apartment workout


One week apart.
6 days of workouts.
More water. Less sugary drinks.
Feeling less bloated.

Still working on finding foods I’ll enjoy that are actually healthy for me without doing a complete 180° on my normal eating habits. Trying to ease into it and enjoy it.

Mirrors (part 1)

MC flitted around the kitchen preparing dinner before Zen came home from using the apartment’s private workout area. It didn’t have a shower, so he would come in and go straight to the shower. Usually she joined him for workouts, but she wanted to take more time making tonight’s dinner.
It had been a year since she had moved in with him, and she still vividly remembered the horror she felt when she first discovered just how awful his eating habits were.

“I thought you were kidding when you said all you did was drink, smoke, and work out!” she had exclaimed, examining his scarcely furnished refrigerator. He had laughed in embarrassment then, a slight pink blush spreading across his face. 

“Well…I did warn you.” he offered, and she had just sighed and dragged him to the grocery store that next day.

Back in the present, she smiled at the memory. Things had went well since she moved in, or rather since Zen had moved her in. Sure they’d had a couple fights, but nothing serious.
Suddenly an arm snaked around her waist and a hand laid itself on her hip; she froze in terror while her mind instantly raced to thoughts of that white haired stranger. 

“What’s making you smile like that?” a familiar voice whispered huskily in her ear. She relaxed and leaned her head back to rest it on Zen’s shoulder. He nuzzled his face into her neck and peppered it with kissed.
She laughed and pulled away, wrinkling her nose in mock disgust. “You sir, need a shower.“ 

He laughed as well and bent down to plant a swift kiss on her lips before disappearing down the hall. Soon after she heard the shower running. She almost thought about turning on the sink and making the shower’s water go cold, but she’s save the prank for another day.

She had finished cooking and had begun setting out the plates when Zen emerged from the shower. His hair was still damp and loose about his shoulders, towel wrapped around his waist, water glistening on his abs. She smiled, giving him and obvious look over. His returning smile was a knowing one, and with a suggestive hip wiggle, he disappeared back down the hall to the bedroom.

By the time Zen reemerged, she had finished setting the table and was washing up a few dishes, her hands buried deep in the water.
Zen came up behind her, resting his hands on her waist and kissing her on the back of her neck. 

"H-hey!” MC exclaimed turning her head to look at him “That’s cheating!”
“All’s fair in love and war.” he chuckled, trailing kisses along her neck to her shoulder. He lightly grazed his teeth over her soft skin and he heard her suck in a sharp breath.

“Zen…” she muttered embarrassed. It wasn’t as if they had been intimate before, but she always felt shy around him. He assured her her body looked perfect to him, that it was HER that he had fell for in the chatroom, not her looks, though he admitted it was a bonus she was so cute. 

“A body that matches your beautiful personality, princess.” he had told her.

He continued to tease her, until she whirled around, red faced, and smacked him with a soapy hand.
“Behave yourself!” she exclaimed before rinsing off the soap and brushing past him towards the dining room. He gave her a wolfish grin, and followed behind her, watching her glance behind and blush again.

Total Divas: Dean Ambrose x Reader

(1) You and Dean are starting your own chapter on the show Total Divas. 

—When it is in italics like this it is you talking to the camera with the green screen behind you (if that makes sense…).—

The episode starts off showing you in the kitchen of your apartment. You are wearing workout clothes and your hair is in a high ponytail. You are washing some dishes when your cell phone starts ringing. You wipe your hands off on a towel and pick up your phone. “Hey babe.” you smile. It was your boyfriend Jonathan Good. “How are you this morning??… That’s good I just got back from my morning workout and had some breakfast… Yeah… Can’t wait to see you… Yeah… I will see you around two then… Bye love you too.” You hang up and lean against the sink smiling. 

“It is no secret that me and Jon are dating. We started dating during our NXT days. We became fast friends and that blossomed into an amazing relationship. We have been dating for close to two years now. Since we are both so heavily involved with the WWE, what with me being the Divas Champ and him being the United States Champ, we decided to take our relationship to the next level by living together.” (Through out your little monologue clips of you and Jon are shown. You and Jon previously on Total Divas working out together or having dinner together. Clips of you two each in the ring during NXT and WWE. Clips of you two getting your championships. And a clip of you two goofing around, him picking you like he is about to slam you.)

Next you are seen in your bathroom touching up your makeup when your apartment buzzer goes off. You smile brightly and bolt out of the bathroom to go to your intercom. “Who is it??” you say in a sing song voice. “Here’s Johnny!!” Jon says in his best Jack Nicholson impression. You roll your eyes and laugh while you buzz him up. 

We decided to stay in my apartment because it has a free gym downstairs… and its already decorated to my liking… I don’t think Jon wanted me to redo his whole apartment in (your favorite color).” 

