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devildomimagines · 2 years

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Can I request head cannons of the Brothers reacting to an MC that’s OP like Saitama? They aren’t scared of anything and because of how inhumanly strong and fast they are, they have really fast reflexes against demons that try to attack them and can handle spells/curses with a blank face. They’ll punch someone so hard, the sap crashes several feet back with a large dent and MC’s like “That was barely a punch 😐”

HAHA this is great, I wrote this as the reader is the exception but imagine the human race is the most powerful of the three realms, I think that would be an interesting dynamic to explore.

Thank you as always for your patience. I’m not the fastest at writing due to irl circumstances. Since I always write more than planned, the other brothers are under the cut. Without further ado~

Belphegor

Well chapter 16 would have gone very differently 😂

Belphie has his hand around your throat and you’re looking at him with a bored expression.

You can feel him try to tighten his grip but it doesn’t make a difference.

He knows a bit about humans and this isn’t right.

Afterwards, he still kind of thinks you’re inhuman and he’s not totally off base.

What you can do, most humans wouldn’t even come close to being able to do.

Ultimately grateful for your defensive power because then he doesn’t have to babysit you while out in the Devildom and he can drop his guard to nap briefly.

Beelzebub

“Whoops,” You shrug as you leave the scene.

Beel just watched you “push” a demon across the room after they put an unwanted hand on your shoulder.

He’s impressed and wants to know you workout routine.

“100 sit-ups, 100 pushups, 100 squats and a 10 km run.”

He immediately adds it to his routine and you can work out with him.

As workout buddies, you push and support each other to be the best.

He’d get so soft and proud of you when you fling rude lesser demons out of your way.

Asmodeus

When you peel a pushy demon off of Asmo, he goes weak in the knees for a second as he swoons.

Asmo could have taken care of the demon but watching you take care of it without any strain makes him go 😍

He never doubted you but you’re definitely physically stronger than Solomon so Asmo covets a pact with you.

Loves when you manhandle him, even just for little things like pulling him out of the way, turning him around, or grabbing his wrists to stop him from getting too handsy.

Besides being immune to his charms, he’s the first to learn that you’re immune to other spells and curses.

He tests this with getting cursed make-up or dropping a few drops of potion into your drink.

You don’t even blink and he’s enthralled, you might just be the most interesting thing to happen in his life in a long time.

Satan

Doesn’t believe it until he sees it.

He tests your strengths not so sneakily. “Hey MC, can you move this couch? I think my pencil dropped under there while I was drawing.”

Adds your skills to his thought process when creating Anti Lucifer Club traps and inconveniences.

“What if you picked up Lucifer and put him in a pit of tar?”

“What if I didn’t want to do that?”

Satan treats you as an equal, sometimes forgetting that you’re human because you can destroy a wall with the best of them lol.

Leviathan

He thinks you’re so cool. All your stats are maxed out and you do it without even trying.

Likens you to some characters he knows, then you share the human world comparisons you’ve gotten (Saitama obviously lol).

He’s obsessed with the anime and manga because he can only think of you.

He says, “This character is just like you!” instead of the usual “You’re like this character” and it’s refreshing.

Levi asks how and why you got so powerful not for himself to get powerful though, just wants to get to know you better.

Boasts about you being the strongest human online.

When the haters question him, he asks if he can vlog with you so he can show you off.

Mammon

You made him double take when you were just as fast as him, if not faster??

Then he challenges you to races all the time, sometimes placing bets like, “I bet bathroom cleaning duty for a month that I’ll beat you to RAD.”

You take him on usually, it’s pretty 50/50 who wins and it somewhat shocks Mammon, it also makes him fall for you more.

He had taken pride in being the fastest and here you are showing him up, but he likes a partner that can keep up and keep him on his toes.

Oh the mischief you two could get up to and make a run for it if you agree to one of his schemes.

Mammon might be stronger than you so he offers to help you if something is too heavy with the most smug grin. (Please remember he’s like top 5 strongest of the whole realm)

Totally still acts like a babysitter/big brother even if you can take care of yourself, he’s just like that.

Lucifer

Maybe the most surprised brother.

He really thought that this exchange program was going to have him chaperoning a weak human so as to not get eaten within a week of arrival.

So it’s one less headache for him because he doesn’t have to watch over you everyday if you’re fast and strong.

Then he sees just how fast and how strong and he’s taken aback.

He had never seen someone rival Mammon’s speed besides himself and the way you punched that gluttony lesser demon across the room after they loomed hungrily over you left him speechless.

You’ve earned Lucifer’s respect and he’s indirectly proud of you for standing your own in the Devildom.

Might come to rely on you more as he begins to trust you.

#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #my writing #anon squad

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nancylfitness · 7 months

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Falls Are Preventable (Includes Exercises!)

Balance training is an important and effective part of fall prevention. Performing safe home exercises can help strengthen your lower body to promote balance and reduce your overall fall risk, among other health benefits. Physical activity, including exercise, reduces falls by 13% to 40%.

Also, fall-proof your home to ensure your safety and help prevent falls. Follow the link below for home safety tips:

https://www.cdc.gov/steadi/pdf/check_for_safety_brochure-a.pdf

It’s a good idea to include balance training along with physical activity and strength training in your regular activity.

Nearly any activity that keeps you on your feet and moving, such as walking, can help you maintain good balance.

The specific exercises below are designed to enhance your balance and are beneficial to include in your daily routine and can help improve your stability.

Key movements needed for getting up off the floor

(See original table on the blog website, linked)

Step -- Description -- What’s Needed -- Exercise (s)

Roll Over to side -- strong shoulders & core -- Wall Pushup, Plank, Bicep Curl – 1 ft

Push up to seated position -- strong shoulder & chest -- Deadlift, Woodchop, Lateral raise – 1 ft

Shift weight to hands & knees -- agility & strong chest muscles -- Bird Dog, Standing Squish Ball

Step 1 foot forward -- glute & leg strength -- Wall sit, Half Squat, Leg – 3 way kick, Calf Raises

Stand up -- good balance & leg strength -- Step Up, Tight Rope, Knee Extensions, Single Leg Stance

Exercise Instruction:

Wall PushUp

Place hands against a wall ~ chest height.

Step back ~1 or 2 feet with body at 45-degree angle.

Lowering body toward wall until nose is almost touching wall.

Press body back up to start position.

Repeat for 10 – 15 reps.

Wall Plank

Bend elbows until you are supporting your body weight on your forearms.

Maintain a flat back, hold for up to 30 seconds.

Don’t forget to breathe & engage abs (abdominal muscles).

Bicep Curl – on 1 foot

Look straight ahead; stand on left leg.

Arms/hands at sides grasping dumbbells-palms facing forward

Back straight; shoulders rolled back.

Bend elbows at sides, slowly bring dumbbells up; do not arch back.

Slowly lower dumbbells to start position, breathing in. Do 10 reps

Repeat standing on right leg-10 reps.

Deadlift

Hold a pair of dumbbells in front with an overhand grip, palms facing the body.

Hinge forward at hips, slightly bending the knees, lowering the dumbbells to the ground without allowing back to round.

Brace core and lift back to the starting position.

WoodChop

Stand, feet shoulder-width apart; hold dumbbell w/ both hands.

Rotate torso to the right & raise dumbbell until over right shoulder.

Squat as you rotate torso to the left and bring the dumbbell diagonally across the body until it’s close to your left hip.

Repeat and then switch sides.

Engage core, keep feet / knees pointing in same direction. Keep arms straight; breathe out as you twist torso.

Single leg stand with lateral raise

Look straight ahead; stand on left leg.

Arms/hands at sides with dumbbells.

Raise arms out from sides to shoulder height

Slowly lower dumbbells to start position. Do 10 reps.

Repeat standing on right leg-10 reps.

Maintain good posture; Breathe!

Bird Dog

Start on all 4’s, wrists @ shoulders , knees @ hips.

Lift right arm, left leg off floor at same time; extend both to straight; reach w/ fingertips.

Lower down & switch sides = 1 rep.

Coordination that builds core stability & capacity for large movements to move limbs away from center of body.

Standing bird dogs

Shift your weight back to your hands and, simultaneously.

Raise your right arm and left leg off of the wall and the floor at the same time.

Do not to rotate or twist your spine and maintain a neutral spinal position. Use a support if needed.

Continue for 10 repetitions, alternating hands and legs.

Squish Ball – Inner Thigh Squeezes

Seated, place a ball between knees.

Press knees together squeezing ball, hold for 5 seconds.

Slowly release pressure.

Repeat 8 to 10 times. Rest, do another set.

Wall Sit

Stand w/ back pressed against wall.

Slide down into a sitting position by moving feet forward & lowering buttocks.

If pain restricts range of motion, only lower as far as you can with control.

If you can, lower yourself until your thighs are parallel to the floor.

Hold this position ~ 10 seconds, longer if possible.

Over time, increase the duration for wall sit for up to 60 seconds.

Leg, 3-Way Kick

Stand on 1 leg (soft knee).

Raise other leg out in front.

Keep extended leg ~ straight; return it to center.

Gently lift the same leg out to the side & back down.

Extend leg behind & back down.

Perform as 6 on each leg.

Half Squat – improvebalance, strengthen knees, legs, & hips

Bend your knees as comfortably as possible while holding the chair.

Resume standing position. Use a chair for support, if needed.

Calf Raises – help w/ walking on uneven ground.

Stand straight, rise on toes as high as possible, keep heels off ground.

Slowly return to normal position.

Help you walk on uneven ground and improve your overall health.

Step Up

Using a step, step up carefully w/ left leg.

Balance & count to three, then lower down slowly.

Do the same with right leg. Use a support, if necessary.

Tight Rope

Put left foot in front of right foot: heel of left foot touches toes of right foot.

Place right foot in front of left. Put body weight on heel; heel touches toes.

Walk this way for 20-25 steps.

Knee Extensions

Sit in a chair and straighten out the right knee for a few seconds.

Repeat w/ left leg

Repeat these steps 12-15 times for each leg.

Single Leg Stance

Arms at side, stand w/ feet together next to a chair.

Lift right hand above head, followed by your right foot.

Hold the position for 10-15 seconds.

Repeat the same action on the left side.

Always check with your health care provider before beginning a home exercise program. For safety during these exercises, position yourself near a sturdy surface that you can use for support.

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littleharpethcrossfit · 10 months

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Thursday, 10 August, 2023.....Warmup Power Cleans.......WOD.......Picnic Party.

Yes, were are up and running again after our lightening attack. Some lights still don't work, we have no music, one less time clock, and no garage door opening machine. But we have FANS. The mats need pressure washing again even though Armando did such a perfect job right before the bolt out of the blue caused an eruption of mud.

Addendum:

Robert brought music via a bunch of cylindrical cans that I don't know how they work. Also we have a third time-clock which I assured Robert we didn't need. Robert also pressure washed the Arboretum side decks which got covered with mud from the lightening volcano. Feeling indebted to people who I suspect keep indebtedness-books makes me feel dis-regulated.

Warmup

5 Minute EMOM

7 Squats

5 Pushups

3 Pullups

Strength

Power Cleans: 3 / 3 / 3 / 3 / 3

(75 to 85% 1 Rep Max)

Touch & Go

Shane=245 Neal=225 Ed=165 Dana=155 Herb=135 Coach/Clara=85 Kayla=75 Shannon=65 Robert/Tim/Alicia/Elisa/Sue/Warren A=IDK

WOD

50 / 40 / 30 / 20 / 10 Calories Any ERG Ab-Mat Sit-ups (Feet Anchored ?) 15 Wall-Balls (20/14) After Each Number (5X) Shane=18:16 Robert=18:59 Neal=19:25 Kayla=22:37 Herb=22:50 Dana=23:00 Sue=23:38 Clara=23:52 Shannon=31:00 Coach=32:40 Ed/Tim/Warren A/Alicia/elisa=IDK Notes: Wine Tasting and snacks Followed. Lots of good stuff. I ate tons of a really good dip with a layer of hummus at the bottom, and at least 4 smallish hamburgers that were exceptionally good. There were other tasty dishes but I was trying to regulate myself. I also tried to regulate myself in regards to alcohol consumption. There were "only" a couple of whites, 1 rose', and 3 or 4 reds, of which a little was left over. I am trying to regulate myself because I have been labeled Dis-regulated. Is this only recently noticed ? This dis-regulation has nothing to do with bowel movements, which are regularly-regular.

Every few months, TUMBLR remakes itself. After-which it takes me a few days to regulate it. Unusual items present themselves, like "Horny housewives only 2.3 miles away" who want to meet me. I am tempted to respond only out of intellectual curiosity until I realize that Brentwood's Finest has their headquarters exactly 2.3 miles from here and I don't think they are playing Pickle-ball over there.

Saturday at the regular times of 0730 and at 0930.

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acclevantmlm · 11 months

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Get fit now: How to start exercising when you're out of shape and working out after 60 years old

How to Start Exercising When You’re Out of Shape, According to Fitness Experts

When you’re out of shape, the thought of getting back into shape is overwhelming, particularly for women. We don’t know where to start, how to start, or whether or not we have what it takes to actually achieve our goals.

As women, so many of us suffer from a lack of confidence, poor body image, the fear of being judged by others, and a lack of support from our family and friends. We’re also busy, making it difficult to find the time and the motivation to work out after we’ve already exhausted so much time and effort on being a parent, employee, business owner, household manager, etc., etc.

But here’s the deal, exercise is so much more than changing and shaping the way we look. It’s about our mental and physical health and well-being. Movement is medicine, and it’s often just the prescription we need to improve our self-esteem, attitude, mood, and physical aspects of our health.

If you’re out of shape, however, you define that, this article will provide you with some actionable steps you can start taking today to get moving toward the direction of your goals.

We spoke with three women’s health and wellness experts to get their insights on the top of getting started with exercise when you’re out of shape, and we can’t wait to share their thoughts and advice with you.

Ideally, working out after 60 years old should incorporate a blend of aerobic exercise, strength/resistance training, and stretching/flexibility exercises. Trendy fitness programs and high-intensity regimens aren't a practical—or safe—choice for most older adults. Below are some great workout options that can help you improve your mobility, build strength, and enhance your balance and coordination.

