legs work out

some twitter ideas for human!kiibo! I wanted to give him a big and poofy and comfy jacket, but I also wanted to see him in something a bit more fitted like his robo outfit// 

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EAST ASIAN MYTHOLOGY MEME:

[3/6] LEGENDARY CREATURES | SANZUWU

The three-legged crow is a creature found in various mythologies of Asia, Asia Minor and North Africa. It is believed by many cultures to inhabit and represent the sun. In Chinese mythology and culture, the three-legged crow is called the Sanzuwu (三足烏).

The most popular depiction and myth of a Sanzuwu is that of a sun crow called the Jīnwū, or “golden crow”. According to folklore, there were originally ten sun crows which settled in 10 separate suns. They perched on a red mulberry tree called the Fusang, literally meaning the Leaning Mulberry Tree, in the East at the foot of the Valley of the Sun. This mulberry tree was said to have many mouths opening from its branches. Each day one of the sun crows would travel around the world on a carriage, driven by Xihe, the ‘mother’ of the suns. As soon as one sun crow returned, another one would set forth in its journey crossing the sky.

According to Shanhaijing, the sun crows loved eating two sorts of mythical grasses of immortality, one called the Diri, or “ground sun”, and the other the Chunsheng, or “spring grow”. The sun crows would often descend from heaven on to the earth and feast on these grasses, but Xihe did not like this thus she covered their eyes to prevent them from doing so. Folklore also held that, at around 2170 BC, all ten sun crows came out on the same day, causing the world to burn; Houyi, the celestial archer, saved the day by shooting down all but one of the sun crows.

Beefy Bucky

(Bucky x Reader)

Thank you @narsissisticcracker for the request! (Sorry for how long it took!)

Summary: Beefy Bucky! One day he catches you staring at him and makes you tell him why, but you’re embarrassed because his beefiness turns you on.

Warnings: Makeout sesh, language a little bit.

                You walked into the gym for your morning workout session, when you saw your boyfriend lifting weights in front of the mirrors. He grunted softly as he curled his huge biceps. You walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, giving him a quick kiss on his neck.

                “Hey Doll, why are you here so early?” Bucky asked, removing his headphones and turning to face you.

                “I woke up early and couldn’t fall back asleep.” You replied before making your way over to the tread mill.

                Lucky for you, the treadmill was positioned so you had the perfect view of Bucky. Man, he was so beefy. His muscles were enormous, he had always been strong, but something was different. He had been working out more than usual lately, causing him to look huge and you couldn’t stop staring at him. Every now and then he’d glance over at you and smirk, and you’d look away pretending you hadn’t been staring at him all along. After 20 minutes you moved to an even better ‘Bucky watching’ location, the chin up bar. At this point, he very obviously knew something was up with you. He put down his weights and walked over to you. This didn’t stop you from continuing with your exercise, until he grabbed you by the waist and lifted you off the chin up bar.

                “Hey, what do you think you’re doing?” You yelled as he effortlessly placed you on the ground, despite your squirming.

                “You like what you see, huh?” He grinned slyly.

                “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said pretending to be clueless, trying to return to your workout.

                “You know exactly what I’m talking about.” Bucky grabbed your wrist, spinning you around to face him.

                “Buck-“ You whispered, your faces just inches apart.

                “Tell me why you keep staring at me.” He growled seductively, both intimidating you, and turning you on.

                “You’re just so muscular, and beefy.” You ran your hands along his shoulders and down his back.

                “I’m beefy?” He questioned, sounding surprised.

                “Yeah, y’know, you’re just, I don’t know.” You buried your face in his chest in embarrassment.

                “Am I making you blush Y/n?” He laughed brushing your hair off your neck.

                You felt his warm lips make contact with your skin, causing chills to run down your spine. He knew all your sweet spots, and exactly how to make you collapse into him.

                “Do I turn you on Y/n?” He whispered into your ear.

                “Y-yes.” You answered breathily.