You open the door for Jon when he knocks. He steps in and puts down his boxes just in time for you to jump on him wrapping your arms and legs around him. You cling to him like a spider monkey as he closes the door. “I can get use to this every time I come home.” Jon laughs and kisses you. “I am so excited… You sure your’re going to be able to handle me all the time??” You tease with a sly smile as he sets you down. “I hear its good cardio being run up the walls 24/7.” He teases back earning a smack on the arm from you. 

“Jon was pretty hesitant at first to live together because of the show and all but he warmed up to it… just don’t expect him to do a lot of talking.” 

Later on in the episode it shows you and Jon laying in your shared bed. You two had spent the whole day unpacking all of the stuff he had brought that day. You two were ready for a good nights sleep in order to start all over tomorrow with unpacking the rest of the stuff. Jon rolls over on his side and wraps his arm around you. You kiss him on the nose and smile. “I love you Jon.” you smile and he kisses you. “I love you too darlin’ but shhh time to go to sleep I am exhausted.” He sighs and pulls you closer to him. You start to say something else when he rolls completely on top of you. “Shhhhhh no more words.” You giggle and try to push him off while he pretends to snore.

“This new chapter is already starting out as the best one. Jon is my best friend. Being able to share everyday with him now, on the road and at home is going to be like a dream come true. We always have the best times together whether its out on a date or just staying in and being quiet… We are so comfortable together.”

Your part of the episode ends with you and Jon cuddled up in your bed completely comfortable with each other and in love. 

(I had this idea the other day when I watching some YouTube clips of Total Divas. I am thinking about either doing a series if enough people like them. I will also do a few for other wrestlers as well. If you have a request please send it in and I will work it in. Thank you so much for reading. Feedback is appreciated.)

Imagine #37 Fishing (Tyler Seguin) *requested*

“To be completely honest, I’m kind of tired of doing the typical dinner-and-a-movie thing with you. We should do something different this weekend,” Tyler said over the phone. He was on his way back to our shared apartment from his morning workout.

Tyler and I had been dating for a year, and it seems that we always did the same thing. We would always go out to dinner and hit the same spots downtown. We were just both really busy for our jobs, we didn’t have much time for creativity.

“I agree, we’re getting kind of boring. What should we do?” I responded.

“Hmm” he thought. “Why don’t we go fishing? I haven’t gone since I was in high school, and I know you haven’t been in awhile.”

I smiled at all the memories that popped into my head. I had grown up on a huge farm in Oklahoma, but since I moved to Dallas to work, I didn’t get much time to do those outdoorsy things.

“Yes! That would be so much fun. Let’s go when you get home?” I asked, really excited.

“Sure thing, babe. I’ll be there in like 15 minutes, I’m going to go steal some fishing stuff from Jamie’s house.” Tyler responded.

“Okay, see you soon. I love you! Can’t wait.” I said, knowing that he could hear my smile.

“I love you, beautiful. I can’t wait either!”

45 minutes later

Tyler and I were driving in his black Jeep Wrangler on our way to the nearest lake. His right hand was resting on my thigh. He was wearing a Costa hat backwards and a long sleeve Realtree shirt. I loved how my Canadian man could pull off that rugged country boy look.

“You know,” he began, looking over at me. “You’re kind of killing me right now in the flannel and shorts. Looking like a little Daisy Duke over there, baby.” I smiled. I was wearing an oversized flannel button down, torn up jean shorts, and a white tank top. My brown hair was down in messy, beachy waves.

“Is that a compliant, Seguin?” I asked. He squeezed my hand and laughed. “Because… we can always turn around and I can put some sweats on?” I said, teasing him.

“Well my girl looks good in anything, but I’m kind of loving this look right now.” He winked.

We pulled up to the lake and unloaded the jeep. “Babe, you should put the top back on the car. It’s kind of overcast outside, I don’t want it to rain inside your car.” I suggested.

“Good thinking, babe.” He said, as he put the top back on the jeep.

Luckily, the clouds in the sky had deterred others from coming to the lake that day. We walked down the dock and sat on the end, baiting our hooks.

After about five minutes of sitting and waiting, I had a bite. There was a lot of pull from the other end, so I stood up to keep from falling in the water. Tyler pulled his line out of the water and set it down, getting up to help me.

“Can my country girl handle it?” Tyler asked with a smile.

“I think so-“ I started, but then I got pulled forward by whatever was in the water.

“Woah there. I think this fish is trying to steal my girlfriend!” Tyler said, coming up behind me and putting his hands on my hands to help me pull the fish out.

We finally were able to pull a huge catfish out of the water. Tyler was still standing behind me and helping.

I turned around into Tyler’s arms, thinking he would let go of me and help me with the fish, since it was still flopping around on the dock. But he didn’t. His hands gripped my waist tightly when I faced him, and he leaned in to kiss me. As soon as our lips met, it started to pour.

