseph presses him against the wall.

“That’s sweet. Do you know what happens to sweet boys when they’re good?”

His friend shakes his head, hair catching across his eyes. Joseph tips his chin up, lips slightly parted in invitation. Barclay groans and drops his head down to meet him. It is, without a doubt, the messiest kiss of Joseph’s life, all sweat and odd angles like his first time in his boyfriend’s den in the July heat. The parallel is heightened by Barclay instantly grabbing his hips and humping him through his shorts.

“Joseph, babe, please, please say this is okay.” His hands tighten their hold when Joseph licks a stripe up his neck; it’s sweaty, sticky, the kind of thing he hates in porn but damn him if the doesn’t want to lick and suck Barclay until he can taste him in his sleep.

“No, it’s not.” Joseph cups his face to keep the panic he sees there at bay, “because if you cum like that, I won’t get to show you the rest of your reward.”

“Re-reward?” Barclay actually squeaks, and what can Joseph do at such a sound but kiss him once more.

“Shorts off, water on. I’ll be right back.”

Water obediently patters on the tiles as he shoves his hand deep into his gym bag; god bless emergency laundry quarters and bathroom vending machines.

He strips, joins Barclay in the shower and discovers his cock is even more pleasing than it’s outline suggested.

“Lord almighty, you’re gorgeous.” He lowers to his knees, traces the path of droplets through the hair on Barclays stomach and chest. Then he removes the first condom from its pack, rolls it down the thick cock that’s just tempting him to abandon his plan, then slips the second one on his finger.

“Fuck, this has gotta be a dream, right? Because it’s the same one I’ve jerked off to for fucking weeks.”

“No, big guy, it’s not.” Joseph reaches between Barclay legs, “oh shit, you’ve been wearing this all night?”

“AHnnnuhhuh” Barclay moans as Joseph toys with the base of the plug.

“And you still did a huge chunk of our workout. I’m impressed, big guy, impressed and very, very, very pleased.” He kisses his cock on each very, Barclay letting out an “uhn” at each one. As he slides the plug free he continues, “To think, your date was so unpleasant he missed out on not only your charm and your handsome face, but the fact you were prepared enough to prep for him.”

“His loss is my gain ohfuck, Joseph, baby, please-” Barclays cock bobs in the air as Joseph teases his ass. When he presses in Barclay gasps, Joseph praying the droplets hitting the walls lend any escaping sounds an air of plausible deniability.

“Nice and open. Good boy.” Joseph slowly works his finger in and out, building up to two almost immediately. He nuzzles Barclays cock, “do you always bottom?”

“M-most of the timeOH, god” His head lolls back when Joseph takes his cock into his mouth, sucking lazily as he fucks him open, “I like it, makes me feel taken care of.”

Joseph eases in a third finger, let’s his cock fall from his mouth as water collects in his eyelashes. Barclay is staring down at him, hair several shades darker as it plasters to his face and eyes hopeful.

“In that case” Joseph times his upstrokes to his thrusts, “how about you come to my place on Sunday? I’ve got a whole box of cocks to choose from; we could work our way through them.”

“Yes, ohfuckyesplease.”

“We could play around with positions too” He can see Barclay’s muscles flexing in new ways as he begins bucking his hips, chasing the tender pressure of Joseph’s fist, “I bet you look great on all fours, and I know what you look like with your ass in the air already. You in my lap, that could be fun--oh, ohshit” he laughs as Barclay nearly fucks himself off his fingers, “you like that, like the idea of sitting in my lap like the big, sweet boy you are while I fuck you, like the thought of cumming on my cock and then going to fetch the next one, of me not letting you stop until we’ve been thorough and found your favorite because that’s what you deserve-”

“Fuck!” Barclay moans, hands slipping on the tile as he floods the tip of the condom. Joseph adds “get tested” to his mental to-do list while the other man slides down the wall like a slasher victim until they’re face to face on the floor.

“You okay, big guy?”

“Can’t feel my legs.”

“That’s just the lunges talking.”

“Please” Barclay kisses his shoulder, “please let me suck your dick.”

Joseph smacks the handle until the water turns off, scrambles to his feet and clings to the “no-slip” bar as Barclay shoves his face between his legs. He sucks his cock, occasionally opening his mouth enough to licks his folds. He’s so eager, even tries fucking into him with his tongue, big hands groping his ass while Joseph stifles his moans in his forearm. He’s going to cum in the gym shower, he’s going to cum from his first blowjob in years, he’s coming to cum from the astounding, impossibly hot man below him who he intends to dom into next fucking week-

He cums hard, the hand not bracing him on the wall dropping down to stroke Barclays hair. After a moment, he tries to grab his towel from where he tossed it, Barclay smiling up at him.