Yoga: Yoga is a low-impact activity that won't strain your joints. At the same time, it helps you build up your muscles, stabilize your core, improve your flexibility, and strengthen your bones. Look for an introductory yoga class in your area to help you master basic poses. Some yoga programs are specially designed for older adults and include seated and standing options.

Pilates: Like yoga, Pilates offers an effective workout while being gentle on joints. It focuses on building a strong core in order to improve balance and stability and has been shown to reduce the symptoms of arthritis, multiple sclerosis (MS), and Parkinson's disease. Many of the exercises are performed in sitting or reclining positions. Pilates is a smart option to try if you haven't exercised in a long time.

Aerobic exercise: Adding endurance activity to your day can help boost cardiovascular function, strengthen lungs and airways, and improve everyday stamina. What counts as aerobic exercise? Walking, swimming, and using the stationary bike are all good choices for older adults. Thirty minutes a day is the recommended amount. This can include three short, 10-minute sessions spread out over the day.

Strength training: No, we're not talking about bench pressing 100 pounds! There are simple, low-impact bodyweight training exercises you can do at home to help reverse muscle loss and burn body fat. These include wall pushups, stair climbing, squats, and single-leg stands. Some strength-training routines also incorporate light hand weights (1 to 2 lbs.) or resistance bands. Aim for two to three workouts weekly to reap the most benefits.

#how to start exercising when you're out of shape

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accesshealthcarephysicians · 1 year

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Best Exercises for Senior Citizens

If you are an older adult looking to establish an exercise routine, you should be able to fit in 2 hours of endurance activity a week. Regular exercise is important for all stages of life, but as we age, it becomes even more important for our overall well-being. Regular exercise can improve almost all aspects of your health which include; blood pressure, body weight, cholesterol levels, overall mood, and sleep patterns. It strengthens your muscles, ligaments, tendons, and your bones to help reduce injury and reduce your risk of falls. As always, any time you're starting a new exercise program, increasing your activity or if you have a chronic health condition, you should talk with your doctor about what's best for you. Some exercises or stretches may need to be modified to best fit your individual needs and goals.

There are several types of exercise to choose from and enjoying a nice mix of them all will result in the greatest results.

Do your muscles feel tight? The stretching and improved flexibility will help you feel less stiff and more comfortable with everyday tasks; walking, bending, and reaching. You'll naturally improve your posture, circulation, and balance. Achieving resilience takes time. Listen to your body and start slowly.

Let's start by discussing the two types of stretching: dynamic and static. Dynamic stretching, better known as active stretching, is less "stretching" than you might think of it. You do these types of movements and motions to warm up before exercise. This will include movements similar to those that would be included in your workout to ensure that the muscles are warm and the joints are lubricated.

Dynamic stretching includes stretches such as these:

Static stretching is what will increase flexibility. Do this as you stand, sit or lie down and stay in one position for about 45 seconds. These are stretches that you hold for a period of time. Static stretching should not cause injury With static stretching, you will focus on one muscle or area at a time eg; Neck, calves, hamstrings, back, arms and shoulders.

Balance:- Along with stretching and flexibility, improving balance can help prevent falls and other injuries. As well as aging, difficulty seeing, inner ear problems, and weakened joints and muscles can cause a lack of balance even with a slightly uneven surface. Activities such as yoga, tai chi, and Pilates will help improve balance and flexibility. As an added bonus, many of these exercise activities are also good for our physical health.

Aerobic Endurance:- This type of exercise doesn't need to be strenuous, but it should get your heart rate up. There's no need to sign up for the next Hometown Marathon! For most seniors, starting with low-impact activities is a good place to start. The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) recommends at least 150 minutes of moderate-intensity aerobic activity each week. (Or 75 minutes of vigorous-intensity aerobic activity.) Look for senior classes in your area, or enjoy a walk in a local park.

Strength Training:- Everyday tasks require strength. Carrying groceries, climbing stairs, and doing household chores requires adequate muscle strength. According to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC), adults 65 and older should include strength training in their workouts at least twice a week. Start slow with light weights, such as 1-2 pounds, and aim for 10-15 repetitions of a compound exercise. You can also use your own body weight for resistance with exercises like chair squats, wall pushups, or even stair climbing. Resistance bands are a very cost-effective way to add strength training to your workout and improve heart health, bone health, independence, and overall quality of life. Classes offered by your insurance, such as Silver Sneakers, or at your local gym can help you learn the proper way to use strength training equipment.

Improving your health can start with 30 minutes of physical activity every day. Remember to talk to your doctor about the best path to fitness for your needs and start slowly. Try to incorporate all types of exercise into your weekly routine to see the most benefits. The US Department of Health and Human Services reports that less than 5% of adults participate in 30 minutes of physical activity each day and only 1 in 3 reaches the recommended amount of physical activity each week. But it's still not too late! A study in the Journal of Medicine and Science in Sports and Exercise reported that lifting weights for less than an hour each week significantly reduced the risk of heart attack and stroke.

#doctor in spring hill #primary care physician near me #general physician near me #general care physician near me

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leonwilliablog · 2 years

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Climbing Training at Home for your Fingers

Bodyweight Training and Weight Training

There is one big distinction to make between the two types of climbing specific workouts that you can do at home: bodyweight training and weight training.

Bodyweight Training

Bodyweight training relies on exercises that require no weighted equipment but uses instead the weight of your body. This, for example, includes pullups and using a hangboard.

Bodyweight training is something that everyone can do at home, and it is especially useful for targeting core strength and body tension. Exercises like planks and plank variations are essential for climbers. You can perform planks either in the top of a pushup position or on your forearms. Lift up an arm or a leg to increase difficulty. Marching planks are a great way to make these more interesting.

To further work on your core, consider doing sit-ups, dishes, and dish variations. A dish is when you lie on your back and lift your arms and legs off the ground, the lower, the more intense. This sounds quite simple on paper, but try it, and you will quickly notice the burn in your core muscles.

Lastly, don’t forget about your legs! Squats, especially pistol squats, can help to reinforce the strong lower body that climbers need, yet so often neglect. When doing a squat, keep your feet hip-distance apart and your back straight while bending at the knees and lowering until your legs are fully bent. Pistol squats, a more difficult squat variation, are performed with just one leg, so they are especially helpful for climbing movements like high-steps.

Weight Training

Weight training requires additional weight, which makes specific targeted movements more intense. This can include weighted pullups as well as standard weight lifting gym exercises.

If you do have weights at home, such as a pair of dumbbells or a barbell and plates, it is a great idea to incorporate weight training into your at-home fitness routine. Weight training can help target max strength, something that comes in handy especially when you are bouldering. Weights can naturally be professional training weights, but if you do not have these, you can use heavy books, filled water bottles, or anything that is comfortable and safe to hold while working out.

Some useful circuits for rock climbers are the bench press (typical weight lifting from a lying position on a bench), dumbbell bicep curl (holding a dumbbell in an upwards facing hand, keeping your upper arm still and lifting it towards your shoulder), and deadlift (lifting a weight from the floor in both hands up to a standing position but not above your head), as these exercises target arm, chest, and back strength, which will all help you immensely in your climbing.

Every climber excels in some skills and lacks in others. With a little discipline and motivation, you can work hard on your weaknesses and become not just a powerful climber, but a stronger person.

Endurance training away from the wall

While training strength at home is quite straightforward, training endurance can be a bit more complicated. It’s difficult to target the specific muscle group, such as your forearms, that climbing requires. However, training general cardio endurance and lung capacity can be helpful for preparing for those long and pumpy sports routes, and there are numerous exercises that you can complete at home to do so.

To maintain general fitness, traditional cardio workouts, such as long slow jogging, interval sprints and biking are certainly suitable to regulate your heart rate and also improve your stamina. You can also do some simple climbing-specific HIIT (High-Intensity Interval Training) home workouts. Get your heart rate up by doing sets of burpees and mountain climbers while also targeting arm and core strength.

When doing burpees, start by doing a pushup, then jump your feet forward and jump into the air with your hands up. Lower and repeat for a high-intensity exercise. Mountain climbers are performed at the top of a pushup position, driving alternating knees towards your chest.

The above are some exercises you can do at home, let's exercise together!

#climbing #outdoors #mountains #exercise

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celomo · 2 years

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Workout routines for weight loss at home

#Workout routines for weight loss at home full#

graduated with Honors from Lee University with a Bachelors of Science in Biological Science. Plank - Hold your body in a plank position for 30 seconds, keeping your core engaged and tight.Ĭhief Operating Officer, The Compounding Pharmacy of America.Slowly bring your other foot to the box before lowering to the starting position-15 repetitions for each leg. Box Step Ups - Place one foot firmly on a sturdy box or step, then drive through your heel, so you’re atop the box with your legs completely straight.Slowly lift your chest and arms off the floor, keeping your legs flat, and hold for 30 seconds. Isometric Y - Begin by lying with your front flat on the floor, arms extended overhead in a Y shape.Slowly pull the hand weight toward your side and pause before lowering it to the starting position - 12 repetitions on each side. Hand weight Row - Begin on one knee with a hand weight in the opposite hand and resting on the floor.Take a hand weight in each hand with your hands facing forward and press them up until your arms extend fully. Hand weight Bench Press - Position your back, head, and glutes on a bench or the floor, and keep your feet flat as well.Bodyweight Squats - (See above) 15 repetitions.Reach your arms over your head, jump into the air, and upon landing, resume a squat position, prepared for another repetition.

#Workout routines for weight loss at home full#

Do a full pushup, then jump your feet toward your hands and drive yourself towards a standing position.

Burpees - from a squat position (see above), lean forward into a plank position.

Continue alternating legs, building speed as you go. Switch quickly and pull the opposite leg to the chest.

Mountain Climbers - from a plank position and keeping your palms flat on the floor, draw one knee to your chest with your abs engaged.

Bodyweight Squats (30 seconds each leg) - see beginner’s workout.

Return to the starting position by rolling back one vertebra at a time.

Sit-ups - keeping your feet flat on the floor and your knees bent, slowly lift your torso to a sitting position while engaging your abs.

Press into your heel to push back up into the starting position. Lower your body until the thigh is parallel with the floor and the shin is vertical.

Lunges (30 seconds per leg) - with feet hip-width apart, step forward with one leg, engaging the heel with the floor first.

Slowly bend your elbows until your chest nearly touches the floor, then return to the starting position.

Pushups - complete pushups by beginning from your knees or toes, and keeping your body level.

Jumping Jacks - this common calisthenic exercise gets your blood pumping and your arms involved in your cardio routine.

Then, add a daily cycle each week for four weeks. Complete the full cycle once every day, three to four days per week. The routine: To begin, complete each exercise for 45 seconds, then rest for 15 seconds in between. Slowly bend your arms and lean towards the wall until your nose is nearly touching it pause and return to the starting position.

Wall Push-ups - with legs and feet together, stand about two feet from a wall with your arms extended in front of you.

Pull in your abs, slowly bend at the knees, and lower your hips toward the floor stop for a moment when your thighs are parallel to the floor, then return to the starting position.

Bodyweight Squats - first, set your feet shoulder-width apart and hold your arms in front of you for a counterweight.

Get your knees up so that your thighs are parallel with the floor, and be sure to get your arms in on the action.

Stationary March - self-explanatory, you can achieve the Stationary March by marching in place.

Meanwhile, more experienced fitness enthusiasts can benefit from the endless customization options afforded to them by home workouts. Beginners benefit from the relatively minimal equipment and easier intensity ramp-up provided by most exercises for beginners to lose weight at home. While it’s true that home workouts are great for those without access to a fully-outfitted fitness center as well as those who don’t wish to be exposed to potential germs and other health concerns at the gym, home workouts offer benefits to other groups as well. In reality, you don’t need a gym, a class, or expensive equipment dedicated to the latest craze instead, you can build an at-home weight loss and workout routine that’s inexpensive, easily accessible, and best of all, effective. When you think about it that way, it’s easy to see why all the hype surrounding the latest gyms and the newest equipment is just that-hype. Fortunately, at its roots, weight loss is a relatively simple prospect-eat less unhealthy food, focus on quality snacks, and get your heart rate up for at least 30 minutes five times a week.

#Workout routines for weight loss at home

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arrowflier · 3 years

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Arrow write the mickey spotting ian and kev fic challenge!

Had to do this while it was still topical lol, so here goes.

The first time was an accident. Well, sort of.

"Ian can help with that," Mickey offered, watching Kev struggle to shift kegs and pour drinks at the same time.

"Thanks man," Kev grunted, hoisting another keg. He waddled with it along the length of the bar, body hidden behind the counter, and set it down with a heavy thunk.

"Not easy though," he added as he straightened. "Don't wanna make him strain somethin' before your wedding."

He waggled his eyebrows at Mickey, tongue stuck out, and Mickey rolled his eyes.

He knew exactly what would come next.

"You think I can't lift a keg?" Ian asked from the stool next him. His voice almost broke on the last word with sheer disbelief. "I'm not some skinny kid anymore, Kev, I just got out of prison for fuck's sake!"

"Cause there were plenty of kegs there to lift," Mickey muttered into his beer, and almost sent it splashing over the old stained countertop when Ian shoved his shoulder too hard.

"Just point me where you need me," Ian told Kev, puffing out his chest.

Kev eyed Ian, then Mickey, then Ian again. But ultimately, he shrugged, and tapped the top of the keg he had just put down.

"Uh, this guy here needs to go out back," he said. "Brought in the wrong one."

"On it," Ian said, and made his way to it. He bent over at the waist, his hands reaching for the handles, ass stuck out in his too-tight jeans.

Mickey tilted his head, and sipped his drink, admiring the view.

"Whoa, whoa, not like that!" Kev said from behind the bar, arms out. "You're gonna hurt yourself, man."

"Then how," Ian forced out between gritted teeth, still leaning over, "would you suggest I do this?"

Kev came around, whacked Ian in the back until he let go and straightened with a huff. Then he took up position at another keg alongside the first.

"Lift with your legs, kid," he said, and dropped into a half squat right in front of Mickey's face.

Oh.

"Like this?" Ian relented, assuming position next to Kev, broad back stretched and straight over bent legs and strong thighs.

Oh.

