blue yoga pants

Ok but how about instead of gym/yoga instructor Damen AU we have a yoga instructor Laurent AU where he wears these really tight blue yoga pants and Damien attended like one class because he lost a bet and he’s really bad at yoga and not flexible at all cause muscles and he hates yoga; but those tight blue yoga pants tho; they kill him; so he keeps attending the lessons and his friends make fun of him and don’t get it

To Whom It May Concern(A Richonne Letter(A/U)

  Michonne sat at her desk. The low lamp light was driving her insane. She had finals coming up and really needed to push herself. Graduation was around the corner and she had to get through this last hurdle. She was on the track to Valedictorian and had an impressive 4.0 gpa. She hadn’t seen Rick in a couple of days. With him working and trying to get through his finals too, they just didn’t have the time to see one another.

  She heard a knock at the door. Michonne took her glasses off and rubbed her eyes. She was so tired of studying. She stood up and pulled her blue socks over her yoga pants. She had on Rick’s university sweatshirt. It was three sizes too big, but it was comfy, and had his smell on it. She loved wearing his clothes.

   As she got closer she saw an envelope being slipped under her door. She could see the shadows of the figure through the little gap at the bottom. Suddenly, they were gone. She picked up the letter.

   To whom it may concern, was written across the middle of the envelope. She opened the letter and took out the white sheet of paper. In the corner of the paper was a sketch of a little puppy and a cat. Michonne smiled. She knew who the letter was from. She started reading it.

     To whom it may concern,

    I’ve known you for the past four years. You were sitting in our Criminal Justice class in the back. I thought to myself, ‘I need to know this girl.’ (So I stalked you, a lot, lol). I knew at first sight you were the one. I thought you were gorgeous(you are very sexy), but then you spoke and I nearly had a heart attack. (Is that how all Angel’s sound?) You have a tone so silky, it moves through my ears as a song. I heard nothing but intelligence reverberate from your lips(My baby is so smart). You’re more than I’ve ever wanted, and I knew that from the moment I saw you.

   When you smile, I smile because I know you’re okay. I know you only cry when you think you’re going to get a B in a class. I know you really love scary movies, and that you pretend you don’t just so you can rub up on me(I been figured that out). I know the secret to your soft skin(Cocoa Butter, and you smell good enough to eat).

    I know that when I’m with you I forget that the world even exists. It’s like the heavens carved out just a special place for us, and it blocked all the other nonsense out. I’ve been pacing around thinking, ‘I can’t wait to see Michonne.’ Everyday I’ve thought that. I assumed a little space wouldn’t hurt us, but these last few days have killed me. You told me once that I’m like a little puppy dog and you’re a kitten. I’ve been sulking around these entire three days with my tail between my legs.(I need some licks from you).

 I’m in love with you. I know you know that. I adore everything about you. I love your locs and how they feel when I’m grabbing them while making love to you. I love your lips(My god Michonne, those lips, the stuff and thangs you can do…um um um). I want those lips now. I love how you look when I slip inside of you, it’s always the same(You’re always so soft). It always makes me want you more.

   I know you, Michonne. I know you because I know you. Every inch of you. I miss you and I love you, and please open the door. I’ve been standing out here for five minutes now, and I have the rest of the letter….

  Michonne looked up from the letter with tears in her eyes. When she opened the door she laughed and had a big smile on her face. Rick was standing there with a small post-it note in his hand.

“Here. Hold and read this.” He said with a big grin on his face. He had on a grey hoodie and some sweatpants. He had been trying to grow a beard and she had to admit, it was so sexy on him.

    Michonne read the note out loud. “To me your are perfect, Michonne. At first, I loved you from afar, and now I get as close as I can get to you, for every waking day of my life. I literally need you all the time. It’s always supposed to be us. You’re my soulmate…….For your enjoyment, I have some Chinese food and a movie. A girly movie.”

  Rick held up a bag of Chinese food and waved the movie Clueless around, smiling as if he won the lottery. Michonne bust out laughing. He was such a dork, but she loved her dork.

   She grabbed the movie and gave him a kiss.She moved her lips from his and found his ear to whisper,

   “To whom it may concern, I love you, too.”

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outerspacetrashprince  asked:

Dan buddy, yoga and meditation instructor spock and bones going because someone makes him?

Grumbling didn’t work. Promising to eat better didn’t work. Swearing up and down that he would take it easy at the hospital didn’t work. Swearing in general didn’t work. In the end, it was Jim’s face that finally pushed Leonard over the edge. The way he pouted when he said, “Bones, you really need to take care of yourself. For me?”

And goddammit, he was a doctor! He knew how to take care of himself! So what if he imbibed too often and frequently forgot to eat? So what if he worked himself half to death and forsook sleep? He took his vitamins. But the sad kicked-puppy dog look on his friend’s face forced him down to the store to buy a pair of bright blue spandex yoga pants and a matching yoga mat. He muttered under his breath the entire drive to the yoga studio.