“Hey, Joseph?”

“Yes? Hah, got you” He pulls the towel in.

“I was staring at your ass that first day. I mean, I was mostly looking at your form but there was for sure some ass appreciation.”

“I fucking knew it.” Joseph begins drying him off, “just for that you owe me dinner again.”

“Thought you had errands.”

“Shit. How do you feel about a romantic, pre-dinner Target run?”

“I’d love it.”

[13uswntimagines]

Stay Out of This OK? (Mal x Baby!Reader)

Request: Sequal to Better Luck Next Time where the team tries to help Baby!Reader get with Mal. 

Authors Note: so this was super fun to write with @literaryhedgehog​. It’s in the same 3 times they didn’t and 1 they did of the other one we did! I hope you enjoy and hit me up with questions or if you just wanna say Hi!

Team bonding was supposed to be fun. It was supposed to be an activity that everyone would enjoy. Instead, it had turned into a board game massacre. There weren’t enough Monopoly pieces for everyone to play, so the team got split up into pairs. “Randomly assigned” pairs. (Though you would bet your signed Mia Hamm jersey that there was nothing random about you being paired with Mal).

“I told you I need to play the shoe! It’s my lucky piece!” Emily yelled, literally trying to pull the shoe piece from your hand. 

“Chill Emily, it’s just a game,” Lindsey glared from beside her. This whole thing wasn’t even about the game, it was about getting you to talk to your crush. (Which the team was determined to get you to admit your feelings too).

“More like a crushing commentary on how consumerism works…” You mumbled with an eye roll. You fucking hated this game. The only upside was that you got to cuddle with your favorite forward. 

“Well yes, that is literally what the game is supposed to be about, but we’re here trying to have fun.” Christen eyed you as she added a hotel to Baltic Avenue. You rolled your eyes. 

“Yeah babe, just have fun with it,” Mal nudged you, causing your lips to tick up lightly. 

“Mal called Y/n babe,” Emily squealed, instantly being shushed by the flares of your teammates. The plan was to get the two Preath children together, and with your skittish and shy nature, they had to be subtle about it as to not scare you off. 

It seems to be working as you were cuddled into the older girl’s side, your chin resting comfortably on her shoulder. 

“ Maybe you should blow on the dice, Y/N.” Kelley mentioned in a forcefully offhand manner, “You know, for good luck.”

“Actually, I think it might be luckier if you just roll, you’ve been getting higher numbers anyway,” Mal said kissing your cheek and handing the dice to you, while covertly shooting Kelley a look that screamed ‘please shut up’. The team may have had good intentions, but their plans never seemed to work out well, and she really liked you. 

You forcefully threw the dice on the board, tired of the near-constant teasing from the team. Too forcefully. One of them bounced through the center, ricocheted off the hat on Electric company and flew off the table into Lindsey’s lap. The other took out the house at Park place before Christen stopped it. 

Everyone looked down at the numbers. Snake eyes, that moved you right onto the words “Go to Jail.” The room burst into laughter, and your cheeks tinted a deep shade of red. 

“I think I’m done for tonight, sorry Mal,” You said gulping, untangling yourself from the woman, and rushing to stand up. 

“No babe, you don’t have to go!” She called out, standing up as if to stop you as you made your way to the door. This had been going so well until the girls started teasing you. 

“I’ll see you in practice tomorrow,” you said, smiling quickly. You closed the door behind you then opened it again quickly, just long enough to call out “Next time, we’re playing cards against humanity.”

Mal glared at the other girls as Emily moved your piece into the game’s jail. “I love you guys, but just stay out of this, ok?”

“Sure, sure. Of course.” The other women said halfheartedly, giving Mal no reassurance whatsoever. The two of you would be so good together, they just couldn’t help themselves from meddling. 

……...

“Okay we’re doing drills in teams of two today,” Carlie called shaking a hat with pieces of paper in it. She was in charge of the forwards and middies workouts for the day, and while you were ecstatic to get to work with one of your idols, you were also wary of your teammates and their desire to embarrass you in front of your crush. But the team captain wouldn’t get involved, would she? Carlie was like too old and too serious for the team's shenanigans right?

One by one Carlie drew a slip out and called out the names written on the paper. She paused for a second before she read your name, pairing you with Mal. 

You furrowed your eyebrows. Why were you paired with another forward? Was Vlatko going to try putting you or Mal in midfield? That didn’t make sense, you were both strikers and damn good ones at that. 

