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xoxojisu ¡ 29 days ago
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soft domesticity with iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer <3
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you find him in the kitchen.
he’s standing there, hair a little messy from sleep, sweatpants low on his bare torso, his muscular figure on full display. he has your coffee already poured into your favorite mug. he knows how you like it. always has.
you lean against the doorway, watching him for a second longer before he notices you. his eyes soften instantly.
“mornin',” he says, voice all warm and scratchy. “didn’t mean to wake you.”
you shake your head, padding over to him, toes cold against the kitchen tile. he hands you the mug and you take it with a quiet smile, fingers brushing his. he doesn’t pull away.
“couldn’t sleep without you,” you mumble, sipping the coffee. it’s perfect, as always.
he smiles, that small, lopsided one he saves just for you. “yeah? missed me that much?”
you roll your eyes but you’re already sliding into his arms, coffee cradled between your palms as his arms wrap around your waist. his chest is warm and solid and home.
he rests his chin on top of your head and you feel the slow rise and fall of his breathing, steady and sure.
“i missed you too,” he says, voice quieter now, like it’s a secret. “every second. always do.”
"you're such a sap," you snicker. despite your tease, you close your eyes, letting yourself sink into him.
the morning light spills in through the window, soft and golden. the world feels far away.
but here, in his arms, you feel safe. like maybe you don’t need anything else.
just him.
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evamame ¡ 11 days ago
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waking up married / iwaizumi hajime
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your eyes flutter open to rays of gold that shine through the hotel curtains. you rub the sleepy blur out of your gaze, shifting under the blankets and within iwaizumi’s arms to get a look at the time. it’s around 8:00 am, and your very first morning as a married woman. looking around to get a grip on your surroundings you find your white gown, a large pile of flowing silk and lace, jumbled up at the foot of the bed alongside your heels. iwaizumi’s tuxedo lays beside it in a messy heap, the pieces thrown haphazardly on the carpeted floor.
you feel iwaizumi shift beside you, slowly rousing awake himself. he hums and groans as he wraps his strong arms tighter around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. “‘morning, mrs. iwaizumi,” he rasps against your bare shoulder, his breath tickling your skin.
you smile at the name, turning yourself around in his hold to face him fully. his eyes are just opening, slits of olive green still clouded with the remnants of sleep. his expression is groggy and still not quiet awake yet, but it’s just as tender and loving as it always is. he lifts a gentle hand to tuck a few messy strands of hair behind your ear, the golden band around his ring finger catching the sunlight from the outside as he does so. it reminds you of the ring on your own finger—a similar golden band like his but adorned with a small diamond gem on top.
he shifts slightly to adjust his hold on you, his body visibly stiff and sore—no different from yours—as he moves. you get a glimpse at the large expanse of his toned back, littered with scratches all across his skin. yikes. you must have made a face, because iwaizumi follows your gaze to the streaks of red all along his muscles. he just smiles—a little amused—and shakes his head in a way that tells you it’s nothing to fuss over before pressing a chaste kiss to your temple reassuringly. he takes your hand into his, running his thumb along the cool band of metal on your finger in thought. you watch the dazed look in his eyes as his mind wanders, probably somewhere to the unfamiliar reality of him being a husband. your husband. he peppers your knuckles with light kisses before letting go of your hand to pull you impossibly closer to him. as nonchalant as iwaizumi can be, he holds you like he has the power to merge you two into one and has an awfully hard time letting go. his lips press against the top of your head, his words whispered against your scalp like a promise—a vow, “i love you.”
he pulls the covers higher over the two of you, trapping the heat from your bodies underneath the blankets and allowing you to bask in each other’s warmth. skin to skin, your legs tangle together with his and iwaizumi runs his hands up and down your bare back. every mindlessly traced circle and line leaves a warm feeling in its wake. the warmth comes with comfort, spurring from the knowledge that you’ll be able to have his hands on your back like this for as long as you continue to live. the drunken mess from last night is left scattered across the room and the sun rises higher to signal the beginning of the day ahead, but none of it really matters just yet. right now, it’s the intertwining of breaths and limbs and all in the present that means everything. the two of you—newly wedded today and forever each other’s in the future.
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m.list | taglist | tags: @scoupsworld @mires765 @amaliaaliena @nanasrkives @bakugouswaif @frozen-waffle a/n: kept seeing videos of this trend and thought it was the perfect prompt for a fic. had to do it for my husband of course.
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marvelstoriesepic ¡ 2 months ago
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Train Me in Resistance
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Pairing: Personal Trainer!Bucky x Roommate!Reader
Summary: You finally give in to your annoyingly hot and impossibly persistent roommate’s offer for a personal training session.
Word Count: 2.5k
Warnings: mentions of physical exhaustion; slightly suggestive themes; sexual tension; slight mention of panic attacks; mutual pining; dramatic reader
Author’s Note: Ahh omg this brought me so much joy!! I’m such a sucker for Bucky and Reader being roommates, it’s crazy. This request was amazing, my darling, thank you so much for sending it in!! Hope you’ll enjoy ♡
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Your keys jingle as you step into the apartment with a bag of overpriced groceries and a head full of static.
You’ve been having a gut feeling the whole way home and it won’t leave you alone.
And to top it off, you’re wearing leggings - traitorous, already one foot in the grave - and an old sweatshirt that’s a little oversized.
Bucky’s eyes sparkle when he sees you and you want to turn around and slam the door in his face.
“Oh ho ho,” he exclaims, rising from the floor where he’s been doing pushups for no reason. “Is that workout gear I see?”
You open your mouth to lie, or deflect, or curse him out.
“Don’t start,” you say, tossing your keys in the bowl by the door. “They were the only clean pants I had.”
“Pants are pants,” he shrugs, a grin forming his mouth. “You’re halfway there.”
He’s got his arms crossed and his stupid trainer tank is doing terrible things to your concentration. There’s a drop of sweat on his collarbone that you hate yourself for noticing.
Your heart jumps. Stumbles. Recovers with a limp.
“I’m nowhere,” you mutter, already walking past him to the kitchen.
“Nowhere’s closer to somewhere,” he calls after you, that grin still in his voice.
“Leave me alone, Barnes.”
His laugh echoes.
Bucky has been asking you to let him train you for months.
Months of come on, it’ll be fun and just one session, doll and you don’t even have to leave the apartment, doll, I’ll bring the gym to you. He says it as if he’s Santa Claus.
Setting the bag with groceries on the kitchen counter, you begin to put the items out and away.
You’ve got exactly four seconds of peace.
Four. That’s all it takes for the sound of his footsteps to find you again.
The floor creaks. The refrigerator hums. Your spine straightens on instinct.
And there he is, standing in the doorway to the kitchen, now fucking shirtless with a pair of resistance bands as if they’re holy relics and not the medieval torture devices they obviously are.
“You’re out of excuses, doll,” he claims. Smirking.
You don’t look at him, but you close the door of the kitchen cabinet stronger than needed.
His smirk is something you can feel all over your body. It’s the kind of smug that sips your oxygen when you’re trying to breathe.
“I wasn’t aware leave me alone was a limited-time offer,” you mumble as you pick up the freshly bought cereals and use them as a momentary fortress between you and his delusional fitness evangelism until you reach the cabinet they belong in.
“I’ve asked nicely,” he says, walking around the counter like a jungle cat with a mission. “I’ve begged-”
“You threatened to unplug the Wi-Fi.”
He grins without shame. “Persuasion comes in many forms.”