Kev and Ian each hoisted their kegs, beginning their awkward walk away toward the back, and Mickey leaned so far back on his stool he almost fell off.

Well, he thought as he downed the last of his drink, eyes following two ridiculously built sets of shoulders strain their way across the room.

He could get used to seeing that.

---

The second time, it was definitely on purpose. He had talked Ian into trying out KevFit after his own misadventure--he was not eager to keep working out on his own, but Ian kept wanting to do new shit together.

They were only one round in at the keg lift station, Ian already grunting and heaving and sweaty next to him, when Kev came by.

"Good form, Ian," he congratulated, clapping a hand on his shoulder hard enough to make him drop the half-filled keg with a clatter. "Way better than last time."

"Gee, thanks," Ian answered dryly, wiping his forehead with the hem of his thin workout tank, and Mickey had an epiphany.

"Hey, Kev," he said slowly, like the idea was just occurring to him, "You got all this equipment rigged up, but how are you on basics?"

Kev's brow furrowed, his muscled arms going slack at his sides.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean like, pushups and jogging and shit," Mickey answered. "You know, the kind of stuff they do in the military."

He let his eyes widen, and turned them on Ian.

"Oh wait," he said, "that's kinda your thing, ain't it?"

Ian shrugged, looking confused.

"Uh, I guess?"

"Why don't you show Kev one of your old workouts?" Mickey suggested innocently. "He could add some things to the whole KevFit routine, maybe bring in more clients."

Kev perked up at that.

"Yeah, why not?" he said. "C'mon Ian, show me what you've got."

Five minutes later, Mickey was leaning against the "spring water" station, sipping from the flask he had snuck in from next door, watching two ridiculously tall, ridiculously strong fuckers take up half the open floor space doing increasingly impressive pushups. Right then, Ian had one arm behind his sweat-slicked back, Kev mirroring his form, and Mickey's eyes followed the rise and fall of their bodies with total focus.

"Excuse me," a wimpy, hipster-sounding dude said hesitantly from behind him, " but do you know when they're bringing out more waters?"

Mickey didn't even bother to look.

"Get lost," he answered, waving a hand in the guy's general direction. "Go drink outa the bathroom sink like a normal fucking person and let me watch my show."

---

The third time, he was pretty sure Ian was catching on.

Not that he cared, honestly--the view was fucking worth it.

"You call that a bench press?" He goaded his husband from behind the bench. "Kev's kickin' your ass, man, that's just embarassing."

Ian glowered, breath hissing out between his teeth as he pushed up again.

"I'm pretty much pressing you right now," he gritted out, "so I'm feeling pretty good about it, actually."

Mickey hid his grin behind a hand, feigning disinterest even as his eyes followed Ian's bulging arms up and down, lingering on the tight plane of his chest.

"Well he's pressing like two of me," Mickey countered, letting his eyes wander, "so you might wanna step it up, tough guy."

Sure enough, Kev's current weights were at least half again what Ian had, and he was doing an admirable job of lifting them considering that his gigantic self was too big for the bench. Mickey hadn't considered that when he invited Kev to check out the gym at their new place; it was designed for recreational exercise, not fucking seven foot tall body builders. The man's legs stretched out awkwardly off the bottom of the bench, knees bent but stuck up far too high for proper form. His broad shoulders dwarfed the other end, making it look like his upper body was just suspended there.

Mickey licked his lips, watching the shift of muscles under Kev's tanned skin--thank the lord the man shared his aversion to sleeves--and almost got chinned when he leaned too far over Ian's station.

The bar slotted into place without his help, Ian sitting up and wiping his face with a hand.

"Why don't you spot him for a while, then," Ian said. "While I go hit the shower."

He stood, making his way to the door, and Mickey paused, torn.

"Or I could give you a practical demonstration of my ability to lift you," Ian added over his shoulder, and Mickey was making his excuses to their guest and chasing after him before Kev could even finish another rep.

---

Ian never brought it up, after that, but Mickey still decided to cool it, just a little. Ian had seemed a little jealous, at the gym, although you'd never have known it by the things he said later--bet you like it when people look like they can throw you around, Mick--and Mickey did not need to throw a wrench into their marriage just for a little extra eye candy.

But then they were all at the pool together, the Gallaghers plus Mickey, plus Tami, plus Kev and Vee, and he really couldn't help it.

"Damn our men are hot," Tami had commented, sitting in a white plastic chair next to Mickey.

Mickey leaned back with a grin, taking a swig of lukewarm beer, and said, "You think that's hot?" nodding to where Ian and Lip were splashing each other over Franny's head in the shallow end.

"Watch this," he finished, and cupped a hand over his mouth to help his voice carry.

"Hey Ian," he shouted. "Bet Kev could beat you in a race."

"Hell yeah!" Kev called back from where he was manning the grill. "Name the time, man!"

Mickey could see Ian roll his eyes, and worried for the briefest of moments that his husband was done humoring him. But after a brief, hushed word with his brother, Ian was swimming to the side of the pool nearest Kev, saying "right now, backstroke, three laps," and Mickey was falling in love all over again.

"You do this a lot?" Tami asked, amused, as Kev stripped off his shirt and jumped in to take his place at the wall of the pool.

Mickey waited until they were off, arms wheeling wildly through the water and sending the sparkling spray onto sculpted, heaving chests, to answer.

"Define a lot," he said, not looking away from the spectacle as Ian and Kev hit the wall and turned, their swimsuits flashing through the water.

Tami snickered.

"Got it," she said, then, "thanks for sharing the wealth."

The race finished, Ian and Kev lifting themselves out of the pool, water running down their bodies as they clasped hands and went in for a shoulder-slapping bro hug. Ian looked back to where Mickey sat, and smirked.

"No problem," Mickey murmured, watching closely.

Ian leaned up to say something into Kev's ear, and Mickey squinted, like that would somehow help him hear it.

"Ogling the competition, Milkovich?" Lip's voice came from behind, and Mickey nearly fell out of his chair.

"The fuck are you talkin about?" he demanded, twisting around in his chair to look at Lip's knowing smirk.

"Nothing," Lip answered innocently. "Just noticed you've been watching Kev a lot lately."

Mickey scowled.

"And what's it to you?" he challenged. "Nothing at all," Lip said. "Just an observation." His grin widened. "And a distraction."

Mickey's eyes narrowed.

"A distraction from wha--argh!"

He cut off as he was lifted by two pairs of string arms, familiar ones wrapped under his own and different, strong hands holding his feet. He flailed, barely registering the flash of green eyes and a mostly bald head, before he hit the water with a splash.

By the time he surfaced, snorting chlorinated pool water out of his nose, it was to see two grinning faces looking down at him.

"Thought you might need to cool off after watching us," Ian said with a grin, laughing when Mickey tried to splash water into his face.

"Next time you want a show," Kev added, "just ask, man." He waggled his eyebrows. "I learned a few things when I worked that gay club."

Ian laughed again at Mickey's shocked expression.

"You need to work on your poker face, Mick," he said. "But it's okay, we don't mind."

He winked, then turned to walk away, leaving Mickey floating in the pool. Kev left with him, hips swaying slightly, and Mickey bit his lip and watched them go.

"Really?" Lip asked from the side of the pool, sounding disgusted, and Mickey just shrugged without looking back.

After all, if they didn't mind...

#daily speedwrite #gallavich #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #fanfic #kev ball #silly and random

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fruitcoops · 3 years

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Hey I was wondering if you could write something kinda angsty but with a pretty ending with the cubs, I’m trynna project getting stood up and turning it into something nice and good, even if it’s just in my head. No pressure but I just wanna smile for a bit and your work always makes me do so :)))

Hello lovely! I’m so sorry that you were stood up--that feels awful and whoever did it missed out on a wonderful person. I’ve combined this with some other asks in the same vein (y’all wanted my boys to hurt) so I hope you don’t mind. Sending love and hugs your way! Sweater Weather credit goes to @lumosinlove <3

1. Bad mental health day for Finn + pushing himself too hard + passing out (ft. Bee anon!)

2. O’Knutzy boiling over with a fluffy ending

3. Insecure Leo

TW for internalized guilt, vaguely implied self-harm (pushing himself too hard at practice), and relationship arguments

Finn had a few bad habits. He left dirty dishes in the sink, could never remember which setting the laundry was supposed to go on, and barely wiped his shoes on the doormat before entering the house. He wasn’t proud of his flaws, but he acknowledged that everyone had some—as long as they didn’t hurt anybody, it wasn’t the end of the world.

This one…this one was different. Even Finn knew that.

He gritted his teeth for the next set of squats, ignoring the ringing in his ears and the climbing nausea in his gut. The chart only said to do three reps, but he had been beating himself up for slacking a set earlier in the week and decided to do five to make up for it.

That, it seemed, was a poor decision.

His thighs were shaking when he finally put the weight down and he leaned on the wall to stabilize himself. “Fish? You okay?” Logan asked from the yoga mat to his right, staring up at him in concern.

“I’m fine,” Finn lied. “Just straightened up too fast.”

“D’accord.” He could feel Logan’s eyes on his back as he left the gym and headed toward the showers.

Finn’s worst habit was taking care of himself, and it wasn’t something that could be explained away as “oh, silly Harzy” like the washing machine. He made a mental note to take some ibuprofen before driving home so he would be marginally less sore in the morning, but he had the sinking feeling it would be a rough practice the next day.

Remus and Talker were playing some sort of volleyball with an old balloon between their stalls when he entered; he missed getting nailed in the head by a narrow margin and waved off their apologies with a forced smile.

A hand closed around his bicep as he passed, snapping him back to reality as Leo’s bright eyes came into focus. “Hey, lovey, is Lo with you?”

“He’s finishing up.”

A small furrow appeared between Leo’s brows. “Is something wrong?”

“Nope.” Finn faked a yawn and stretched his arm over Leo’s shoulder, dragging him down for a kiss on the cheek. “Cap’s workout just kicked my ass today.”

“That’s what they’re supposed to do,” Sirius said, rolling his eyes playfully as he passed. “You’re not a rookie anymore, O’Hara.”

“Yeah, yeah, alright.”

Logan entered the locker room a few minutes later; Finn closed his eyes and breathed in the thick steam of the shower until the fog in his head cleared a bit and he couldn’t feel the skin on his shoulders. It billowed off him as he dressed again and tossed the keys to Leo, who raised his eyebrows. “Me?”

“You. There’s a little bit of slush left, and you still need to learn how to drive in it.” And I feel like I’m going to pass out at any minute. He swallowed down the last thought and pasted a teasing grin on his face—what Leo and Logan didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them. It was his own fault for being lazy in the past.

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What Leo and Logan didn’t know apparently did hurt them. In hindsight, Finn should have seen that coming before he passed out in the middle of a scrimmage.

The lights of the coach’s office made his headache even worse. “Care to explain?” Arthur asked in a voice like frost. To his left, Sirius was glowering.

“I already told Hestia—”

“Yeah, I know what you told Hestia,” Arthur interrupted. “I want to hear it directly from you.”

Finn sighed through his nose and picked at a stray thread on his jersey. “I…I pushed myself a little too hard at yesterday’s practice and didn’t say anything when I started feeling bad.”

“Why.” Sirius’ eyes were hard as flint.

“Because I didn’t want to be a pain in the ass! I can handle some aching muscles, it’s not a big deal!”

“Not a—”

Arthur put his hand on Sirius’ shoulder. “That’s enough, Black. O’Hara, I want you to look me in the eyes.” Finn raised his head. “This was a dumbass mistake and all of us expected better from you. Your safety and health come before any workout routine, and it is your responsibility to speak up before you scare the shit out of us by dropping like a rock.”

“I’m sorry, Coach.”

“Apology accepted. I also want you to call Heather when you get home and schedule an appointment with her.” Some of Arthur’s frustration melted into genuine concern and guilt crawled up Finn’s throat. “Doing that to yourself isn’t healthy, Finn. You’re a good man, smart, and I know you know better.”

“Can we talk for a second?” Sirius asked quietly, glancing at Arthur. He nodded and left the room.

“I’m sorry.”

“What the fuck, Finn?” Sirius ran a hand down his face, suddenly pale. “What the fuck was that?”

“It was stupid.”

“Yeah, no, I got that part.”

“I slacked off a set on Monday.”

“Wow, nobody’s ever done that before,” he said sarcastically, sitting down in the chair by the wall as Finn resumed messing with his hem. “You scared the hell out of all of us.”

“I know.”

“You know I’m not mad at you, right? I’m upset that you thought you had to do that at all.”

Tears prickled the backs of Finn’s eyes. “I know.”

“I’m sure as hell not your coach or your dad, but I’m going to say this as your friend, okay?” Sirius leaned over into Finn’s field of view. “Whatever you need, I’m here for you. This team wouldn’t be the same without you. I wouldn’t be the same without you. We need you to take care of yourself, Harzy.”

Finn nodded silently and Sirius gave his hand a quick squeeze, which he returned. “Does everyone know?”

“I told them you were under the weather, nothing more.”

“Classic media answer.” He tried and failed to crack a smile. “Thanks for not telling on me.”

“That’s not my job. My job is herding cats on ice skates for five hours a day.”

Finn’s smile was real that time and he managed a light laugh as he swiped away the dampness on his cheeks. “Love you, man.”

“Love you, too.” Sirius helped him stand up and hugged him tight for a second before letting go. “Speaking as someone who used to do the exact same thing, talking to Heather makes a world of difference.”

“I’ll give her a call.”

The cold feeling returned to Finn’s gut when they stepped out of the office; Leo and Logan were waiting by the opposite wall, looking angrier than Finn had ever seen. Sirius patted his shoulder once before walking off down the hallway toward the locker room, where he would no doubt deflect even more questions.

“Hey,” Finn said, barely above a whisper. Logan continued to stare at the ground.

“You lied to us,” Leo said bluntly. “Several times. Both of us asked if you were alright and you told us you were fine.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I accept your apology, but I don’t understand.” He ran a hand through his hair with a sigh. “Finn, this isn’t how we deal with things. We agreed to be a team.”

Finn bit his lip. I fucked this one up. “We did. I am so sorry for scaring you—”

“We’re not mad that you scared us,” Logan snapped, still looking anywhere but his face. “We’re upset that you refuse to take care of yourself and then lied to us about it.”

