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viking-raider · 4 years

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Body Shape *Anon Request*

Summary: You are struggling on Your diet and exercise. You’ve had more cheat meals than You really should have. It was a struggle Henry understands well himself, and he isn’t shy about telling and showing You how much he loves the shape of Your body, and let You know that You’re not alone.

Pairing: Henry Cavill/You

Word Count: 1,788

Rating: Fluffy Support, Fluffy and Loving Henry, and a Cold Shower..

Inspiration: Anon Request (x)

Author’s Note: To the dear Anon that requested this, I hope I managed what you wanted, and hope you’re doing well. ❤️

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You stared at the empty carton of Triple Chocolate Ice Cream, and bit into your trembling bottom lip. You'd done it again, and hated yourself for it. You'd been on a diet for the last several months and had been doing decently well on it, minus the few times you'd stumbled and cheated on it. But, for whatever reason this time was the hardest, you didn't know what it was about this week, but you'd eaten almost everything thing in the house, including Kal, who eyeballed you from the living room. Letting out frustrated growl, you picked up that container and threw it, forcefully, into the trash under the kitchen sink and launched the spoon you'd used into the sink. You went into the private gym Henry had set up in the spare bedroom and decided to do a run on the treadmill for a while, and it did make you feel better for a little while. Until you went upstairs to take a shower and caught a look at your naked body in the full length bathroom mirror, freezing you into place and making you stare at yourself with giant eyes.

“How the fuck can Henry love this?” You gulped, licking your dry lips and blinking at the hot blinding tears welling up in your eyes.

“It's a lot easier than you think.” Henry's voice answered as he appeared in the bathroom doorway, he met your eyes in the mirror and had to take a deep breath before he got emotional seeing you cry. “You are incredibly beautiful, y/n.” He told you, moving closer behind you.

“You're only saying that cause you don't want to see me cry.” You told him, angrily wiping at your eyes and feeling silly. “You have the damn body of a Greek god, and I've got the body of a....play dough figure.”

Henry's eyebrows creased and he rested his hands on your hips. “It took me decades to get my body where it is right now, y/n.” He told you, his lips brushing the cove of your ear. “and you know that.” he said, his fingertips gliding over the curve of your sides, bringing his hands to rest on your shoulders. “and you also know how much I struggle to keep it this way. How many times have you caught me cheating on a diet, or found my stash...”

“You hide everything in your fucking shoe boxes.” You chuckled, despite the tears still in your eyes, knowing he was right. “You've always had a stronger will than me.”

“Like hell I have!” Henry laughed, pressing his lips to your shoulder. “I have to have a trainer beat my ass for months to get into shape, and stay in shape. You don't even use a trainer, you do it all on your own. I could never do that! If I didn't have my Trainer the most exercise I'd do was walking from the couch to the kitchen, or from my computer, as I played World of Warcraft, to the kitchen, or taking Kal on a walk to pee.” He kissed up your neck, his hands smoothing down your arms and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you back against him. “You hit the gym here at home, or with me, or on your own, every day. You get up an hour before me, and I already get up before the sun rises. You're so much better than me at cardio. You beat me by thirty minutes at the Durrell Challenge last year.” He listed all these things, as his hands wandered around your body, touching and caressing your skin and curves.

“You've lost almost all the weight you wanted to lose.”

“Yeah, and I'm about to gain it all back.” You sniffled, biting your lip and leaning back against him.

“No, you're not, Honey.” Henry whispered, ghosting his lips over the skin of your neck. “We all have our moments of weakness.”

“I ate an entire thing of Chocolate ice cream, a pizza, cookies and more chocolate.” You confessed, wiggling as Henry caressed your sides and stomach, touching ticklish spots. “And that's just today. I'm so hungry I could eat Kal.”

Henry dropped his head back, laughing. “I don't think Kal tastes all that good.” He chuckled, turning you around to face him. “He's mostly fur, than anything else.” He tried to get you to giggle, but didn't quite manage it, and he sighed. “I ate the rest of your chocolate cake from the restaurant last night.” he blurted out.

“You what?” You snapped, looking up at him, surprised.

“I ate it.” He nodded, pressing his lips together. “I was supposed to do my fasting cardio this morning. But, when I got up, I went into the fridge to make sure my shake was ready for me, after my workout, and I saw your cake and...I just couldn't help myself.”

“I thought I slept ate it.” You told him, mouth hanging open.

“No, babe. That was me, all me.” He explained, utterly abashed. “So, I didn't actually do my fasted cardio, and I've been sneaking Reese's cups.”

“That's why I found the wrapper under the driver's seat of the car!” You exclaimed, shocked.

Henry licked his lips and nodded his head. “Yeah. My Trainer chewed me out for it, cause I gained a kilo in the last month, and not of muscle.”

“Three pounds, Henry?” You asked him, surprised, you'd thought he'd been kicking his diet and exercise ass, doing so well and amazing at it.

“Yeah, I've been doing some stress eating, worried about the upcoming season of the Witcher.” He confessed to you, caressing your neck and twisting your hair around his fingers.

“Why didn't you tell me, you were struggling?”

“Why didn't you tell me you were struggling?” He countered, looking you in the eyes, deeply with such affection and empathy, it made you to start crying again. “I don't want you to be so hard on yourself. You deserve to be proud of yourself for everything you've done in the last months to lose weight. It's not an easy task to do, but I know you can do it, and can't be any prouder of you, y/n.” he told you, pressing his forehead to yours. “You can always tell me when you're having a hard time with it, or if you just need to talk to me about how you're feeling. I love you with all my heart and soul, y/n. I don't care what your body shape is. I care about what makes you happy, and I want to do anything and everything for you, and with you, to make sure you achieve that. Whatever it is.” He pressed his lips to yours in a tender, but meaningful, kiss.

“And if you're going to cheat on your diet,” he added, pulling back to look at you, his fingers brushing through your hair. “You better let me in on it,” he chuckled, smiling. “You always have the best cheat foods.”

You laughed at him, blushing like crazy. “I really do, don't I?” You nodded, biting your lip.

“Mind, if I share the shower with you?” he asked, stroking your skin. “I'm pretty dirty after my workout and run.”

“I'd share anything with you, Henry.” You told him, moving to turn on the shower. “I'm pretty icky myself, after running on the treadmill.”

Henry grinned, pulling you back against him, and kissing you with incredible passion, before dragging you into the shower with him. You melted feeling his hands on you as you rinsed the soap off your body. You looked up at him as he turned you around, feeling your knees become wobbly as you looked at him, dripping wet and glistening. He was nothing any Greek sculptor could carve out of marble, or any stone for that matter. Henry smirked at you, winked and slowly sank to his knees in front of you, the spray of the shower raining down his head and shoulders, as he wrapped both of his arms around your thighs, holding you in place as he pressed his mouth between your legs, making your let out a breathy giggle, feeling the tip of his tongue swirl around your clit. It was a damn good thing his arms were around your legs, or you'd have melted down the shower drain.

“You taste so good.” He moaned against you, making the vibration of his deep voice tickle you. “You are my favorite cheat meal, ever.” He told you, turning his head to suck on the very inner spot of your thigh. “I could devour, and worship, your body for life.” He turned his mouth back to your clit, cupping you in his mouth as his tongue slipped along the length of your lips, delving into your center to tease the growing wetness there.

“Oh, fuck all, Henry.” You gasped, arm shooting out to the shower wall to steady yourself, and Henry's arms hugged your legs tighter. “We're going to have to run this off, or at least, do some serious cardio.” You panted, your free hand tangling into Henry's wet hair.

“Cardio.” He whispered around you, moving one of his arms further around your leg, to move a hand between your legs and slip a finger inside of you from behind, making your head fall back, the cold shower water falling over you with a shiver, or was it Henry's mouth that made you shiver?

“Yes.” You panted, tightening your fingers in his hair, tugging on those wet curls and pressing his face a bit firm between your legs, as your orgasm mounted. “Please, Henry.” You whimpered, gulping as your body felt tingly and warm, despite the ice cold water, your knees gave a little bit and the hand you had on the shower wall, clenched Henry's shoulder with your nails digging into his skin. You dropped your head forward and looked down at him, seeing that he'd been looking up at you the whole time. “You hungry, bastard.” You laughed, then gasped sharply, feeling your orgasm washed over you, making you sway, feeling light and dizzy, your eyes rolling back into your head.

Henry stood up, wrapping his arms around your waist to support you, and kissed you. “I love you.” He whispered against your lips. “I love your body. I love your curves, and I love your soul.”

“I love how loving and supportive you are of me.” You answered, nipping at his bottom lip. “I love how you love me, even when I don't love myself.”

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boogiewrites · 3 years

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No. 9: The Body Ch. 7

Characters: Diego Hargreeves & OFC Eve Corpuz

Summary: Eve and Diego get closer, leading to the inevitable confession of attraction. Eve’s powers grow to make some new very interesting connections.

Warnings/Tags: Flirting. Dancing. Training. Sexual Content. Masturbation.

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Their lives had become a new normal the past few months. Training had become a welcome escape and focus for them both. Eve had slowly been getting stronger in physicality and her powers. She and Diego were also undoubtedly getting closer as well.

It wasn’t just physical closeness, although there was plenty of that. Like the time she got a weird hip cramp from doing too many kicks and he had to put her on the floor and stretch her leg up and lean in. If she hadn’t been in pain she would’ve noticed the hip to hip placement and how the sounds she was making could be interpreted wholly differently.

Eve was very busy, work picking back up and her trying to manage it all. She found time to still be with Diego on occasion.

He’d wanted to introduce her to what he did. He called them patrols, and she called them looking for trouble. He’d help thwart muggers and she’d heal him up. She’d offer to help heal at the homeless camps and he’d be her bodyguard. They were finding they had a lot of similarities. That need to prove that they were good and make themselves useful. Despite the drastically different childhoods they’d had, they still seemed to get out with the same sort of hang-ups. It made for a deeper connection as anytime they tried to defend their decisions, the other would simply nod and say, “No, I get it.” And mean it.

This connection not only afforded them someone to share their seriousness with, their passions and motivations, it also allowed for more room in their lives to let their guards down with the built trust. It allowed them both time to do something they rarely did with others, be silly.

She’d made him give into using her playlists since she was the one paying, she stressed. He’d not teased her too much about her music. But what he didn’t know is she had multiple ones for when she was alone. Eve loved to make a list, and playlists were no exception. Her workouts at home on her days off consisted of her dancing. Nothing fancy, just freestyling like she was back in her club days and music video choreography like she was a teen again. She still knew every move to Oops I did it again and that was a secret she’d take to her grave.

So in the transition between takedowns, when The Weeknd comes on with his synthy beat for Blinding Lights, Diego is confused like a puppy as the single tone plays for a moment before realizing it’s something he’s heard on the radio before.

“I like the 80’s vibes but I’ve never fought to anything this… dancey.”

“Yeah, this...isn’t the right playlist. This must be my dance workout one. I’ll change it.” she says wiping her face off with her shirt and walking over.

“You have a dance workout? Like that.. zumba stuff?”

“No.” she shakes her head and laughs. “On my days off I do cardio to music just... dancing around. Y’know a solid beat to do reps to.”

“Show me.” he says with a big teasing grin.

“Ugh.” She makes a disappointed face.

“You’re never shy, c’mon.” he motions to the center of the mat to give her the floor.

“Put a girl on the spot.” she mumbles and starts a basic hip moving beat. “This one’s got a lot of The Weeknd on it.” she grins almost bashfully. She stretches to the beat, squats, and simple body weight reps. “See? You just do some reps and then dance when you want to.”

He comes in line with her and starts copying her. “So you start with the Carlton dance?”

“Shut up!” she laughs and claps her hands at him. “It is NOT the Carlton dance you asshole.” she laughs and gets back into her one-two-step sway to the beat that isn’t enough to wear you out but enough to keep your heart rate up.

“Nah, I’m pretty sure it is.” he says with a boyish persistent nod.

“You want me to really dance? Like I do at home? I’ll fuckin’...twerk all over this gym, Diego.” she says it like a threat and he gives her a full chested laugh. “You want a choreographed routine?” she busts a move from an old routine from her stage days when she was younger.

“Yeah! What you got?”

“Fine, next song…” she waits for the song to shift. Earned It begins to play and she rolls her eyes. “This isn’t a…” she snorts. “Not what I meant. Not really a workout song.”

“Then why is it on the playlist?”

“Because it IS a routine but not…” she twitches her nose.

“I am intrigued. Understandably.” he crosses his arms feeling the upper hand.

“You’re a dick, you know that?” she sighs and goes and grabs a fold-up chair from the edge of the room. “If I do this, you have to dance for ME. Fairs fair.”

“Oga for oga.” he nods

“What?”

“Nothing. It’s Swedish.” he grunts out with a showy shake of his head.

“I was dancer. So this is… a routine we would do…”

“You don’t fight like a dancer moves, no offense.”

“Not the same kind of dancer…” she grins before it comes apparent just what sort of dancer she meant. “Never done this for free. Consider yourself lucky.” she laughs as she flips her hair over in her high pony and continues spinning and straddling the chair.

“I do. I am very lucky.” he grins and thumbs his lip. Giving her a cocky nod and up and down.

“I’m only doing this on the basis of double dog dare rules.”

“And I respect that.” he continues his big grin and nod as he judged her playfully without a word.

“That’s all you get for free.” she rises out of an almost split on the floor. “Fuck. Need to work on my splits.” she gives a good stretch after moving the chair. “Your turn. Better make this Magic Mike worthy.” she demands with a pointed finger to the floor.

“Maybe not Magic Mike…” he shrugs as another song plays in, I Feel It Coming playing through. “This new?”

“New-ish.” she answers. He casually keeps his eyes away from hers as his hands move confidently to her body and yank her close, a formal stance as he finds the beat with a bobbing head. “Follow my lead.” he connects his eyes and takes her in a waltz light stride across the floor.

“What is this? Am I suddenly a duchess being courted in the 1700s?” she teases and he throws her out to spin her.

“No, because she’d know how to do this.” he taunts before dipping her.

“I’m sorry I’m not that fancy!” she laughs with messy hair as he pulls her back up quickly.

“Oh, you think it’s fancy?”

“Yeah because it is. This is 4 different kinds of forks at dinner fancy.” she mocks. “I gave you grade A… okay grade B exotic dancer vibes and you give me Mr. Darcy who will faint if he sees my ankles.”

“Fine.” he rolls his eyes and pulls her back to his chest. Hands hard on her hips make her blush immediately, a quick beat hip sway catches her off guard. “Better?”

“Yes. Give me modern. Give me it’s early 2000’s and you’re shaking it like you don't wanna go home broke that night.” she demands playfully and they share a laugh, feeling the nostalgia for a moment and falling into a comfortable, borderline not appropriate dancing for middle schoolers. They gave over for a minute, hips and hands and him using his intense eyes that had gotten him what he’d wanted when he was younger. Eve could dance, she’d made a living out of it before and during school before things got too hectic to keep up work and study and residency. She’d danced before that with fake ID’s in clubs, she’d been around plenty of people and places, and she hated to admit that the man could move. With his almost pitbull puppy appearance she could forget that he was very in tune with his body when he wanted. She was reminded of it when she would watch him fight someone else. And she was reminded of it as he had his hands around her waist and hips with no hesitation, a confidence his usual demeanor with her lacked. They came together to sway, eyes locked and subtle smiles with competitive dark eyes watching the other.

“Eve?”

“Hmm?” she asks with a pleasant smile as she looks up to him in the reverse embrace.

“Would you-” he begins, his head tilted to her shoulder. He takes a low key deep breath and swings her away, taking her hands back into a much simpler embrace. “Would you wanna go out sometime?” His voice didn’t exactly crack but there was a fleeting moment of him losing his suave exterior to show the unsure boy with a crush underneath.

“Go out?” she asks rhetorically. “And do more of this?” she asks with a playful inflection to show he didn’t need to be nervous.