“Don’t look so excited now,” Mal joked as she approached you, eyeing your frown carefully. 

“I am excited, just nervous, and a little tired. 8 am workouts aren’t really my thing. Also, Captain hasn’t said what we’re doing yet, and I will mutiny if we have to do burpees.” You grumbled, shooting Mal a sheepish smile. 

“I don’t think you’re alone in that… I think we’re just doing some crossing drills,” Mal re

“Okay, everyone has your teammate? Great.” Carlie tossed the hat into a bag she had stowed under the bench. “Today we’re doing timed crossing drills. Focus on accuracy, but the team to finish the fastest gets to go in early and losers have to do 5 laps. Lindsey and Rose, you’re up.”

There were many things you enjoyed in life. The smell of rain, the feeling of warm sand on your toes, and Mal running chasing a ball down the pitch were 3 at the top of your list. Her control over the ball was amazing and the ease upon which she weaved between defenders was too enticing to not stare at it. One second you had been running down the field, pointedly not looking at Mal, the next you had tripped over your own feet, and nearly face-planted in the dirt by the goalpost. 

“Whoa there kiddo,” Tobin grunted as she caught you, an easy smirk planted on her face. She had seen where your eyes were but didn’t feel the need to tease you about it. 

“Thanks, Tobs,” You mumbled, your cheeks dusting a light shade of pink. She patted your shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. She opened her mouth to say something but was rudely interrupted.

“Hey, y/n don’t fall for Mal too hard,” Emily called with a giggle from across the field. And you felt your cheeks get even hotter. You shook your head and headed back towards Carlie. 

“Hey, stay out of this!” Mal said firmly, punching Emily on the shoulder as she ran off to chase you. 

“Whatever you say, kid,” Emily smirked back, shrinking only at Tobin’s glare. The thing that Toby understood was that you and Mal would get together when the two of you were ready. It didn’t do anyone any good to meddle in it. 

…...

“Sorry, no room,” Ashlyn said her mouth twitching as she saw you look over the available bus seats. Or more specifically all the unavailable bus seats, since every single normally empty seat had suddenly been filled. Team members who were normally bus buddies had simultaneously decided today that they were going to split up over two rows, and several duffel bags had mysteriously appeared to fill up the rest of the empty rows. 

“Why is Alex in my normal seat?” You asked, glancing at the place that had become yours, feeling your anxiety rising. 

“Captain's orders,” Alex shrugged, fighting to keep her face neutral. If you and Mal weren’t going to buck up and ask each other out, then the team was just going to conveniently keep putting the two of you together. 

“Just sit with Mal,” Carlie waved you off, barely looking up from her phone. You didn’t move, too busy calculating the probability that the seat change was going to cause some disastrous event. You had heard the stories, and you knew the risk. But how were you supposed to tell Carlie that you were sure that if you sat in the wrong seat you were going to curse the whole team? 

Just then Mal climbed onto the bus and froze. Oh, this was ridiculous. 

“Right, well since we’ve decided this match doesn’t matter,” Mal said, pushing lightly past you to get to the seat where Kelley was sitting alone, “I’ll just sit here where I can actually hear the speaker system.”

“Alex isn’t going to like this,”

“Then Alex can sit here herself,” Mal said, dramatically lowering her bag towards the seat next to Kelley.

“What about Alex,” Alex started, turning towards the commotion, her eyes zeroing in on Mal who held her bag an inch above the seat, as though daring Alex to come prevent her from setting it down. “No. no one sits with Kelley but me,” She growled, shoving past you to get to her spot. 

Mal smirked, already walking down the aisle towards her own seat. Her eyes softened as she watched your face light up now that your usual seat was empty, smiling when you relaxed into the foam. She turned around to walk down the aisle, and leaned over to hiss at Carlie, Kelley, Alex, and Ashlyn as she passed “I told you to stay out of this.”

……

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” You asked as Mal dragged you down the dark street. It was nearly midnight, and she had decided that it was the perfect time to go and get a snack. 

“Well, officially we are supposed to be getting extra protein in our diets for this week of practice. Technically peanut butter milkshakes have protein!” She smiled dopily at you, pulling you towards the brightly lit building in the distance. 

“But it’s midnight, and if Chris or Tobs find out, they’re going to kill us,” You whined, dragging your feet as you approached the diner. How she knew it would be open, you had no idea. You still stood by your point that wandering around this late was a bad idea. But you would go anywhere with Mal. 

“Which is exactly why we left at midnight. Chris is definitely asleep by now, and Tobin is probably too wrapped up in a painting to notice anything else,” Mal bit her lip and looked back at you. “And there are some things worth dying for. Like chocolate peanut butter milkshakes.”