I dropped the fishing pole, and my arms wrapped around his neck. He was pulling me closer and closer into him, our kisses getting longer and French. His tongue felt warm and comforting inside my mouth, and the way he sucked on my bottom lip aroused me just enough to let out a small moan.

I dropped down from my tip toes after about five minutes. Tyler took that as a hint, and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my center growing more and more warm and wet.

Tyler pulled back. “I guess it’s a good thing we put the top up on the jeep, huh babe?” He looked up at the sky, referencing the torrential downpour. I laughed and he began to kiss up and down my neck, causing me to tip my head backwards and moan. “Let’s go home” he said. “No, babe.” I said firmly. “I can’t wait that long”. A sexual look developed in his eyes. “To the jeep.” He said.  

Day 8 post workout

Whoo! I’m exhausted, my butt is so sore. The good news is that beginning workout was apart of the workout videos today, and I only took 2 breaks during it!! Usually I take a ton, especially during the leg lifts, but I didn’t at all during those!

The “bad news” is I went over my calorie limit for sure today. 290 calories over. Part of me wants to scold myself and the other part of me wants to congratulate myself. I worked hard this week, the majority of the week I’ve been under my calorie limit, so what if I was extra hungry today? So what if my period cravings were impossible to ignore today. I’m still getting stronger, I’m still getting better, and I’m still being consistent. I shouldn’t be ashamed of anything.

Tomorrow is self care Saturday, I’ve got a bath bomb and a face mask and a deep conditioning treatment ready, I’m going to paint my nails, I’m going to relax after a hard week’s work. I’ve done a good job, and I deserve to be able to tell myself, 290 calories over or not.

Jeonghan was a pretty light sleeper. Any crack, cough, movement could wake him easily.

His roommate, Minghao was up practicing his martial arts late and managed to break one their vases. Jeonghan made a rule that he goes to the apartment workout room for that.

Jeonghan likes things soft and quiet, so when he hears a soft guitar strum across their apartment. He can’t help but stay awake and listen.

It was a song he didn’t recognize, but man did he love to listen to it. The mystery singer was soft sounding, a voice like silk. But the guitar was loud and soulful. A complete contrast that Jeonghan couldn’t help but love.

Jeonghan felt his eyes grow heavy, falling to the music. Jeonghan realized that was the best sleep he’s ever gotten in awhile.

“Hyung, were you playing music last night?”

“Nope, I think we have a new neighbor Minghao.” Jeonghan mummers with a small smile.

The next night, Jeonghan awoke to the mystery singer once again. A new song, more soulful than the last. Jeonghan could feel the heart in his voice.

“This dude is gonna keep me awake, should I say something?” Minghao whispers out to Jeonghan.

“Don’t. It helps me sleep,”

Weeks and weeks go by, Jeonghan wakes to the singer next door singing his heart out putting him right back to bed.

“So, you like the boy who sings next door?” Wonwoo asks confused, Jeonghan shrugs.

“He has a really pretty voice, Wonwoo! It’s so unique. And soothing. It really helps me sleep. And they’re all love songs, some in English and Korean and one was in French I think? It was so beautiful. I really like listening to him sing.” Jeonghan flushes, covering his cheeks with the back of his hands.

“You’re swooning over somebody you’ve never seen, hyung. You might wanna meet him first? What if "he” is a she? How do you know it’s a boy? A girl? A man twice your age?“

"Shut up! I can tell who he is a he. The way he sings, Wonwoo. It’s different!” Jeonghan whines gripping his friends hand, “It’s beautiful!”

Wonwoo can’t help but laugh at his smitten friend. Jeonghan remains anxious throughout the day awaiting the night till he hears him sing.

Jeonghan stays up this time, he can hear the rustling next door. The bumping of his guitar being pulled from the stand. His shuffling to sit near the wall, his head pressing against the shared wall.

Jeonghan closes his eyes to the enchanting strumming, it was a song he recognized. Love is a Losing Game by Amy Winehouse.

Minghao was asleep, so Jeonghan decided to sing along. Being sure to harmonize quietly and not cover up the boys vocals.

The strumming stops mid song. Jeonghan wonders what made him stop, was he tired? Was he sick of the song? Did he hear Jeonghan singing?

Jeonghan hears the familiar shuffling, then a knock settling against the door.

Knock. Knock.

Jeonghan continues to stay still, hoping he’d run off.

Knock. Knock.

Jeonghan sighs as he crawls out of bed tip toeing to the door.

Jeonghan looks through the peephole, he sees a boy with a black SnapBack on pulling his chocolate brown hair back. He was wearing a white pullover with a black logo across his chest and athletic shorts.

He couldn’t really make out his face, but he dressed cute.