“I mean, if you want me to keep making you look bad…” he smirks and she steps on his foot and they share a hushed laugh. “We could go dancing.” he offers.

“We don’t have to,” she answers quickly and quietly. “It’s not something I do much. Well, in public anyway.” they continue a slow PTA approved slow dance stature together.

“Yeah me either.” he chuckles back.

“If not dancing..then what?”

“We could, uh, have drinks.” he offers with a thoughtful pursed mouth.

“We could eat.” she offers with a wide grin.

“Always with you and food.” he teases

“Always. I’ve never seen you turn it down anytime it was offered.”

“Touche.” he narrows his eyes. “Food and drinks. Alright, we’ll go to a place that has food and drinks.”

“....a restaurant?” she asks with a bubbling laugh.

“Yeah. One of those.” he breathily laughs it out and looks away for a moment.

He was awfully cute when he was dumb.

“I know this place. Good burgers.” he nods. “There’s a bar and you can get food. It’s small… not very busy. Mostly working-class people y’know. Easy to have some privacy.”

“You make it sound like we’re going on a stakeout.”

“Old habit I guess.”

“So it’s not in fact, a stakeout?”

‘No. No stakeout.” he answers enthusiastically and feeling her playful energy.

“Promise?”

“Pinky promise.”

“Deal.” she doesn’t break from the sacred finger hold, and neither does he. “So if it’s not work…” she begins with an animated move of her neck. “Does that mean this is a date?”

He pauses for a moment and lowers his chin to face her more head-on, speaking more quietly. “Yeah. A date.” she sees that flash of fuck boy, she’d named it. You know the lip-biting, the fingers through the hair and doing that nod your way like they know you want them. Tik tok fuck boys, the ones with 90’s teen heartthrob hair. While Diego’s hair wasn’t quite to that length yet, she wondered for a distracted second how it might look on him, or if he’d had that hair when they were that age.

“Was it the Carlton dance?” she asks with wiggling eyebrows and he breaks his suave demeanor. “Or was it the chair dance?” she gives a goofy wiggle in his arms.

“It was more the chair than the Carlton…” she feels that shift, his hand a bit more demanding on her lower back, keeping her close. “But I wouldn’t turn down that Carlton dance after a few drinks.” they both fall into a shared bubble of laughter as she ducks her head to his chest and her shoulders shake.

“I’ll be sure to wear a pastel sweater and some pleated khakis on the date.” she says with a sly grin that he answers with crinkled eyes of amusement.

“The chair dance in THAT? Now THAT’s sexy.”

“Oh yeah, catch me three drinks deep and grinding in my fuckin’...Tommy Bahama dress slacks.” she moves her hips grinding on his thigh to call his bluff and before he can break his sarcastic bitten lip to show excessive interest in the idea - a voice breaks their bubble of intimacy they’d been working on all night.

“Do we need a separate license to teach dance?” The voice breaks a cozy moment between them. They both freeze and Eve blinks curiously at the short teenager with the angry face. Oh yeah, that had to be his brother.

“We have that license. And the one for the use of the songs.” Diego’s hands move away without much rush from Eve, his smile fading almost instantly. “What do you want?”

“A word?” a cocked eyebrow from the pale and strong-jawed young man.

“We were kind’ve in the middle of-”

“In the middle of -what- exactly Diego?” Five’s head cocked the side.

“It’s fine. I can go. It’s near the end of my session anyway.”

“Oh.” Five mumbles. “Didn’t realize you were a paying customer.”

“Yeah. Hi. I’m Doctor Eve Corpuz.” she reaches out her hand after putting on a hoodie.

“Doctor, eh? What kind?”

“ER Doctor at Calvary.”

“MMph.” He gives a respectful nod. “Wouldn’t be where you met my mess of a brother would it?”

“It would be actually.” she gives a warm smile as she stuffs her things into her duffle.

“Pleasure to meet you. But I do need a word in private with my brother.”

“Family stuff. I get it.” she nervously laughs. “I’ll see you on Thursday?”

“Uh...yeah.” Diego shakes his head, obviously flustered and glaring at his brother.

“Okay. See you. You boys have a good night!”

Eve pulls up her hood to cozy against the blustery spring night.

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Eve had received a smattering of high energy texts from her friend when she sent, ‘I think my trainer just asked me out?😏’.

With playful accusations of what a harlot Eve was planning on being she was also met with a new nervousness. Now the way her coworker was seeing it, her hot Personal trainer asked her if she wanted to go out. As opposed to how Eve saw it, her mentor Diego seeing if she wanted to do something besides train for once. But he loved training. Yeah, she couldn’t lie to herself. It was a date.

Once the revelation hits her she keeps a sly smile on her face as she goes about her evening in her apartment. It WAS a date. And he HAD had his hands all over her tonight. Not that it was unusual with their new ventures into MMA, but this was different. That was for fun. Not for training purposes. They’d just been two people dirty dancing. At least for what action Eve had gotten lately, it was considered dirty.

She turns her playlist to the one from the gym earlier over her speakers. She finds the same sultry song, the one she’d used in her VIP room lap dances. She’d loved the video for the song and made up a routine based on it. She wasn’t a fan of the movie or book it came from but it was a moody vibe setter and that’s what she liked in her work. She takes a chair from the corner of her room, in just her panties and paper-thin t-shirt, and channeled that part of her that’d been bubbling beneath the surface ever since she’d met Diego. That part of her that kept in touch with her sexuality every day. The part of her that loved moving her body to the music, audience or not.

She admires herself in the dresser mirror for a moment. Something she hadn’t done in a while beyond the quick double-take of having her butt look good. She felt like herself, the Eve she was without all this worry about powers and careers and responsibility. That girl that loved dancing. The girl that went from town to town, loving and leaving and never staying long enough to take root. Being led by nothing but her heart. Not a thought to the future. It was easy to miss that version of herself, but she knew she was better for having gotten her shit together. But it was nice to romanticize from time to time alone.

He could just be a guy at a bar, and she’s an eager woman looking for something that burns so hot it couldn't last. It doesn’t take long for her to fall into her fantasy, recalling his hands on her, sweat dripping onto her collarbone from his damp hair hanging across his forehead over those dark eyes. She could smell him, feel his hands on her she knew when she kissed him she’d taste the salt of his sweat. She was in deep, just like her fingers between her pussy lips. She’d have a spicy little daydream, cum nice and hard, and fall into a heavy sleep. That was her plan for the evening.

Across town, in his apartment, Diego’s night was just getting started. He was looking over documents Five had given him, something he thought he might need to know about. But he was finding it hard to concentrate.

He thought he was past this sort of thing, some adolescent reminiscent sudden sexual urge that made its way into your head and wouldn’t get out. As his fingers fidgeted and his leg bounced, he took a deep breath and he felt his body getting warm, the blood flowing and him seeing the straining against his gym shorts. He took another deep breath and this one felt more like a sigh, a slump onto the desk in front of him as he looked down at his twitching shorts.

“Really? Now?” He mutters to himself as he looks around as if someone could be watching, making his way to his bedroom. Wasn’t going to chance anyone interrupting him again.

He sat on the bed, kicking off his bottoms and tossing his shirt aside. But as soon as he gave into it, it was like he could feel her hands on him, and there was only one woman on his mind. It’s like she was in his arms again, her strong hips in his hands, he could feel her hand creeping up around his neck, nails raking on his scalp and making him shiver.

She didn’t waste much time, her clit already throbbing and aching for attention. In her mind, she finally brings those full lips to her own, hand into his pants and happy with what she finds there.

It was as if he could feel her mouth around him, his hand and hers one of the same, her imagining him in her throat and nice and wet before abandoning the laws of physics and then suddenly laying down and her slipping him inside.

From her leisurely position on the bed she moves on her hands and knees, a pillow a poor stand-in, but her imagination makes up the rest. She wanted to feel that broad chest under her hands and the slap of skin to skin. She felt the slip of sweat on her palms and held him by the hair as she rode and kissed him.

Diego was sprawled in his bed, hand around his cock, and pumping to try to satisfy himself. He could feel her grinding against him, that delicious weight of a woman on top of you, taking what she needed. He very easily imagined it, finally seeing her tits bounce as she moved and the never-ending expanse of her tattoos without the interference of clothes. He was happy to take a back seat for a hot creature like her but he grew hungry, nearing his end faster than he anticipated.

Eve was at the desperate stage. So close to reaching the peak. Everything sensitive and flushed and wanting to lay back and take it. She grabs a dildo from the bedside drawer, a quick stick to the headboard, and Eve was moaning out his name to an empty room.

With a hand hard on the headboard, his body taught and almost angry at the tension, he feels the bounce-back of her ass as he drills into her. Hands fast to her hips and back, holding her down. He let out a frustrated growl as he felt his own orgasm about to rise.

With a moan, she begs for him to go deeper and she feels the release through her body. Hands on her tits and moaningas she convulsed, imagining his cock inside her instead, his hands tight to her hip and breast just as she was envisioning. He collapsed into the pillow beneath him, panting.

“That was… intense.” They sigh.

Apparently, Eve’s powers growing stronger was creating some interesting connections.

@jaegeeeeer @diegos-butt @anglovesthis @likedovesinthewnd

#diego hargreeves #diego hargreeves fic #The Umbrella Academy #the umbrella academy fanfic #diego hargreeves fanfic

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bethanyrob-archive · 4 years

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Gym Time ll Beth & Ella

Discord thread featuring: Beth and @ella-isms

Mentions: @chxrityx @malakhai-ozera @ellicfm

When: The week after the Throuple Pride Party

Description: Beth and Ella vent to each other at the gym

Trigger Warnings: mentions of past domestic violence

Ella.

whether she liked it or not, ella spent a lot of time in the gym. a certain body type was required for her profession and she had been keeping up on it for this long, couldn't just stop now. as if spending hours upon hours completing grueling variations in the studio wasn't workout enough? still the ballerina did what was expected of her. once she was changed into her gym clothes, the blonde headed to the gym and was actually, almost on time. ten minutes late. that wasn't so bad. not for ella at least. when she arrived she looked around for her friend and upon spotting her headed in that direction. "hey gorge."

Beth.

Beth was prompt as always, she was eager to start her workout anyway. It was unlike her to sit around all day doing nothing, but Ellie had had some free time lately and Beth was enjoying sitting around the house and spending more time with her little sister. She’d take any opportunity to head to the gym though, and it had been a hot minute since she had a good workout. Beth was in the middle of doing a warm up on the treadmill when she spotted Ella. “Hey!” She said, taking several deep breathes. She stopped the treadmill briefly before pulling Ella into a hug. “Thanks for suggesting this. I needed to get off my ass.” She laughed.

Ella.

with the amount of time she spent at this place they should probably start charging her rent. not that she would ever suggest such a thing. but a good portion of the time she did her workouts alone, so that she could get in the zone but once in a while it was nice to have company. plus, she and beth could catch up. the blonde returned the hug "sorry im already fucking you all up," she chuckled, hopping onto the treadmill next to her. "you're most welcome. i like to think that im a good motivator," a smirk grew on her lips. "what have you been up to though? i feel like time passes and before i know it its been weeks since ive talked to you. sorry im such a flake."

Beth.

Beth shrugged and started to turn up the speed on the treadmill again. “No worries. I just started. I’m just glad you’re here. I need to know about your life.” She smiled as she started to jog. “The best.” She smiled. “I have been up to literally nothing. Just work. Oh, I got into a fight at the pride party a couple weeks ago. Not my finest moment. I will not be drinking like that again.” She said with a huff. “I’ve just been working though. The long hours make me so exhausted by the end of the day that I just want to go home and sleep.” She shook her head. “You’re not a flake. I’m worse than you. I promise. I’m such a recluse.”

Ella.

ella gradually turned up the speed on her treadmill, mostly to a light jog so that she could get her heart rate up while still talking, "how's work been?" she glanced at her friend. and then her brows raised "a fight? what like a fight fight? or an argument?" ella knew that if she meant an argument that's what she would have said. "a fight with who?! about what? details."

Beth.

“Work has been...well work.” She shrugged. “It’s still entry level. I’d really like to open a private practice one day instead of working in a hospital.” Even though Beth was smart, she still needed to work her way up go totem pole. She didn’t LOVE he job now, but she did love her career and field. Beth laughed as she found her footing. “Like a fight fight. I don’t know if I ever told you about my old friend Charity? The one I fell out with? I was just way too drunk to handle myself and threw my drink at her...then it escalated from there.” Fighting was so unlike Beth but it really was the only interesting thing that happened to her in a while. “Ellie eventually pulled me off though and threw her own drink at her too. It was a great sister moment.” She chuckled.

Ella.

"Suppose it always is, isn't it?" the blonde asked, lifting her shoulders in a shrug. "you'll get there some day. you know its just having to do the grunt work first. it'll all pay off," she assured her with a smile. "no i dont think you ever did, but you're going to have to now. what happened with the falling out? and was that the reason for the fight? you threw your drink at her? shut up. i cant believe i missed that."

Beth.

The brunette nodded. She took several deep breathes as she started to feel her body aching from the run. Just a little bit longer for the warm up. She hated cardio and much preferred lifting. "it fucking better, eh?" She sighed again. "Well...I don't know if I told you this either but I was kind of in an abusive relationship back in Toronto. It's one of the reasons I came here...it wasn't just to get to know Ellie better." she began. "Basically Charity saw it for what it was almost immediately because she's honestly toxic as fuck...and it takes one to know one...if you know what I mean. Anyway, at the time I just thought she was jealous or something. So we fell out, and had it out at Throuple. But yeah..." she said as a smile appeared across her face. "it felt pretty damn good."

Ella.

“It will, all in due time,” Ella assured her as best as she could. “Oh shit...” she muttered as the story began and then she continued to listen to her friend. The blonde almost lost her footing getting lost in her own head because had some toxic behaviors herself. She shook her head to clear her mind of that, or at least attempt to. “So even though charity pointed it out to you at the time, she’s not really much better?” Regaining proper footing her glanced over “had it out because of what happened in the past? I guess you’re not in great terms now?” She lifted a brow “I bet it did. Have you ever tried boxing?” It was something Ella got into herself.

Beth.

Beth shook her head. "Yeah she's been the cause of a couple toxic relationships before...and I mean I stayed out of it and let her do her thing, and then she came in and tried telling me what to do. At the same, it was mostly him getting into my head about how bad of a friend she was." she sighed. "Maybe I should apologize." she said, looking straight forward. "No." she said, looking back over at her blonde friend. "There's boxing at this gym! Wanna give me a lesson?" she asked, hopefully.

Ella.

Sighing and shaking her head ella could sort of see the situation from both sides. “That seems like kind of a no win situation you know? I’m sure she was just trying to help but sometimes it hard to see that when you’re in it. Is apologizing and being friendly again something that you’re interested in doing?” Both brows raised and she grinned “you have to try it! And yes to both of those things. That’s what we’re doing next.”

Beth.

Beth shook her head. "You're right. We both kind of lost in that situation. It sucks especially considering that she was right about him after all." Beth shrugged. "I'm not sure if I'm interested in being friendly again with her to be honest...but i do feel like I need to get this off of my chest. It's been weighing on me, ya know?" Beth started turning the speed on her treadmill down. She could feel the beads of sweat collecting on her temples and her heart rate beginning to climb. "Consider me warmed up, then. I'm ready for a lesson, sensei."

Ella.

“People can get in your head for all kinds of different reasons. Sometimes it’s a good thing sometimes it’s not so great..” the blonde told her friend with a shrug. “Well maybe just say something along the lines of you’re sorry that things escalated that you didn’t mean for it to and that you hope you can at least be civil. Or something along those lines?” As they both slowed down the blonde grabbed her water bottle for a sip. “Let’s do this” hopping off the treadmill, Ella led Beth across the gym and into the room with the boxing equipment. “This is my second favorite stress reliever,” grabbing the tape she would wrap beths hands before helping her into the gloves. “Let’s see those hooks you know how to throw,” she smirked, grabbing the pads for her own hands to hold up for Beth.