He pushed you against the wall and placed his huge metal hand under your ass, lifting you up, forcing you to wrap your legs around his bulky core. His lips never left yours. This kiss was needy, sloppy, but still passionate. Your hands grasped his hair, and he moved his lips to your jawline leaving airy pecks. He pulled away brushing his nose against yours, releasing your legs.

“Maybe I should work out in the morning more often.” You smirked, biting your lower lip.

“I am pretty hot I guess.” He laughed walking away, purposefully flexing just to tease you.

Timed Prompt (15 min)

  • Prompt: Jongin’s air conditioner goes out and he calls the company to send someone to fix it.

“Fuckin’ thing. I knew I should have bought it from amazon instead of ebay,” Jongin says as he hammers his hand down on the broken air conditioner in a futile attempt to get it started again. He gives up after messing around with it for five minutes and decides to call the heat and air company to come fix his problem. It’s the dead of summer, and he refuses to go long without air in his house. He doesn’t want to end up toasty and hot like toaster strudel. 

After calling the company, he waits. He decides to make himself a glass of wine after such a taxing task. (apparently, hitting the air conditioner takes a lot of energy) His five minutes of labor should be rewarded, he tells himself. 

He stalks around in his khaki shorts and royal blue short-sleeve button down with a glass of Merlot. His white fluffy slippers pace over the floor as he takes sip after sip waiting for the man to appear. He’s dying from the heat and is starting to sweat from the constant moving. 

It’s taking longer than he anticipated. He’s already on his third glass and the man still hasn’t shown. Just as he is about to give the company a call back, he sees the van pull into his driveway through the front window. He hangs up the phone and sips his glass before scurrying to the door to give this man a piece of his mind. 

The man doesn’t even get a full fledged three knocks on the door before Jongin is ripping it open, words of complaints on his tongue. However, when he sees the man, he stops. 

Biceps, triceps, arms, arms, arms, legs, calves, thighs, waist, ass. 

Oh god. Jongin brings the glass to his lips once again for a sip in disbelief, eyes trailing the man’s figure and never letting up. 

“You called for your air conditioner? I’m Kyungsoo, here to fix it for you,” Jongin is still sipping, eyes never leaving the man’s frame. Right now they are settled on the stranger’s groin, the tight jeans protruding out with a huge bulge, “Sir?” 

“Hmm.” he gulps his drink, “Jongin, call me Jongin.” he flirtatiously smiles. “Call me anything,” he whispers low enough for only himself to hear.

“Excuse me?”

“Nothing, nothing at all.” he gives Kyungsoo his most alluring grin before gracefully placing his free hand on the man’s bare arm. “Why don’t you come on in and get started, I’ve waited so long.” 

“Yea sorry about that,” Kyungsoo steps into his house, eyes searching around, “What a nice place you got here.”  

 “Thank you.” he says, his hand still conveniently placed on the man’s arm, guiding him further inside.

Work it Out

Bucky x Reader

Summary: after pulling a muscle on a mission, you need to stretch out your leg while working out. But you need help to do so. There’s only one person around to help.

Word Count: 2595 (I got carried away!)

Warnings: language + references to smut + angst

A/N: I have so much unfinished hw and I’m writing a fanfic. honestly I should just drop out I can’t anymore w school. anyway, enjoy 💛


“That bad?” Wanda says, chuckling breathlessly. I shake my head. A familiar pain strikes through my thigh and I wince. Wanda looks at me in concern. “Stop.” she says. I look at her for a moment, almost limping on the treadmill, before pressing the “Stop” button and letting the conveyer belt slow to a halt. She finishes her own as well, wiping the sheet of sweat off her forehead.

“He literally ate his rice with his hands.” I sigh. Wanda raises her eyebrows. “I don’t know when the dating pool shrunk to all the losers.” I shake my head.

“Well, don’t take it out in your workout.” she says. “At least not until your muscle has healed.” I roll my eyes. “Doctor’s orders!” she says impatiently. I stick my tongue out at her and she smiles. “Well, I’m done anyway. Tony organized a dinner.” I tilt my head.