Leo nudged Logan’s shoulder before turning back. “Why did you do that, Finn?”

“I didn’t want to fall behind. I was just trying to make up for the set I skipped on Monday.”

“What? Twenty squats and some pushups? That’s not worth your health, honey.” The pet name soothed the terror clutching Finn’s heart and he took a deep breath. They still loved him. This wasn’t the end.

“It was a stupid thing to do and it won’t happen again.”

“Good. Let’s go home.” Logan grabbed his duffel bag off the ground and started walking toward the door; Leo looked like he was going to say something, but Finn gently took his elbow.

“He’s going to need a minute,” he said under his breath. Logan was a hothead about many things, but lying was in the top three. Finn knew he hurt him deep.

“Did you…” Leo trailed off and pressed his lips together as they followed Logan into the parking lot. “Did you feel like you couldn’t tell me?”

Finn shook his head. “No. This was all on me.”

“It’s just that I know I’m younger than both of you and I’m new to the hockey lifestyle, but I never want you to think you can’t trust me—”

“Leo.” Finn stopped walking and tugged on Leo’s hand, turning him around. Worry was painted all over his face and it sliced to Finn’s core. “I trust you and Logan with everything, but I got into my head about this and I wasn’t thinking about how it would hurt you. Please believe that.”

Leo sighed. “I do. I just don’t get it.”

“Neither do I, to be honest.” Logan was already sitting in the car with his headphones on as they crossed the lot. “It’s going to take him a while to talk to me, isn’t it?”

“He was really upset.”

“We’ll figure this out.” He tightened his grip on Leo’s hand. “We’ve made it through worse.”

-----------------------------

The apartment crackled with tension until Finn literally had to stick his head out the open window to get a breath of fresh air. Waves of frustration and hurt rolled off Logan, though he still refused to look Finn in the eyes.

After dinner, Leo slid into the armchair before Logan could get there, leaving only the couch available. They carefully sat on opposite sides—Finn stole glances at Logan out of the corner of his eye for the entire first half of the movie. Ninety minutes of action later, he felt something chilly poking at his calf.

Logan kept his gaze trained on the TV as he scooted his freezing toes under Finn’s legs. Relief flooded Finn’s veins; he felt a little like crying, but instead schooled his expression into a small smile and rested his hand on Logan’s ankle, where it stayed until the movie ended.

Leo had fallen asleep by that time, splayed out sideways on the cushion with his face smushed against the armrest. “Il est mignon,” Logan said softly. There was a beat of silence and he looked over at Finn. “He’s cute.”

“He is.” Finn cleared his throat and met his eyes. “I’m so sorry, Lo. I never meant to hurt you, but I did, and I’m sorry.”

“Promise me you won’t do that again.”

“I won’t.”

Finn had a few bad habits, but backing out on his promises would never be one of them.

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alpacaparkaseok · 3 years

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Mine

12. Skydiving with no parachute

Genre: Min Yoongi x oc

Warnings: none

Word Count: 3.3k

“You’re all packed and ready to go, right?” Sebastian’s voice is loud and clear as I put him on speaker phone and place him on the nightstand.

“Just about,” I respond, folding another shirt and placing it in my suitcase. “I’m just wrapping it up right now. What time will you guys be here tomorrow?”

Bong-cha is out for a meeting at the Bighit building, she promised to come back as soon as possible so we could enjoy the evening together. I decided to make the most of my afternoon and pack everything up.

“Rhea said we’ll swing by at 6.”

Our flight leaves tomorrow morning at 9:30, sending us back over to Europe for another week of promos and then we’ll be off to the states. Home sweet home.

“Ok, sounds great.”

“See ya tomorrow.”

“Bye.”

For all that’s gone on over the past few weeks, today is too calm and quiet. I have the entire house to myself, nobody is blowing up my phone, and I have nowhere to really go today. Any other day, I would have been over the moon about my current situation...but I can’t help but feel a little restless.

Yoongi and I brainstormed yesterday for a long time, trying to figure out just how we were going to make this work. Living on opposite sides of the world and the both of us having busy schedules that just so happen to be in the spotlight isn’t exactly making this easy.

There was a point yesterday where Yoongi stopped mid-sentence and looked at me with bright red cheeks.

“Is this moving too fast? I mean, I know you said we’re on the same page, but I think we should try to make this as normal as possible, you know?”

That statement alone was enough to have me swooning over him all over again. “I’m with you on that. I think right now...should we just focus on the basics?”

To be honest, I still don’t even know what we are, but I’m just happy to know that we are something.

At least, that’s what I’m trying to entertain myself with now that I’m just sitting on the couch and staring at Bong-cha’s TV. I’m not even sure what I’m watching, the thoughts in my head are too loud to think around anyway.

There’s a lot that I end up doing within the confines of the apartment. I can safely say that I’ve completed 12 ½ squats, 3 pushups, and one thirty second wall sit.

I’ve also eaten approximately three meals in the past two hours, so yeah. Boredom can be a dangerous thing, can’t it?

The reality of the situation is this: I’ve completed everything I need to do for the day, and now I’m just trying to stop myself from marching back into my room and folding Yoongi’s black shirt for the fifth time.

Eventually I end up scrolling through the outlines my agent has sent me, mulling over each option. There’s one project that is especially calling my name, but from what I’ve heard there’s a couple of pretty big actresses going after it.

I’m in the middle of a very convincing monologue when Bong-cha walks in.

“Wow,” she chuckles at me while dropping her bag on the counter. “Looks like you’re having a great time.”

“Oh, yeah.” I shrug, putting my phone away. “I’m trying to memorize this monologue for an audition. It’s all about this forbidden love back in the 1700s, it sounds like it would be pretty intense. But people love that kind of crap, you know? Hey, how was your meeting?”

Bong-cha is slipping into her room to change into something more comfortable. “It was fine, pretty boring. Just wrapping up some final details. Jungkook said to tell you hello, by the way.”

We both know who I’m really itching to ask about, but I refrain from asking for the time being. “So what’s on the agenda for tonight? We can go out, eat at that one restaurant, you know the one by the park? That place never gets old. Or we can stay in, order takeout.” I quickly add once I notice the look of pure exhaustion on Bong-cha’s face.

Rolling her shoulders, she shoots me a tired smile. “Don’t you want to go out? I don’t want to be lame for your last night here.”

“No, I really don’t care. Sometimes it’s nice to just chill at home.”

It doesn’t take much more convincing before Bong-cha is on the phone and ordering up some food. We settle down in the front room, bickering over different movies and chatting about my promo schedule.

“So you’re going back to Europe? Why? Weren’t you just there?”

I shrug my shoulders. “Yeah, but we weren’t able to finish up everything that we wanted to because we came here. So we’ll be there for a week in Germany and Italy.”

“And then you’re heading home?”

“Yep.”

“When are you going to start bringing me souvenirs? I always-” Bong-cha is cut off by the sound of someone knocking on the door. “Oh, there’s the food. Anyways, like I was saying- oh!”

I jump up from my seat, heart pounding in my chest as I hope against hope that a certain dear friend of mine is at the door.

“Hi, I intercepted your delivery guy.”

Jimin holds up our food with a shy smile, giving me a little wave. Bong-cha takes a moment to recover, but when she does she invites him in and scolds him for doing the deliverer’s job.

“Are you packed now?” Jimin asks me from where he’s unloading our food on the counter. Bong-cha is moving about in a frenzy, pulling glasses from the cupboards and shooting me panicked expressions any chance she gets.

It’s all I can do to not burst out laughing at the situation. “Yeah, everything is ready to go. Actually, would you mind taking something back to Yoongi for me?” When Jimin nods I rush into my room and grab the black t-shirt from my bed.

“Wow, you stole his clothes? That’s pretty bold of you,” Jimin teases me before setting the shirt down where he’ll remember it. “Here’s your plate.”

I take the plate from him, making some lame excuse about needing something from the kitchen and sidling over to Bong-cha. “Invite him to stay for the movie,” I breathe out, hoping she hears me.

“Have you eaten?” Bong-cha asks as she stomps on my foot. I yelp, rushing out of the kitchen.

“No, not yet. I’ll eat later, though.”

“Well...Cara and I were just going to watch a movie tonight. You can stay if you want, we’ll order more food.”

Jimin’s smile could power New York City as he looks at Bong-cha. “Sure, that’d be nice.”

We fall into an easy conversation, the three of us lounging about and scarfing down our food. Jimin ends up ordering a ghastly amount of food and treats, so much that it looks like we’re hosting a party. I can tell that Bong-cha is one churro away from offering Jimin her hand in marriage as he laughs at a funny part in the movie.

7:06 ME: Soooo Jimin and Bong-cha?

It’s surprisingly easy to angle my phone away from their attention as the two of them are lost in their own little world. One watches the movie while the other watches the person, and then they switch.

7:09 MYG: What, the fact that he’s completely whipped for her?

“What are you over there giggling about?” Bong-cha asks me, wiggling her eyebrows. Jimin tries to do the same, looking like some evil experiment.

“What? The movie is really funny.”

“Cara.”

“Yeah?”

“The main character’s mother just died.”

“Oh.”

Jimin leans back, stretching a bit. “I bet she’s texting Yoongi. That’s all he’s ever doing these days, anyways.” My face burns which leads Jimin to give a triumphant shout.

“Has he confessed his undying love for you yet?” Bong-cha asks. Jimin jumps in next.

“He basically did yesterday, didn’t he?”

“No, Cara just said that they’re working through the basics. No ‘I love yous’ or anything yet.”

“Yeah,” Jimin rests his hands on his knees, angling himself toward Bong-cha. “But actions speak louder than words.”

Now Bong-cha leans forward as well, my own participation in this conversation long forgotten. “That’s true, but you can’t just rely on actions alone! Sometimes words are necessary.”

“So girls want actions and words?”

“Of course they do! Actions can be misleading, words at least offer a clear explanation!”

Jimin looks like he’s caught between telling Bong-cha he loves her or pulling her closer. “But words can be misleading as well! Why can’t people just connect the dots through someone’s actions?”

7:12 ME: Oh my gosh they’ve got it baaaad

7:12 ME: This is honestly the most fun I’ve had all day, just watching them. Are they always this oblivious?

“Because nobody should have to rely on that one thing alone! There should be a healthy balance between actions and words. Say what you intend, and follow up with your actions! It’s as simple as that!” Bong-cha is nearly panting, but there’s a hint of a smile curling around her lips.

Jimin scans her face for a moment longer, eyes lingering on the bridge of her nose and the way her hair falls into her face when she’s riled up.

“Huh. Interesting.” With that Jimin sits back, returning his attention to the screen. Bong-cha follows suit almost immediately.

“Idiots,” I mumble under my breath.

“What was that?” Bong-cha asks.

“Oh, nothing. Just reading out loud.”

🌙

12:17 MYG: Sorry, I just got out of a meeting. I didn’t mean to not respond. To answer your question, yes. They’re always like that.

I’m wide awake and staring up at the ceiling when Yoongi messages me. Snatching my phone from the bedside table, I scan the text.

12:18 ME: You just finished your meeting? Why was it so late?

12:20 MYG: I had to change some things with the mixtape, so there were a lot of things to go over.

Frowning, I hastily type out another question.

12:21 ME: What are you changing? I thought it was perfect the way it was before, but I’m sure whatever you changed will be good too.

12:25 MYG: It’s not as bad as it sounds. I just finally found a concept that I thought really fit. Now we’re just trying to make sure everything flows with the concept.

12:27 ME: What’s the new concept?

A while passes before Yoongi responds, and I try to trick myself into thinking that we’re done talking for the night so I can finally get some rest. Of course, once my phone lights up with a new message I’m just as awake as ever.

12:52 MYG: You’ll see when it drops in December 😌

12:55 ME: Rude.

12:57 MYG: Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping right now? What time are you leaving in the morning?

1:00 ME: Leaving here at 6, flight leaves at 9:30.

Sighing into the darkness I watch at those three little dots appear at the bottom of the screen. I can’t lie and say that I wasn’t disappointed that I didn’t even get to see Yoongi today, but it’s just now that I’m realizing I didn’t even get to say goodbye.

I’ve told myself a million times today that this is just how it’s going to be, and that I’ll just take what I can get. If it’s tired late night texts, then I’ll take it.

I think that scares me. It scares me, how little I want from him. How he has so much sway over my heart.

It’s a good scary, I think. Like the kind of scared you get before you jump out of a plane, your first time going skydiving. Right now I’m just hoping that my parachute isn’t riddled with holes, but as I stare at those three little dots, I’m wondering if I even remembered to put a parachute on in the first place.

1:02 MYG: You should go to sleep, Car. Let’s facetime tomorrow? Just shoot me a text when you land.

As my tired fingers text out a goodnight, I can’t help but feel like I’m an idiot for skydiving without a parachute, because the ground seems to be approaching too fast.

🌙

All I know is there’s an alarm going off, and I want to kill it.

“Whaaaat do you want from meeee,” I groan out as I fumble in the darkness for my phone. Once it’s silenced, I check the time.

5:15 am. I’m disgusted.

Stumbling around the room until I hit the lightswitch, I hiss as light fills the room. Through squinted eyes I can see my suitcase and the clothes I laid out for today. I’m ashamed to say that I nearly sustained a concussion while attempting to put my pants on, my tangled legs and the dresser being the main culprits.

I think it goes without saying that by the time I emerge from the room and finish brushing my teeth, I’m ready to go back to bed.

The sounds of Bong-cha using the toaster guide me, suitcase in tow. Now comes the hardest part: saying goodbye.

“Do you want jam as well or just butter?” A deep, tired sounding voice asks me.

Min Yoongi stands before the toaster, decked out in sweats and a sweatshirt. His hair is a mess, standing up on the ends. His eyes are still half-closed, his lips in a pout as he turns to face me.

I gape at him, taking in what I think might be his best choice of outfit ever. “Is this a dream?”

He shakes his head slowly. “It’s too cold outside to be a dream. Jam or just butter?”

Later I’ll cover for myself and claim that my tears were just a side effect of the early morning and the long day ahead of me, but right now I can’t think up any excuse as hot tears start falling down my cheeks.

“J-jam.”