Beth.

Beth smiled lightly to herself and nodded. Talking to Ella about this was therapeutic, and it was something she hadn't really said out loud to many people before. "Thanks, sorry for the word vomit." The brunette nodded. "Yeah, I don't have any interest in being friends really, but that might be a good thing to say. I just have to find a way to swallow my pride and suck it up and do it." Beth stepped off the treadmill and followed the blonde across the gym. "What's your first favorite?" he asked, raising her brow. Beth held her hands out for Ella to wrap them. This was something that was completely out of Beth's comfort zone, but she trusted Ella so she was actually pretty excited about this. Beth shook her head, but couldn't help but laughing at Ella's sarcastic comments. Beth took a deep breath, and eyed the pads on the other's hands. With her right hand, she took a swing and hit the pad - hard. "Oh!" Beth exclaimed. That felt good. She took another swing with her left arm and hit the other pad. "Damn." she mumbled.

Ella.

“No need to apologize, love!” The blonde assured the other girl. “I’m always here if you want to vent you know that.” She was glad that Beth unloaded what was on her mind, it was good to get that stuff off her chest. “Couldn’t hurt to just clear the air and move on from it,” Ella agreed with a nod of her head. Glancing over at the other Ella made a face as if she should already know the answer “orgasms,” she reminded her with a wink and a laugh. After clapping the two pads on her hands together Ella would hold them up, “alright, hit me.” She paused for a moment “well not me, the pads. You know what I mean.” She nodded and let Beth go at it holding the pads with some resistance “damn girl, you’re a hard hitter. Feels good though doesn’t it?”

Beth.

Beth smiled. This was why her friendship with Ella was so great. She was so easy to talk to and knew just what to say. Beth quickly turned her attention to the pads in front of her. It felt fucking great. To say the least. "Fuck, yes." Now she had remembered by she liked the feeling of fighting Charity at the pride party. After several solid swings, she felt herself working up a sweat. "Alright. Your turn. What do you need to vent about?" she asked her blonde friend, as she took a breather and a few sips from her water bottle.

Ella.

Ella was glad that once in a while her words and advice could be heeded because lord knew that she wasn’t great at taking her own advice. “I know running seems like it clears your mind and all, and don’t get me wrong, running is great once in a while but it’s got nothing on actually punching stuff, ya know?” She replied with a chuckle. The blonde lifted her shoulders in a shrug and then sighed “I slept with my ex and it rekindled all kinds of fucking feelings that I have no idea what to do with.” Ella hated talking about her feelings “that about sums it up.” She hit the two pads together again and attempted to change the subject “go on, have another go” she held them up.

Beth.

Beth nodded. She loved running and the endorphins it gave off when she did. But this...well she may have just found her new favorite stress reliever. "Oh fuck.." Beth raised her brow. She was so taken aback that her stance weaken a little, but she quickly tensed up again so that she could throw another solid punch."Who's your ex? Do I knew him?" she asked curiously. Maybe she was being a little too snoopy but she genuinely wanted to know who this person was. "You wanna take some hits now?" she asked. "Kinda sounds like you need that."

Ella.

Working out was definitely a good stress reliever and Ella was glad that today she had a partner to do it with. “I literally couldn’t help it. It’s like. We’re like...” the blonde was struggling to find the right words, as usual “I don’t know. Like magnets or something , just “ she brought her two hands together in a quick fashion to make her point. “Mal-“ she was quick in correcting herself “Khai.” That’s what everyone else called him. And she was sure Beth probably knew of him it seemed like most people did that was part of why she had such difficultly in the first place. “It’s just complicated,” the dancer sighed. “May as well,” maybe hitting something would relieve whatever these emotions were that she had built up.

Beth.

Beth's jaw kind of dropped a little. It was clear that Ella's life was far more interesting than hers. Making out with exes was something that Beth didn't do frequently...well..making out with anyone was something she didn't do a lot anymore. She had become a bit of recluse since she broke up with her abusive ex. Beth thought for a moment. She had heard his name around but never really met him. "I know of him, but I don't think I've ever actually met him." she reported. "How is it complicated exactly? Tell me all the tea." she joked, as she motioned for her friend to hold out her hands so she can wrap them for her.

Ella.

Ella sighed noticing her friends reaction, she probably would have had a similar one had the tables been turned. “My impulse control has always been shit, but my self control around him is literally non existent,” she explained. “And isn’t that complicated enough in itself?” Part of her was sort of relieved that Beth didn’t know him it meant she didn’t have any preconceived notions of the situation. “We were together for like two years. And we were doing this like, open relationship thing, which was so stupid because we both hated the thought of each other with anyone else. Then he wanted to get married, and proposed, and I totally freaked because.... well for a lot of reasons, and I left.” Ella held her hands out, “and I shouldn’t have. Because now everything’s all fucked up.”

Beth.

Beth laughed as her friend admitted to being weak around her ex. Beth could empathize. She had no idea what she would do if she saw her ex from Toronto in New York. "That's very fair." she mused. Beth shook her head. "Open relationships never work for that reason. My theory is that if you love someone you'd be committed enough to them to sleep with them and only them." she said, wrapping her friend's hands like she did for her. "Jesus, you were engaged? she questioned. She couldn't imagine being engaged at such a young age, then again, she hadn't met anyone she'd be willing to marry like that. "So you broke up with him and regret it I'm gathering?" she asked, putting the pads on her hands.

Ella.

Weak was probably the understatement of the century, but Ella couldn’t think of a more fitting word at the moment. “Yeah you’re right...” she agreed with a nod, what she said about open relationships was completely accurate. “Neither of us really wanted the relationship to be open.. I just.. I don’t know why I went with it. I guess I thought in a way it was protecting myself, like I had a fall back plan keeping someone else waiting in the wings just in case...” it made her sound like such a shitty person and the more she spoke the worst she felt. “I wasn’t engaged ... I just said he proposed... I ... i didn’t say yes.” Closing her eyes briefly she shook her head with a sigh.

Beth.

Beth furrowed her brow. The whole relationship sounded a little strange, then again she didn't have the best track record. "Sounds a little toxic?" she questioned, unsure if she was using the right word. "Good thing you didn't say yes because honestly that could have opened a whole other can of worms." she smiled, sympathetically. "Could've been worse, Ella." she told her. "Have you guys talked since?"

Ella.

Ella was unfortunately acutely aware that she had been the toxic one in the relationship and it wasn’t something she was proud of. “Of it could have ended up being just the two of us happily ever after,” of course it was impossible to be sure about that but she could still assume it might have turned out that way. “Since we slept together? Yeah. We’re still... talking about where to go from here I guess. Taking it slow...” shaking her head she sighed again “and it’s scary as fuck to be honest.”

Beth.

"Maybe..." she trailed off, even though she wasn't too convinced of it herself. But it wasn't her relationships so who was she to judge? She raised her brow, curiously. "Are you still in love with him?" she asked, a mischievous glimmer in her eye.

Ella.

Ella shot her friend a look, she could tell by the way she let her sentence trail off that she didn’t believe that would be the case. Hitting her gloves together the blonde would throw her punches at the pads, not nearly as hard as she would normally, this was all about easing Beth in after all. “Completely,” she admitted with a sigh “I don’t really know how to handle it. Help me!” She laughed.

Beth.

Beth jumped a little when Ella hit the pads, not really expecting that she would have to really hold her stance if Ella wasn't going to knock her on her ass. She tightened up a little, flexing her muscles for a more sold stance. "Girl, I am the last person that should be giving out relationship advice." she admitted with a tiny laugh. "But if I were to give you some advice from the little I know about the situation...It sounds like you can do way better. If the rumors I've heard about Khai is true, then he's got a lot of his own shit he needs to work on."

Ella.

Ella was trying not to go with her usual force but that was also hard to do when there was something on her mind, too. “Clearly I’m not great in relationships either.” She took a few more hits putting more thought into the force behind them this time so it’s wasn’t overbearing “we’ve all got our own shit though don’t we?”

Beth.

"We can get shit at them together then." she admitted, holding her stance for Ella. "Yeah, I guess. But that doesn't mean we need to bare others' as well. Sometimes we gotta just focus on helping ourselves, eh?"

Ella.

“I’m already shit at them!” Ella said with a laugh and a shake of her head. “But isn’t that sort of what you do when you love someone? Take the good with the bad?”

Beth.

Bethany thought about how we're supposed to love the good and the bad about the people you're with. Beth did that. She loved the good and the bad about her ex, and gave him several chances to fix the bad. "Sometimes the good out weighs the bad.." she paused. She didn't want to be a downer on during their gym session. "But ya know...I'm sure Khai was worth it." she mused.

Ella.

“Sometimes it does...” letting out a sigh she could feel her shoulders sinking down some. “I know I probably need to just stop talking about it because I don’t know what will come of it. It’s just like... it consumes my fucking mind, I don’t know what to do.”

Beth.

Beth huffed. "Working out helps." she told her. "I also heard there's a great therapist around here." she suggested. "But you can always talk to me about it, yeah?" she smiled over at her friend. "How about we get some food? I'm starving."

#discord #ella

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Fic Request: Miraxus; Mira running on a treadmill while connected to a heart monitor as part of a stress test, the stress proving too much for Mira's heart, resulting in a massive heart attack and Laxus must revive her. Feel free to tweak this to your liking.

“Freed, what are you doing?”

“You told me,” the man stated simply, hands clasped behind his back and a hum on his lips, “that you wanted your guild to be in tip top shape when you are officially handed over the reigns by Master Makarov. So I thought, what is the most important part of a guildhall? What is the lifeblood? It’s waitstaff, of course!”

“What’s life blood versus regular blood?” Mirajane asked where she sat at one of the tables, her sister and Kinana flanking her on either side. “Should I have studied for that? I didn’t know there’d be a written portion of things.”

“There ain’t,” Laxus grumbled as Lisanna only giggled into her palm and Kinana wondered herself. Then the slayer seemed uncertain and glanced at Freed. “Is there?”

“I could quickly devise one if everyone would like-”

“No.” Suddenly, Lisanna wasn’t so giggly. “And no drug tests either!”

“Why,” Laxus growled then as he gave her a glance, “would that bother you?”

“I wouldn’t want one either,” Mira added. “I haven’t studied enough drugs to really know if I can be tested on them.”

“I too would like to be exempt from that?” Kinana sounded more like she was questioning as she rose her hands. “I don’t feel comfortable supplying you with my…urine? I’m sorry.”

“Oh, Kinana, no.” Mira was quick to pat her on the shoulder. “Urine means pee. That’s not a drug.”

“Would you all shut up?” Laxus was growing annoyed. He wasn’t even officially in charge of the place yet and already he was getting a migraine. “Freed, why the hell did you ask us all here so early?”

“Well, they’re not here early. Or Mira isn’t. This is the normal time she should be prepping for opening.”

“Then hwy the hell are you interrupting her from that?”

He bowed his head then, the rune mage did, before gesturing to what they’d all been curious about the whole time.

“I,” he explained, “took it upon myself to locate a heart rate monitor and a treadmill. The way I see it, Laxus, once it gets out that the greatest mage to ever walk the planet, Raijin, has decided to grace us with his exquisite leadership-”

“I’m about to vomit,” Lisanna griped as she made a gagging noise.

“Well, I haven’t mopped yet, so go ahead, I suppose,” her sister offered. “But don’t pee or anything. I hear Laxus wants to get access to that? Or-”

“Do not,” the slayer was growling at the women once more, “go around telling people that. I didn’t say that.”

“I feel like he did,” Lisanna whispered to which Mira shrugged and Kinana nodded.

“It was implied,” the purple haired woman assured the other two and ugh.

“Get,” Laxus growled at Freed, “to the point. Before I fire the entire waitstaff.”

It wasn’t as if the thought hadn’t crossed his mind before. Frequently.

“I merely thought that with the no doubt increase in interest in our already capacity bar,” Freed was hurrying right along, “that the women should be expecting to work even harder. Rush around even faster. And since they are not working mages, currently, I feared this might be a problem for them, should they have gotten more used to the docile side of things. A physical assessment would clear up any quandaries, however.”

“Working- I am too a working mage.” Lisanna scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “I went on a job… Well, I hardly work here either.”

“She’s right,” Mira agreed, who’d more than been footing the bill for her sister. The price of resurrection. She’d pay it a billion times over. “She hardly works at anything.”

“Other than chasing that high, huh?” Laxus grumbled to which Lisanna stuck her tongue out at him.

“You refuse one drug test and you’re the enemy, but a man is asking for three women’s pee,” Lisanna griped, “and he gets a guildhall.”

“Sounds like a sound plan from me,” Freed assured them as Laxus only growled.

“I’m not allowed to work, actually, outside the bar. I think?” Kinana once more raised her hand. “Master Makarov says I should just always work here, at the bar, with Mirajane. Where it’s safe. And I won’t have any unfortunate runins with things that might remind me of my tragic past.”

“That’s interesting.” Freed, finally, glancing away from his idol to look at the woman. “You acknowledge the idea of a tragic past, but not the memory of it? Hmmm. Do you wonder-”

“We don’t,” Laxus growled, “have time for this.”

“I do have to open soon,” Mirajane assured them. “And if you just want us to run on a silly treadmill, Freed, all you had to do is ask. I like this much better than having to give Laxus our-”

“If you women,” the slayer growled at them, “don’t stop saying that, I’ll fire the lot of you.”

“I have to work here.”

“I hardly work here.”

“You can’t fire me, Laxus,” Mirajane assured him as she rose from her seat. “We have a date on Saturday and you do not want me to cancel that. Do you?”

This was true enough. Only in the past few months, as he started taking less jobs in preparation for the transfer over to guild master, Laxus and Mirajane had…well…he was spending more time around the bar and…

“Who would wanna date such a freak though?” Lisanna muttered to Kinana who just nodded her head.

“Get,” Laxus finally grumbled, “on the treadmill, Mirajane.”

She transformed first, right there in front of them, out of typical dress and into something more work out appropriate.

“Never mind, Freed,” Laxus offered as he shoved the rune mage out of the way, rushing to be the one to stick the little feelers from the heart rate machine all over Mirajane, randomly, with no idea if that mattered or not. She only giggled at the cool touch. “Best idea. You can, uh, prep the drug addict and homebody. Me and the demon have things all handled over here.”

“I go other places,” Kinana assured them. “Sometimes, I go to the market!”

“You have to be addicted,” Lisanna retorted, “to be that. I could stop at any time. Anyone could. It’s not addictive. Who should really be tested on their drugs?”

“A light run,” Laxus was snickering to himself, over at the treadmill, where he and Mirajane seemed to forget all about the others for the moment. “Demon. Before work. Great way to start it, eh?”

“If you think so, Laxus, but-”

“A hard run.” Freed was rushing over as well. “This is not meant for your pleasure, Laxus.”

“He has,” Lisanna grumbled softly to Kinana, “some weird kinks.”

“I am not,” the other woman was going on then though, “allowed to go to the park, however. Master won’t tell me why, but-”

“Shut up.” Laxus glared over at the two of them. “Why are you even here?”

“I work here, future Master,” Kinana told him with a bow of her head.

“I don’t. But I do pick up shifts. And I had to see what it was Freed was going to be testing us in.” Still, Lisanna shrugged some. “Now that I’ve seen it though, I’m kind of underwhelmed.”

Laxus wasn’t.

“So,” Mira asked once she’d stepped up onto the machine. “I just run?”

“And I measure your heart rate, yes.” Freed nodded at her. “And if you are inadequate, you will be fired. But no pressure.”

“O-Of course not. Uh, Laxus-”

“It’s not like you’re going to fail,” the slayer told her with a wave of his hand. “He spent money on it, so let’s just get this over with.”

She nodded, Mira did, and Freed started it at a light jog. Which made Mira giggle.