“Tony did something nice? What’s the catch?” I say. She shrugs.

“I think Pepper kinda forced him to. He said something about bonding, and I knew there was no way he had decided to do this on his own account.” I smile, shaking my head. “I’m gonna go clean up. Make sure to be down by seven.” I nod and bid her farewell. “And please take it easy on the workout.” she says, exiting the gym.

I bite my lip and turn around, looking for the next thing to do. After a moment, I decide to work on my combat by the punching bags. I cover my hands first so I don’t hurt myself, then begin punching at the sand bag, grunting with each blow. I use my left leg to kick, keeping use of my right minimal, like my doctor said to. My elbows strike the bag over and over, letting out my pent up anger. My stupid muscle was keeping me from going on the missions. I’m stuck in the compound and the best thing I can do is watch Netflix. I’m dead weight until my leg heals, and there’s no telling when that will be. My mind goes back to the first time I had to sit out on an assignment, five days ago.

We were about to leave for a mission, practically walking out the door as we finished gearing up. It had been a day since my doctor told me I hurt my leg. I was limping slightly, as the pain had turned into a dull ache. I pull on my jacket and look around at my teammates. Everyone is preparing, tucking guns into their jeans, putting in earpieces. I notice Bucky looking at me for a moment, but I don’t give it any notice, because he soon calls Steve over to him. I return to my prep, sliding a small dagger into my boot. I turn around, ready to leave, and nearly crash straight into a chest. My feet stumbled back and my eyes meet Steve’s concerned ones.

“What?” I say, furrowing my eyebrows. He folds his arms and looks down at my leg.

“I think you should maybe sit this one out, Y/N.” he says firmly. I stare at him incredulously.

“What?” I say, shaking my head. “No, I’m fine, Steve. I can handle myself.” He purses his lips.

“And if you can’t?” I tilt my head at him.

“I’m trained, Steve. I can handle a leg.” I say, looking at him stubbornly.

“I can’t risk you getting caught out there. You know they’ll take advantage of any of our weaknesses.” I step back.

“I’m a weakness?” I ask. He shakes his head.

“You know that’s not what I meant. I don’t want you to get hurt.” I exhale sharply, looking around at everyone else. Nat’s lips are pursed, looking at me identically to the way Steve is. Everyone has stopped what they’re doing to tune into the conversation, looking at me like I’m a child. Everyone except Bucky.

“You gotta be kidding me.” I say, setting my gaze on each one of them.

“He’s right, Y/N.” Tony says, his voice muffled by his suit. “It won’t help anyone if your leg acts up and you fall on your ass. That’s bad enough, now add the responsibility of innocents and the threat of HYDRA.” My nose flares, because I know they’re right. I silently throw off my jacket and limp back to the elevator.


“Y/N!” someone yells from behind me. I snap out of my thoughts and stop beating the bag in front of me, turning around. Bucky is standing by the Dumbbells, concern obvious on his face. “Are you alright?” he says. I breathe heavily and look down at my wrapped feet, wondering how long he was calling me for.

“Fine.” I mutter, turning back to the punching bag. I feel his eyes burning into the back of my head and huff. Great, I think, now I can’t concentrate. I straighten my posture and swallow, still knowing that he’s watching me. Ignore, ignore, ignore. I begin punching again, trying to keep from making any grunts of effort. I’m back into a routine, this time not out of anger, but out of genuine focus. I’m in the zone, pretending to deface a HYDRA junkie, making him call for his mom. I get too excited, because I jump up and do a 360, sticking out my leg—my right leg—to kick in midair. My hamstring protests, causing a jolting pierce to run up my leg. I yelp and fall to the ground, landing on my knee. “Shit.” I mutter. From the other side of the gym, I hear something falls and footsteps approach.

“Y/N?” Bucky says. “What’s wrong?” I wince and pull my legs out from underneath me, laying them out,

“Uh, hurt my leg.” I groan. His brows furrow in worry.

“How bad?” he says, his eyes darting around my leg. He sits down on his knees beside me, his hands frozen in the air, unsure of where to go.