Yoongi’s eyes widen as he notices my predicament, and he clears the kitchen in no time, leaving the toast abandoned. I think he must be tired as well, because he doesn’t even hesitate before pulling me into his arms and squeezing me tight.

My arms wrap around his back, hands getting lost in the fabric of his hoodie. He presses his lips to the top of my head, the action causing me to snuggle in even deeper and get his hoodie all wet with my tears.

“Y-you came...and made m-me toast?” The words are muffled, but it’s quiet enough in the house that he hears me.

“Should I not have?” Yoongi asks, and I pull away just enough to look up at him, scowling.

“No, I’m happy you d-did. It’s just…” I take a steadying breath, more tears flooding my eyes as Yoongi looks down at me with a soft expression I’ve never seen before.

“I know.” He pulls me back in, hands rubbing soothing circles on my back. “I know, Car.”

We stay like that for a long while, and it’s only when my sniffles have subsided that Yoongi gently takes my hands in his and leads me over to the kitchen island. I sit down, watching as he spreads butter and then jam onto my toast.

Setting the plate before me he reaches into the fridge for some orange juice and pours us both a glass.

“Sorry, it’s probably cold now.”

I shake my head, taking another bite. “Still tastes good. Thank you.”

“Oh, that reminds me.” Yoongi gets up, one hand tracing over my shoulders and he walks over to the couch. “This is for you.”

He hands me a small package wrapped in brown wrapping paper, a black ribbon tied around the middle. I raise my eyebrows at him.

“A present? Can I open it?”

“Open it when you get to your hotel tonight.” Yoongi looks a bit embarrassed as he sits back down, and I realize that he might be feeling a little out of his element here. After all, when was the last time he ever had a relationship?

I get up and put the package away in my suitcase, groaning when I check the time. Everyone should be here in about 5 minutes.

“Times up?”

Looking up I see Yoongi wandering over to me, hands pushing his hair back in an effort to tame it. I nod solemnly.

We don’t speak a word as I meet him halfway, fingers entangling themselves in the hair at the nape of his neck. He closes his eyes for a moment, and I take advantage of the situation, leaning up and pressing a peck to his jaw.

I can hear his sharp intake of breath, quickly followed by Bong-cha’s annoyed voice.

“Really? Get a room, losers.”

Blushing madly, I try to squirm out of Yoongi’s grasp but his gruff laugh has me stilling in his arms. “Turn around, Bong-cha.” Without waiting to see if she will, Yoongi leans down and presses a long, slow kiss to my lips.

It’s not nearly long enough as the sound of a car honking outside pulls us apart. Yoongi has a somber look in his eyes as he gives me an encouraging nod and a small peck to my forehead before stepping back.

Bong-cha skips forward, launching herself into my arms. “You two are gross, but I still love you.”

“Love you too,” I whisper, my tears threatening to make a reappearance. Bong-cha seems to pick up on it, shoving the handle of my suitcase into my hands and pushing me toward the door.

Yoongi beats me to it, swinging it open and clenching his jaw as a blast of cold air hits us. Without a word he takes my suitcase and heads out, leaving me with nothing to do but follow him and hope I have everything.

“Bong-cha?” I turn around to see my friend wrapping her arms around her middle.

“Yeah?”

“Keep me updated. Jimin...he really likes you.”

My friend doesn’t have it in her to roll her eyes, instead just nodding before waving me off. She’s never been one for goodbyes.

Yoongi is already at the car, handing my suitcase off to Ren who hoists it into the car. He looks like he’s freezing, but as he turns to wave me over I decide that freezing looks good on him.

“Be careful, call me, text me, have a safe flight-”

“You’ve got to stop worrying so much, Yoongs.”

Smiling down at me even as he shivers, Yoongi pulls me in for another embrace. There are so many words hanging between us, but I choose to sweep past them and opt to nuzzle my face deeper into Yoongi’s neck.

“See you soon.”

I sigh, hoping that I will. “Yeah, soon.”

🌙

The airport, flight, and car ride to the hotel pass in a blur of shapes and colors. I vaguely remember there being a mob at both the Seoul and Berlin airports, but I was stuffed so tightly between security that I could hardly see anything.

Now, sitting on the edge of my bed, I hold onto the little package from Yoongi. Holding my breath, I untie the ribbon and tear open the paper, chewing on my lip.

An audible gasp leaves my lips as I hold up Yoongi’s black t-shirt. As it unfolds, a small slip of paper flutters to the ground. Holding the shirt to my nose I grin as I realize Yoongi must have sprayed it with his cologne. I wonder who’s idea that was; my bet is on Jimin.

Grabbing the paper, I flip it over to see Yoongi’s handwriting.

It looks better on you.

Chuckling softly to myself, I hurry and slip the shirt over my head. It’s quiet in here, but soon the sound of my video call fills the room as I anxiously wait for Yoongi to pick up.

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How To Lose Weight At Home-Tips, Foods and Workouts To Help You Burn Fat Without Leaving The House!

Below are some guidelines to help you effectively lose weight at home:

🔹 Prepare the right ambiance in the home. Dim lights can make food attractive so better turn on the lights in the dining room and kitchen to avoid binge eating. You can also put on your favorite music to help calm you down and prevent stress-related eating.

🔹 Choose blue color for the dining room and kitchen areas. It helps make food less appealing. Warm colors like yellow, orange, and red have an effect that makes one to feel hungry and eat more and you can notice this mostly in fast-food restaurants.. If repainting the walls of your rooms blue seem too taxing, complement the rooms with blue plates, silverwares, place mats, and napkins.

🔹 Reduce the amount of food and drinks you consume by replacing large plates and glasses with smaller ones.

🔹 Avoid staying in the kitchen for too long. Most people talk on the phone or do some work at the kitchen table which increases the tendency of eating more.

🔹 Get enough sleep. Individuals who only get 5 hours of sleep than the recommended 7 to 8 hours are more likely to be obese.

🔹 Having basic workout equipments around the house than keeping them hidden in the closet can help remind you of exercising. And do take advantage of the stairs in the house if you have one. You can burn around 105 calories just by climbing up and down the stairs daily each week.

🔹 Get rid of clothes that are bigger in sizes and use visuals (like pinning a "slim" picture of someone on the refrigerator) to help you envision the weight you desire and help you achieve your goal. You can also find many other home remedies in your kitchen that can help you lose extra pounds and reduce your calorie intake.

Several of these foods are:

✅ Carrot - a glass of carrot juice each day before breakfast or raw carrot salad will help you lose weight because carrots are rich in fiber which helps clean the stomach for a healthy digestion. Carrot is also loaded with vitamins.

✅ Cucumber - contains 90% water, rich in antioxidants, and Vitamins A, C, E that helps detoxify your body and remove stored fats to help you in losing extra weight.

✅ Honey and Lemon - having at least 2 glasses of lemon juice mixed with honey every day can help you lose weight aside from various health benefits too.

✅ Honey and Ginger - drinking this mixture of honey and ginger at least twice a day can help you shed off extra pounds and lose weight.

✅ Onions - eaten raw, onions boost the metabolism and help break down stored fats to aid in weight loss.

✅ Papaya - a rich source of vitamins, papaya helps in the healthy digestion of foods and prevents gastric issues, especially if taken on an empty stomach every morning to help you lose weight. When it comes to exercising, there are no more excuses for there are great exercises you can do without the need of any workout equipment and at the comfort of your own home. These exercises are simple yet effective and they are the following:

✅ Crunches - best for strengthening and developing abdominal muscles.

✅ Dancing - an enjoyable way to keep fit and keep your heart healthy.

✅ Jogging In Place - also great for the heart and you can do it while listening to your favorite music or while watching television. All you need is a good pair of rubber soled shoes to prevent stress on your legs.

✅ Jumping Jacks - good for warming up and keeps the heart healthy too.

✅ Leg Lifts - ideal for muscle development and strength in the legs.

✅ Light Weight Lifting - there's no need to buy expensive weights to do this. You can use anything that you can find at home like a can of peas and then gradually working yourself to lift heavier items such as water jugs or laundry detergent bottles.

✅ Pushups - not really a favorite exercise for most individuals but you can do what works best for you like doing them on your knees or standing up against a wall. This exercise is good for arm strength and building muscles in the chest.

✅ Step Exercises - you can do this by doing repetitions using the stair steps in your home. This is good for toning leg muscles but do be careful though.

✅ Squats - great for the buttocks and legs and you can start by standing and sitting on a regular chair, doing repetitions to make it beneficial to your body.

✅ Walking - good for toning the legs and getting aerobic exercise too. You can walk around the house a couple of times or you can go up and down a flight of stairs if your house has one.

You don't need to get a membership in a gym or any workout equipment to shed off those unwanted fat and achieve a slim and fit body. Just follow the simple exercises at home mentioned above to increase your energy levels, boost your metabolism, burn fat, tone your muscles, and achieve a healthy body.

Summary:

Several individuals might think that staying out of the kitchen is the best way to help them lose weight. On the contrary, creating a "healthy kitchen" might help them in their desire to lose weight by knowing several home remedies they can find in the kitchen and learning some basic guidelines on how to lose weight at home.

Exercising regularly is also important in shedding off excess pounds, but you don't really have to go to the gym or buy expensive workout equipments to do this. You can use what you can find in your house and you can even exercise regularly at the comfort of your own home!

Eating a healthy diet and exercising regularly are the basic requirements to achieve a healthy weight and this might mean a total lifestyle change for the majority of people. However, check out all the information and consult your doctor first before starting on any weight loss program.

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Which Kind Do You Want to Be?

Chapter 3: It’s (not) fine

This was supposed to be a simple hook-up. Harmless entertainment for a couple of days on board the Razor Crest.

This is complicated.

Summary: This is a story about trust and kindness, loneliness and loss, belief and transgression. And two people crossing paths just long enough to find each other.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Read on AO3

Relationships and characters: Din/female reader (both similar age to Din in canon), Grogu, and a cameo from Peli.

Rating: Mature? Explicit? Anyhow, grown-up sexy stuff in later chapters. Please be old enough to be reading this kind of thing.

Tags and warnings: Moments of angst, domesticity, kindness, explicit consent, and Din doing his best to be a conscientious parent in the midst of everything. Heads up for descriptions of canon-typical violence, mention of past dubious consent, and a moment of (unintentional) violence between our protagonists. Ending is bittersweet.

Hyperspace is boring.

You should have run out to a shop on Tatooine to pick up a datapad or something. A puzzle. Hell, maybe some craft supplies. At least you’d have something to do.

But then, you think ruefully, you'd been planning on doing him. Who could blame you if you'd been a little distracted.

You've already changed into clean clothes, after a quick few minutes in the cramped space that holds the sonic shower. Those things always leave your hair feeling dry and crackly with static. But, how extravagant to be able to shower at all.

The acid burn on your shoulder is still a little tender. When you touch it, you can feel it starting to scab over and your fingers come away dry, so you don’t bother trying to hunt up another bandage. You can always ask him later if you find you need one.

You check the rest of your clothes to make sure the blood and dirt stains have come out, then fold everything and tuck it all back in your pack. You toss the last few dirty items into the machine and start a new cleaning cycle.

Then you stand there, all by yourself down there in the hold, and spend the next two minutes watching the laundry timer count down.

This is stupid. There's got to be a better use of your time. You can't go back up to the cockpit, that would defeat the purpose of having left. You'll give him whatever space he needs, for now.

You’d love a closer look at that armory, but you know better than to mess with the man’s weapons. He did ask you to lock the safety on your rifle--for the sake of the child--but otherwise he’s left it alone. You’ll do him the same courtesy.

Some of the other cabinets probably hide clothing, maybe other personal stuff. What else would a man like this own? Is there a library of data chips somewhere? Toys for the child?

Pictures of friends?

There’s an open niche in the wall, on the opposite side from the armory, that you’re pretty sure is a compact carbon freezing unit.

Supposedly people aren't conscious inside those copper-colored slabs, but--you imagine being stuck in whatever pose you were in when the carbon jets hit you, for however long someone decided to leave you there.

It makes you shudder.

Further back toward the cargo door, duraplast cartons are lined up along the walls, secured with cords and netting. The floor in the middle is empty.

Well, here’s something you can do. Your muscles are feeling stiff and a little achy, the aftereffects of fighting combined with the three-day trek. There’s enough room back here to do some stretches. Maybe some bodyweight exercises, too. A couple days of rest wouldn’t do you in, but keeping fit is what keeps you alive. It's a good habit to maintain.

You start by reaching both arms up above your head, trying to get some movement in your upper back, but your hands are flat on the low ceiling before your arms are even straight. Instead, you move on to a couple stretches with each elbow bent above your head, the other hand pressing down. The healing skin over your shoulder blade pulls a bit, but it doesn’t hurt too much. Probably good to stretch the skin there, too, try to keep the burn from contracting into too tough a scar.

“Will we bother you if we’re down here?” His voice makes you jump. You didn’t hear him come down the ladder but there he is, the child at his feet.

His tone is neutral and that shine is gone from his eyes. Whatever was going on earlier, it seems to have passed. You're not sure if asking right now would be welcome.

The child’s watching you with interest. The pose you were in probably did look funny. But, you remind yourself, it's also perfectly normal. You can't do the work you do--or the work you're pretty sure he does--without maintenance.

"It's your ship," you say. "Will it bother you if I keep going?"

“We can stay busy up front for a while.”

As you work your way through sit-ups, push-ups, lunges, and squats, you can hear the soft murmur of his voice. It sounds like he might be reading the child a story, but it’s not in a language you recognize. Once you hear, “No, we’re not playing that right now. It’ll be our turn soon.”

You find yourself wrapping up your routine a little early, interested in what game the child might have in mind. You duck back past that carbon freezing nook and find the man seated at a little fold-down table, the child in his lap. They’re looking at a data pad together.

“Having lessons?” you ask.

“Just looking at pictures.”

“What language were you speaking?”

His head turns toward you like he's about to answer but then he pauses, lips parted but face blank. Then he sits up a little straighter, upper body going stiff even as one hand's still holding the datapad for the child. “Mando’a,” he says. “We don’t usually speak it in front of outsiders.”

“I never heard you, then.”

“No, I’ve already--” he looks down at himself, at the shirt and trousers, so different from the armor. “It’s all right.”