You glance up and the mistake is immediate, visceral. Because Bucky Barnes is beautiful in that very specific way that ruins good sense. All tight muscle and menace and Monday-morning stubble, wearing track pants and having left his tank somewhere in the apartment unhelpfully. Gosh, you’d like to do things to his abs.
After every grocery is packed away, you make your way back to the living room and plop down on the couch.
Bucky follows. Of course, he does.
“Come on, doll. Just a small session.”
“I’m not doing a training session with you in the middle of the living room,” you counter, trying to disappear into the cushions. “This is a sacred space.”
“You eat cereal here,” he deadpans, standing over you. “Sometimes off the floor.”
“That was one time, and it was your idea.”
“You cried during some dog commercial last Thursday,” Bucky goes on. “Don’t talk to me about sacred.”
You raise an amused brow. “Yeah, and you looked genuinely worried, might I add. Even went to hold m-”
“Thing is,” Bucky interrupts quickly. “This is the perfect place for a little training session.”
You let your head drop back against the couch and groan, long and loud and theatrical enough to satisfy some deep internal need for performance. He waits. You squint one eye open.
“You’re not going to drop this, are you?”
“Nope.” His grin brightens. “Because I care. I’m nurturing. Like a plant. Or a small invasive fungus.”
You sigh so hard it could be legally classified as wind.
But you fold like a lawn chair.
“Alright,” you grumble, dragging yourself upright the same way as a reanimated corpse. “One session. But if I die, or you make me do anything that makes me hate you more than I already do, I’m keying your motorcycle.”
His face lights up like a Christmas tree. You might as well just hand him a medal for Most Stubborn Personal Trainer Alive.
“You’re gonna love it,” he beams, and you’re afraid his smile might send you to heaven.
“No, I’m going to tolerate it. Briefly.”
He’s already dragging the coffee table to the side as if it’s weightless - which, to him, it probably is. And suddenly, the floor beneath your feet turns into a battlefield of yoga mats and kettlebells and Bucky’s overachieving expectations.
He rearranges the couch, puts the TV on mute, and you eye the plants watching silently from the windowsill, already seeming to judge you.
Bucky sets up a speaker, picks the most aggressively upbeat playlist known to man, and claps his hands once as though he’s about to conduct a Broadway show.
You glare. He grins.
“Alright, sweetheart,” he begins lightly, elated. “Let’s start with some dynamic stretches.”
“I already regret this,” you groan, dropping to the mat with dramatic flair.
He chuckles warmly. “That’s how you know it’s working,” he says, stretching in a way that should be banned in a shared living space.
He begins slow. Gentle.
First, it’s breathing.
“Focus on your core,” he says calmly. “Engage.”
“And how the fuck do I do that?” you mutter annoyed.
Bucky snorts, but he’s patient. “You’re doing better than you think.”
You hate how your stomach flips at the praise.
Next, it’s glute bridges. Then something called bird-dog which he demonstrates with the kind of precision that makes you irrationally angry.
And then comes planks. And it feels like your entire skeletal system is trying to defect from your body.
Your arms are trembling and your abs are plotting a rebellion, and you’re pretty sure your spine has given up on modern living.
And you whimper. A real, honest-to-god whimper. High-pitched. Involuntary.
Bucky pauses. Only for a second.
You don’t see his face at first - your focus being narrowed to the floor, the mat - but you feel the way his breath catches. His silence seems to grow something.
And when he does speak - when he finally moves and crouches beside you, voice like a hand sliding down your spine - it’s not the same.
“You got twenty seconds left,” he says, too quiet, too calm. “Don’t wimp out on me now.”
There’s something in the way he says it. Something you’re not meant to hear. As if maybe he’s heard that sound in his head before. In a different kind of room. In a different kind of situation.
You risk a glance up.
His jaw is tight. His gaze flickers too quickly from your face to the floor and back again, trying not to look at you too hard. His towel is in his hand and he uses it to - so, so gently - swipe the sweat from your brow.
It’s a small gesture but it lingers.
You swallow hard.
“I hate you,” you whisper through clenched teeth and dying muscle.
His mouth twitches. He seems to recover from wherever the hell his thoughts went to, but his low voice is not entirely steady when he answers.
“You’re doing amazing,” he murmurs.
Too gentle. Too earnest. Too close.
His hand brushes your shoulder. Lingers again. You’re no expert in tactical touch but he might overdo it a little.
And god help you, you feel your body respond in ways that have nothing to do with fitness.
You drop to your stomach the moment the timer beeps - collapse like a marionette whose strings have been cut - and try to ignore the way your pulse is doing jazz hands underneath your skin.
Above you, Bucky exhales through his nose as if holding something in.
Then he’s continuing.
And you feel awful.
Your arms feel like wet noodles. Your thighs scream. You make dramatic noises every time he tells you to squat and whine a little too convincingly just to see if he’ll let up. He doesn’t.
“You’re doing great,” he says for the sixth time in ten minutes, voice syrupy as if trying to keep a toddler from crying.
“You’re a sadist,” you shoot back, halfway through a set of lunges, your hands flopping like fish as you try to balance.
“And you’re a liar, ‘cause I can see your form’s getting better.”
He might even be right. Your muscles are starting to shake less. Your core is actually engaging, whatever that means. You’re not entirely sure if your soul has left your body or if you’re just weirdly beginning to enjoy this.
It’s when you manage a particular decent set of push-ups that you hear it in his voice. He’s impressed.
“There she is,” he murmurs, not even looking at his timer. “Knew you had it in you.” He says it almost absentminded.
You freeze on the floor for a beat too long.
“What?”
He’s kneeling beside you now, a few droplets of sweat running down his chest, his hand brushing lightly against your shoulder to adjust it. “I said, you’re killin’ it.”
You roll your eyes to recover from the sudden tightness in your chest.
“Is this your whole game?” you ask, panting slightly. “Trap unsuspecting women in their own homes, trick them into exercise, then compliment them until they’re too tired to fight back?”
Bucky smirks. “Only the special ones.”
You blink.
He stands, offers you a hand. You take it before you can think better of it, and he pulls you up. His grip is warm and rough and entirely too solid.
Training goes on and you actually find yourself growing interested.
You stop huffing. Start asking questions. Your eyebrows furrow in concentration, not complaint. Your hands stop flopping through movements and start learning. Training.
Bucky watches. He smirks but doesn’t say anything.
He’s just kneeling beside you - half-naked and smug and proud and infuriatingly patient - with a voice so low you feel it more than you hear it.
“Alright,” he starts after a set of squats. “Take a breath, sweetheart.”
And you let yourself sink down. Only because he says it in that voice that drops like honey. Only because he’s looking at you as if this one set of squats is a moment in history.
You’re sitting on the mat, arms draped over your knees, catching your breath and trying not to look. But he’s right there. Right there. Smelling like soap and heat and something faintly woodsy. And he’s still shirtless. Skin golden in the late afternoon light. Muscles mapped out like topography.
You should look away. You don’t.
“You’re starin’,” he states without looking at you.
“I’m dying,” you correct, dragging your gaze to the ceiling. “I’m having a cardiac event.”
He laughs, and you can’t stop yourself from watching his throat when he does, how the sound starts somewhere deep and moves like gravity. “That’s just blood flow. Healthy stuff,” he eases amused, but fondly.
You flop onto your back with a breathless groan.
The exercise is not even the problem of this session. The exercise is not why you declined his offer to do some training with him for so long.