Leonard wasn’t normally a yoga kind of guy. He’d never been very flexible and much preferred a quick jog around the park–something outside, where he could see green things growing. But Dr. M’Benga had given him a coupon for the place along with a stern scolding that he needed to unwind, so he figured he might as well check it out. He had ten free visits and he planned to make the best of them.

The studio was a drab little building that appeared to have been recently painted the color of cement. Inside was nicer, all wood paneling and soft silk drapes, although there were no overhead lights in the lobby. The only light emanated from three bright white string-lights and a glowing rock in each corner. There was a young boy with a stunning helmet of hair filing his nails behind the desk.

The boy glanced up. “Hello,” he said in a disinterested Russian accent. “You’re new. You here for a class?”

“Er, yes.” Leonard stepped forward and flashed his coupon. “I checked the online schedule and saw that there was one in a few minutes.”

“The fal-kov,” the boy confirmed. He took the coupon and punched out a square and then went back to filing his nails. “The non-member changing room is to your left, and the studio is on the second floor. Elevator is beside the changing room if you prefer that to stairs.”

Leonard nodded and hastened to the changing room. He got out of his tired scrubs and struggled into the spandex tights, annoyed by how tightly they clung. They caught on the hairs of his legs. Once dressed he tossed the wrapping off his new mat and climbed the stairs.

There were already people gathered and stretching. Leonard unfurled his mat in the corner, as far away from the front as possible. He didn’t want anyone looking at him. He stood there, uncertain, until a tall slender Vulcan man walked in alongside a short, round woman with long, tightly-coiled black hair. The Vulcan was wearing black yoga pants and a cropped yellow t-shirt that revealed his slightly furry belly.

The woman had a bucket of water bottles and she handed one out to everyone in the room. Leonard accepted it politely and gave her his best winning smile, but she only arched her brow in return. She went and had a hushed conversation with the Vulcan man and Leonard swore they looked his way. He thought maybe it was his nerves getting to him, but then the Vulcan looked directly at him with a piercing black gaze and raised one angled eyebrow.

Leonard frowned.

The woman left and the man stood at the front of the room and unfurled his mat. He introduced himself as Instructor Spock and said they would begin when the room reached the proper temperature.

Immediately, Leonard began to sweat.

He thought it was his residual awkwardness at the new situation, but then he really began to sweat. The temperature in the room seemed to double and it was like they were piping water into the very air itself. Leonard struggled to breathe, but Spock and the others seemed unaffected. Spock had an excuse–he was Vulcan–but the humans in the room must just have been crazy.

“The temperature is now optimal,” Spock said, his voice rich and resonant in the thick air of the studio. “Begin standing, ankles together.”

Leonard hastened to catch up with what everyone else seemed to implicitly know how to do. He followed along as Spock demonstrated from the front of the room how to stand and slowly lift one’s hands to the air. Leonard found his gaze drifting a little south, to Spock’s flat stomach. He jerked his gaze upwards again.

It didn’t seem very difficult at first, and then quite suddenly it got impossible. Spock made them balance haphazardly and stick their legs out at odd angles and lean dramatically to the side. Occasionally, Spock came out into the room and readjusted one of the students. Leonard was feeling headstrong now and refused to stop even though he was already feeling tired and hot and sweaty. He guzzled about half his bottle of water in the first ten minutes and sweat began to bead on his brow and run down into his eyes.

His feet were wet and kept sticking to the mat. His shirt clung to his shoulders. But dammit, he was going to do this. He’d show that Vulcan that all his skeptical eyebrow raising was ill-informed. He was perfectly capable of–ah!–stretching in these…weird…uncomfortable poses. He winced as his back let out a shout of distress.  He let out a breath and held the pose. Spock came from the front of the room and stood behind Leonard, gently resting a hand on his shoulder. Spock only pushed him a half-a-centimeter but suddenly the tension went out of Leonard’s body and his back relaxed. He blinked a confused thank you, but Spock did not respond.

Spock was up at the front looking utterly unruffled, though most of the humans in the room were now huffing and puffing. Leonard figured they had to be at least half-way done–it felt like they’d been at this for hours–so he drank the rest of his water and mopped the sweat from his brow. Spock had them all stand on one leg and then, mercifully, they could lay down. Leonard felt like taking a nap but Spock didn’t let up for a second.

They lifted legs, shoulders, bodies in time to Spock’s meditative voice. Leonard did find it soothing, and at some point his brain stopped registering his discomfort. He moved through the series of poses not without effort, but certainly without thought. He moved where Spock guided him. Twice more Spock came to his mat and helped him enter the pose required, his long hands shockingly cool and dry in the oppressive heat of the room.

Finally, they knelt. Spock told them to breathe and they did so. Leonard felt his eyes close automatically. Breathe in, Spock said. Out. Feel the heat of the room. Moisture in the air. The center of your body striving for water. Breathe in. Out. Feel.