You have a very uncomfortable suspicion that it isn’t.

You think again of asking but he’s already getting to his feet, child held in one arm, and he’s setting the datapad back behind a cupboard door.

"Trade places?" he asks.

So you were right, he's got his own workout to keep up with. "Do you want me to watch the little one?"

"No, thank you," he says. "We have our routine worked out together."

This you've got to see. "Can I keep you company?"

When he doesn’t answer right away, you figure he's going to say no. That's all right, you felt a little awkward at the thought of him and the child watching you, and you're used to having your face and body out in the open. You’ll ask to borrow the datapad or something, keep yourself distracted. And maybe afterward, you'll find out what was going on with him this morning--and get back to what he seemed to want when he asked you to stay.

The child is smiling up at him and waving little hands your way.

The man uses his free hand to fold the table up against the wall and stow the chair flat beneath it. A quick tilt of his head looks like, Fine, come along.

So you do.

You perch atop one of the stacks of boxes while he warms up. He’s got some of the same stretches you use, and some you haven’t seen before. The best part though is watching the child. When the man shifts into a lunge, one arm stretched forward and the other behind, he’s got a miniature mirror at his side. The child’s balance is wobbly but his little mouth is set.

When they switch to pushups, the child climbs up to sit between his shoulder blades and you’re a little worried you’re going to die right there, watching the two of them together. You can usually make it to about 25 reps before your arms give out. He’s somewhere around 40, the child holding on to the neck of his sweatshirt and giggling, before he gives up on the last one and lets his chest hit the floor. The child pats his hair as you hear a mumbled “dank farrik” from down there against the durasteel.

“You ok?”

He rolls over, moving slowly enough that the child can clamber down from his back. “I must have pulled something in my shoulder. Hasn’t been right since we got back.”

Up until now he’s done every movement perfectly, hitting each pose with more precision than you could manage even on your best day. “It’s been hurting all this time?”

He bends one knee and sits up, leaving the other leg stretched out. “It’ll heal.”

“Can I help?”

He’s giving you a strange look, eyebrows raised. You’re not sure why. “Help how?”

“Maybe I can help you work some of the knots out of the muscles. If you didn’t do real damage, I mean.”

Whatever he was thinking, your answer must have cleared it up, because his face settles into a more neutral expression. “Sure.”

The child has wandered a little bit away in the meantime, and when you look over he’s playing quietly with the netting that holds the crates in place. The openings are just the right size for his hands and feet, and he’s using the net like a ladder to climb about. You’re not so sure about how high up he’s getting. The crates are stacked only a few feet tall, but that’s already two or three times his height.

The man seems fine with it.

He’s not your kid, you remind yourself. “All right. Let’s see what we can do.”

It’s been a long time since you’ve had someone to do stretches with. Same for him, he tells you. Learning to fight meant injuries, and as a teenager he’d learned to take care of others’ hurts as well as his own. That was, he says, a long time ago.

When you learned to do partner work, it was about making bodies feel good. That was a different time, in a different world. Back when you had a home to go to.

He still remembers the movements, and it comes right back to you, too. Except, it turns out he’s terrible at it.

“You’ve got to let your arm go,” you tell him for the third time. You’re kneeling beside him and trying to help him roll that shoulder, one hand over the joint and the other supporting his upper arm. At first his muscles were so stiff under your hands that nothing moved at all. Now he’s getting ahead of you, anticipating the movements instead of relaxing into them.

“This isn’t going to work,” he says.

“Not if you keep fighting it, it’s not.”

“It’s not going to work.” You’re startled how quickly his tone’s turned angry and how roughly he pulls away.

“Hey,” you say, dropping your hands. “I’m trying to help.”

“It’s fine.”

Things are clearly not fine. “What’s going on here?”

You’re not at all expecting what he snaps back at you. “I can’t take care of another being.”

Oh now, that is not fair. You're not looking for handouts. He <i>asked</i> you to stay. “Fuck you.” The words are out of your mouth before you can catch up to them. “I take care of myself.”

He looks a little shocked. You’re not sure if it’s because of his own words, or yours.

“We already said no strings. You’re not the only one who means what they say.”

He sighs, and just as fast as it appeared, the anger's gone from his tone. “What we started last night. Don’t people get attached?”

“I wasn’t planning to.” You can hear how cold your own voice still sounds.

His gaze strays toward the child, who’s now perched halfway up a stack of boxes, hands and feet curled in the netting, big eyes watching the two of you. The wrinkles in the little forehead have deepened.

You try to soften your tone. A child deserves to hear gentleness. You point between this man and yourself, and it’s a choppier movement than you intend. "What do you think this is?”

He gets to his feet and goes over to pick the child up, carefully separating the little claws from the netting. He rubs the little one’s back briefly before settling him in his arms. He always holds the child facing out, so he can look at the world. You wonder if that’s because he’s not used to holding babies, or if he’s projecting. You doubt he'd ever choose to sit with his back to a door.

“I don’t know,” he says.

Your defensiveness drains away as you realize, looking up at him, he really doesn’t. What have I gotten myself into? You know what you want, and it’s standing in front of you wearing way too much clothing. Those curls tumbling, just a little too long, over his forehead are killing you.

But your brain is finally catching up. The casual tumble you had in mind, the chance to blow off some steam with a friend? That’s not going to happen. Not with this man, not with whatever is happening for him here.

“I don’t know either,” you admit, surprised to hear yourself say it.

“I can’t make you any promises,” he says.

“I never expected you to.”

His hands, so carefully holding the child, have blue and purple bruises on the knuckles. Yours look like that too, skin over the knuckles still swollen, bruises tending toward dark purple against your darker skin.

You’ve seen what his hands can do. There was a moment, back there in the jungle, when the child was already in your arms. The kidnapper you’d snatched him from was lying in the dirt, fingers clawing at metal gauntlets as gloved hands closed around his throat.

This man standing in front of you now, looking soft and serious and no longer angry: he was kneeling astride the kidnapper’s chest. When the body under him went limp, he shifted his weight, moved one hand to the top of the kidnapper’s head and the other below it to his chin, and gave a single sharp twist.

If this man ever has to make a choice, you have no illusions about who he will put first.

He paid you for three days of your time, and that time is long since over. You owe each other nothing. You get to your feet, too, so it feels more like equals. “Can we agree on one thing for now?”

He waits. The child watches you placidly.

“Until we get to Pavotha. And as long as we're safe on this ship," you add, because things can change, and you want him to know that you know. "Until then, can we trust each other?”

You’re expecting him to put a condition on it. As long as you promise to leave when we get there.

He reaches out with the hand that’s not holding the child, and waits for you to grasp it.

You reach back across the space between you and rest your hand in his.

By the time he finishes his workout, it’s well into mid-day and the three of you gather at the little fold-out table for a meal. You've each had a quick few minutes with the sonic shower, trading places in the cockpit again so you could each get into fresh clothes. The air smells of ozone as the laundry machine runs another cycle.

There are chairs for the adults. The child sits right on the table, choosing the bits he wants from a ration pack.

“Have you been to Pavotha before?” you ask. Whatever’s between you still feels fragile. Best stick to neutral topics for now.

“A few times.” He turns to speak to the child. “You can eat those first, but you better finish the rest. You’re not getting mine.” The child burbles indignantly back at him. “Complain all you want,” he says. “I spoil you enough.” It’s the most indulgent-sounding scolding you’ve ever heard. But the child gives a sigh--sounding for all the world like his father--and starts eating the rest of what’s in his tray.

“Rumor says there are Mandalorians there. I’m hoping they’ll know more than I do, about how to find the child’s people.”

Rumor says? “Can’t you just send them a message?”

He shakes his head. “It doesn’t work like that.”

“But they’ll help you if you find them?”

“Yes, we--” he stops, and for a fleeting moment his expression is one of unguarded panic. He rests his forehead in one hand for a moment, then swipes his palm down his uncovered face. “Gods, I’m-- I haven’t even thought that far. I’ve been so tired.”

The child is still munching contentedly on his rations. He stops long enough to offer a piece of flatbread to the man, who regards him seriously. “No, thank you. You’ll be hungry later if you don’t eat that yourself. No,” he goes on, almost to himself. “He’s a foundling. They’ll help.”

So much for sticking to neutral topics. You’d thought you understood what happened last night, but it’s increasingly clear you have no idea. “What haven’t you told me?”

“What do you know about Mandalorians?”

Not a lot, truly. You know that if you see someone decked out in that armor, it’s wise to get out of the way. You knew when he offered you a job, there was a strong chance he’d be good for the money. You know you don’t see Mandalorians often, but you never thought much about why.

The child goes on eating, pausing now and then to drink from a little cup that’s just the right size for his hands. As the man keeps talking, though, the child scoots over closer, until he’s nestled up against one forearm. He leans in, chewing on a strip of dried meat while both of you listen.

Your own food sits forgotten.

He told you already how the tradition of wearing Mandalorian armor goes back hundreds of years. You already know that when he let you help him remove his helmet, his armor, he was choosing to set aside a promise he’d once made. You saw for yourself, last night, how raw he’d been feeling before you even met him, and you saw how quickly, given the chance, that had turned into shuddering tears.

You hadn’t known, because he hadn’t told you: How his people are scattered. Hunted. That the armor isn’t just a symbol, it’s their survival. That what’s left of Mandalore is a fragile chain, stretched across the galaxy.

And now one more link is broken.

This wasn’t your doing. You know that. You don’t need to fix it.

You can’t fix it. It’s not about you.

You get up anyway, step around the tiny table to his side. “Are you going to let me hug you?”

He’s still looking straight ahead, at the place where you were sitting. He doesn’t look at you, but he nods.

It’s completely awkward, you leaning down to get your arms around him, the child now trying to snuggle closer, and him still sitting straight and stiff. Finally you can feel him start to let go. His chest rises and falls with a deep, measured breath. His head and shoulders lean into you, muscles finally going soft.

A moment later he mumbles something against your shirt.

“What was that?”

He lifts his head, looks down at the child. “Naptime. I need to go settle him down, or he’s going to be a terror all afternoon.”

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sunlightdances · 4 years

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Weights & Dates (Personal Trainer!Bucky Barnes AU)

Title: Weights and Dates Author: Katie @sunlightdances Summary: Personal trainer Bucky Barnes. Wearing those smedium t-shirts. And sweating. Do I really have to say more? Disclaimer: I don’t own Bucky or Marvel. Please don’t repost my work on any other sites without my permission! I’d love for you to reblog this and tell me what you think if you read. It means the world to me. Author’s Note: I have a lot of other WIPs to work on but I had no choice but to write this when it was brought up in the Marvel creators Discord. Thank u for being a bad influence @jbbuckybarnes. ALSO: this was literally just meant to be drooling over what Bucky looks like at the gym (thank u Don Saladino for those gym vids as inspo) but ended up also having FEELINGS. What can u do, you know?

You’re nervous as you walk up the concrete steps to the gym, wringing your hands together as you try to convince yourself that this is a good idea.

It’s January. The time of the year everyone makes a resolution to go to the gym more, so here you are. A fresh gym membership and a session with a personal trainer on the schedule. You want to do this, you really do - you know you’ll feel good after a workout - but you can’t help but be nervous.

You haven’t worked out in ages, and you’re worried you’ll make a fool of yourself. It doesn’t help that you looked up your trainer on the gym’s website after the session was scheduled, and he’s-- he’s so hot. There’s really no other words for it.

So, yes, you’re nervous.

Still, you tell yourself to stop being an idiot and when you get inside, you’re a little calmed by the sight of a bunch of other nervous-looking people who are clearly there for the first time, too.

When you check in at the desk to ask where you’re meant to go for your session, the girl sends you down the hall and into an empty room on the left. “Bucky will be there in a few minutes, he’s finishing up with a group down the hall.” She sends you a quick smile, and then you’re alone.

Feeling fidgety, you take off your coat and put your bag in a corner, and you’re saved from being alone for too much longer when the door opens after a few minutes and a very tall, very sweaty man comes into the room.

You recognize him immediately from the picture on the gym’s website, and oh shit, he’s even hotter in person, especially when he meets your eyes and smiles at you, a crooked slow smile that has you nearly running for the hills.

“Hi,” he says brightly, “sorry to keep you waiting. I’m also sorry I’m disgusting right now,” he says, chuckling, and you almost scoff because hello? Has he seen himself? There’s no way he could ever be considered disgusting.

You introduce yourself, still feeling a little awkward.

“Nice to meet you,” he says warmly. “Let’s sit for a second.” The two of you sit cross-legged on the floor, and you giggle a little as he struggles to lower his enormous frame to sit next to you. He smiles, amused. “So. What brings you here?”

You frown a little. Are you in the wrong place? Didn’t you sign up for a session? Why--

“I meant, why did you sign up for personal training?” He asks kindly, seeing you flounder. “Any particular reason?”

You fidget some more. “Just-- I want to get back into shape. Not--” you shut your eyes briefly, frustrated that you can’t vocalize your thoughts. “I’m not trying to lose weight. I’m happy with my body. I just want to feel better. Stronger, more energy, less aches and pains.”

You’re embarrassed, but he doesn’t look like he’s judging you at all. In fact, if you didn’t know better, you’d think he was giving you a once over, but you shake that thought away. He’s a trainer. It’s his job to assess the situation. That’s all it is.

Standing, he offers his hand. When you take it, he tugs you to your feet, and gives you that grin you’re beginning to realize might actually give you a heart attack one of these days.

“Okay then. Let’s get started.”

You have been training with Bucky Barnes for one month, and you regret every nice thing you ever thought about him.

Sure, you still think he’s the most good looking person you’ve ever seen in real life, but that’s it. He’s trying to kill you, you’re convinced of it.

You’re bent over at the waist, sweat dripping from your forehead, struggling to get in even one deep breath.

“Come on,” he says gently. “You got this. Two more exercises and we’re done for today.”

“I’ll be done forever if I keep going,” you grumble, and he laughs.

“You’ll be alright. Come on. Deep breath, and let’s push through it.”

You finish your workout with some pushups and situps, like always (gets the heart rate going one more time, he told you on the first day), and then you basically collapse on the mat underneath you, arms refusing to hold you up any longer.