It’s him. Having him watch you this intently, letting his hands linger a little too long when he adjusts your position. The shift in his voice when he compliments you. The way his eyes dip to your lips when you aren’t looking. Except you are. You’re always looking.
You’ve lived with him long enough to know the difference between his real smile and the one he uses on the world. You’ve seen him groggy and gorgeous at 6 am, making pancakes in pajama pants, humming lowly. You know the creak of his boots when he’s home late and trying not to wake you. You know the way his laugh changes when he’s really happy - like, all the way happy. Rare. Sharp. Wild.
And now you know how he looks like when he wants to touch you and doesn’t.
He crouches beside you again and offers his hand.
You pretend not to see it.
“You said one session,” you sigh, still lying down, closing your eyes. “You said I wouldn’t die.”
“Technically,” he starts, amused, “you’re still alive. And you’re doing better than you think.”
His offered hand reaches out to brush a slightly damp strand of hair from your temple. He tucks it behind your ear. And then he lowers his voice, quiet now, serious in a way that makes your stomach flutter. “You really are doing great, doll. You’re not weak. Knew you weren’t.”
That makes something flinch in your chest.
Because he’s seen you on the bathroom floor after a panic attack. Held you through a job you hated and a breakup you didn’t see coming. He knows how messy you get when you care too much, and how you laugh too loud when you’re scared.
And still, he says you’re not weak.
You open your eyes. He’s already watching you. His expression unreadable.
Your heart is pumping so hard and you don’t think the exercise is the cause of it.
There’s too much heat you’re under right now, so you sit up, but a little too fast. The room tilts.
Bucky reaches out immediately - hands on your back, around your waist, steadying you.
And then you’re too close.
You feel the heat of his bare chest against your shoulder. You smell cedar and sweat and something that must be Bucky because it makes your heart do an Olympic floor routine in your ribcage.
You could lean in. Right now. You could just slide forward, let your mouth meet the hollow of his throat. You wonder what he’d do.
You don’t move. Neither does he.
And for a second - just one stupid, stretch-of-silence second - it feels as though the entire world is balancing on the line between maybe and almost.
Then Bucky clears his throat. Pulls back. “Alright, lazybones. Back to work.”
He offers you a hand again.
This time, you take it.
Not because you’re too tired to stand. But because you don’t want him to stop offering.
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yup-thats-me ¡ 6 months ago
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pump it up!
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pairing: pervert!gym!trainer Wi Ha-Joon x dumb!fem!reader
summary: the infamous gym trainer in your city has set his eyes on you!
warning: masturbation, suggestive, dark 18+
a/n: enjoy this as fiction, please. this is not meant to portray the actor in any bad light. it's pure fiction. leave if it makes you uncomfortable. this is the edit that inspired me btw<3
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gym!trainer Wi Ha-Joon whose pants felt a bit too tight as soon his eyes landed on you. pink bow prettily tied on your pretty head, matching with the pink sports bra that clung to your chest for the life of it.
gym!trainer Wi Ha-Joon who immediately drops the weights he was lifting, his legs taking him to you. he knew he had to get his hands on you before someone else did, or maybe you were already someone else's? fuck it. he'll take his chances.
"do you need help?" his voice ever so gentlemanly. no one would even imagine how he wanted to push you against the wall and smash his lips with yours, his hands roaming around your body like a hungry beast, oh how he would grind—
"oh yes, please!" you said with that innocent smile. oh how he wanted you to scream his name while he abused your hole
you laid on the weight bench, nervously looking up at the metal bar. you needed to get it done, yes but that doesn't mean you can't be scared. it must be fate that the trainer came to your rescue, almost like an angel.
Ha-Joon smiled, his hands on the rod ready to lift it up if you mess up. the first one was okay, your arms straining, lifting it up. Ha-Joon helped a bit in lifting it up.
like a pervert, he quite enjoyed seeing you strain under the weight. he did not even tried to hide the fact that he was shamelessly staring at you, his eyes hungry.
but you paid no mind, of course. to you, the man was simply a gentleman helping you out. after you were done, Ha-Joon would workout around the same equipments beside you, smiling every now and then and on his toes to help you out.
he would ask for your name before you left, his mind creating images of you under him, begging for him to stop but he of course, won't. later that day, Ha-Joon would make several mistakes. call your name to his clients, dropping barbels mindlessly. what could you say? his mind was filled with you and only you.
one day when you let him take a swig from your bottle, he decided it was a sign from you. from then on, his touches would linger more than appropriate, his hands travelling to places, its all innocently of course.
when you hugged him thanking him for always looking out for you in this unknown environment, it was so hard for him to even breath. however, he was not willing to let the opportunity slide though.
his hands would roam around your back as he diverted your mind with his sweet words and sweet smile. he could only hope then that you won't be able to feel his hard on pressing against you, but if you did, even better.
as soon as you left, he would rush to the gym shower, stroking his cock with the same hand that had been on your skin, your name falling from his lips almost like a spell.
and finally, when one day you came to the gym, not with your usual gym outfit, and your eyes red and lips puffy from crying, he was feeling a bit too happy than he should have. finally, your asshole of a boyfriend had cheated on you. how lovely.
pervert.
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wordsofelie ¡ 5 months ago
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🔭mars
part of my observatory event, requested by @dearru <3
iwaizumi hajime x f!reader
summary: you have the biggest crush on your neighbour—turns out he goes to the same gym as you.
content warnings: time skip setting, fluff, iwaizumi hajime is too beautiful for this world
words count: 1.3k
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“I swear I’ve never seen something so magnificent,” you say in a fierce whisper.
Your best friend groans on the other end of the call. “Are you talking about that guy again?”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“What is ridiculous?” she asks, already exasperated, hoping you’ll finally change the subject.
“His awesomeness. This morning, he was on his balcony, hanging out the sheets and still he looked so cool and-”
“Oh god, I’m hanging up now.”
She should be used to it by now. For weeks, your not-so-subtle (and maybe slightly overdramatic) crush on your new neighbour has been the only thing on your mind—and on your lips. But you’re not the one to blame. The man is a pleasure to your eyes—in an unfair kind of way.
You first noticed him when he moved in two months ago.
His arms were stacked with cardboard boxes, his short hair was tousled from the summer heat and a few strands were clinging to his forehead. You were heading to the lift when he walked past, barely glancing up as he unlocked the apartment right next to yours. His brows were knitted in a frown, but the moment he noticed you, a quiet smile tugged at his lips. And you swore you’d never seen such beauty before.
You mumbled something like “good morning”, although you don’t even know if it reached his ears since you hastily turned your gaze away and stepped into the lift.
Then, you started noticing him everywhere.
In the hallway, where he nodded politely but never said much. At the mailboxes, where he always grabbed his letters with an effortless coolness. On his balcony, where he stretched after runs, wearing nothing but a tank top and shorts that should probably be illegal.
His balcony isn’t directly aligned with yours—it’s angled just enough that, from your couch, you can see straight into his living room. So really, it’s not your fault if you watch him sometimes. And yes, on the rare nights when you let curiosity get the best of you, you find yourself peeking through your window, catching glimpses of him under the soft glow of his apartment light. Tapping on his laptop. Making coffee. Just being there.
Not that you’re spying. That would be creepy. You’re just—observing.
The gym is the one place where you can let go. Since work has been demanding, you figured exercising might help you find some balance. Physically, maybe—but mentally? Not a chance. Because ever since you laid eyes on him, your mind has been an absolute mess.