Jeonghan opened the door widely, with a smile.

“Hi, um. I heard you singing along? Did I wake you up? I just want to apologize if I did. I can quiet down.”

He was really cute. Tender brown eyes wide open with sincere, pink plush lips caught between his white teeth. His nose crinkled with nerves, he was rocking anxiously against his feet awaiting an answer.

“Yah, no no. I was already up. I just really liked your song choice, tonight. I love that song.” Jeonghan smiles, hoping to ease the boys nerve.

“Tonight? Do I wake you up any other night!?” The boy screeches, his eyes wide in shock.

Jeonghan shrugged a little, “I am a very light sleeper. You could breathe and I could wake up. But no, usually if you do. You put me right back to bed, you’re like my own little radio.”

‘Own little radio? Way to go, nice one’ Jeonghan thought to himself.

The boy flushes, “Ahh. I didn’t get to introduce myself. I’m Hong Jisoo. But you can call me Joshua, if you’d like.”

“Yoon Jeonghan. You can call me, your angel.”

'REALLY JEONGHAN?’ Jeonghan screams to himself mentally regretting everything that’s happened in the last 5 minutes.

“Cute. Do you sing too, Jeonghan? You sounded really good from the bits I heard.”
Jisoo said.

“A little yeah. I don’t sound as good as you do though, especially at 2:30am.”

“I just do it cause my roommate has bad times sleeping. So he likes to hear me sing, it helps him sleep.” Jisoo smiles, “He really likes to hear love songs.”

“That’s really sweet of you, Jisoo. My roommate likes to practice Martial Arts at 3am. He says its when the world calls him to reach his inner peace.” Jeonghan says, getting a laugh out of Jisoo.

Even his laugh was cute.

“I’m gonna let you go to bed, Jeonghan. I’ll finish this song up so you can sleep real well, okay?”

“Okay. Sing another love song. I like them as much as your roommate does.” Jeonghan says confidently before Jisoo says goodbye with a flushed face.

Jeonghan couldn’t help but fall asleep with a smile on his face that night.

Minghao rushes to Jeonghan next morning with a piece of paper.

“For you, Yoon Jeonghan.” Minghao says with a cliche bow.

Jeonghan stares confusingly with his toothbrush hanging from his lips.

“For, Angel Jeonghan.
You said you love love songs. Right?
Here’s the names of songs I’ve been singing for the past month. Enjoy. And there’s also my number. Call me and I can sing for you anytime you want. A personal session. Just you and I.
The "very cute boy with puppy dog eyes singerb boy from next door”
Your friend Wonwoo is friends with Soonyoung (my roommate) thanks for talking so highly of me. I’ll repay you.“

Jeonghan didn’t know if he should be thankful for Wonwoo, or kick his ass.

But, he couldn’t hide how happy he was that Jisoo was going to sing to him. Only him.

so i’m pretty casually into fitness these days, and by that i mean i won’t join a gym, but i will fill my tiny apartment with as many workout accessories i can get my little protein powder dusted hands on. like today, man, today i bought a single dumbbell. i don’t think that’s a thing people do, buy just one dumbbell. it feels wrong, like buying one shoe. or five shoes. i went to the fitness stuff store and i looked at the rack of dumbbells and i picked one up and i felt like i was buying an avocado. like i felt it in my hand and squeezed it and then picked up another one and felt that like, “yeahh okay, this one’s…ready.” basically i had no idea to pick one out. i was over thinking the concept of, “lift a heavy thing, repeat.” the way dumbbells are supposed to work, to my understanding at least, is you buy a dumbbell and workout with it, and then after a while you move up to a heavier dumbbell. but dumbbells are expensive, they’re like a dollar a pound. that’s more per pound than like, really nice bananas, i mean, to bring it back to the produce section. anyways i’m not about to start buying dumbbells or shelling out for a fancy adjustable set so i just bought one that i thought was decently heavy and figured that would hold me over for a while. but like, i had to pick it out in public with people around, so of course i bought one heavier than i thought i should just to impress the middle aged guy ten feet away buying a knee brace. 35 pounds. does that sound heavy? yes? no? no frame of reference? well it is heavy when you have to carry it back uptown 130 streets and the only bag you have is a mesh drawstring backpack you got free from your cable company. like a god damn cinder block in saran wrap. it was so ridiculously form fitting there was no way to hide the fact i was just carrying around a dumbbell. i got on the subway and i was like, “will it look bad if i sit down? i clearly deserve the seat, or do i? my weight is literally just a weight. there’s a guy with six bags of groceries, that woman is holding a baby, i have a big heavy piece of metal, the purpose of which is to be heavy. i bought it to carry it, please allow me to sit and cradle it on my knee like my son.” i’ll be honest though, it makes you feel kind of powerful, if anyone tries to attack you, you just hurl it at them.