“Hit me,” she assured the rune mage, “with your best shot.”

So he reached over and cranked the machine up and things were going fine. Great. Boring, even.

Lisanna found it better then, over with Kinana, to talk shop about other things.

Like how much of a creep Laxus was.

“I,” the slayer complained, “can hear you.”

“I want you to. You’re going to be a boss soon,” Lisanna pointed out, “and, well, frankly, I’d hate to hit you with a lawsuit- Although, I won’t mind hitting you, if I’m forced to.”

“I won’t hit you, Master, with anything, because I don’t think I’m allowed to,” Kinana offered and ugh, they were ruining him enjoying watching the demon work out time.

Annoying.

“Everything looks normal,” Freed observed over with the woman in question. Mirajane, fully focused on her all out run then, on the machine, didn’t even have the breath to give him a giggle. “However, I do wish to test you on other things, while I have you in such a state. A guildhall is nothing if not cantankerous. I will shout things that you might find unpleasant, but please, do not let it affect your stress levels.”

“She already found out the guy she’s seeing is going around, asking women for pee.” Lisanna whistled. “Can’t get much more shocking than that.”

“Your parents never loved you!” Freed was going to try. And as even Kinana seemed taken aback by that, the rune mage only continued. “Your brother is no man! I am a better mage than you! Your relationship with Laxus will not last past it’s infancy! Everyone in the guild has forgotten your true strength! Master Makarov has only ever cared for your looks and has no other interest in you at all!”

“This is,” Laxus muttered then, softly, mostly to himself, “the weirdest thing that I’ve ever been a part of.”

“Just wait til you’re Master,” Lisanna assured him and, ugh, maybe he didn’t even want to be anymore.

“Your sister,” Freed was yelling then at the still running Mirajane, “has been hiding a secret relationship from you!”

That was it. That did it. The machine went crazy then and it was just too much for her heart to take. The betrayal. The excitement. The intrigue. The fact that, yeah, she probably could use some more cardio in her workout. It was all too much and they were all screaming as, instead of just slowing down, Mirajane began to clutch at her chest and they saw it, just a glimpse, of what seemed like a sheer white soul seeping out of her body.

“Mira!” Laxus caught her as she fell off the machine. “Damn it, Freed!”

“Mirajane.” He stood over her as the slayer slowly laid the woman down. “I was not being serious.”

“Someone do something!” Lisanna looked to Kinana. “Do you know CPR?”

“Is that what you do in this case though? On a heart attack?” the purple haired woman asked, uncertain.

“Is she having one of those?” Lisanna questioned too and they were just all talking too much.

Laxus had to think.

Had to…

To…

He let out a loud yell as lightning shot from his body, straight down into the body of Mirajane. Her sister was yelling at him then and looked ready to maul him, but sure enough, the lightning strike seemed to be just what the woman needed as, suddenly, that sheer white soul was floating back down into her body.

“Mira!” Lisanna dropped to her knees by her sister’s head. “Are you alright?”

“I…I think so. What-”

“Good.” Freed looked relieved himself, as he stared down at the woman. “You’re fired.”

“Huh?”

“Freed,” Laxus groaned while Kinana only stood by with a frown.

“If that is what I must go through, to continue working here, then, please, I would rather submit to the drug test,” she told them all. “Please.”

“No, this is fine.” Lisanna, quickly, was looking to Laxus. “Yeah, I can have a heart attack. If that’s what it takes. To very rarely put in hours here. I-”

“What,” they heard then as the guildhall doors opened and the guild’s still current Master, “is going on in here? I heard the lightning strike all the way down the block. Why is Mira on the- Did you strike her down, Laxus? I warned you, both of you, just what interpersonal relationships inside a guild would do, but-”

“Laxus is asking us for our pee,” Lisanna tattled because, finally, the real master had arrived to make sure none of them could be fired for their gross incompetence. Finally. Yes. Restore the order in the disorder. “And I really don’t think that’s appropriate.”

“I’m the one being inappropriate?” he growled.

“Well, you did ogle Mirajane, at the very least, Laxus,” Freed offered. “While she was running.” When this got a glare from the slayer, he said, “I assumed you wanted me to rate you as well, when it came into things being in tip top shape. You cannot ogle the waitstaff, if you become Master.”

“Big,” Makarov growled from where he stood nearby, “if.”

She hummed then, softly, Mirajane did, as their eyes all fell onto the woman once more.

“So did I pass my test?” she asked and they all grinned, softly.

“As long as your sister never announces a romantic partner while you are in the midst of a workout,” Freed conceded, “then I suppose you can continue on here.”

“Big if,” Lisanna mocked softly. And it was a pretty nice moment.

Until Freed looked to the other two women. “Now, who’s next?”

Makarov kicked him and Laxus out though, before they could determine that, and as Freed only bemoaned his ill-fated purchase, Laxus just kicked at the ground and wondered if he even wanted the hellish guild, anyways.

#Miraxus #Request #Fairy Tail

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Want to get fit? These Free YouTube Workouts Will Be the Reason You Cancel Your Gym Membership. Whether you don't have the money for a personal trainer, or just don't have time for the gym, you can still get great workouts anywhere you are thanks to YouTube. YouTube fitness channels are the new workout DVD. The videos are free to watch, easily to pull up any place you have a Wi-Fi connection and offer a huge variety of exercises, from aerobics and pilates to bootcamp and boxing. No matter your fitness goals, you'll be able to find something on YouTube to help you get there. Here are 10 of the best fitness channels on YouTube.

The Fitness Marshall

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Popsugar Fitness

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Yoga With Adriene

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Leslie Sansone's Walk at Home

Walking is a low-impact exercise that almost anyone can do. If you're stuck inside, the Leslie Sansone's Walk at Home channel is a good place to get a walking workout without a treadmill. I highly recommend trying the channel's walk party. It's fun, upbeat and I bet you'll even smile a couple of times while you burn calories.

Roberta's Gym

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Les Mills

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ALO Yoga's Beginner Power Vinyasa

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Kayla Itsines' Arms and Abs BBG Workout

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Pamela RF's 10-Minute Equipment-Free Booty Workout

Gyms are cool, but sometimes you don't wanna go there. If that's you and you're looking for a solid lower-bod workout, YouTube queen Pamela RF shows you 15+ moves you can do in 10 minutes to build dat butt. Although you won't get a tutorial here, you can follow her through the whole workout. Oh, and the five R3HAB songs she plays are something you'd actually listen to while sweating anyway. You'll do each move for 30 seconds before switching to the next. And yeah, this is one of those harder-than-it-looks situations. Good luck to you. Read the full article

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Rating: M

Pairing: Chloe/Nadine

Chapter 1 of ???

Read on A03 http://archiveofourown.org/works/13692501/chapters/31449513

“Best driver in the business my arse.”

Chloe didn’t dignify that with a response. She couldn’t. Not with her jaw clenched shut, her teeth grinding with the strain as she helped push the damned rental jeep. She held the steering wheel with one sweat-slicked hand, trying to make sure that the useless thing went where they wanted it to.

Nadine pushed from behind. Every so often she swore, grunting out the words as she strained. It was a nice mental image, Nadine looking all sweaty; her muscles flexing and bulging as she almost single-handedly manoeuvred the jeep through the Moroccan scrub. It was enough of a thought to get a girl all hot and bothered. If she was lucky and she played her cards right then maybe Nadine would let her massage those muscles, give them the rub down they’d need after such a strenuous work out.

That wasn’t going to happen. Luck for Chloe was in short supply these days.

She raised her head. There was a ledge with a tree overhanging it. Perfect for what they needed.

“Here,” she wheezed. She pulled on the steering wheel and directed the jeep beneath the hanging branches of the tree. She squinted, it was too dark to make out what kind of tree it was. Not that it mattered; she just needed it to provide some measure of cover. She leaned over the car seat and pulled on the handbrake.

“Right. Whew. More of a workout than I’m used to.” Chloe was out of breath; her lungs heaving, from the chase, the fight, and then from pushing the stupid jeep for near two mile. Her arms and back ached in a way that she knew she would be feeling in the morning. “Bit more weight based, ya know, not my usual cardio.”

Nadine walked round from behind the jeep, frowning, taking in their surroundings. She had her FAL rifle at the ready. “We need to turn the jeep around.”

Of course they did.

“Right. Let’s get that done.”

It took them nearly twenty minutes just to turn the stupid thing around. Once they were done Chloe had to fight the urge to just collapse against the jeep.

“I don’t like this,” Nadine said. She looked around, as though she had night vision and could actually see anyone approaching.

“For goodness sake.”

“We’re too exposed,” Nadine continued.

Chloe leaned on the bonnet. “This is the best we’re going to find tonight. Unless you want to go stumbling around in the dark.”

Nadine had her back to her but Chloe knew she was scowling.

They couldn’t risk a light; it would give away their position. They had expected competition, someone else looking for the treasure they were after, but for some reason they hadn’t expected guns. In retrospect that was fairly naive of them - completely fucking stupid actually - since they had brought guns with them and when had any of their adventures not wound up with someone trying to blow them up?

“Do an inventory. We need to make sure we still have our supplies.”

“Where do you think they could possibly have gone to?” But Chloe did as she was told, muttering complaints under her breath as she climbed in the back of the jeep. She opened the case with their supplies in. The only source of light came from the Waning moon and the stars but she could make out their supplies: food, water, spare ammunition. “Oh look, every thing’s still where we left it. What a surprise. Colour me shocked that the rations didn’t get up and walk away.” She grabbed a canteen of water, dropped the lid on the case and locked it again. She stood and took a swig of water; it was blissfully cool on her parched throat. She stood on the jeep and looked down at Nadine who was still in full soldier mode, scouring the terrain with a critical eye, engaging her eagle vision. “It’s okay. All passengers are still in their seats,” Chloe announced. She handed the canteen down to Nadine.

Nadine took it. “We can’t be too careful. They could still be close.”

Chloe watched as Nadine took a long drink form the canteen, handing back up to Chloe, her scrutinising scowl not letting up for a second.

“Didn’t your mum tell you that if the wind changes your face will be stuck like that?”

Nadine’s scowl only intensified. “No. My mother told me useful things. Like: check your supplies and be aware of your surroundings.”

“Of course she did. Mum of the year I’m sure.” Chloe hopped down from the jeep and stood next to Nadine. “Sure she also told you that rest is important.”

“I’m taking first watch.”

Chloe huffed out a breath. Nadine was being more stubborn than usual. “Look, I get that this new project hasn’t had the best of starts.”

“Understatement.”

“But us fighting won’t help matters.”

“Are we fighting?” Nadine turned to her. “I thought we were just having a conversation. Planning our night and then what we will do in the morning.”

Chloe chewed on her lip. “It feels like we’re… Look! You’re clearly in a mood.”

“And what kind of mood am I in, Frazer?”

“It’s not often that I’m the adult in this situation.”

“You're not being the adult now,” Nadine scoffed. “Needling me? An adult would just get on with the task at hand. An adult would know to check the supplies and our weapons. An adult wouldn’t have dropped her phone in the river and an adult wouldn’t have driven the jeep off a fucking cliff.”

“So this is my fault?” Chloe pointed at herself, incredulous. Unbelievable. “If it wasn’t for me driving down that steep slope – not a cliff- - we’d both be dead. Or are you forgetting the APC they had? We had to go over terrain it couldn’t follow. Maybe you should have been doing your job and taking care of all the guys with guns!”

“Hard to do that with your erratic driving.”

“Your just here for muscle, mate, and don’t forget that. You can’t shoot straight then what use are you?”

Nadine stared at her.

Chloe turned away and stalked off, kicking petulantly at the dry scrub below. She stopped, hands to her hips and looked up at the night sky. She exhaled. Slowly she turned and walked back towards Nadine. She usually wasn’t the grownup between them, but she could be when she needed to be.

“I didn’t mean that,” she said, sidling up next to Nadine. “You're not just hired muscle.”

“I know.”

“I’m trying to apologise here, you want to make it easy for me?”

“Why would I do that, Frazer?”

Chloe winced. “Oof, that bad, huh?”

Nadine was like a statue, unmoving with her anger. She gazed out towards the horizon. Finally she pulled in a deep breath and then expelled it. “No, not that bad. I’m sorry.”

“So we’re both sorry?”

“Ja. We’re both sorry.”

She didn’t sound very sorry but this was the best they were going to do tonight. Hard to believe that less than two weeks ago they had been all smiles and jokes, and everything had been fine. “Okay. You take first watch. Wake me after a couple of hours and I’ll take over.”

Nadine checked her watch. “Sunrise is at Three-forty-seven. You take three hours sleep and I’ll have two.”

“Or we could both have two and a half.”

“No. You’re driving so you need more sleep.”

Chloe held up her hands in surrender. She climbed up into the back of the jeep and pulled out the lone sleeping bag they had packed. She removed her gun and set it down within easy reach. Next she removed her bra, pulling it out from beneath her t-shirt. She never could sleep while wearing the damned thing. “You will remember to wake me, right? Don’t go doing anything stupid like staying up all night.”

“Ja. Can you fix it?” Nadine gave the jeep a kick.

“The flat’s a piece of piss. The rest of it?” Chloe shrugged. “Won’t know till I see it.” And she’d need light for that. She shuffled down into the sleeping bag and tucked an arm beneath her head. She stared up at the night sky. She could see the Milky Way. The lack of light pollution had always been one of her favourite things about being so far from civilisation. Funny to think of all the people who would live their entire lives without seeing the stars. “We should go to Iceland after this.”

Nadine climbed up onto the jeep’s bonnet; she sat on it with her beck resting against the windscreen. “Frazer, go to sleep.”

“Roger that, china!”

/\/\/\

Two weeks ago…

London was cold and miserable and grey. It was late November and Nadine was feeling every single gust of wind and every slice of sleet against her skin like she was being flayed. She was wrapped up like she was going on a polar expedition, gloves, hat and a thick scarf wrapped around her face. Chloe and Charlie were just in their leather jackets, hoodies worn beneath and their usual jeans. Charlie had a hat on, his bald head more susceptible to the elements than Chloe’s with her gorgeous thick hair.

Nadine stuffed her hands in her coats pockets and hunched up her shoulders. She liked London but she hated England’s weather.

They turned a corner and headed down the street to the pub. The World’s End pub in Camden sat on the corner of the street and was lit up like a Christmas tree. Sam was waiting for them outside, puffing away on a cigarette. He wasn’t wearing a coat and was shivering in the sleet.

“What took you guys so long,” He whined, taking another long pull on his cigarette. His shoulders were hunched up and there was a shake to his bare hand. He was enjoying the weather about as much as Nadine was.

“Had to do me hair, mate,” Charlie said. He held open the door. “After you, ladies.”

Sam scuttled in before either Chloe and Nadine could, flicking the end of his still lit cigarette over their heads.

“Sam!” Chloe gave him a shove as she went inside. Nadine just rolled her eyes. He was such a child.

Inside it was warm and loud. Music hummed low through the speakers and the chatter of other patrons buzzed over the top of that. Nadine eyed the groups in here. Mostly students. No one looked in anyways threatening. But then they wouldn’t. It was unlikely they would be attacked here, but it wasn’t completely out of the question when meeting up with Sam.

Nadine pulled her scarf down her face and drew in the first warm breath for what felt like hours.

“I’ll get us a round in.” Charlie pushed his way through the crowd towards the bar. The change in temperature from outside to in the pub made her shivering worse. She pulled her hat off and stuffed it in her coat pocket, shaking her head to loosen her curls.

“I got us a table,” Sam said. He led them away from the bar to the booths. All but one was occupied, squashed full, people practically sitting on top of each other. Sam led them to the lone empty one that had what Nadine assumed was his coat chucked across one of the seats. A tall skinny kid wearing glasses stood by the table playing with his phone.

“Hey, thanks for watching the table for me, Ravi.”

The kid looked up. “No problem, Mr Drake.”