Which is how you find yourself, mid-run on the treadmill, calling your best friend for the fourth time this week just to talk about your hot neighbour.
“Wait! Please, don’t leave me alone in this crisis,” you whine into your earphones.
Your best friend sighs. “Crisis? You’re staring at a hot guy and refusing to do anything about it. That’s not a crisis, that’s just cowardness.”
The thought alone makes your heart racing faster in your rib cage. “I am not refusing. I just- I don’t know where to start.”
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe by asking his name?”
“No, no, no. I could never.”
“Come on, you’ve been eating, sleeping, and breathing this guy for weeks, and you don’t even know his name. I told you—coward.”
You step off the treadmill and catch your breath. Your voice hovers somewhere between a whisper and a complaint as you wipe your forehead with a towel. “Excuse me, but I am not—”
“Hey,” a deep voice interrupts.
Your heart stops.
Your best friend is still talking in your ear, but you don’t hear a word. Slowly, so slowly, you turn your head—
And he’s there.
Right in front of you.
All lean muscle, sun-kissed skin, and olive-green eyes that are even more stunning up close.
Since when does he come to your gym?
“I, uh-hi,” you stammer, yanking out an earbud.
He nods toward the treadmill. “Are you still using this?”
"Yes-I mean no. I-I…"
The corner of his lips turns upwards. “Yes or no?”
Everything in your head seems to come out scrambled, in the wrong order. "No! I mean-I'm done! It’s all yours!"
“Is it your neighbour?” Your best friend, still very much on the call, says. She doesn’t wait for your answer to add, "Ask his name."
"Shut up!" you blurt out and you feel heat scorching your face when you realise what you said out loud. You wave your hands in panic and rush to explain, “Oh my god, not you. Sorry”
Your neighbour looks somewhere between amused and mildly concerned. "Uh… right. Thanks." He still remains polite, almost too kind even though you just made a fool of yourself.
And just like that, he steps onto the treadmill, setting up his workout while you remain frozen in pure, undiluted mortification.
You spin on your heel and flee.
And for the next week, you avoid the gym like the plague and close your curtains.
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It’s late Friday evening when the universe decides to ruin you again.
You step into the apartment complex’s lift, pressing the button for your floor. Just as the doors begin to close, a hand shoots out, stopping them.
You don’t even have time to react before he steps in.
The hot neighbour, whose name still remains a mystery.
He barely spares you a glance as he enters—until his eyes flick toward you, lingering just long enough for a smirk to tug at the corner of his mouth.
"You quit the gym?" he asks after a moment of silence.
You nearly choke. "What? No! I’ve just been… busy. With work. I work a lot… these days."
His smirk deepens. "Right. Then that’s even more reason to go back. It's good not only for physical health, but also for mental health.”
You clear your throat, grasping for composure. “You talk like a true professional.”
His eyes widen, you’re not sure why but he suddenly seems uncomfortable. He scratches the back of his neck and his eyes fall to the ground. “Sorry, that sounded like I’m mansplaining or something.”
“Not at all.” You smile a little. “But I guess I don’t have much of a choice now, do I?”
He immediately lifts his eyes and there's relief on his face, the frown that had formed a few seconds earlier, go away. You can see him tilting his head slightly, considering you.
"I’m going tomorrow morning. You coming?"
You swallow. "I-yeah. Sure."
"Cool," he says easily. Then, after a beat, "Wanna grab a coffee after?"
Your heart stumbles.
"Like… together?"
He huffs a quiet laugh. "Yeah. I mean, no pressure, you can totally say no."
You open your mouth, then close it again. A week ago, you were a coward who wished to never bump into him again. And now—now—he’s standing in a lift, casually inviting you for coffee like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
"I-yeah. That’d be nice."
The lift dings. He steps aside, letting you go first. It only takes a few steps to reach your door, but somehow, it feels incredibly long. You finally turn to wish him a good night, but his voice cuts through the quiet first.
“Oh, and I’m Iwaizumi, by the way. Nice to meet you.”
You take a second to breathe in his words, his name.
You say yours in return—and you swear you see his cheeks redden just a little.
"Then, see you tomorrow, neighbour." He exclaims, throwing you one last glance over his shoulder.
And just like that, he disappears into his apartment.
While you stand there, staring after him, pulse thudding in your ears.
You finally know the name of your hot neighbour.
And he just asked you on a date.
You call your best friend that night to tell her everything. “What should I wear? More like casual? Or classy?” You ask her at some point.
Though she’s away, you can sense the smile on her face. “Gosh, I really should get paid for this.”
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a/n: writing for iwaizumi hajime 27 athletic trainer is the best therapy
special tag for @sahrii im glad i can share my iwa obsession with you <3
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click4rainy ¡ 6 months ago
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👽: He’s a cutie patootie FR. Had the BIGGEST crush on him when Ultra Sun came out. Have the biggest crush on him now. TEEHEE 🤭
✅:Proof Read
🖇️:Guzma x Reader (ROM Fic)
⚠️:(SFW), Fluffy, love hate relationship, he’s a big dumb bully that “totally” hates you. Slow slow burn. Rivals to lovers? Or enemies to lovers? Something like thatt
★ The sun hung lazily in the sky over Route 11, casting soft rays across the tall, waving grass. You were crouched low, gently coaxing a Cutiefly so you could add it to your Pokedex entry. The buzzing pokemon flitted about, wings shimmering in the light, but eventually settled on a large rock nearby, holding still just long enough for you to get a proper shot of it.
★ “Gotcha,” you whispered, standing up to brush the dirt from your knees.
★ “Ahww, look at you. Real impressive,” a familiar, grating voice drawled behind you.
★ You sighed, already knowing who it was without needing to turn around.
★ “Guzma,” you greet him flatly, as if his sudden appearance was just as normal as a Pidgey flying overhead…
★ Nothing better than the self proclaimed “Gang leader” of Team Skull approaching you. He had a knack for that it seemed. What a thorn in your side.
★ He stepped out from behind a tree, leaning casually against the trunk as he folded his arms over his chest. His white dyed hair sticking out wildly, matching perfectly with that fuck all attitude he always carried.
★ “You really got nothin’ better to do than babysit bugs out here?” He smirked, tilting his head to watch the Cutiefly dart away. “What, you tryna be a professor now? Fillin’ that Pokédex all proper?”
★Glancing up at him, almost chronically unimpressed with him at this point. “Yeah, some of us like helping out, you know. Not everything’s about causing trouble.”
★ “Tch—Sounds boring.” He kicked a pebble across the path, eyes flicking toward you in a way he hoped you didn’t notice.
★ But…you noticed. It was hard not to, considering how used to his antics you were. The sneering, the teasing. But something about the way he kept showing up around you, especially when you were obviously out by yourself. It made you wonder…
★ “Uh huh,” you replied dryly, stepping further down the route as if to leave him behind. “If it’s so boring, why are you here?”
★ “Pfft—i ain’t here for you,” he retorted quickly, catching up with you in three strides. “I’m just—ya know—scouting. This place’s on Skull’s uh, radar.”
★ You couldn’t control the lift in your brows, amusement coloring your features. “Really? Hm. Last i checked, Cutiefly weren’t exactly rare treasures for your big schemes.”
★ Guzma frowned, clicking his tongue. “Maybe I just like walkin’ around. Got a problem with that?”
★ You snort softly at his stupid, almost charming, defensiveness. Shaking your head, “No, no problem here. I just think its kinda funny how you always ‘happen’ to be wherever I am.”