“Think I disturbed the healing or something. Doctor kind of expected it to happen, considering I work in combat.” I sigh, the pain not subsiding.

“What can I do?” Bucky says hesitantly. There is already a polite decline leaving my mouth when I cut myself off. Shit. My face visibly shows me cringing at the words I have to say.

“Uh… My doctor said to do an exercise.” I mumble, looking down at my lap.

“What is it?” Bucky says. I sigh and run my hand over my face.

“I have to lie down and keep my legs straight, and, uh, another person has to lift my leg up really slowly and to stop when it starts to hurt. And, um, keep doing that until I can get my leg to a 90 degree angle.“ I breathe. Bucky itches the back of his neck. “You don’t have to—”

“No, it’s fine. I’m not just gonna leave you here.” he says. I keep from gritting my teeth. I kinda wish you would. It would save an incredible amount of awkwardness.

“Um. Ok.” My face turns hot as I lie down on my back with my hands at my sides. Bucky shuffles over, still sitting on the ground.

“Right leg?” he asks. I nod, watching my chest rise and fall. He gets up and leans down, taking my ankle in his hands. My breath nearly hitches at the contrast of his cold metal hand and his humanly warm flesh one. It makes goosebumps rise on my entire body. His eyes meet mine as he stands back up slowly, taking my leg with him. I internally throw profanities at myself for deciding to wear gym shorts. What’s wrong with sweats, huh? “Tell me when it hurts.” Bucky says quietly. I bite down nervously on my bottom lip. He slowly lifts my leg up, the movement of his fingers on my skin making my legs clench, which is infuriating because it makes my thigh hurt. Every move he makes, I can feel it like I’m watching it. But all I can see is my own chest and most of Bucky’s face. He looks right at me, watching for any sign of pain. Once my leg has reached the same height as wear I imagine his belly button would be, I wince and bend my knee for a split second. Bucky re-straightens it, skimming his flesh hand to my kneecap and gently pushing it down. He kneels back to the floor and sets my leg on the ground without letting go of it. He rises again, slowly, making his way back up. My fingers are digging into the mat underneath me, begging for this to be over before I do something stupid. I try to stare up at the ceiling, but it’s so difficult when I know I could be staring to his marble-like eyes instead. And that’s precisely what I do. My leg reaches his chest before the back of my thigh stretches painfully. I narrow my eyes and breathe in sharply.

“Um, it hurts.” I whisper. He stops and proceeds to repeat the protocol, kneeling and rising. The only times my eyes leave his are when they disappear behind my chest, setting my ankle down. The process repeats four more times, dead silence consuming the gym. The only sounds are my erratically beating heart, my murmurs telling him that my leg hurts, and my foot gently touching the floor. On the last time, my leg is nearly there, and when he takes a step closer to me to reach my leg easier, I nearly stop breathing. He’s towering over me, his orbs staring at me softly. He smiles slightly.

“There we go.” he says. I look at my leg and realize that it’s reached the 90 degree angle. I open my mouth, then close it. His hands roam down the back of my shin as he backs up and lays my limb back on the floor, reaching an arm out to help me up. I slowly lift my hand and take his flesh one, letting him haul me off the ground. We’re standing unbearably close, is hand on my forearm.

“Thank you.” I whisper, looking down. He nods his head and slides his hand back the way it came, down my wrist, through my hand, lightly applying pressure on my fingertips before stepping away. I take a long breath in before beginning to walk. I don’t let the breath out until I’ve safely reached my room, locking it and collapsing onto my bed.