Sam pulled a tenner from his pocket and handed it to Ravi, who took it. “Thought we said twenty?”

“We did?” Sam patted his pockets. “Out of luck, kid. I only have the ten.”

Ravi pushed himself up to his full height. It was impressive, but he was such a beanpole there was no weight behind his threat. “We said twenty.”

“Twenty quid just for watching a table?” Chloe laughed. “Still shit at negotiating then, Sam.” Chloe turned to Ravi and flashed her pearly whites, eyelashes fluttering. “Ravi, is it? I can call you Ravi, can’t I?”

“You gonna pay me the other ten?” He cocked his head to the side, pressed his shoulders back and thrust his chest out. Nadine rolled her eyes.

“Not a chance. Twenty quid just for standing around and looking at your phone? You do that for free every day.” Chloe slid up closer to him. “What I am going to do is educate you. See my friend here.” She nodded back at Nadine. “Well she’s had a long day and she would very much appreciate your accepting the very kind, and frankly completely unearned, ten pound you’ve already received and moving out of the way so she can sit down.”

He looked over Chloe at Nadine, who must have looked less than threatening in her jacket and her hat, with her runny nose and her chapped lips. She looked like a wet half frozen mess.

“He said twenty -”

“She means I’m going to punch your fucking teeth in if you don’t move,” Nadine cut in. She might not have looked threatening at this precise moment but the tone of her voice certainly sounded it. Ravi wilted.

“No need to get violent,” he mumbled and shuffled off. “Cheapskates.”

“That wasn’t very subtle.” Chloe turned to Nadine, smiling.

“I’m too cold for subtle.” Nadine pulled off her wet coat and hung it over the edge of the booth, before sliding in. Chloe slid in after her. Chloe always sat at the edge of booths, seats, tables, never letting herself be trapped in by bodies. She never said it but Nadine knew it was in case she needed to make a hasty exit.

“Well, that takes care of that.” Sam cupped his hands over his mouth. “Thanks Ravi!” He bellowed over the din. “Kids these days. Yeesh.” He sat down in the booth, bouncing with excitement. He had messaged them all saying he was onto something big. Something so big he needed a team.

Nadine had been hoping for more time off after her and Chloe’s last outing. More time to recuperate, to tend to old wounds, and for her to put time in at the gym. Her workout routine had taken a serious hit since she’d embarked on this treasure hunting career and she was really starting to feel it.

Charlie pushed his way through the crowd with four pints skilfully held in hand. He set them down on the table and shuffled into the booth next to Sam. He pulled his hat off and rubbed his hand along his head.

“If that’s a Foster’s then I’m going to be angry,” Chloe said pulling one of the pints towards her.

“Don’t worry, it’s not Foster’s,” Charlie replied. He picked his pint up. “Cheers!” And drank half of it in two gulps.

Nadine pulled her pint towards her and eyed it suspiciously. It was lager, she could tell that much by looking at it. “What’s this about?” She looked up at Sam.

Sam grinned. He ran his fingers through his hair, flicking bits of water away. “Have you guys ever heard of Count Frederick Cseszneky?”

“Descendant of the Habsburgs, or so he claims,” Charlie said. “Mental case. Not actually a count.”

“Has one of the largest collections of antiquities in Europe,” Chloe added.

Nadine had never heard of him. Going by the gleam in Chloe’s eyes he was worth a hell of a lot of money.

“That’s him!” Sam snapped his fingers. “Well he’s been cooking up something special. Word is he’s after a suit of armour that belonged to a British colonel from the English civil war. He’s got parts of it already but he’s missing the full set.”

“He wants someone to track them down?”

“Bingo!”

“They were still wearing suits of armour in the seventeenth century?” Nadine asked. She sipped her lager and grimaced. Would it have been too much for Charlie to ask her what she wanted to drink? She hated lager.

“Not like a full knight’s suit,” Charlie said. “But depending on what regiment he was in he might have had more than just a helmet and breast place.”

“Why does the Count want this suit of armour?” Chloe asked.

“And how much is he paying?” Nadine added.

“Right.” Chloe nodded at Nadine.

Sam picked up his drink and looked twitchy.

“Sam.” Chloe leaned over the table. “How much?”

“Weeeeell.” Sam rubbed the back of his head. “He’s been vague, but potentially the lack of a solid offer is the best part.”

“No money, no job. We don’t offer a free service, mate.” Chloe leaned back in her seat. She nudged her knee against Nadine’s. “Say we get out of here, china.”

“Sounds good to me.”

��Wait! Waitwaitwait!” Sam practically lunged across the table. “Just wait. And listen to the rest of it. Promise it’s worth it.”

Chloe rolled her eyes and settled back down. She waved for Sam to continue.

“Anyone else want another?” Charlie asked. He waggled his empty glass at them.

“You can have mine.” Nadine pushed her barely touched pint towards him.

“Cheers, luv.” Charlie downed half this pint as well. “What I want to know is why Count Dracula is interested in some random arse soldier from the civil war. Jack Ketch’s block, yeah, alright; Cromwell’s knickers? Sure! Nell Gwyn’s mummified tit? Makes perfect sense.”

“Nell Gwyn was after the civil war,” Chloe said.

Nadine frowned. “Who was Nell Gwyn?”

“Charles the Second’s mistress. You know that ridiculous painting I have that you hate?”

“The one with the woman making sausages?”

“With her boobs out - yeah.” Chloe grinned. “Well that is Nell Gwyn.”

“I don’t even want to know why you have that,” Sam muttered. He cleared his throat. “Who cares why the count wants this armour. The important thing is he’s offered a great reward to whoever can find him the whole set. Sort of.”

“He and I might have very different ideas of what “great reward” means,” Chloe said.

“You're really not selling this,” Charlie said. He downed the rest of his pint. “Now I’m definitely going to the bar.”

“It’s going to be a pretty big job so I need a team for this,” Sam said. “I know it’s going to be a big job and I know the rewards going to reflect that because Cseszneky has just thrown this job out to all treasure hunters.”

“Huh.” Chloe cocked her head to the side, her eyes narrowing. “He didn’t approach you with this?”

Sam shook his head. “Anyone and going by what Sully passed on to me everyone is going for this.”

“Chloe?” Nadine turned to her partner. Chloe looked thoughtful and… troubled. “What is it?”

“You're not shitting me Sam? Because I swear to god of you are.” She left the threat hanging.

“I’m not shitting you.” Sam held his hands up in surrender. He drew lines across his chest with his finger. “Cross my heart. I even doubled checked this with Nate, and even he’s heard about it.”

Chloe exhaled heavily. “Right. Tell me more about this soldier.”

Sam’s expression lit up, his grin stretching across his face. “We only know a little bit about him. His name was -" Sam preened. “Samuel Elliston. And you know with a name like that he was good stuff.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Aaaand - he was a royalist.” Sam did jazz hands. “Ta-da!”

“That’s it?” Nadine demanded. “That’s all you’ve got.”

“Right. Well. Let me confer with my partner.” Chloe turned to Nadine. “What do you think?”

“That this is a fool’s errand.” Nadine didn’t bother to keep her voice low.

“Agreed. British history isn’t exactly my area of expertise.”

“Explains Cutter. Question is.” Nadine side-eyed Sam. “Why does Drake want us as part of this team?”

Sam was pretending to inspect his packet of cigarettes. He tipped them from side to side, peering into the package as though it held mysteries just waiting to be discovered.

Chloe sighed. “It might be worth putting out a few enquiries. See if this is legit.”

“He’s not telling us everything,” Nadine hissed. Something was wrong with this; she could feel it in her gut. It would be a bad idea to take this job. She had learned over the years to trust her gut, even the most meticulous planning would only take you so far, only a fool wouldn’t learn to trust their instincts. Her own had got her out of more than one bad situation. But Chloe had that look in her eye, that little spark of interest that told Nadine that Sam had stoked her curiosity. Chloe’s instincts could be just fine, but they were more reactive, and she was only thinking about the payout and the adventure, and thinking nothing of the danger or the why. What was Sam keeping from them?

“Hey. We’re not agreeing to anything just yet,” Chloe said. She squeezed Nadine’s knee beneath the table and grinned, all cocksure and bright-eyed, and Nadine almost hated the way her stomach fluttered. She knew that if Chloe agreed to this she would go along too.

Charlie reappeared with a new pint in hand. He sat down, thumping his pint on the table. “What I miss?”

“They’re in!” Sam yelled triumphantly, two fists in the air.

“Oh. Good.” Charlie swigged his pint. “We should probably get to work then.”

Nadine’s stomach sunk. This was going to be a very bad idea.

Charlie finished his pint and they all headed back out into the rain. Sam immediately lit up as soon as they were outside. Nadine fought to get her hair back under her hat, muttering to herself about British weather. She stumbled up the street, Sam, smug as all hell, at her side. He had a lit cigarette dangling from between his lips and was practically skipping. She was so focused on her own annoyance that it took her a moment to realise Chloe wasn’t with her. She stopped and turned. Chloe was still outside the pub, standing beneath the lights and talking to Charlie. Nadine nearly stumbled. She knew about them, about their past. Whatever residual flutters she might have felt from Chloe’s earlier grin were now smothered. They stood that bit too close, both smiling as they chatted away.

Nadine spun round and stuffed her hands in her pockets, stalking off. Chloe’s past entanglements were none of her business. She’d never let any of the other ones that she’d run into bother her and she certainly wasn’t going to start by letting Charlie <em>fokken</em> Cutter get to her.

“Oi! No hanky-panky you two!” Sam bellowed at them, and then tittered like a school girl. “He just gave me the finger.”

“Not surprised.” Nadine hunched up her shoulders.

She heard hurried footsteps behind her and then Chloe was there, gently bumping into her. “What’s the rush?”

“It’s cold.”

“Can’t argue with that. So let’s get home, get warm and tomorrow we can get started on some work.” She turned to Sam. “Where are you going?”

“I’m staying with you,” he answered.

Chloe turned to Nadine. “Apparently he’s staying with us.”

“He can sleep in the hallway. Find out who keeps stealing the doormat.”

“He can replace the doormat.”

“I’m hurt.” Sam held his fingers against his chest. “Real friends would let me sleep on the couch.”

“Well I suppose we can let you have the couch.” Chloe sounded put upon.

“You’re too kind.” Sam shuffled on ahead of them.

Nadine sighed.

“Penny for your thoughts.” Chloe nudged Nadine with her elbow.

“Are you sure you want to take on this job? Like you said, British history is not your area of expertise.”

“I haven’t agreed yet.” Chloe flashed a smile. “All we’re doing is a little bit of research. Y’know, look into the specifics of the job to see if it’s worth our while. If it’s not then we’ll leave Sam and Charlie to it.”

“You promise?”

“Course I do, love.” Chloe winked at her. “Cross my heart and all the rest.”

/\/\/\

Now…

It was the third ting of metal that woke Chloe. She rolled over and hit her face off of one of the storage boxes. Gunshots rattled in the distance as Chloe struggle out of the sleeping bag.

“Frazer, get down!” Nadine yelled.

Chloe threw herself over the side of the jeep and landed hard on the ground. The bridge of her nose was throbbing where she’d smacked it off the box. Nadine yanked her back against the jeep. Another succession of tings and bangs rattled off the jeep. They were under fire.

“Shit!” Chloe gasped. She’d left her gun in the jeep. “What happened?”

“Jalowicz’s men found us.” Nadine moved round Chloe, waited for a break in the gun fire, then popped up and fired off a quick burst, dropping back down under cover. Return fire pinged off the bonnet of the jeep.

“We need to move.”

“No shit.”

Chloe shuffled along the length of the jeep. She peered round the back, squinting into the dark. A flash of light, the ripping sound of bullets flying past her, and dirt flying into the air. She whipped back around the jeep. “Not good. Not good at all.” There was no cover other than the jeep. They were fucked. Nadine returned fire. Chloe risked another peek. It was too dark to see, the only thing that gave away the position of their attackers was the flash of gun fire.

“Okay,” she whispered. “Okay, I’ve got an idea. You’re not going to like it.”

“What’s new there?” Nadine yelled back. “I’m nearly out.”

Chloe got up on her hunches and risked reaching over the jeep into its back.

“What are you doing, Frazer!”

Chloe grabbed the spare tank of petrol and her gun and dropped back down. She hopped back up and quickly snatched up her bra. “I’m going to need this later.” She stuffed it in her pocket while Nadine gave her an incredulous look. “You trust me, right?”

Nadine just stared.

“I’m going to do something a bit crazy.” Chloe held up the tank and grinned.

She’d always quite liked fireworks.

#Chlodine #Chloe Frazer #Nadine Ross #ChloeXNadine #fic #many many moons ago I got absolutely wrecked in the World's End pub in Camden #I mean completely smashed #it was a good day

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it-is-reigning-men · 7 years

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Sweat [Seth Rollins]

#83 "You're just leaving me here? At least have the decency to finish me off with a stick."

From prompt list for Anon! Huzzah, this one is actually kinda funny. To me, at least - mostly because I have no idea what the prompt sentence may have been intended for.

Cross fit. Cross fit. Cross fit.

Gross.

Fit.

You let out an obnoxiously loud, extended groan as your eyes peeked open, the piercing light of he fucking sun too much to maintain shut eye. Moreover, the only ray of light being allowed to hit your face was right over your eyes, since the rest of it was being blocked out by Seth's body.

Couldn't have used that thickness to help a girl out?

"Why do you torture me so?" You rubbed your face in annoyance, lazily sitting up.

"I let you sleep in. But you're not getting out of going to the gym with me this time, Y/N."

Seth was home for the weekend, and had been texting you non-stop about how he wanted to spend time with you. Thing was, he also had Summerslam coming up, so he had compromised with you coming along to work out. And by compromised you meant you'd given into the puppy dog eyes.

Wasn't even in The Shield anymore but the goddamn puppy dog eyes.

As much as you hated hardcore workouts, you did love Seth— even if he counted 'sleeping in' as waking you up at 7 AM.

"Wow. You're so kind, baby." You whined, smashing your pillow over your head to suffocate yourself.

Seth sighed, and in the next instance his arms were under your back and legs, scooping you up like a freakin' feather. He began repping you like he was already at the gym, doing so rather fast and catching you off guard.

Squealing, you tried pushing away from his chest with both hands, only to have him step away from the bed and start to spin around as well.

"If you don't wanna go to the gym, I guess I'll just work out here," Seth said flatly, continuing to pivot around whilst lifting you up and down. You began to get a little dizzy and you had a sneaking feeling Seth would keep going until you damn near threw up- because he was crazy like that and being a wrestler meant you had a certain tolerance to dizziness, apparently.

You closed your eyes, throwing your arms up.

"Okay, okay, just lemme go change first..!"

He set you down nice and gentle on the edge of the bed.

"God... you're absolutely insufferable sometimes." You huffed, finger combing your hair.

Seth only smirked, giving your forehead a quick kiss.

"I'll go get some shakes ready. Don't take too long."

You glared.

Leaving the room in triumph, you threw on a sports bra and some active wear shorts before going to the bathroom to at least brush your teeth and splash your face a bit. When you came out to the kitchen you hair was pulled back and Seth was sitting on the couch armrest on his phone.

"Lets go before I chain myself to the bed and you have no choice but to drag the entire thing if you want me with you."

Slinging his bag over his shoulder and juggling two cups full of some liquid packed with protein and... health, he laughed that obnoxious laugh.

"One, that would be a great challenge workout. Two, if you want me to tie you up later, just say please."

You flushed, grinding your teeth as you opened the apartment door.

...

You realized upon arriving at Gold's what it was that you hated about gym settings.

They always smelled the same.

A mixture of locker rooms and testosterone— maybe some cleaning products if they were really trying hard. It also reminded you of your terrible times in PE.

Seth handed you one of the smoothies, instructing you to drink at all if you didn't want to die today. You decided if you drank it at all you'd die even quicker, so.

Water it was.