★ His steps faltered for half a second before he regained his composure, shoving his hands into his pockets with a scowl. “You think too much, ya know that?”
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★ The two of you kept walking, the silence stretching out, broken only by the occasional rustling of wild Pokémon in the grass. It wasn’t uncomfortably awkward, though. Guzma, despite his reputation, had this strange way of being tolerable when he wasn’t actively trying to irk you.
★ As you crouched to inspect another little Pokémon, Guzma shifted from foot to foot behind you. Clearly restless.
★ “So…what, you really enjoy all this?” He asked suddenly, nodding at the Pokédex in your hand.
★ “I do.” You simply replied with a small shrug. “I like learning about Pokemon, helping them when i can…guess its just the way i am, i dunno.” You nonchalantly say.
★ Guzma scoffed, but his usual venom wasn’t there. “Figures. Bet youre the type to give a Potion to a wild Rattata or somethin’.”
★ “Maybe,” you replied with a small smile.
★ He stayed quiet after that, watching as you worked. After a while, you stood up and stretched your arms above your head.
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★ “Alright, I think i’m done for today.”
★ “Bout time,” Guzma grumbled, though he made no move to leave. “You headin’ back?”
★ “Yeah. You…wanna walk with me?”
★ His eyes narrowed suspiciously, like you asked him to confess his deepest secret or something. “And why, would i do that?”
★ “Because you clearly have nothing better to do.” You sigh, rolling your eyes at him.
★ Guzma opened his mouth for a snarky comeback but shut it just as quickly. Staring at you for a long second, his brows furrowing before shrugging dramatically.
★ “Fine, but don’t get any ideas. I ain’t bein’ nice or nothin’. Just…bored”
★ “Sure, sure.” You bite back a grin as you side glance him.
★ The two of you walked down the path, the heat of the afternoon sun easing into a cooler breeze. A flock of wingull circled overhead, their caws blending into the soft hum of the route. Guzma kicked at the dirt, his hands shoved deep into his hoodie pockets.
★ “So,” you began, glancing at him from the corner of your eye, “how long are you gonna keep pretending you don’t like hanging out with me?”
★ His head snapped towards you, his eyes widened before slanting at you. “Hah?! You kiddin’ me? I don’t—“
★ “Relax,” You laughed, matching his steps. “I’m messing with you. Mostly.”
★ Guzma huffed loudly, but there was a tiny smile playing at hush lips while dragging a hand through his hair.
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★ Guzma’s eyes drifted to the side, stealing glances at you whenever he thought you weren’t paying attention. Something about the way you smiled at wild Pokémon, or how gently encouraged a Metapod out of the path, made his chest feel weird—tight almost. He hated it.
★ “Hey,” he said suddenly, his chin nudging, pointing toward your Pokédex, “that thing tell you how strong a Pokémon is?”
★ “Kinda…? it’s more for cataloging, though…”
★ He snorts. “Bet it can’t ‘catalog’ my Golisopod.” He arrogantly points at you with a stupid smirk.
★ You grinned, ignoring his dumb jab and instead find interest in his ace. “You’re really proud of that thing, huh?”
★ “Damn right I am. Golisopod’s a beast.” He crossed his arms, chin lifting slightly.
★ “Well…” you teased, “if i ever catch one, maybe i’ll let you know how it compares.”
★ “Tch, good luck with that. You’d need me to show you the best spots.”
★ “Mmh, sounds like an excuse to hang out again,” you quipped, nudging his shoulder lightly.
★ Guzma looked away sharply, hiding the pink dusting his cheeks. “You wish…”
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★ The path eventually led to a small clearing. The sun finally dipping and painting the sky is soft oranges and pinks. The sound and smell of the nearby ocean faintly lingering in the air. Guzma slowed his steps, almost reluctantly. Like he was about to say something…
★ “What? are you scared of the dark?” You playfully ask, looking over tour shoulder to see him already catching back up.
★ “You’re so annoyin’ sometimes” he simply mutters, not bothering to pull away from you as your shoulders brush against each other.
★ Eventually, the sky had melted into deeper shades of purple and orange when you reached the edge of the route. The last bit of sunlight lingered on the horizon, but it wouldn’t be much longer until nightfall. Kricketot settled into their chirping, the evening proving its presence when the breeze nipped at tour akin, making it prickle.
★ Your eyes slid to the side, catching Guzma stealing yet another glance your way. He shoved his hands further into his hoodie pockets and looked away quickly, pretending to focus on a distant tree, as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.
★ “You know,” you drawled out, breaking the silence. “I can get home just fine from here. You don’t have to stick around…”
★He scoffed at that, waving off your words. “Yeah, right. Like i’m gonna let you wander off alone when it’s gettin’ dark.”
★ He saw you tilt your head, and tried to correct himself clumsily. “Wild Pokémon come out more at night…ya know?” he added, like you didn’t already know that.
★ “Ahh, that’s why you’re still here.” You press, but not too much.
★ “Exactly,” he said a little too quickly. “I mean…what kinda person would I be if i just let ya get jumped by Spinarak or somethin’?”
★ “Right…” you smirk, and he grumbled under his breath, tugging at the hem of his hoodie. “Don’t make it weird.”
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★ The two of you continued walking, the atmosphere quieter but of course for you, it wasn’t uncomfortable. Guzma’s usual snark had dulled, replaced by something that was definitely akin to awkwardness. Like he wasn’t quite sure what to do with himself.
★By the time you reached the path leading to your house, the stars had begun to scatter across the sky, twinkling against the almost pitch black canvas. The faint glow from your porch light illuminated the small, yet pretty front yard, beckoning you into the warmth.
★ “Well,” you said, stopping just short of the front steps. “Home sweet home.”
★ Guzma lingered a few feet behind, shifting on his heels. “Yeah…guess so.”
★ You tilted your head a notch, catching the way he seemed hesitant to leave. His gaze drifted over the house, as if he were searching for an excuse to stick around just a little longer.
★ “Thanks for walking with me,” you said softly, stepping up onto the first step
★ “Tch, I wasn’t walkin’ with you, punk.” He muttered, staring down at his sneakers. “I was just headin’ the same way. Pure coincidence.”
★ “Right, of course—pure coincidence.” You echo, rolling your eyes at him.
★ His gaze lingered a little longer than necessary, and you could see the faintest crease of hesitation in his brow. He stayed rooted to the spot, looking like he wanted to say something but couldnt quite get it out.
★ Without thinking too hard about it, you leaned in, pressing a quick peck to his cheek.
★ It was light—barely there—but the second you pulled away, Guzma froze like you had just taken his picture with the flash on. His eyes widened, hand instinctively shooting up to where your lips had been, fingertips brushing against his cheek, as if needing proof that had actually just happened.
★ “Goodnight, Guzma,” you said softly, turning back toward your door.
★ Before you could fully step inside, his hand shot out, gently wrapping his fingers around your wrist.
★ “Hey,” he muttered, voice lower than usual.
★ You glanced back around him, eyebrows raised. “Yeah?” For a moment, he didn’t say anything, his grip on your wrist wasn’t firm, but it was enough to stop you. There was something uncharacteristically soft in the way he looked at you. Something rare for the Leader of team skull.
★ “C’mere,” he said, tugging slightly, making you stumble toward him. His other hand hovered uncertainly by your waist, and his gaze flickered between your face and the ground like he was trying to work out if this was a terrible idea or not.