Leonard felt.

He opened his eyes sometime later and saw that most of the students had already left. A few hung out by the door, chatting.

There was a bottle of water hovering near him.

He took it, looking up at Spock with embarrassment. “Thanks,” he muttered.

“It is no difficulty,” Spock said. He stood with his hands folded behind his back as Leonard tried not to drown himself in his haste to drink. He hadn’t realized just how thirsty he was, but now that he had water he realized he was light-headed with dehydration. “You did well for your first session.”

Leonard frowned. “How do you know this was my first time?”

“I know all the students,” Spock said patiently. “We are a small studio. Also your…expression as the room began to heat was quite telling.”

Leonard chuckled. “I guess I didn’t exactly know what I was getting myself into.” He tried to stand up and realized his legs were jelly. He swiped a hand over his brow, disgusted at the sweat still clinging there.

“If you wish—” Spock cut himself off, glancing towards the door. “There is a shower area normally reserved for studio members. I would give you access today.”

“That bad, huh?” Leonard said, hoping he didn’t stink. Wasn’t there something about Vulcans and a superior sense of smell? “I sure could use it. Thanks.”

Spock nodded and looked away politely as Leonard struggled to his feet. Spock lead him to a door tucked away on the ground floor and opened it with a key card. Inside were rows of lockers and two students chatting as they changed. Leonard gave a wave to Spock in thanks and went straight for the showers.

The water was exquisite. Amazing how different water could feel pouring down his throat or over his body, rather than clinging heavy in the air. He let the water run over him and rested his head against the cool tile wall, thinking that maybe everyone had been right. A little exercise never hurt anybody. He felt good. Energized. 

He found towels in a pile and put on his street clothes. When he left he saw no one until he got to the lobby, where Spock was sitting on a wooden bench reading a book with a pair of black thick-rimmed glasses perched on his nose. He’d changed into a regular long-sleeve shirt that covered his midriff. A real disappointment for Leonard.

He glanced up as Leonard entered.

“Did you…” Leonard trailed off, not wanting to ask if Spock had waited up for him.

Spock rose. His ring finger fell between the pages of his book, saving his spot. “The studio closed. I remained behind to lock up.”

“Sorry, I didn’t realize I had taken so long.”

“It is no trouble.” Spock’s face was soft. “I also intended to tell you that tomorrow you will feel quite different than you do now. There is a certain euphoria after exercise that will fade to exhaustion tomorrow.”

“I know that.” He smirked. “The human body’s no mystery to me, Spock. I’m a doctor by day.”

“I see.” Spock seemed honestly interested. “In two days time I will hold another class. You should attend.”

Leonard laughed, caught off guard by Spock’s forthrightness. “I’ll do that.”

Spock gestured Leonard out and locked up the studio. Leonard hesitated on the sidewalk in the cool night air, feeling like he should say something else. He wasn’t sure what.

“So…”

“I did not get your name,” Spock said.

“It’s Leonard. Leonard McCoy.” He almost stuck out his hand before remembering Vulcans preferred not to touch. But then, Spock had been touching him plenty during the class. Maybe it was different in that hot space.

Spock nodded and Leonard realized suddenly that his eyes weren’t black, as he’d thought at first. They were a deep, rich brown. Quite inquisitive. “I bid you good night, Doctor McCoy.”

“Just Leonard, please,” he said, and smiled. “Doctor McCoy was my father.”

Spock didn’t seem to get the joke but his face softened anyway. “Good night, Leonard.”

Leonard left into the night feeling lighthearted. He bounced in time to the song dancing through his head, not caring at all that tomorrow he would awake sore and tired, cursing Vulcans and their overheated yoga classes. He knew he’d still be back in two day’s time to unfurl his mat at the front of the room.

And maybe he’d bring his own water, next time.

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Maggie Sawyer; Yoga Master.

This is only my second Sanvers fan fiction and I don’t know how I feel about it. Basically this is a fic about Maggie and her (unexpected) love for yoga. It’s fluff and also some smut m (which I’m new to so go easy on me). Sorry if there’s mistakes, I wrote it pretty fast and wanted to post it.

Yoga.

To Alex’s surprises, her tough as nails, badass girlfriend, loved it. Maggie never struck Alex as the “yoga type” or “yogi” as she’d later learn. And she wouldn’t have even known Maggie liked yoga if she hadn’t spotted the mat in her apartment one morning.

Alex had just woken up in Maggie’s bed. She turned her head to the left to find her girlfriend still asleep, her hair draped across her pillow and her face. It was a mess from Alex’s hands ruffling through it the night before. She still couldn’t believe that this was her life; that SHE got to wake up to HER every morning. The night before they had stumbled into Maggie’s place, and hadn’t even bothered to turn on the light. They were much to preoccupied by the passion surging through their bodies. But in the morning light Maggie’s face looked…angelic, to say the least. Alex sat up to brush the hair out of her lovers face, and that’s when she saw it.

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