"You should do my regiment with me, that way we can stick together and you won't break yourself or any of the other equipment." He grinned mockingly. "I remember when you thought the levers on the shoulder press were suppose to go side to side and you almost pulled a muscle—"

You held up a hand, eyes wide as a couple guys on the treadmills snickered, trying to appear like they weren't hearing anything.

You flipped them off while keeping eye contact with Seth. "I'm at your will, Rollins."

"Alright. Let's get this shit done."

...

After a half an hour, you were crawling on the ground.

Literally.

You were reaching for your nearly empty bottle of water (your second one), but stopped when you felt the twitch of pain in your bicep.

You'd just got done doing the twenty burpies, the onslaught having followed a whole set with the kettlebell, amongst several other things involving jumping and squatting before hand. Sweat was dripping down your face, but you hardly cared once you finally had the bottle in your hand again, swinging your head back to get a gulp.

Seth had been kind enough to give you a bunch of alternative workouts from his personal schedule, since - even if you wanted to - you weren't in the shape to be doing proper toes to bars or extreme deadlifts anytime soon.

Speaking of Seth, you glanced up at him, where he was setting down a barbell with god-knows-how-many pounds on it; when he stood straight, releasing the breath he'd been holding the last seconds of the lift, he put his hands on his hips, now looking like some immaculate, chiseled statue. A statue with sweat slicking his skin and a bit of a fuzzy man-bun, but still. Fuckin' hot even when he was getting "ugly" in the gym with all his Crossfit worship.

You hated this entire experience, apart from being able to ogle at your boyfriend's well-worked body, all rippling muscles, slick olive skin, and trails of dark hair in all the right places to properly enhance his physique.

You were already panting enough from the torture you'd endured, but in the moments you weren't suffering too much you couldn't help being almost grateful to be there.

"You alright, baby?" Seth called, bag over his shoulder while he redid his disheveled bun as he approached.

"Define... alright," you grunted, sitting up into a cross-legged position with more effort than you liked to utilize in daily life.

“If you drank that smoothie, I bet you’d be feeling better.”

You sighed, re-thinking yourself; only you remembered how the smoothie had tasted the last time he made you try it, so the pain was somewhat worth it.

"I'm going to go..." Seth began.

Your eyes suddenly sparkled in hope.

"— finish this workout with some cardio. I was gonna go down to the park and do some murder sprints after climbing the hill."

You raised a hand, fingers trembling.

"Stop right there. I can't... physically do that."

Honestly, with how heavy your legs felt, you started to believe you really had pulled something again.

"If you don't wanna come, you can just stay here." Seth suggested, something unreadable in his eyes. You weren't sure if it was concern, annoyance, or other.

Unable to believe he'd be so inconsiderate, you stretched out your legs, readying yourself mentally to stand up.

"You're just leaving me here? At least have the decency to finish me off with a stick." Your hand reached blindly for the mounted weight shelf, beginning to steady your body on weak knees. "Or a damn barbell."

It would be easier. And quicker.

As you puffed out short breaths, you narrowed your eyes at the ground, making sure you were actually off of it. Before you're letting go of the shelf, an arm cradled your waist, familiar warmth radiating from Seth's body as he let you lean your weight onto him.

"You want me to carry you again or can you walk?" He chuckled, eyes staring at you fondly while you slapped a hand to his chest— to hold yourself up and just cause.

"I can walk now. But I'm not suicide sprinting with you today, no siree."

Only, that was a lie.

When you took a couple steps forward you felt your leg cramp up, and you buckled slightly; Seth rolled his eyes, scooping you up bridal style. Again. And this time in public with a bunch of sweaty dudes judging you.

"Put me down, Seth-"

"They're called murder sprints." You furrowed your brows at his ignoring you. "And I was just joking about the park, Y/N."

He half-smiled, content that his honesty had distracted you enough that you noticeably relaxed in his arms. You went quiet, eyes darting off to the side and your lips pressing together like they always did when you were embarrassed.

Seth cleared his throat, "When we get home I'll finish you off, Y/N," You rose an eyebrow.

"And not with a stick or a damn barbell." He seemed to be trying to tickle you with sexual lingo. You totally got it. And if it wasn't sexual lingo then Seth just told you he was going to murder you.

You shook your head and laughed dryly, assuming he was kidding.

"Why would you do that? Working out just get you going, big boy?"

"Sometimes."

Oh.

"But I don't usually get to see you when you exercise... and it was kinda hot."

It certainly didn't feel hot. Now you really thought he was kidding, but he continued.

"The only other time I get to see you that wrecked is when you're on your knees for me or I'm thrusting into you, ya know?" His tone was disguised as casual, but it dipped to a lower when he mumbled against your ear. The pair of you went through the double doors as you wet your lips.

"And with all those other guys thinking they can look at you, knowing only I get to touch you," He placed you back on your feet right in front of the passenger door. "It all got me thinking I'd like to get you home right about now."

Alright.

You wouldn't fight against that; after all, you were going to be sore tomorrow either way.

#wwe drabble #prompt list #seth rollins #seth rollins drabble #seth rollins fanfiction #wwe imagine #wwe fanfiction

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wickedangelblog · 6 years

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2/1

A few things to blog about, not sure where to begin..

Well, first, I wanted to say that I miss my Dad. Today makes 22 years since my Dad passed away. I miss them all, my Dad, Mom, oldest brother.. I wish I could have had the chance to get to know my Dad as an adult - let him get to know me. I was Daddy’s little girl when I was little. As I approached my teens, it changed a bit, numerous reasons. We had a rocky relationship through my teens. That’s not the person I wanted him to leave this world thinking I am - and there is nothing I can do about that. The night before he passed, I said goodbye to him. He was really out of it, with all the meds. We had a special moment. I always called him “DD”. When I was really little, I couldn’t say Daddy, it came out as DD. Everyone started calling him that to me, and it stuck. I called him Daddy for the first time when I was saying goodbye, and he hugged me tight. It might sound silly, but it was a special moment.

So... On to what’s going on in my life at the moment. I’m obsessing over my weight, and how to lose it. lol It’s been bothering me for a really long time. Especially when I see photos taken of me by other people. One in particular, a full body pic, had me in tears.. So big. Most of my selfies are taken at an upper left angle. It’s still me, still what I look like......if you’re tall and looking at from that angle as opposed to straight on. But it’s a much more flattering angle.

My wedding is coming up. I want to NOT hate my photos taken the day of. I know I won’t get down to where I want to be in time.. (April) ...But I want to lose as much as I am able. I started getting serious about losing weight on January 1st. Well, really serious by the middle of January.. My goal was set at 30 pounds by mid April. I would have to lose 2 pounds per week, to reach that goal. I did pretty good for January, lost a little over 7 pounds, that’s almost 2 pounds per week. I have 23 pounds to go to reach that short term goal. It would be GREAT if I could go further, and lose more than that! But, we’ll see.

I have lost weight before, with dieting alone. This time, i’m trying to develop a good fitness routine. Not only for weight loss, but as a life change. My new year resolutions are to get into regular routines. My wake/sleep issue has been fixed. No more late nights (unless I go out, rarely). That routine is good. Next, fitness routine. Also need to get into a good housecleaning routine, make it easier to keep things done. Right now, my focus is my weight and a fitness routine.

I’ve been staying more active. I go to the ymca at very least twice a week, tying for every other day. Maybe eventually it can be an almost daily thing? I mostly swim, my favorite cardio. I use the nautilus weight room a couple times a week, not a huge workout. But it’s a start. I usually do about 6-8 machines, 15-20 reps each. Some machines I go back for a 2nd set. My favorite is the leg press. I keep it at 140 (not too heavy, but heavy enough to be a challenge) - will go up in time. I have to go very light weight on the arm/shoulder machines, 35-50. I have a lot more lower body strength than upper. Other than the nautilus room, I use my resistance bands a little bit at home. I need to start using my dumbbells again, and maybe do aerobic dance again. I feel weird doing it around Mark (or anyone, for that matter) - that’s the only thing. lol

I want to work out my stomach, but i’m not sure what to do there.. For one, abdominal exercises are hard for me at this size (maybe I need to lose a little weight, first).. And for two, I have an issue called diastasis recti, which is a separation of the abdominal muscles. One doctor said it’s ok to exercise, 2 doctors warned me that any abdominal exercise can make the condition worse. So, I don’t know what I should do for my tummy.

Part of my tummy problem (huge, I look very pregnant) - I have an ovarian cyst. I’ve been told the cyst can cause a lot of swelling and cause a person to look pregnant. I hope to be able to get that fixed, it probably won’t be until Summer, when Sierra is out of school.....because I have to travel about 5 hours away for the surgery. (Oh the joy of not having hospital insurance). I do wonder if the size of my abdomen will change after? I’ll still have fat, but will I look “normal”, not look pregnant?

Anyway, back to my weight loss.. I have been more active in my weight loss support group (on facebook) and rejoined a website called Sparkpeople. I like their calorie counter. It’s more than calories, it does fat, carbs, protein, etc.. It helps to keep up with it all. They also have message boards, etc.. It’s a good website, helpful.

I’m not on any particular diet - reading about a LOT of diet plans. It’s weird how different diets work (or don’t work) for different people. The ones that work better for me are closer to the mediterranean diet.. South beach, mayo clinic and the diabetic diet. But I am ready more about low carb, and thinking about trying a modified low carb diet, short term. At very least, trying to low carbs a bit and increase protein. According to my Sparkpeople tracker, I don’t get a lot of carbs anyway, so that’s not a huge problem for me. Getting more protein is a challenge.

I’m in between.... Go high protein, low carb today, or stick with a lower calorie mediterranean st

Better go, it’s a hectic day, too much I have to do.

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artificialqueens · 7 years

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For The Gains Ch. 1 (Shalaska) - Ennik

A/N: HIIIIIII! This is my first Shalaska and rpdr fic ever! It’s a gym buddies au hehehe also I’ll go by the pen name Ennik for AQ. :)

umm just a few notes and disclaimers i guess?

I actually don’t go to the gym myself, so what I write about is mostly based off what my brothers, sister, and cousins talk about, little research I’ve done, and what i see from Khloe Kardashian’s workout snaps lol. So if you guys actually know how to gym, I’m sorry for any inaccuracies lol. It’s fiction anyway /shrug

Another thing I’ve changed is that the characters who are in real life vegetarian or vegan, are not in this story. Everyone is in their early to late twenties.

Also!! Sharon works for a popular company here and i have not personally worked for the company either or know anyone well enough who did. Again I based it off a little research and what i heard/read from people and some acquaintances.

That said!! Please enjoy the story i hope you like it despite me writing like a kid and yeah, pls leave me comments or anything if you like the story!

Sharon Needles was dragged to the gym by her best friend Willam Belli. Let the records show that she did not go there, on that first day, of her own free will.

It all started when Sharon complained about work during one of her many lunch breaks spent with Willam.

“Sharon, you’ve been in a work slump. Hell, you’ve been in a life slump!” Willam had said, jabbing aggressively at the contents of her croque madame that’s long come apart.

“No. I love my job,” Sharon countered pointedly, “And it’s not a slump. It’s just… been routine for a while.” She sighs, lazily stirring her fruit shake with her straw.

“A slump.” Willam says with finality in her tone. “C'mon, just join me for one session! I have free trials for friends!”

“How will exercising help me with ‘a slump’?” Sharon air quotes with her fingers, sarcasm dripping from her voice.

“Okay miss thing,” Willam starts, “First of all, it will break routine, cause you never go to the gym and second, exercise releases endorphins, and endorphins make you happy!” She explains, her tone becoming light and cheery.

Sharon groans. Has it really come to the point where Willam has to quote her Legally Blonde to convince her to try something new?

“I promise you’ll feel better!! I always do after a good sweat!” She urges.

“Can’t I just have sex?” Sharon says dryly, idly twirling her pasta. She’s already over Willam basically telling her how boring her life has gotten.

“You can if you could find someone.” comes Willam’s snarky reply.

“Excuse me, miss Belli! I could so find someone to hook-up with if I wanted to.”

“Then why don’t you?”

Sharon shrugs, “I dunno. I don’t feel like it.” She had no good answer. Sharon was never the type to live too cautiously or too routinely for that matter. She loved to go out and have fun and party. She loved spontaneity. It was very unlike her to ‘not feel like’ going out or meeting someone or trying something new and Willam knew this very well.

“Slump.” Willam states, effectively ending any argument that was gonna happen.

“Fine! I’ll go to your stupid gym.”

Willam cheers. “You won’t regret it!!!”

So it is with the utmost reluctance that Sharon, after work, trudges into the gym that one evening in early August.

Willam had picked Sharon up from work in her gorgeous BMW X5, the last spoiled-rich-kid gift Willam’s parents had given her. It was her college graduation gift. Willam maintained her car well because even after almost 4 years, it was still a looker.

“Leave your non-gym stuff in the car,” Willam tells Sharon as she turns off the engine, grabbing her keys, phone, and duffel bag and exiting the SUV. Sharon watched as Willam walked away from her car with an air of confidence. She was wearing a matching electric-blue number in the form of a compression shirt and yoga shorts.

Sharon grabs her bag too when she gets out of the car to follow the blonde. She’s in sweatpants and an uncomfortably tight fitting shirt that she had just borrowed from Willam. Not only is she more well-endowed than her best friend, Willam just liked to wear tight clothes, so there was that. She wasn’t dressed for the gym at all. With her non-matching clothes screaming “newbie”.

“It’s almost 8pm, until what time is your gym open?” Sharon blinks as they walk inside. Willam swipes her membership card, allowing her and Sharon entrance.

“They’re open 24 hours, the name is literally 365 Fitness, they’re open all the time.” Willam says snappishly. She goes up to the counter and the employee behind the desk immediately greets her. “Hey Willam!”

“Hey Naomi,” She greets cheerfully, “This is my friend Sharon, she’ll use one of my free trials today!”

“Oh great! She’s the first friend you’ve brought since coming here.” Naomi smiles, then turns her head towards Sharon and politely introduces herself. “Hi I’m Naomi, it’s a pleasure to have you here, Sharon.” Sharon flashes an awkward smile. “I hope your experience is pleasant.”

Naomi hands Sharon a piece of paper where she had to fill out a few things about herself, the paper was marked as a free trial under Willam’s membership, and they let Sharon venture further into the gym. They walked past the stationary bikes, ellipticals, and a TRX room. She saw machines and equipment she didn’t even know existed. Sharon was really intimidated by everything and everyone who knew what they were doing so she kept close to Willam.

“What do you do here?” Sharon asks looking around confused at all the materials.

Willam sets her things down and then looks at Sharon. “It depends on the day. We got leg day, arm day, cardio, core… y'know, all that.” She explains in her typical breezy manner.

“No. I don’t.” Sharon scoffs under her breath, “So what’s today?”

“For me I’m gonna do cardio and maybe some weights…”

“And for me?”

“You can do cardio too. Treadmills are easy enough.” Willam grins at Sharon. “I mean, they aren’t the most famous cardio machines for nothing!”

“Oh ha ha. Tell the newbie to get on the easiest machine there is.” Sharon rolls her eyes.

“Well can you work any of the other machines?” Sharon stays silent. “Thought so.” Willam says.

“And besides, the treadmill never gets old.”

Before Sharon could retort, Willam had already whipped out her phone and was checking her messages. Sharon had never been more self-conscious. She was always confident about herself and how she looked, but the gym was a place she didn’t know much about. She prided herself in her intelligence but in this gym, with all their heavy equipment, Sharon didn’t feel so smart, not knowing what to do with them.

She’s pulled out of the doubts eating at her mind with Willam calling for her attention.

“Sharon!! These are my gym friends.” She introduces. Suddenly there are 2 more blonde girls in her line of vision. A petite one and a statuesque one. “Guys this is my best friend from college, Sharon Needles. Sharon this is Alaska Thunderfuck and Courtney Act.”