He sits next to you, close enough you can feel the heat radiating off him. “Gonna make it?” He asks, arching an eyebrow.

“Shut up,” you say weakly, “Just leave me here to die.”

“So dramatic.” He stands, offering his hand. “Come on, up you go. You’ll cramp if you sit there too long.”

After ten minutes or so and an entire water bottle chugged, you leave with a wave, and Bucky watches you go, trying and failing not to notice the way your shirt sticks to your back or the single bead of sweat that drips from your collarbone that he can see even from all the way over here at the front desk.

“Dude.”

Bucky turns to see Sam and Steve, both amused, and he rolls his eyes. “Don’t start.”

“When are you going to ask her out?”

“Literally never.” He turns to leave, but Sam and Steve just trail after him, peppering him with questions.

“Why not?!”

“She’s a client. She doesn’t need me putting the moves on her.”

Steve rolls his eyes. “She’s been looking at you the same way you’re looking at her, man.”

Bucky stops in his tracks, but tries to shake it off. That’s not right. There’s been zero signs. Even the day you were early and he caught you watching him as he finished his own workout on the squat rack-- there wasn’t anything but innocent curiosity in your eyes.

He’s pretty sure.

“Dude, you are so dumb.” Sam says, helping him put the weights you’d been using with him back in their racks against the wall.

“I’m not going to ask her out! It doesn’t matter how--” He stops himself short of saying that it doesn’t matter how beautiful or funny or smart or gorgeous he thinks you are, he just can’t. “She came here because she wanted help, and she trusts me enough to let me do that. So I’m not going to do or say anything stupid just because you two idiots think it’s a good idea.”

Another month passes. You’re almost at the three month mark, and it’s time to renew your membership.

You want to keep training, you’re just not so sure you should keep doing it with Bucky.

You’re-- you’re getting attached. And look, this membership is not cheap. Realistically, you can’t do it forever, and when it comes time to stop coming to the gym, you feel like it’s going to suck.

You don’t know why it feels so much like a breakup, but you’re really doing your best to avoid the subject with Bucky.

“You’re quiet,” he says, before you start your session. He’s putting out some of the equipment, and you can’t help but notice the way his muscles shift in his back, the way his shirt is pulled so tightly-- no. You have to stop, because this is embarrassing. You’re a grown ass woman. Get a grip.

“Just tired I guess,” you say, starting to stretch. You can feel his eyes on you, but not in a predatory way, you can tell he wants to say something, ask something. You hope he doesn’t.

The workout goes fine. Great, even. You can actually tell that you’ve made progress. And you’re proud of yourself for sticking with it. You can tell Bucky is too, the little smile on his face as he sits next to you as you stretch a good indicator.

“That was a good one today,” he comments, “Feeling okay?”

“Shoulder’s are a little sore from the weighted squats, but other than that I feel good.”

He hums sympathetically. “Drink a lot of water and take some pain reliever before you go to bed. It’ll help with the muscle soreness.”

As he turns to start putting some stuff away, you watch him. As his sleeves ride up, you notice a smattering of scars on his left shoulder and you find yourself realizing you know nothing about him.

It’s just a crush. You have no idea who he is other than tall, muscled, and extremely handsome. Also charming, and kind, and generous, and-- no. It’s just a crush. There should be nothing hard about ending your training with him.

“I can’t renew my membership.” You blurt, and he spins around, startled.

“Sorry?”

You shake your head, “I-- it’s been three months and the rate is going up. If I renew I’ll barely be able to pay my rent.”

He frowns. “Is it-- did I do something?” He asks, and it’s so plaintive, so concerned, you want to curl up in a ball and die.

“No! It’s not you--”

“I just--” he runs a hand through his hair, “You’ve been making great progress. And I thought we were getting along okay…”

“We are!” You’re quick to reassure him. “I just…”

He stops you before you can continue, “Wait, it’s okay. You don’t have to justify yourself to me. I get it.” He sends you a smile, but even you can tell he’s faking it.

You’re on your feet quickly, trying to end this awkward conversation before it gets any worse. “Well… I-- thanks, Bucky. Really, I lucked out with you.” You tell him, giving him a grin before shoving your hoodie in your bag and leaving before he can say anything else.

You make your last payment at the front desk, and avoid Steve’s eyes (the owner and Bucky’s best friend, you’ve discovered) when he ends your membership. Somehow you think he knows more than he’s letting on, but you appreciate that he doesn’t ask you about it.

When you leave, you wonder why you feel like you’re giving up on something that never even started.

Bucky’s still in the training room after you leave, trying to figure out what the hell just happened. People end their memberships or don’t renew all the time.

Why does this feel so different?

Because it’s her, his mind unhelpfully supplies, but it’s more than that.

He can’t get over the way you just blurted it out, like you couldn’t wait one more second to get out of there. He goes over every session, every interaction, trying to figure out where he got it all wrong.

One thing’s for sure - he was right, and he never should have let Steve and Sam try to convince him that you had feelings for him.

2 months later

You’re sitting at a table in a restaurant you don’t even like, trying your best not to release the tears that so desperately want to spill out.

You hate that you’re even here - talked into a blind date by your coworker is probably not the smartest decision you’ve ever made, but whatever.

Embarrassed because the waiter has definitely noticed you’ve been alone for far longer than anyone else at a table for two, you’re wondering how to avoid having to tell him that your date isn’t showing before going home.

Just as you’re looking around to find the waiter, you see him at the bar.

His eyes widen, just slightly, before he softens, hesitating before getting off the barstool and heading over to you. You feel the embarrassment welling back up inside you when he gets close enough to speak.

The way he says your name… it’s question and there’s sympathy there.

“I thought that was you,” He says. “Are you okay?” He asks, and you shrug.

You gesture to the chair across from you, and he sits, setting his drink down in front of him before pinning those eyes back on you.

“I guess my date isn’t coming,” you say lightly, and watch as that muscle in his jaw ticks.

“I’m sorry.”

You snort, “Don’t be sorry. You’re not the one who stood me up.”

He looks down, before quietly mumbling, “I wouldn’t have done that to you.”

You must look surprised, but then again so does he, a little bit, like he can’t believe he said that part out loud.

“Do you--” You start, hesitating “-- are you waiting for someone? Or would you want to…” you gesture to the chair he’s sitting in, asking without asking if he wants to eat with you. You have no idea where the urge came from.

You haven’t seen him in 2 months, and you’re starting to think it wasn’t just a crush. You’ve thought about him a lot since you stopped training, and now that he’s right here in front of you, you realize your attraction hasn’t waned. Not at all.

“I’m not waiting for anyone,” he says, a gentle smile on his full lips. “If you’re sure--”

“Even if he shows up, I don’t care.”

He grins at that, and you really can’t believe your luck that he’s here.

After a few minutes and another visit from the waiter, you ask about the gym.

“It’s the same, mostly,” he says. “Sam and Steve still annoy the hell out of me, and I’m still everyone’s favorite.”

You grin. “That’s not hard to believe.”

“You look great,” he says, a little shy. “Seeing another trainer?” He’s teasing you, you can tell, but there is an undercurrent of uncertainty there you don’t expect from him.

“I’ve gone on a few runs and worked out at home, but no. Haven’t been back to the gym.”

He props his head on his fist as he considers you. “Are you sure…” He rolls his eyes at himself, “Are you sure I didn’t do something to make you leave?”

He sounds so genuinely worried, you realize you have no choice but to tell him the truth. He didn’t do anything. It’s the truth, but the other truth is that you thought he was too cute to keep working out with. It sounds like something from high school.

“You didn’t do anything, Bucky. You were a perfect gentleman. That was part of the problem.”

Now he looks confused. Like a cute, confused puppy.

“It was the truth that the membership was getting a little expensive, but I also had a hard time because you’re super distracting.” You wait a beat for your meaning to hit him, and when it does, he reacts nothing like you expect.

He goes a little pink around the ears, but there’s a spark in his eyes that you’ve never seen before. It makes you nervous.

“I-- maybe, maybe had a crush on you and didn’t want to be that girl, so--”

“Wait, you had a crush, or you have a crush?” He interrupts. “Because if it’s past tense, what I’m about to tell you is going to sound so stupid.”

You’re a little in shock. He keeps going.

“I-- I was kinda bowled over the first time I met you.” His accent sounds a little stronger, and you’re relieved that he looks a bit nervous too. “You’re beautiful, and you were nervous, which was cute, but you made me laugh, and--” He stops for a second, probably worried he’s rambling. “I thought I was too obvious about it and that it made you uncomfortable. I thought that’s why you left. And then I was kicking myself for not asking you out in the first place, but I thought it would have been inappropriate because you were still a client.”

“Are you serious?” You blurt.

He laughs. “I’m serious.”

“So this whole time--”

“We both thought each other were hot and didn’t do anything about it,” he says, winking at you. “Really,” he adds, when he sees how skeptical you look, “You should see yourself in those leggings.”

“Bucky!”

“What! Like you didn’t know.”

“Okay, well what about you? Coming in there for our sessions with your cut off shirts and-- your muscles--”

“So, this is officially a date, right?” He interrupts your rambling, thank god. “Because I kinda haven’t stopped thinking about you for the last two months.”

You leave that night with your hand in his, his number in your phone, and a session at the gym set for next week.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky x reader

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m2jay · 4 years

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True Self [Genos x OC]

Ch.1 | ~The Task~ (pt. 2)

“Yes, Master?”

“I want to read damn it!” he whined.

Genos gave in and slid the mangas to him. “You’ll probably learn faster than me.” he admitted his defeat as he watched Saitama indulge into reading. As he read the first volume, Genos pulled out his journal. He wrote down about each volume’s art cover. Each one was unique and conveyed different emotions from determination to a certain goal and closeness between others.

“This manga is good!” he shouted.

Without another word, Genos prepared his futon to go to bed as he knew his master would just read the rest of the night. Wondering about his progression to more strength, he had his doubts on whether he’ll even improve. He wanted to get stronger and to be like his master, Saitama. Aside from that, he still had that goal of terminating that cyborg that killed his family and town. However, it seemed like that’ll all have to wait for he knew that it would take a while.

The next day, the two of them woke up to some sort of earthquake that was rumbling, or so it seemed. Genos placed his hand down to get a better feel on what was going on as he used his sensors. He sensed 4 figures quickly heading towards their direction. He warned Saitama about what was ahead as he jumped out from the patio. Carefully landing as best as he could, he cracked the floor when falling. His impact when making contact was too much for the floor to handle.

Genos looked up and found himself against a camel cricket, buff ladybug, and yet another mosquito mutation. He wasted no time and raised his arm to aim his blasters from his palms. “There was another. Where did they go?” he firmly asked as his blasters slowly lit up, ready to fire.

The camel cricket snickered. “Well, well. It’s not like we need to tell you, do we?” it chuckled cockily. Its irises shrunk, showing it had no intention of backing down. It jumped high to the walls and moved swiftly to different directions. Thankfully, it wasn’t as fast Sonic.”You humans have killed off us insects for far too long!”

“Tch.. Incinerate!” he yelled as he shot his blasters at the camel crick, but it didn’t go make contact with the mutated bug. The large ladybug blocked it with its elytra. “Damn pests!”

The buff ladybug laughed at the blonde cyborg’s attempt. “Foolish of you to try to set fire against us with this hard shell of mine!” it cocked. It’s voice was rather deep but had this goofy male tone with some femininity aspects It flew down with its closed wings to try to land on Genos head on, only to have him parry to the side.

From behind, the large mosquito swung its proboscis from behind. It slashed part of his shirt. “You don’t seem to have any blood, do you now?” it asked rhetorically.

Genos turned to run up the wall before the mosquito had the chance to pierce through him. He didn’t want to let Doctor Kuseno repair him so soon, especially in such a mediocre fight. Glaring at the creatures, feeling displeased. Patiently waiting for them to lunge at his direction, he calculated their movements strategically. Waiting for the moment of opportunity, he focused his attention to seem like he was watching the ladybug to trick the others that he had let his guard down.

The camel cricket pounced at him. Its claws moved forward as it tried aiming at the cyborg’s center, but Genos had anticipated it to an extent. He jumped and stomped on its abdomen, giving him a boost forward as he focused his attention to land a hard roundhouse kick at the strong ladybug.

The ladybug slid across the cement, leaving a trail as it went through the floor. It looked up at Genos angrily as he noticed him running to his direction at full force. Its femurs enlarged themselves as it seemed to bulk up its legs. Its sharp end thrusted to hit the persistent cyborg. However, Genos had grabbed the camel cricket’s leg from behind and swung it at the ladybug, making its blood splatter. The ladybug’s eyes widened and yelled, “You can’t get through me!” as it looked up at the mosquito, smirking.

The blonde cyborg took notice of its eyes' direction and briefly looked up. He was about to parry, but the ladybug smacked him to the side and made him hit a wall. He twitched as he carefully got himself out of the wall’s crease quickly before the large bugs could strike. As he watched the robust ladybug ram itself into the wall, he saw how it kept its feet down to have a piercing landing. It didn’t open its elytra because it was protecting its abdomen. Knowing this information, he made sure to keep the large mosquito at a far enough distance to give me some time.

“I do believe in survival of the fittest, but you won’t rule over us.” Genos told them firmly as he started blasting his hands at the mosquito flying around. “Incinerate!” He then noticed the ladybug was charging at him, The blonde cyborg smirked confidently as he flipped forward, making the bug run right under him. He quickly turned to hop onto it and began to heave at its elytra and soon yanked it off completely.

“AGH!!!” the ladybug screeched in pain out loud. Its legs shrunk and its wings began to appear more dense. It appeared to be transferring its strength to different parts of its body.

The mosquito made one last attempt to save its accomplice. It went towards Genos like a drill. “Bzzt!” It buzzed.

The cyborg looked behind him and calculated its speed. He gritted his teeth as he stepped to the side and sliced the mosquito’s proboscis. “You surely aren’t part of the House of Evolution.” he sneered.

The flying pest’s eyes widened in shock and fear. He quickly started flying away. “It’s not the e--!” it stopped yelling before it could finish it’s sentence.

Saitama came out and joined the fight. He looked at the mosquito with a dull expression. His hand was at the ready as he moved it back to get a proper thrust. “Mosquitos.. Suck!” he said before doing the final blow as the bug splattered its blood everywhere.