★ Before you could question it, Guzma leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. It wasnt rushed or over the top. It was a simple, soft kiss thag lingered for a few seconds longer than necessary. His hand stayed loosely around your wrist, thumb brushing gently over your skin.
★ When he finally pulled back, he didn’t move far. His forehead rested lightly against yours, and you could feel the heat radiating off his face, even as he tried to play it cool.
★ “Guess i’ll walk ya home more often,” he muttered.
★ “Oh yeah?”
★ He huffed, finally releasing your wrist, though his hand trailed down as if reluctant to let go. “I mean, yeah. You’re kinda alright, it’s not a thing though.” He smirks.
★ “So now i’m ‘kinda alright?’ Ha.” You teased, leaning against the doorframe.
★ “Yeahh, well. Don’t push it, short stack.” He shoved his hands into his hoodie pockets for the umpteenth time tonight, rocking on his heels with a small grin.
★ You couldn’t resist asking, double checking maybe? “so…are we just gonna pretend this didn’t happen or…?” You cock a brow.
★ Guzma shrugged, the grin turning slightly smug. “I dunno. Maybe i’ll letcha call me your boyfriend if ya catch up with me tomorrow.”
★ “Oh, let me?”
★ “uh, yeah? I got standards.”
★ You scoffed at his obvious joke, his tone weirdly softer than usual. As you opened the door, Guzma stood there, watching you step inside.
★ “Get some sleep, loser.” You say before shutting the door behind you.
★ He stood there for a moment, before turning around to make his own way home, his mind swirling with too many thoughts of you already. “Did i just officially, unofficially cuff them or…?”
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👽: not me getting back into my pokémon era?!?! (This collected dust in my drafts.) Might continue this idkkkk tehe. Guzma let me fix you baby boy. Let me FIX you.
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senoleaf ¡ 7 months ago
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a Secret Santa art piece i did for @ace-the-arts :)
it's for their fic "A Thief in the Dragon's Den" on ao3, but the art piece is set a little bit after the fic!
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haikyu-mp4 ¡ 4 months ago
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Cooling down – Iwaizumi x reader wc 968 – f!reader hockey player x figure skater au
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cw: toxic boyfriend Iwa who eventually gets his shit together
“I don’t like it,” Iwaizumi grumbled, the bench rumbling as he sat down. It felt like the equivalent of a child stomping.
No matter how much you loved your boyfriend, you realised lately that he didn’t have the same respect for figure skating as he did for hockey. While fighting on the ice was a respectable part of his sport, dancing with a male partner was apparently not a respectable part of yours.
You sighed and turned away without another word, demonstrating your own temperament in the way you skated up to Oikawa, your male partner for the rest of the semester, and quickly held up your arms to signal for him that no more words would be exchanged on the matter. Had you been in an anime, Oikawa would have visible sweat on the side of his face from the tension alone.
Iwaizumi stayed quiet for the most part, never once looking away and eventually crossing his arms to make sure you knew he wasn’t happy. Meanwhile, you kept a neutral face as if it didn’t bother you at all, even smiling at Oikawa from time to time in hopes it would calm him down.
Which worked very well until it didn’t.
“Oikawa!” Iwaizumi yelled at a particular lift where Oikawa had to support your bum while you moved around. The male figure skater lost his focus, taking in a sharp breath just as he lost his hold. You did your best to recover, almost catching yourself, but the speed of the move had you tumbling to the ground anyway. After you landed with an ouf, Oikawa quickly rushed to check on you.
Predictably, he was shoved out of the way. You groaned at the ache in your shoulder but spared some energy to glare at your boyfriend.
“Are you okay, baby?” he cooed. He didn’t give you much choice as he helped you up, but you didn’t answer. Back on your feet, you looked around to find Oikawa looking on guiltily. You smiled at him as convincingly as possible before waving him over to you. “What are you doing? Let me help you,” Iwaizumi urged and held your hand. Oikawa followed your lead to support you, advancing towards the entrance. You glanced back at Iwaizumi, shaking your head.
“I need a break. From us.”
You hadn’t talked to Iwaizumi since then. The distance clawed at your heart, but it gave you the mental space to focus on this competition with Oikawa. Of course, he never made advances on you; you were just friends.
“Is he coming to see the performance tonight?” he asked as you were cooling down after the final rehearsal.
You shrugged looking to the side as if he would come storming in. “I hope so.”
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Iwaizumi’s hands were tucked deep in his pockets as he entered the arena, looking around for a seat where he could be alone but still have a good view. At the same time, his eyes were scanning the crowds for any sign of you.
Alas, you were nowhere to be found. The only clue he had was the flyer they handed him when he entered, picturing all the contestants. He dared scowl at the picture of you and Oikawa but shook his head to rid of the thought. Maybe he didn’t understand why you chose to compete in this event, but like hell he’d miss it.
While his heart begged him to do something when you got on the ice, he appreciated the performance from a respectful distance just like everyone else did, clapping more than necessary any time the crowd seemed to agree on it.
Thoughts swirled inside his head, and while they were usually shaped like hockey sticks and pucks, they just calling your name now. How amazing were you to skate like that? Why had he not been kissing the ground you walk on? You’re the most gorgeous person he had ever seen, and perhaps he forgot that in the midst of knowing you were already his.
The bouquet resting in his lap wasn’t as big as the one you got for winning second place, but it did contain all your favourites. As he got up from his seat at the end of the event, he was shaking his body to loosen the nerves, careful of the flowers in his right hand. He made his way toward the hallway you had gone down, not giving anyone attention if they weren’t the one he was looking for.
“Y/n.”
You turned, the skirt of your costume swishing with you. Giving your friends a heads up that you would meet them outside, you finally approached him. “Haji.”
Iwaizumi held out the flowers and cleared his throat, feeling out of his element. “Congratulations. You were first place in my eyes, I can’t believe I never took the time to watch you.” He shook his head, thinking back to when he insisted on watching so Oikawa wouldn’t try anything. “Properly watch you, I mean.”
Sighing, you smiled softly and accepted the flowers before pulling him into a hug with your free arm. He embraced you with both of his, snuggling his face into your neck and leaving a brief peck.
“I knew you puckheads were stupid, but if you ever disrespect me like that again…” you warned, but still returned the affection with a kiss on his cheek.
He took a deep breath of relief, rubbing where his hands sat at the low of your back. “You got it, boss. Maybe I could learn a thing or two from these guys.”
“Iwa-chan!” Oikawa greeted from behind him, and you chuckled at how Iwaizumi’s shoulders raised. “I could teach you any time. Dating the hottest girl in town and you can’t even-”
Okay, maybe Oikawa was asking for this one.
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chamaesotis ¡ 1 year ago
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sj-ficrecs ¡ 8 months ago
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fic rec 16!
SO! i haven’t been reading fic in a long time bc i’ve been reading books BUT, discovered this fic rec in my drafts from 2022 lol oops!
This is purely a fic rec blog, always reblogging fics I enjoy. usually Bucky x reader, sometimes Steve x reader, Chris Beck x reader, etc. So check out more I’ve reblogged on this page. :)
PREVIOUS FIC RECS HERE! // Q & A
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Bucky x reader:
A Correspondence of Obligations by @pellucid-constellations prince!Bucky x princess!reader
“ Obedience, duty, pristine smiles—raised as the princess of an oppressive kingdom, you knew nothing else. Your father signed your life away at the ripe age of five, black ink bleeding into a contract between nations, fate cemented with the flick of a quill. So when the time came to fulfill the promises you were too young to make, you expected much of the same in the land of Brookshire. But Prince James had other plans, as did the enemies looming outside the castle walls.”