Courtney, being the prim and proper polite person that she is immediately holds out her hand for a handshake. Sharon thought it too formal, but she shook Courtney’s hand anyway. Alaska waved at her, big bright smile on her face.

“It’s nice to meet you, Sharon.” Courtney says. Sharon immediately identifies an Australian accent.

“Yeah, finally a face to all the stories Willam has told us about you.” Alaska drawls cheekily.

Sharon shoots Willam a look, raising her eyebrow. Willam doesn’t look guilty at all and just shrugs. Before Sharon could say something to Willam, yet another blonde approaches them. Why were they all blonde? Sharon touches her dark hair, feeling out of place.

“Hey guys! You’re finally here!” The fourth blonde says, “Oh hey, aren’t you Willam’s friend? Sharon is it?”

“Yes!” Willam replies for her. Sharon was stunned. At the forwardness of the stranger but mostly because she already knew her name. “Sharon this our other friend, Katya Zamolodchikova.”

“Katya.” Sharon repeats, storing the information in her brain.

“Did you guys just get here? I’m almost done with my workout.” Katya asks the group.

“Yeah, Court and I just arrived. I think Willam and Sharon too.” Alaska answers.

“Cool, cool. I’m going on the stepmill and I’ll be done with all my sets for today.” Katya says.

“Right now?” Courtney asks, eyebrows furrowing, “I saw Moo on it.” she tells Katya.

“Oh yeah we passed by and Moo was on it.” Alaska adds.

“Aw man, he’ll hog the step machine for an hour, at least.” Katya groans.

Sharon blinks, she was so very confused by the conversation now. “Wait. What? Moo?”

The 4 blondes chuckle. Alaska moves closer to Sharon, the obsidian color-haired girl stiffens on the spot when the tall blonde invades her personal space. Clearing her throat, Alaska whispers, “Oh yeah, there’s this guy we call Moo, cause he’s all calves, no upper body.” She snickers, and the rest of the girls cover their mouth trying to hide a laugh.

Courtney moves closer as well, and it kind of looks like they’re in a small huddle now. “We give everyone nicknames.” She whispers explaining to Sharon.

“Needles, I told you about this!” Willam says, not trying to lower her tone. Katya shushes her in between laughs.

Suddenly something clicks in Sharon’s head, Willam has talked about her gym crew before. “Oh my god, are you The Ashleys?” Sharon asks the group.

The four of them chuckle and nod.

The Ashleys is the name of Willam’s gym crew group chat. Sharon recalls Willam talking about them a few times before. The name comes from a cartoon from their childhood called Recess where there were 4 girls all named 'Ashley’ that formed their own group. Their famous catchphrase, “Scandalous!” was what prompted Willam, Alaska, Courtney, and Katya to name their group chat because the only thing they did more at the gym than work out was gossip.

Their group chat used to be called “buns of steel” but when they realized they talked more about the people in the gym than worked on toning their asses, it had to be changed.

“So is this your first time at the gym?” Courtney asks Sharon when they cleared up everything for her. She nods.

“It’s really fun, I promise!” Alaska adds in. “Especially when you’ve got friends.” She flashes Sharon a bright smile, nodding encouragingly.

“I sure hope so. Willam forced me to come.” Sharon admits.

“Oh, we should start you off easy then…” Courtney says.

“Uhhhhh… that’s why gyms employ trainers, Court.” Katya says, mocking their friend.

“Well Willam said to get on the treadmill…” Sharon supplies.

“No that’s no fun!” Alaska interjects. “Oh!! Do you think she could do HIIT? Courtney and I are doing a HIIT circuit tonight.” Alaska looks at the other blondes for answers.

Katya barks out a laugh, “She might die, Alaska.”

“No, I think it’s possible if we take it slow.” Courtney says reassuringly.

“Obviously not as high intensity as ours but it’s really fun! I think Sharon will really like it.” Alaska nods enthusiastically.

“Wait.” Sharon says, eyebrows extremely furrowed. “What even is hit?”

“HIIT.” Alaska drawls out, “It stands for high intensity interval training.”

“That sounds terrifying.”

“It’s really fun, actually.” Willam affirms. “And you can trust Courtney to lead you in the right direction. This is what she studies…”

“Well not exactly–” Courtney starts, but Willam gives her a look saying are-we-really-going-to-go-into-technicalities-right-now, “But that’s not really important. Sports science, yes.” She ends up mumbling awkwardly.

“We can start her with the ladder…” Alaska suggests. Sharon shrugs not knowing what to say, or who to agree with, because she did not know what on earth they were talking about. “And then maybe the battle ropes!!!” The tall blonde says excitedly, getting ahead of herself.

“I’ll be stalled for an hour because of fucking Moo, I can babysit.” Katya offers.

“You good with that Sharon?” Willam makes sure her best friend is okay with it. She’s assertive by nature, but will never force Sharon do anything she isn’t comfortable with.

“I guess…? Can I watch you guys first?” Sharon looks towards Courtney and Alaska.

“Of course!!! And if you really don’t like it, you can go stretch with Katya.” Alaska snorts.

“Hey! Don’t make fun of my stretches, they’re still considered workouts you bitch.” Katya bites back.

“She’s all yours then!” Willam grants Alaska and Courtney temporary custody over Sharon for the time being, putting away her stuff and letting them know she’d be on the elliptical for the first half of her cardio set. “I’ll see you guys in the weights room later?”

The other 3 blondes nodded. Willam told them to take care of Sharon and told her best friend she shouldn’t overexert herself and just to have a good time.

Alaska and Courtney bring Sharon to the HIIT circuit, closely followed by Katya.

The tallest blonde makes small talk while they make their way to the circuit, commenting on Sharon’s shirt. “Is that Will’s shirt?” She chuckles, motioning to Sharon’s top.

Sharon looks at Alaska a little confused and laughs, “Oh this? Yeah. Can you tell I’m not ready for this at all?”

“Honestly, no one will notice your clothes when they’ve got a face like yours.” Alaska grins.

“Oh…” Sharon’s cheeks turn a little pink, “Thanks?”

“So you agree?” Alaska suddenly says. “You think you’re really pretty?”

Sharon barks out a laugh, she couldn’t believe Alaska quoting Regina George at her. She found it hilarious. She decided to take her chance and hop on the joke. “Oh my god Alaska, you don’t just ask people if they think they’re pretty!” Sharon says in her best Gretchen Wieners sounding tone. It’s Alaska turn to laugh out loud now, and the two of them look like crazy people giggling at each others’ jokes, smacking each others’ arms. Courtney and Katya shoot them weird looks.

“You’re funny, Alaska.” Sharon comments, a pleased grin on her face.

Alaska laughed along with her. “I’m kidding, I’m totally not a mean girl!” She quickly says. Sharon shakes her head, letting Alaska know that she knew she was joking.

“You are really stunning though, I mean that.” Alaska says it almost nonchalantly that Sharon turns ever redder this time.

The dark haired girl scratches the back of her head. “T-thanks, Alaska.” Sharon replies awkwardly. If Sharon was being honest, Alaska was one of the most visually stunning people she’s ever seen. And someone that aesthetically pleasing telling her she had a good look boosted her confidence a little. She had no idea why she was stuttering or why her cheeks were heating up. Alaska had just complimented her, Sharon was the type of person who usually ate that up.

Alaska flashes Sharon a genuinely smile at her stuttered thank you, and before Sharon realizes, they’re already at the circuit. Courtney leading the way for everyone.

They showed her a full minute of their basic circuit and Sharon thought it looked do-able, and dare she say, pretty fun. At least, Courtney and Alaska breezing through it made it seem that way. Alaska was absolutely right about the gym experience being fun especially if you were with friends. It definitely helped Sharon’s overall experience that Alaska, Courtney, and Katya were easy to get along with, and really funny to be around also. Katya had really snide, funny remarks, Courtney was last to get the joke which was hilarious, and Alaska made really witty comments.

They made Sharon do the circuit slowly at first, and told her to do whatever she could in the amount of time. Eventually, Sharon got the groove of things and felt comfortable following the workouts Courtney and Alaska did.

The next day, Sharon’s body is so sore that she had to call in for someone to take her shift. That meant she’d be working the whole of a day next week. She stays at home, in her bed and it’s not till Willam decides to drop by her house during her lunch break that Sharon gets to eat.

“I got you take out from that Mexican place you like!!” Willam says as she enters Sharon’s room with a doggy bag. Sharon groans and struggles to sit up. She can’t believe she allowed Alaska and Courtney to coax her into doing ab workouts.

“You did a plank for 2 seconds!” Willam says exasperatedly when she sees Sharon struggle to sit up.

“Doesn’t matter! It still fucking hurts to sit up!” Sharon bites back.

“Did you take any medicine?”

“I had an advil first thing waking up.”

Willam chuckles and looks at her apologetically, “Sorry, I didn’t take into consideration how much first time workouts hurt… I completely forgot.” Sharon rolls her eyes. “Did you have fun at least?”

Sharon sighs, she thought about her experience last night before answering Willam. “I did have fun. Your friends were definitely fun, that Katya was hilarious, and the workouts weren’t as scarily difficult to do as I thought they would be…” Willam’s face lit up every word that came out of Sharon’s mouth.

“What about Court and Alaska! What did you think of them?”

“They’re both really nice. They made the whole gym experience a lot better actually. Courtney really seemed to know her stuff! And Alaska’s gorgeous! Does she model?”

Willam snickers, “Nah, but she likes to do the workouts pretending that she does.” Sharon wants to laugh but it would hurt her abdominal muscles.

“But I still don’t really see the point in going to the gym, y'know?” Willam frowns at this.

“Don’t you wanna get fit?!” She exclaims.

Sharon shrugs, “I’m happy with how I look…”

“It’s not about how you look, it’s about how you feel!” Willam quickly counters, “Sure you’re gorgeous as hell,” Sharon smiles at this, “But you can’t climb what, like 2 flights of stairs with me without getting winded.” Sharon chuckles cause that was true. She also decided she didn’t really wanna argue or explain to Willam so she just sighs, reaching for the doggy bag.

Willam beats her to it and starts unrolling the top, pulling the take-out out.

“Okay well, I took a half day, and said I’d just work from home so I can take care of you today. I feel really guilty.” Willam confesses, handing her the container.

Sharon smiles appreciatively, “Aw, thanks Wills. Can you go get me plate though? I don’t wanna mess up my sheets.”

Willam spends the whole day in Sharon’s apartment, basically doing her bidding. Sharon didn’t abuse the offer, though. Only asking Willam to do the things she absolutely couldn’t. They spend most of the day watching re-runs of Married With Children. With Willam’s focus going in and out as she answered and composed emails for work. That night they ordered in take-out for dinner as well, and Willam left Sharon’s apartment at 11pm.

The next day, Sharon was still sore but the pain-relievers were working better so she could at least do the bare minimum at work. Unluckily for her it was a Saturday and that meant a lot of people coming up to the counter.

Sharon (and Willam) had studied business management in college. But during her four-year course, she just completely fell in love with makeup and beauty and then by her last year, she had little to no interest in having a profession in said course. She took up makeup classes and built up her credentials in her free time and once she graduated university applied as a makeup artist for MAC and got accepted.

A little over 3 years later, she still loves her job but it’s hard to move up the corporate ladder with businesses like these.

“Sharon, Adore’s out front asking about some reservation?” Violet, one of Sharon’s closest and favorite co-workers, comes up to her in the back room.

“Oh! Yeah, I have her stuff, lemme get them.” Sharon says quickly grabbing a couple of items that were rubber banded together. Adore was a regular at Sharon’s MAC branch.

“Hey Adore!” Sharon greets happily when she steps out the back room into the store.

“Hey Sharon! Ya have my stuff?”

Sharon shows her the goods, carefully plucking them out of the bound rubber and naming them for Adore. “Antique Teddy, white kohl liner, Soft Ochre paint pot, and our Spice lip liner that’s always sold out.” She chuckles.

“Lifesaver!” Adore exclaims, clapping her hands together. “Sucks that this is one of my most used shades and now everyone’s buying it because of fucking Kylie Jenner. Thank you for always reserving stock for me, Sharon.”

“It’s no sweat. You’re part of the family, Adore!” Sharon smiles at one of her favorite customers.

Aside from Adore, only a couple people had walked in the store. Sharon expected it to be busy, considering it was a weekend, but since she was still sore, she wasn’t complaining.

“It’s cause Benefit’s having a sale.” Violet rolls her eyes when Sharon wonders out loud why there’s no customers. Benefit was one of their neighboring boutiques.

It was already later in the afternoon and Sharon’s only patrons after Adore were a mother and her 7 year old daughter, who Sharon happily gave a kiddie make-over to. She loved kids, and despite her dark look, kids seemed to like her too. The mother reluctantly bought her daughter a $16 lipstick. She had only come in to look at powder and mascara but her daughter was getting very antsy so Sharon had offered to entertain her, giving her a makeover while Violet showcased to the mom their different mascaras and the fan favorite Studio Fix Powder.

“Sharon?” A familiar voice calls her name. Sharon had to do a double-take because it took her brain a while to process a name for the face in front of her.

“Oh hey! Alaska, Courtney!” She greets, finally remembering, as the 2 blondes walk into her store.

“I didn’t know you worked here…” Alaska drawls. “It’s nice to see you.”

“Yeah, I’ve been stationed here for 3 years!” Sharon smiles happily.

“Well we just came from that Benefit sale.” Courtney says, to which Sharon and Violet look at each other sharing a grin. “Alaska and her brow products.”

“A girl needs good stuff, okay?” Alaska says defensively, “And when the good stuff are on sale, you go get them.”

“She makes a point.” Sharon agrees. “Oh, this is Violet.” She introduces her co-worker as she approaches them. “These are… friends,” Sharon decides she doesn’t want to explain to Violet that they’re really more her best friend’s friends than her actual friends and that they’ve only met once at the gym. “That’s Alaska, and that’s Courtney.”

“You guys are gorgeous.” Violet comments. The 2 blondes pink at her comment. “It would be stunning to paint your faces.” She adds.

“That’s what Violet means when she calls people gorgeous, by the way.” Sharon clarifies and the other girls laugh.

“So wait, this is so interesting!” Alaska says clearly fascinated, “Can you like… do your whole spiel for me? Like how would you sell me a product?” Alaska walks over to the lipstick displays and picks one up, and then looks at Sharon.

“Oh, you want me to do the whole like, thing?” Sharon clarifies. Alaska nods. “Okay.” She laughs.

Sharon clears her throat, straightens her posture and begins. “Hi my name’s Sharon, how can I help you today?”

Courtney groans at Alaska’s shenanigans, so Violet offers to do the same for her. “I could show you our products too, if you’d like.” She says kindly, which Courtney accepts.

Alaska grins excitedly. “If I’m not looking for anything, what do you do?”

Sharon blinks, she opens her mouth but then closes it again, she composes herself before saying, “Would you like to see our newest collection? is usually one of the most common things we ask. But for the situation right now… hmm…” Sharon pauses to think, her brain racking through the files of what she’s read in their handbook multiple times. “I think it’s more appropriate to ask.. is there anything here you seem interested in?”

“Oh there are a few,” Alaska replies with a little smirk. Sharon raises an eyebrow. “What’s this?” Alaska absentmindedly picks up another product.

“That’s a brow mascara.” Sharon says slowly, observing Alaska’s movements carefully. Alaska puts the brow mascara down and smiles at Sharon, batting her eyelashes expecting her to continue. “Alaska, I can’t do my thing if you never answer properly.” Sharon finally says, chuckling.

“Okay, okay. I’ll play along.” Alaska concedes. “Umm… I don’t know what I’m looking for, but I’m a college senior who wants an easy every day look.” She says trying to sound scripted. Sharon laughs at this.