“As long as you’re paying,” You grumbled, playfully tugging at her hand. 

“That would make it a date then wouldn’t it?” Mal asked with a smirk, and your steps faltered. There was no way Mal wanted to date you right? She couldn’t feel the same way you did. 

“Do you want it to be a date?” You asked softly, freezing on the spot, the ground suddenly the most interesting thing on the planet. 

Mal stopped moving and looked back at you. Her brown eyes glinted in the light of the streetlamp, as she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “Yes. Of course, I do. But if that bothers you it’s-”

“I would love to go on a date with you,” You interrupted her, your eyes wide. 

“Yeah?” She asked hesitantly, afraid to scare you off. 

“Absolutely. I would have asked, but I didn’t think you felt the same,” You nodded firmly. Your eyebrows suddenly furrowed. “Is this why Kelley told me to just get my shit together and grow a pair?”

That had been a very strange and scary conversation considering Kelley wouldn’t tell you what the two of you were talking about. You had been so freaked out that you only talked to Tobin, Christen, and Mal for like a week because you were afraid of saying the wrong thing. It was also why Tobin had decided to be a defender for a day and tackle Kelley every chance she got. 

Mal laughed, “That’s not even the half of it. I’m surprised you didn’t notice, I practically had to   too ‘stay out of it’ on their foreheads, they kept meddling so much. Now come on, those milkshakes won’t drink themselves. I’ll get you extra sprinkles on yours!” 

In the end, you didn’t need the team's help. You and Mal had gotten together in your own way, in your own time, and you wouldn’t have had it any other way. 

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Working Out with Tsukishima Kei

pairing | gn!reader x Tsukishima Kei

genre | fluff

warning(s) | like one curse word

word count | 526

a/n | can someone applaud me for writing this week please. this will also be available on my fan fiction instagram, @/k00bers

“We have to push through!” You yelled as the annoying fitness video you had been working out to for the last half hour was playing. The title was Full Body Fat Burn, and while the fitness Youtuber looked plenty energized--a neat ponytail, bright fitness gear--you and your boyfriend could not agree. Sure, while the man had built up muscles in his arms from years of hitting volleyballs, his stamina was a different story. Tsukishima was used to grueling long hours of volleyball practice, he just did not expect the workout to be as hard as it was because in his words, “It’s just some stupid Youtube workout.”

But even with that in mind, he was still pushing through with the ab section of the video, while you . . . well you had resorted to doing it half ass-ingly. Your body was dripping in sweat while your face was contorted in pain--and Tsukishima? He couldn’t stop laughing.

“You’re the one that wanted to do this!” The blond said, trying to stifle his laughter. “Don’t give me that half-assery, y/n.”

“W-we got this,” You panted, struggling to get into the position as the Youtuber yelled out in a patronizing Australian accent, Now it’s time for leg drops! Your break is coming soon guys don’t give up!

Even though Tsukishima could feel his core ripping, he couldn’t help the smile that kept coming up on his face. You two were farthest from ‘cute’ at the moment--humidity and heavy breathing filled the room--but the volleyball player couldn’t help but think of how endearing it was that you were struggling so badly, yet trying your best to say encouraging words.

It was a bit amusing . . . and pitiful.

“S-stop looking at me like that i-idiot.” You could finally breathe; the break had just started. “Not all of us are professional sports people.”

“My core feels like it's about to die right now,” Tsukishima breathed. “Fuck you for choosing such a hard workout.”

“I didn’t even know it was going to be this hard!” You said halfway while trying to down your water bottle. “I--gulp--just heard of this lady okay!”

His commentary was short and sweet, but then you heard the dreaded three beeps and copyright free music start again.

You groaned and stood up from your sitting position. “That was the shortest 30 seconds of my life.”

“I’m never doing burpees again.” Tsukishima deadpanned, looking at you. “Holy shit you’re sweating balls-”

All right everybody, let's start with these burpees!

After making such a true yet hurtful comment, you kicked him down during his pushup.

“I didn’t even know I was sweating! Thank you for that one Tsukishima-kun!”

“Where would you be without me,” He said in a tiny voice, trying to get back into burpee position. “Let me pick tomorrow's workout. Please.”

It took you a good five seconds to commute what he was saying--your mind too focused on the burpees--but when you finally understood it, it took every ounce of pride in you to say;

“Fine.”

Tsukishima Kei, the man who played professional volleyball yet couldn’t stand a full workout, thought you had bestowed the words that would bring world peace.