Sky Full of Song by @wkemeup pirate!Bucky x pirate/siren!reader
“Despite the bitter resentment of the crew, you found a home on Captain Barnes’ ship; on the ocean where you belonged, at the side of a captain you swore loyalty and heart to. But when course is plotted for a legendary island, the secret that has kept you alive for years is threatened to be revealed.”
Starting Gate by @navybrat817 motocross!Bucky x reader
“You attract the attention of your coworker's friend who just happens to be a handsome racer who plays for keeps.”
Oath by @softlybarnes (part of the Sugar series but can be reader alone) 40s Bucky x reader
“Bucky finally proposes to Y/N.”
Awake My Soul by @foreverindreamlandd​ Bucky x reader (Zombie apocalypse au)
“It’s been five years since zombies first started walking the Earth, destroying anything and everything in their wake. Now, in this apocalyptic world, fighting for survival comes as naturally as breathing. The one thing you’ve learned ever since they arrived, though, is that the living can be so much more dangerous than the undead. When you stumble across two young, scared boys lost in the woods and being chased by walkers, you go against your better judgment and help them to safety. Little did you know that helping them would lead you to Bucky - an angry, grumpy, distrusting member of the camp Shield. Bucky has zero interest in having you enter his life. He’s been hurt before and lost too many people to risk experiencing that kind of pain again, and he knows that there are secrets you aren’t telling the group. Yet, when push comes to shove, and you’re put at risk, he’ll stop at nothing to keep you safe.”
No Such Thing by @sanguineterrain college athlete!Bucky x reader
“You’ve been assigned to write a column for your school paper on the team’s spectacular running back. You don’t care very much for your university’s football team; you just can’t understand the hype, okay? Turns out your distaste for football bigheads was exactly on point: James Barnes is insufferable.”
Appointments by @buckycuddlebuddy Bucky x reader
“bucky barnes, finally being able to live freely in 21st century, accidentally gets a fuck buddy and starts to rediscover himself. the only weird thing about this situation is that you have to make an appointment to get railed by him.”
Recipe for Disaster by @seventven dad’s best friend!Bucky x reader
“your dad’s best friend bucky knows you have a crush on him. your parents invite him to join your family for the annual winter vacation”
In the Embers by @foreverindreamlandd Firefighter!Bucky x Fem!Plus Size!Adopted Rogers!Reader
“Bucky Barnes. The boy next door. Your brother’s best friend. The guy you’ve been in love with for as long as you can remember. Unrequited, that is, seeing that he only thinks of you as a sister (at least, that’s what you always thought). It’s been about a decade since you’ve returned home and reunited with the boy - now man - with stunning blue eyes and a smile that still puts a million butterflies in your stomach. You never expected to come back, thinking that you’d spend the rest of your life as a famous artist in Los Angeles with your boyfriend/manager. But things change, life gets messy, and now you’re back in your childhood bedroom living with your mom and working at the townie bar to make ends meet while you try to figure out what the hell to do next. The one thing that hasn’t changed? Bucky Barnes is still the boy next door, and there’s no running from him this time.”
Love in Four Acts by @chouettedubois neighbor MCU Bucky x nurse!reader
“You’re a nurse living in Brooklyn. You’ve got a crush on your next door neighbour who doesn’t seem to know you exist. One day his cat finds its way into your apartment, forcing you both to finally meet. That’s when you learn that he’s James Buchanan Barnes, ex-Winter Soldier. Well, there goes your chances. Or maybe getting close to a superhero isn’t as far-fetched as it sounds.”
Plaything part one + two by @captain-buckyyy virgin!Bucky x reader
“bucky’s innocence is just too much for you to resist”
calamitous love series by @classylo princess!reader x commoner!bucky
“Reader is a modern princess under immense pressure to marry before she takes the crown, she choose her Prince Charming four years ago… but he didn’t choose her back. He left her with a broken heart and her kingdom to rule alone. Four years later, reader is in an arranged engagement with a man who she can see herself loving… one day… everything seems to be falling into place until her original prince shows up at her engagement party determined to win her back before her wedding day.”
Not Even a Little by @intrepidacious roommate!Bucky x reader, modern au
“The problem of living with Bucky is that he makes it impossible not to fall in love with him. Even though you could list several hundred reasons why it’s a bad idea. And you have.”
Followed You by @cwbucky Bucky x reader
“You meet this guy named Bucky through Instagram. Even though neither of you knows what the other person looks like, you two immediately connect. Things get complicated when you start your new job at Stark Industries and you catch a glimpse of the handsome Sergeant Barnes.”
Matched by @nony-bear Alpha!Bucky x omega!reader
“Bucky Barnes always dreamed of settling down with a mate but after decades of trauma leaving him a grumpy old man with a robotic arm he’s convinced no one could love an alpha like him. Begrudgingly he follows his therapist advice and enrolls in the Swan Program a mate matching program offered but the new aged bio-tech company Mate-Tech”
Body Talk by @boxofbonesfic trainer!Bucky x plus size!reader
“You’re determined to come out of this breakup a better you, but Bucky likes the you you are.”
King in Your Story by @sinner-as-saint viking!Bucky x princess!reader
“Everyone in your father’s Kingdom knows that the Vikings often raid the castle’s warehouses. They take anything they want. Food, gold, weapons. Although they never seem to hurt your subjects. But you had had enough. Given your training, and your need to defend your Kingdom, your father agrees to let you trap the Vikings and bring them in for negotiation because this habit of theirs needs to be stopped. You hated the Vikings, and you thought you always would. Until the moment you met a pair of blue eyes which made your world stand still. Bucky was the Chief of his people; muscular, rough and tumble, and arrogant. Not to mention a shameless flirt, and he got on your nerves the most. But you knew it from the very day you laid eyes on his very handsome face that no matter how hard you tried, some part of you couldn’t fully hate him, nor resist him - even if he was the rival.”
Oh Baby, Oh Baby by @tooearlyforthis Bucky x reader
“As a new recruit, y/n isn’t allowed to go on all the missions yet. To make matters worse, they left behind another, someone that she had despised ever since she first stepped foot in the compound - James Buchanan Barnes.”
Before You by @m4tthewmurd0ck prince!Bucky x baker!reader
reader is a baker who happens to work at a shop the royals enjoy getting baked goods from :)
Steve Rogers x reader:
Rising Tide by @pellucid-constellations surfer!Steve x reader
“A relationship built up from the ocean floor, you and Steve had lifetime worth of memories—most best friends did. But things were beginning to change, unspoken feelings creating a rift that cast a shadow over the bond you called home. Unfortunately for you, rip currents are often hardest to spot in the dark”
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recelestial ¡ 2 months ago
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MUSCLE MEMORY ⟢
— pairing: athletic trainer!iwa x physical therapist!reader
synopsis: after landing a multitude of internships, you are finally recruited for the national men's volleyball team in japan as their physical therapist to expand their team. though, you aren't so sure what's the hardest part of your job yet. the harrowing drive, atsumu miya's despicable attempts at flirting, or the dreamy athletic trainer who works besides you.
— cw/notes: written fic, use of y/n l/n', probably ooc, probably terrible grammar too, may add more in specific chapters! | status: ongoing
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chapters:
0: the start of it all.
1: first impressions.
2: in motion.
3: afterhours.
4: collision course.
5: breaking point.