“Oh! For just an every day look like, a light and fresh looking beat,” Sharon shrugs as she’s talking, hating how 'YouTuber’ she sounds, but Alaska is enjoying the whole thing and you can see it in her face. Sharon starts walking towards the face products display, ushering Alaska to follow her to see the items, “I recommend our… Mineralize concealer,” picking each one up as she says their name, showing Alaska the products individually, “Our Studio Fix powder, our Extended Play mascara, and this brow pencil.” Sharon has handed Alaska the concealer and powder, and she’s holding the mascara and brow pencil. “And of course Fix+ to set everything.” She adds, pulling the spray bottle from one of the pockets on her black apron.

“Oh my god, Fix+!!!” Alaska exclaims, “I’ve actually been meaning to try it…” she says setting down the powder and concealer and taking the Fix+ bottle from Sharon.

“You haven’t?!” Sharon looks slightly offended. Fix+ is holy grail for any MAC girl.

“No. I just told you, I’m a college student. My Nyx one works fine.” Alaska counters. The girl really did have a quick tongue.

Sharon laughs cause she understands. She’s been there.

“Do you want me to do a look on you?” Sharon offers.

“Do I?!” Alaska exclaims excitedly, eyes going wide. “Yeah I would really love that!” She turns towards the direction of where Courtney is. Violet is showing her all their different pure pigments when Alaska calls out, “Court you should have Violet do your face too!!!”

“Yeah we can’t actually decline when people ask us to paint their faces.” Violet informs Courtney.

The two make-up artists seat Alaska and Courtney a chair away from each other, so they had space to move around. Violet decided to give Courtney a very bright look. She painted her using one of their new Personality Palettes, bright pink and a lot of peach tones. Sharon, as she promised Alaska, gave her a very quick, fresh looking makeup look.

“I’m gonna use some eyeshadow, but very light, not completely necessary to complete the look, if let’s say, you’re rushing for class.” Sharon says as she brushes the pigment on the blonde’s eye lids.

“Aren’t you supposed to be selling me the products?” Alaska laughs, trying her best not to move her head. Sharon chuckles stashing away her shadow brush.

“Yeah, but we’re friends so I’m gonna be honest.” Sharon says, grinning as she picks up the eyeliner. “Okay, I’m gonna get really into this eyeliner, cause you’ve got a really pretty eye shape.” Sharon let’s Alaska know what she’s going to do before she applies anything on the blonde’s face. “Close your eyes?” Sharon leans in close, carefully applying the gel liner. Alaska’s breathing speeds up at how close Sharon actually is to her face, she could feel the warmth of her breath. Did makeup artists really get in this close? Alaska was trying to remember the last time someone had done her face.

Sharon pulls back slowly looking satisfied with her lines. “Don’t open your eyes yet.” she tells Alaska, grabbing a piece of paper and fanning her client’s lids. She let Alaska know once the liner was dry, and the blonde opened her eyes slowly.

“Do you want me to touch your eyebrows?” Sharon asks.

Alaska chuckles, “Yeah, why not?! I wanna see your style on me. You can make it different from how I do mine.” Alaska grins at Sharon.

Sharon works on filling in Alaska’s eyebrows. When she’s done with that, she curls the younger girl’s eyelashes and applies the mascara. “I think I’ll skip blush,” Sharon informs her and goes right into applying highlighter on Alaska’s cheekbones. “Your bone structure is gorgeous, by the way.” Sharon adds as she dusts the product on Alaska’s face.

“Thank you!” Alaska says in a high pitched tone, sounding very pleased.

“Okay, now for your lips.” Sharon announces, “Pick a shade.” She holds out 2 lip pencils and 2 lip sticks.

“Oh! This one looks cute!” Alaska picks up a lip pencil in the shade Rosy Rim. “But this one looks really nice, too!!!” she whines a little, when she uncaps the lipstick in the shade Hug Me.

“We can do the lip pencil then the lipstick over it, Alaska. It’s not a problem.” Sharon chuckles.

“Yes let’s do that!!!” Alaska cheers and Sharon smiles at how absolutely adorable she’s being. Wait, did she just think Alaska was completely adorable? She shakes the thoughts out of her head and applies the lip products on her client. And in Sharon’s thoughts, emphasis on the word client.

She finishes up the look by spraying the blonde with Fix+ and she’s smiling proudly at her handiwork. Alaska looks fresh to death. Her makeup was light and it accentuated her eyes and cheekbones, which were, to Sharon, her best features. She also thought Alaska had really pretty lips too and was really satisfied with the color they chose. It was a really good MLBB color (my lips but better).

“Oh my god, Sharon! I love it. This is really pretty!” Alaska admired her look in the mirror. “Next time, I want you to do your look on me!” She turns to the makeup artist, flashing her an excited smile.

“This mug I’m wearing right now?” Sharon asks a little surprised. Alaska nods enthusiastically, and Sharon laughs. “Sure, no problem!” She says. “I’m just here, come drop by anytime, Alaska.”

“Oh yeah I definitely will!” Alaska replies, hopping off the chair. She goes over to Courtney where Violet is still finishing up the rest of her face. Alaska gasps, “Court you look stunning! You should always wear this much makeup!” the tall blonde comments.

Violet burst out laughing, she had to stop working on Courtney’s face or she would mess up her lines. Sharon laughed at Alaska’s shady comment as well. Courtney scrunched up her nose, “Are you saying I look ugly bare faced?!”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying. Also on a regular day, your makeup is terrible.”

Alaska was relentless, and Sharon thought she could definitely get along with the feisty blonde.

Sharon and Violet were glad that Alaska and Courtney had come in; their last interesting clients of the day had been the two blondes.

That night, Sharon had dinner with Willam after work ended late for the both of them. Willam invited Sharon to a place she newly discovered that served all-day brunch food.

“The most interesting part of the day was Alaska and Courtney visiting.” Sharon tells Willam.

“Oh? You saw them today?”

“Yeah they spotted me at work and went in. Vi and I gave them like makeovers and they actually bought some stuff so it worked out.”

“We’re actually planning to go out Friday next week for drinks and stuff.” Willam said. “You should come join us!”

“Oh the gym crew?” Sharon asks. “I dunno… I might feel out of place.”

“Nah!!! It will be fine!” Willam encourages. It didn’t really take much to have Sharon agreeing though. Willam had a really fun gym crew, and Sharon wouldn’t mind spending another night with them. Especially outside the gym.

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This is a long post because I went on a few rants, but there are workouts and stuff in there, I promise ;) stay tuned for commentary on vanity sizing and non-scale victories!

April 13 Thursday’s workout was super speedy. Legs and a quick stretching NTC workout. I meant to do curtsy lunges to finish it out, but I was crunched for time and my legs were already burning from the seasaw lunges and step-ups because my bench was higher than a normal one would be. I always get kind of frustrated when my NTC workout ends up being a lowkey stretching one, because I use it to replace cardio for the day. I’m starting to think I should either do more than one or just do cardio anyway. At least I got in a nice half hour walk at lunch; it was much colder than I was expecting since the rest of this week has been so nice! Still pretty out tho. And my skull shirt is badass. The end.

Went to Whole Foods with Ani when I got home to get some goodies for the weekend, and really stuck to my list (which I was proud of, bc that store is a literal TRAP) which included chocolate milk as a post-workout fuel… ASK ME HOW HYPE I AM TO START DRINKING CHOCO MILK AGAIN!!! (very. obviously.) Also started growing a mini protein bar collection because now I’m terrified of not properly fueling post-workout, so now I’m going to have very little excuse not to, since these babies are extremely portable. Just throw one in ya workout bag, and there you go. Don’t even have to remember to get it from my lunch box. I’m finally trying RXBAR and a few Quest Bar flavors (shoutout to @runningwhilenotdying for the suggestion, ty girl!) for now, in addition to the Luna Protein bars I still have. Still going to have to try a few to find out which works best for me.

Legs / butt workout 3x each 15 reps weighted glute bridges, 10# 15 reps goblet squats, 10# 20 reps step ups, alt. sides, 10# 20 reps seasaw lunges, alt. sides 15 reps weighted lying leg curls, 6# 40 s wall sits 10 reps burpee + high jump alternating leg swing stretches instead of curtsy lunges bc I’m a wimpy bitch lol

Listening to: “Under You” by Nick Jonas

April 14 Today is the day John Mayer’s full album is out, something I realized halfway through Friday morning while working from home, so I blasted the FUCK out of it in my apartment and haven’t stopped listening since. Ani took the day off, so it was just me at home designing, which is literally what I wish every work day of my life could be. Making my own schedule, eating and working out whenever I want and not having to worry about when I’m going to finish, not having to talk to people lol.

I decided to workout around 11ish and had to do arms / upper body without weights, which was a bit challenging considering my weak wrists and lack of free weights. BUT I made it, and my wrists weren’t ded afterwards, so I guess I’m building up some strength? Plus check out my schweaty knees, aren’t they purty? It was a dec workout, so hype it. HOWEVER, in the middle of my last set, this awful ringing started in my apartment, which I identified as the fire alarm after panicking for like 2 seconds. Then there was this weirdo announcement in our hallway as if we were in a damn dorm, saying to evacuate asap so I was like o fuck ok let me get my things. Ran outside with my purse and a jacket, ran into the woman who legit hates me and Ani for being loud on the weekend two whole times (fuck her tho it was a Friday and Saturday at like 11pm get your panties out of your ass amirite) and she was like idk what’s going on I’m probably not going downstairs. I was like ????? um if there’s a fire I’m not dying so bye. So I ran down 8 flights of stairs to find no one in the lobby. Sick. It was a false. Alarm. Bc they’re doing construction right in front of the elevators. Motherfuckers. So I had to go back up 8 flights of stairs once I got the approval from the doorman. Thx for the cardio break, how’d you know I needed that? 🙄 Finished my set, worked for a bit longer, then showered and decided I was done working for the day lol.

It was pay day and I was bored so I kinda went a little nuts on a shopping trip. As usual, I mostly bought athleisure, buuuuuuuuuuut there are some significant things about this shopping trip that I must share.

1: I willingly purchased two pairs of athletic shorts. I do not wear anything but leggings to workout in, because I hate the way my legs look, and I usually feel much more mobile and flexible in leggings, even if it’s like 90 degrees out and July. But I tried on two pairs of black shorts, and could actually see myself not only wearing them like to bed, but like… doing active things in them, and being ok with seeing my legs. First #NONSCALEVICTORY o the day.

2: I not only willingly tried on a one piece bathing suit, I tried on two, AND I purchased one. Every person alive knows too well the personal torture of trying on bathing suits, especially in dressing rooms that have awful fluorescent lighting that does not flatter anyone. But for some reason I was in a good mood about my bod (perhaps after the shorts win), so I grabbed two suits and said to myself, fuck it, don’t feel bad about yourself, but do not get your hopes up. This could go great, or it could not. Don’t let this be a reflection of how hard you’ve been working. It might just not fit, that’s not your fault. BUT THEY BOTH FIT REALLY DECENTLY OK. The one was like bright red and v scandalous and tbh I did not have the boobs to fill out that sucker. So despite it fitting ok, I couldn’t go with it. But the other was stripey and rouchey and pretty comfortable, so I was like welp. I need at least one suit for the summer, and can’t picture myself using any of the ones from last summer, and I don’t feel like total crap in this. So. I bought it!

3: I purchased at least one thing of every size (S, M, L, and XL), which proves that sizing is fake and literally doesn’t fucking matter. I like all my tops a little baggy and all of my bottoms tight (except those shorts I ended up getting, but who knew I would even buy shorts…). That’s just my personal preference style-wise. I went to four different stores, and ended up getting clothing that fit me, but when I was ripping the tags off when I got home, I noticed that all the sizes were different. I bought a shirt from Uniqlo (AMAZING STORE, btw, never been before today) that was a size small, which is something I haven’t done in like literally maybe 7-8 years. I also bought a cropped sweatshirt from Marshall’s in XL, even though I thought it was a large when I bought it. Either way, it’s not like my body morphed mid-shopping trip. I was the same size all day, but the stores decided I was all over the place. This just makes me a, hate the fashion industry for forcing this imaginary 00 system and ideals of size-shaming on us, but also b, feel better about myself because I know that I can’t be reliant on just being one size. I used to think of my weightloss in terms of pants sizes. Like last Friday when I was wearing actual pants, they were 12s. But like. A 12 at one store could be a 16 at another, or an 8. I used to say, oh I just want to be down to a consistent 8. That would be the perfect amount of weight to lose. If I get there, I’ll know that I’m good. But I’m really starting to see that that number and that size doesn’t exist. There is no universe in which an 8 at every store will fit the same. So judging yourself on a system that’s literally impossible to fit into is just a recipe for hurt and shame. So now I’m just gonna grab any size that looks like it’ll fit. It’s still not fun to see a higher number, but that’s going to be a mindset I have to get myself out of, and this post is proof that it doesn’t matter. I want to base my happiness with my fitness on phyiscal progress: what I can DO with my body, not just how it looks in the clothes I inevitably have to wear. But today, for a few reasons, I felt really good, and I’m proud to have seen not only one, but a few non-scale wins. Hype it the FUCK up.

Whew. That was a lot, sorry. I almost feel like a doing a ~haul~ like I’m on some fashion youtube channel, I bought so many fun things. But whatever, I doubt anyone cares about that except me lolol.

Honestly sometimes I think I just like to buy some things because I’m happy they fit me, not because I need them or are in love with them. Is that weird? I feel like I’m a pretty specific shape (very short and curvy, but not curvy everywhere), so when I find something I actually think fits me, I usually just say, yeah I’ll wear this. I definitely am spending too much money that way, but it’s nice to feel like a lot of things are fitting me well for once.

Arms / upper body workout 3x each 20 reps shoulder taps, alt. sides 10 reps pushups 20 reps walk outs + twist, alt. sides 10 reps tricep dips 50 reps arm circles forward 50 reps arm circles backward 20 reps lat pull downs + shoulder squeeze 35s, 40s, 45s plank 10 reps decline push ups 10 reps burpee + high jump + 5 jumping jacks PLUS 8 flights of stairs when my fucking fire alarm went off and the elevator didn’t work 🙃

Listening to: “Burlesque” by Christina Aguilera OR the Voices in Your Head a cappella version, both are fun

April 15 I was hella nervous for my run today; 6 miles seemed like a lot to me, and after last week’s long run on the treadmill, it had been a while since I’d done a long one outside. The last time I finished a long run outside, I felt like death. So this time I wanted to be really prepared; I read some articles and youtube videos on how to run longer without like dying, and made sure to focus on my breathing and warmup. Once I left my apartment, I didn’t start my timed run for about 10ish minutes but still ran slow to get my legs ready. Then I did some of the moves from the videos, and set off. Today I went towards the art museum and Kelly Drive for the first time, which was definitely busy for a Saturday morning, but it was kinda gray out and mid-50s which is like perfect running weather. I felt really good for like literally the whole run, and I couldn’t tell if it was the new place, good music, or what, but I was surprised at how quickly the miles came and went. I stopped at 4.56 miles to take the picture in front of the art museum, walked briskly up the hill to the building, then ran the rest of the way on the rest of the Schuykill River Trail and back towards home. I finished a little ways away from home and was inspired by a boy who seemed to be blind or albino who was running with a small leash with a girl, and continued jogging all the way home. So I really totalled something like 7.10 miles and they felt GREAT which is INSANE for me. Like that’s so many miles. And I haven’t run that far in so long, and they actually felt GOOD??? Like who am I?

I rewarded myself with a cinnamon roll protein shake, a little more shopping (I ended up getting the black Nike Tanjuns for anyone who saw my post last night lol), and Chick-Fil-A nuggets for lunch. Was considering making this day a cheat day when I saw the Chick-Fil-A, but I was good and only got the nuggets. My resolve was tested when I saw a girl with a Rita’s cup right when I got home and I wanted to be like OMG GIRL WHERE IS THERE A RITA’s AROUND HERE???!??! But clearly I held myself back.

Guess that means more Easter chocolate for me tomorrow hayyyyyy

6.02 mi 10'20" min / mi

Listening to: “Hair” by Little Mix

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