Genos soon dropkicked the ladybug’s wings, making them shatter into pieces. With the bug’s abdomen finally exposed, he raised both his arms up and held his hands together, lowering them down full force onto it. Finally, their extermination was over. He looked back at the bald man, who was flicking the bug blood off his gloves. “Sensei, these insects were strong, but not compared to the ones we fought before.”

“Huh.” he stared. “Oh! Like that Mosquito Girl I slapped when I found you.” he pointed out.

“Yes, exactly that.”

Saitama shrugged as he felt indifferent. “It is a problem, but they don’t seem to be as strong for now.” he then started walking away and motioning his disciple to follow. “We need to do our work out now.”

Genos obediently followed and jogged up to him to catch up. “Of course.” he responded.

They did the tedious training that Saitama had called intense. The 100 pushups, done. 100 sit-ups, done. 100 squats, done. All there was left was the 10km run left to do. Saitama had suggested that they run through the cities and make their way to that dirt track by the river where Sneck had attempted to do rookie crush him. The two headed to the river and ran around it until it was over.

Towards the end, out in the distance, Genos saw someone running in a hurry. He squinted for a bit only to see that it was Miyu. “Hey!” he yelled out to her to get her attention.

Miyu briefly looked back and saw the blonde cyborg calling out to her. Feeling uncomfortable and rushed, she dismissed him with no response and continued on her way with her stuff at hand. She felt this heavy weight weighing her down since her clothes were practically drenched. As she ran, she hoped for her clothes to dry sooner to feel less sticky.

Saitama turned his head to face where Genos’ attention was at. “Oi, who’re you yelling to?”

“It’s the new worker I was telling you about, Master” he replied.

The bald man’s eyes lit up with excitement as his fists by his chests shook. “The one with good taste?” he asked as he looked at her. Saitama noticed her clothes and the luggage and looked at her dumbfoundedly. “What an odd one she is.” he commented. “Oh! Genos!” he clapped his hands together as he had an idea. “Go get udon right now. Eating hot food when it’s hot tests your endurance!” he suggested. “Buy me one too.” Internally, he felt proud. To him, Genos had finally found something to learn that didn’t involve him too much, just a push. He then walked away and headed to King’s place.

“Master, what will you do?” Genos asked with slight concern, “What about your food?”

“I have a pressing matter to attend.” he lied as his true intent was to play video games. Saitama waved his hand back at him. “Just put it in the fridge for me or leave it at the table.” he said as he ran.

Genos watched him run off. He felt proud that his master was going after pressing matters. It was only fair for him to do the errands when he had nothing else to do as Saitama went off to do “more important” things. He jogged his way over there to train his robotic body. Flying there with his blasters seemed like a waste of energy to his core.

Miyu entered the noodle shop and quickly went into the bathroom to change into her uniform. She placed her damp clothes into a plastic as she wringed her hair with her hands. Exiting the bathroom, she casted her luggage aside and began her shift as she took orders and gave out the food.

Not long since her shift had started, Genos had entered and sat down. This time, he didn’t sit by the luggage. He took notice that Miyu was focused and waited for his turn.

Soon after, she had arrived at his table. “Hey! What can I get you?” she asked as she avoided eye contact, knowing she had ignored him earlier.

“I’ll do the challenge again like yesterday and get some yaki udon to go.” he asked.

She gave an awkward gritted smile. “Right away.” she assured as she headed to the kitchen to give the order. Peering out from the kitchen’s doorway, she saw that there weren't anymore people coming in that hour. She helped out in the kitchen to cook the food.

Genos watched her from the kitchen’s window. He wondered if she wanted her stuff back or if there was a specific amount of time he had to borrow it. His sensors detected a few more people standing at the doorway. He listened carefully and noticed them pointing at Miyu’s luggage. Knowing Miyu was still cooking, he got up and just brought it to his table instead. Looking back, the others went away as they realized he noticed their intentions.

After a few minutes, Miyu came out with his food and reward money. “He--.”

He pushed the money back to her. “No, take it. I have a request and something to ask.”

Unsure of what he had to say to her, she jumped to conclusions and apologized, “I’m sorry for not waving back at you earlier. I was in a hurry.”

‘Why’s she apologizing about that?’ he thought to himself. He shook his head and looked her in the eyes firmly. “I want you to be my teacher too.”

She looked to his side and noticed her luggage was next to him rather than the other table. ‘.. Is manga that big of a passion for him?’ she wondered.

He noticed her eye’s attention on the luggage. “There were some people outside that wanted to steal it.”

A bit shocked, she felt touched that he decided to watch over her stuff. “Thank you, Genos.” She looked behind him to see if there was anybody coming in. Letting out a long sigh, she sat down and placed the money into her luggage. “What do you mean by teacher.?”

“You seem to know a lot about things that could be interpreted.” he said. “If I had known I was going to be here so early, I’d have brought a pen and journal.”

Miyu had a puzzled look on her face and fanned her hand at him. “I’m sorry, but to write things down?” she shook her head in disbelief. “If you’re gonna learn about these things, take it to the heart and mind. I think the only things that are worth writing about from these would probably be quotes or ideas for things you may wanna do for later. Think of it like inspiration”

“Miyu! Do you not see any customers coming in right now?” her boss asked.

“No, sir!” she responded.

“They all must be watching Sweet Mask’s sitcom that just aired. “ he commented.

She shrugged and replied, “I wouldn’t know.” As she rummaged through her luggage, she pulled out another manga and gave it to Genos. “Personally, I’d prefer you coming in when we’re about to close, but since we’re not as busy today, this is an exception. This is ‘Pink Innocent.’ It might be more girly though.”

“What about the others I borrowed?” he asked.

“Return them to me when you can. You said it yourself that you come here often. Just don’t go spilling soup all over it.” she growled at him.

He quickly consumed the food to begin reading. However, before he got the chance to, he received a from the Hero Association for a meeting. “Miyu, I’ll be back later to learn.” he gestured his hand at her luggage. “Do you need this to be watched?”

Miyu raised a brow but also felt guilty. “You really don’t need to..”

“I’m coming back later anyways. Besides, it’s something that shouldn’t be laying around where it could get stolen.”

She hesitantly nodded because he had a point. “Alright..”

From that day on, after doing his routine with Saitama, he headed to the udon shop to pick up her luggage and later returned it to her for a manga session after hours. The two became acquainted with each other to an extent and Genos shared how he became a cyborg. It was rather intriguing, but it made her concerned.

As Miyu cleaned the tables and moved the chairs around, she heard footsteps. She looked up at the door. “Hi, Genos.” she welcomed him with a smile.

“Hello.” he greeted back as he took a seat at one of the tables.

After finishing the rest of the tables, chairs, and kitchen, she sat down across from him. “Let’s read.” she said happily.

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mayatheamazon · 4 years

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Whats your workout routine? Im an absolute stick of a girl but i really want to be strong and plan on going back to the gym when things open up 💚 (i have some workout equipment here at home)

Oh SWEET! I love when fellow women wanna be strong! 💪🏽 😄💓

LONG POST AHEAD GUYS!!

First of all I’m excited for you and luckyyy you got some workout equipment at home so that’s an awesome start :), secondly, just a disclaimer: I am in no way licensed for personal training or anything haha so without further ado:

For strength training I aim for at least 5-7 reps (repetitions of the exercise), which is good for warming up so you don’t waste your energy of doing 10 reps of weights you already feel comfortable with. It’s also a good amount for lifting those challenging weights.

My general guideline is if you feel comfortable doing 7-10 reps of a weight, you should try to move up to a weight that’s a lil heavier. That’s called progressive overload baybee! Because you’re progressively using weights that kinda overload your body a bit so you get stronger. I try to conserve my energy by taking breaks, drinking water, etc in between each set of reps.

Having a spotter / another person to save you from crushing your skull n shit really helps for making PRs (personal records) so you can lift heavier weights than you normally use, without yknow dying if the weights get to be THAT heavy, for your major exercises such as benching, squatting, etc. They only really help you usually by lifting 5-10 lbs of the weight youre trying to lift, sometimes not even that. Im about 100 lbs heavy, and made a squat PR of 155 one time without my mom even touching the bar!!! She was there tho, right behind me, so psychologically I felt 10000x more ready and brave enough to squat. And I went for 12 whole reps. Sometimes spotters help you to re rack your weights or unrack. I’ve gotten stronger from having my parents help me, and I’ve also done the same for my huge buff parents. Works well. Accepting help is the BEST!!!

So here’s my split and here’s what I do. My workouts are different every time but I always train LARGEST muscle groups - SMALLEST muscle groups/ isolate a muscle. Descending order of energy burn.

A lot of these I can’t even rly do because gyms are closed. I mostly improvise with homemade weights now or the dumbbells my mom shares w me now ; I do not have a homemade gym tho :,)

Green = core workouts, that I always include no matter what. They’re the “largest” muscle groups and are often seen in powerlifting competitions because they’re the most crucial for building strength.

LEGS (/GLUTES):

- squats (front & back, changing foot position from straight on & shoulder width apart, to toes facing out wards, to legs being wider apart, to legs being super wide apart (sumo position))

- deadlifts (changing my foot position the same way as squats) — these do LEGS and BACK

- leg press (leg press machine & sled machine)

- hacksquats

- walking lunges, reverse lunges

- hamstring machine

-calves (I sometimes do it after leg extensions)

- leg extensions (isolating your quads this shit BURNS! I love to do DROP SETS (in which I do progressive overload and then do as many reps of my heaviest weight as I can before I can’t, then I DONT TAKE A BREAK I DONT STOP as I drop the weight down by a little bit, do as many reps as I can before my legs give out on this safe machine, and I repeat until I’m legit down to using like 5-10 lbs and can barely do reps of that. That’s how you get a SICK pump btw, by doing drop sets for pretty much anything if it’s safe of course don’t be dumb and do that for benching with no spotter and then kill your chest and die)

- sometimes I mix in more glute workouts like hip thrusts, hip abductions, donkey kicks, fire hydrants w a booty band, or I do wall sits for a few minutes at a time to kill/ pump my quads.

- then I do the stepmill machine squeezing the hell outta my butt and legs going up 2 steps at a time after my leg workout, pretty slow, just to get blood flow in all of my legs again. Or bike. Or any other cardio. Even some sprints. I don’t do much cardio when I’m bulking because I don’t like to lose my gains but some cardio is good for strength building.

BACK & BICEPS (my split does the complimentary opposite muscles, meaning to contract back muscles I use biceps too; and for chest pressing I’m using my triceps):

- lat pull downs with free weights (the plates) on a couple different machines because the change of hand position is EVERYTHING

- lat pullbacks with free weights (I do one arm at a time sometimes because short arms and that’s the only way I can do that)

- lat pull downs with different bars/ handles make all the difference in cable machines

- lat pullbacks with cable machines

- lat pullbacks with dumbbells

- pull-ups (not powerlifting comp exercise but still a core exercise for me; I do drop sets in the assist machines by adding assistance each time after doing it unassisted is too difficult), or if you’re doing it from home I use my kitchen counter.

- any other back or bicep machines gyms may have; I like to explore

- curls ( classic curls, curls where you stop and start at a certain point (not full range), hammer curls, standing vs sitting with your back to a bench, preacher curls, one arm at a time vs both arms)

CHEST AND TRICEPS:

- bench press w bar (I switch my chest days between incline and decline; often doing flat benching after either)

- that with dumbbells now

- chest press machine ( again, incline or flat/decline)

- Arnold’s (I do those on chest AND shoulder day) theyre hard to master

- chest flys with dumbbells, cables, and / or machine

- [for incline chest I have my head on the bench and my body hanging off, knees at a 90° angle, torso parallel to the ground, holding 1 end of a dumbbell making a diamond shape with my fingers without my Versagrips on and I lift a dumbbell over my head kinda like skull crushers except straight arms and I go past my head, fuck I forgot what the exercise is called]

- pushups (changing hand position by width does a lot. Sometimes even having hands together making a diamond shape w the thumb and index finger works the triceps like you wouldn’t believe)

- tricep dips

- tricep extensions behind the head with dumbbells

- cable tricep extensions

- skullcrushers ( gosh that name is so hardcore)

- tricep machines if they have anymore

SHOULDERS: (mix n match with arms)

- shoulder press with dumbbells (preferably sitting so no assistance from momentum but standing is cool too :))

- press with the smith machine, esp if no spotter

- once again Arnold’s

- lifting dumbbells from your side or front, having hands either vertical or horizontal, arms straight, til the hands are extended and right at shoulder or eye level

- holding a free weight like a steering wheel arms extended kinda above head level, turning the wheel left and right, slowly.

- shrugs (machine or dumbbells or barbell )

- handstand push-ups against a wall

- downward dog pushups

- any other machines I may b missing

CORE ( I do everyday because it’s all about burning the abdominals as consistently as possible if you want definition, same sorta w biceps; the weight you use doesn’t matter as much as just the act of pumping them):

- crunches ( lower ab crunch, full crunch, normal crunches)

- sit-ups (in the fitness gram pace test, not to brag but I fûçkin won for those so 😎 LMAOO)

- Romanian whateverthefucks Where you sit back reclining, feet on ground, knees bent, slowly bringing a weight/ kettlebell/ weighted ball left n right across the hips

- bicycles

-burpees

- planks

- mountain climbers

- leg lifts holding onto an overhead bar

- anything else on the Internet; there are infinite ab exercises guaranteed and that’s the beauty of it

So that’s pretty much an exhaustive list of all the exercises I can think of; I don’t always get to all of them because I like to prevent overtraining and getting to eating ASAP after I get a pump to build my muscles and recover as fast as possible. Plenty of food, plenty of rest rest, plenty of water, plenty of stretching does the trick my guy. I like to do yoga at night before sleeping sometimes so I’m not sore as frick the next day (sometimes doesn’t work)

Anyways I love it all. The burn, the pump, the soreness the day after ... it’s all a sign of hard work and it actually working. Consistency is your bff. I believe in you. Time for being strong bb

Best of luck for your strength journey !!!!

💖- Maya

PS: have this pic I posted on my insta ( same url as my tumblr)

11 months can do HELLA

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