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extra: this is still in the works so things will change! lol i just wanted to get this out.
comment to be removed/added to taglist!!
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rotoscare ¡ 7 months ago
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Growth - Timeskip AU Liko and Roy
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flor4de4amor ¡ 1 year ago
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𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐲! 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬
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thinking abt personal trainer! abs n gnawing at the bars of my enclosure
personal trainer!abby who’s incredibly handsy and enjoys getting under your skin. she’s never sparse with praise and enjoys watching you get flustered when she calls you a “good girl” for lifting a weight you wouldn’t have been able to lift a month ago. 
personal trainer!abby who stares at you while doing intensive workouts (like, hip thrust and quad rolls) with some of the most guttural moans you’ve ever heard. she can't help herself!
personal trainer!abby who is disgustingly jealous when it comes to you. her eyes glint mischievously when you wear tight leggings, showing off your ass, for her of course. she’s the only one ever allowed to spot you. when eyes linger on you for too long while you’re working out, she sends a harsh death stare to the person. who’re they to watch her girl?
personal trainer!abby who brings new foods for you to try during bulking/cutting season. she feeds you the spoon affectionately, “is it good?” she asks, sparse hairs in her eyes and her voice soft. you nod in eagerly, smiling through your answer. she grins, “good. i’ll bring you a dish of some later this week alright?” she has the proudest look on her face. 
personal trainer!abby who benches double  your body weight and winks at you while she does so. “don’t be shy princess,” she winks at you. “if you ever need someone to carry you around y’know who to call.” she grins watching you get flustered.
personal trainer!abby who does pushups with you on her back, sweat coating her brow, and she grunts. her heart fluttering as you giggle atop her back, asking her stupid questions like ‘am i too heavy?’ she clicks her tongue and rolls her eyes, “shut up pretty girl.” she retorts while continuing her set.
personal trainer!abby who's like a feral dog watching you do your workouts. she knows you're her client, but she can't help but froth at the mouth when you ask her for help. she should be more professional, but she can't deny your pretty face and sweet smile.
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urfavblackbimbo ¡ 10 months ago
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Hey sistawives✨✨
So I saw this on insta today and let’s talk about this nigga here LAWDDD HELP ME JESUSSSSS I didn’t even realize that was him in the beginning but look at him being a MANNN A GOOD MAN SAVANNA, BITCHHHH he’s a protector AHHHHH he can fights niggas AHHHHHHHH I CANTTTTT he can put me in a armbar and put me in soo many submissions 🤤💦💦🤪 and now that I’m thinking about it MMA Trainer! Terry x Newbie! Reader and he trains her and ends up fucking her on the mat 👀👀 💢⭕️💢⭕️💢⭕️ sista’s I need to stop I can’t stop thinking about him I need help (not really)
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shiny-kaibernyte ¡ 4 months ago
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I was wondering would you have any headcannons on the bb leagues action Carmine and Kierans thoughts and reactions to finding out the player is a paldean champion?
I didn't know if you wanted Platonic or romantic soooo i gave you both!
Surprise! I'm the champion
Warnings: None
Characters: Carmine / Kieran
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🧡🪩Carmine🪩🧡
Platonic
She had her suspicions. There was just something about you, something different she couldn’t quite place. The way you battled, how you handled yourself, your strategies weren’t that of a normal trainer no… you were different.
Every time she would challenge you to a battle, you’d see this strange glint in her eye. Carmine was watching you, not your Pokemon. You. Studying you, learning your battle expressions.
Kieran found it strange whenever he would see you bother battling, he honestly thought his sister was going insane. If she hadn’t already.
So when you revealed you were not only a Paldean champion but the top Paldean champion, she was star struck. How could she not have noticed sooner it was so obvious! 
Practically begs you to train her more. Carmine would actually get on her knees if that would convince you to let her train with you; or at the very least watch you in battle.
Be prepared to get bombarded with questions because she has an entire encyclopaedia of them cycling through her brain. When you get to answer them however depends on how fast she starts talking because at some point they will just fuse into an amalgamation of jumbled words.
When you tell her, HOW you became champion and bring up Nemona, she demands you introduce her. You have no idea the force of nature you’ve released upon the world.
Romantic
She knew. She just knew deep down you were special. It's what drew her to you. Carmine was infatuated by you, and over time watching you in battle and just interacting with Pokemon in general. She pieced it together herself.
Carmine out right asked you if you were a Champion, or at least an ace trainer with all 8 badges. So when you confirmed her suspicions, she wasn’t surprised. Instead she was proud and deeply in love. More so than she already was.
Be ready to get dragged around the village as she brags about being with you to everyone she knows. No one is safe from her confessing how much she loves and admires you, not just as a champion.
She won’t be as determined to train under you when in a relationship. After all, Carmine has plenty of time to watch you battle and learn about you. Instead she prefers to take notes, learning your history of how you became champion and your journey to reach it.
Starts carrying a note pad every time you go out adventuring. Watching you in your element amazes her, so she forgets what she was going to ask or say. Que the 1000th speed scribble the moment a new question pops up.
Begs to come with you the next time you have a champions tournament. If you say no, or she just isn’t allowed to go, her poor heart. The sad puppy eyes you will get! You better tell her EVERYTHING that happened in DETAIL.
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💜🪻Kieran🪻💜
Platonic
Oh boy. Kieran did not like finding out you were a champion let alone the top champion. Especially considering, unlike Carmine, he found out through someone else and NOT you. Most likely one of the BB Elite four members.
He already envies your talent and skills, and now he has to face the fact you are on equal if not higher ground than him. It isn’t an easy pill to swallow for the BB League champion. In Fact it just makes his battle style more aggressive and him more demanding. 
HOWEVER, after his apology and the events of area zero, he does a full 180. His envy turns to admiration. Now that he has realised his mistakes he wants to learn from you, understand how you became who you are now. The champion he wants to be.
Whilst he doesn’t beg or plead with you to teach him, he will offer the league battle grounds as free use to you. Giving you access to all of his league assets. It's his way of apologising and also a subtle way of studying you. 
But Carmine is still his sister, and siblings have shared habits. You're not escaping the bombardment of questing from him. Kieran may be shy and reserved, but trust and believe he will talk your ear off if you give him even a single bit of your champion lore.
Surprisingly interested in learning how you picked your champion team, especially if you specialise in a single type. Still interested in the journey part just not as much as the Pokemon side.
Romantic
Kieran had no clue you were a champion like him. He knew you were unique, it's one of the many things that made him fall in love with you. Knowing how strong you were and how you held your head up high when battling, he had his suspicions that you were different. Just not champion different.
When he found out you were champion his reaction was surprise to say the least. Jaw on the floor, stuttering speech as he tried to find the words to express any kind of emotion other than shock and pure love.
If it's someone else who tells him, he will probably be upset they told him but will quickly turn to find you. But if you’re the one to tell him, Kieran will stare at you in silence with the biggest heart eyes. He already had a million reasons to love you, now he has another reason to add to the ever growing list.
Adores listening to your champion story, he wants to know everything in as much detail as you’ll give him.
Kieran could sit and listen to you for hours, so don’t worry about talking his ear off, he's a listener. If you think you're talking his ear off, he will beg you to continue whatever part of the story you reached.
Doesn’t battle with you as often as Carmine would, you already proved your skills on numerous occasions. Kieran just enjoys being able to travel with you again. He has recorded many of your battles as keepsakes.
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zoedora ¡ 5 months ago
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Trainer Serena :)
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