I only have about twenty minutes to get ready for dinner, so I take an impossibly quick shower—desperately trying to wash away the tingling on my right leg— and change into a pair of dark skinny jeans and a cream colored blouse. I brush my hair and leave it down to air dry, as I don’t have time to do it. I get out of my room just in time and head down the lounge. It’s modern and sleek with grey couches and smooth wooden floors. On the other end of the room, there’s a mountain of food neatly placed on the board glass dining table. The food is surrounded by empty dinner plates and cutlery. The rest of the team have just made it, talking to one another and taking their seats. I can’t help but smile. As much as I hate to admit it, I don’t blame them for keeping me off the missions. I feel grateful that they care about me enough to put my safety before the given assignment. Nat notices me standing at the entrance of the room and smiles, gesturing for me to approach. I do, greeting everyone in a friendly manner as I take a seat between Sam and Clint, breathing in the sweet scent of fresh food and laying a towel out on my lap. Most of it hasn’t been uncovered yet, still blanketed with a silverware dome. Chatter echoes around the table, but I stay silent, watching the plates being uncovered by outstretched hands, taking in the sight. Rice, ribs, steak, pasta. Every dinner food I can think of is stretched out on the table. I feel someone tap me on the shoulder. I look over to Sam, whose looking at me mischievously. I narrow my eyes. “What?” I ask testingly. He smiles and props his cheek on his knuckles.

“I saw quite the sight earlier.” he says quietly. My eyebrows knit into a confused frown. “I saw you,” he pauses, “gettin’ all touchy with Barnes in the gym.” My eyes widen. I hear an irritating clink behind and look over to see Barton has dropped his glass of champagne. It leaks all over the glass, but no one seems to notice. He’s staring at Sam with his eyes wide. My head whips back to Sam and I give him a deadly glare. He doesn’t even look at me, but instead smiles at Clint.

“You had a thing with Barnes?” he says. I close my eyes at the volume of his voice and nearly off myself right there. The chatter at the table comes to an abrupt halt at the sentence. I’ve never been happier to not have Bucky at the table.

“No,” I croak, “I didn’t.” Tony giggles like a child. My eyes fly open and I look at him testingly. “I didn’t.”

“Then what the hell did I see?” Sam says. I swallow and look down.

“I hurt my leg. He was helping me stretch.” I say quietly. Tony makes an uh-hu and I grit my teeth.

“Stop.” I say. Sam and Tony have childish smirks on their faces that I wish I could punch clean off. Everyone else looks at me with raised eyebrows or widened eyes. “Nothing happened.” I mumble. Sam shrugs.

“Here he comes. We’ll just ask him ourselves.” Tony says. My breathing pattern disorients as I look behind me to see Bucky coming through the hall, shaking out his wet hair like a dog. I want to sink back into my chair and become one with it, completely out of sight and finished with this situation. “Hey, Barnes, what were you doing with Y/N in the gym?” Tony says. I barely look at him, just enough to see his face. He raises an eyebrow.

“Working out?” he says, like its the only possible thing that could’ve happened. I mean, it is. Of course it is. “That’s not what I saw.” Sam says, tilting his head at Bucky. I feel a lump form in my throat as Bucky looks at me in confusion.

“She hurt her thigh. I was helping her stretch.” he says, squinting.

“Mmhhmm.” Tony says. “I bet you help her stretch all the time.” I stiffen, looking around the table. Clint, Sam, and Tony giggle profusely. Steve is tugging at his lips to keep a smile from reaching them. Wanda and Nat look at me in surprise. I breathe in and look down, suddenly disheartened.

“You know what, guys?” I say quietly, standing up and folding the towel on the table. “Have a great dinner.” I push my chair out with the back of my knees. The boys aren’t laughing anymore. The table’s eyes are on me. I shuffle out of the chair and turn around, walking past Bucky, brushing his shoulder and trying not to stare at his concerned face. My feet thump, carrying me back to my room, locking the door and sitting on the end of my bed, a sigh escaping my lips.

BEHAVIOR THINGS TO PASS AS A GUY

-“shrug” your shoulders very slightly. eventually it’ll feel nature if you keep at it. it makes your shoulders look bigger. Put your elbows on chair arms to do it while sitting

-clench your jaw a little bit. it sounds really weird but it’ll make you look like you have a more masculine jaw line

-walk with your stance every so slightly wider than usual. it’ll make your lips slightly less pronounced and make your shoulders look squarer

-Don’t move out of the way for people gracefully. not saying don’t move out of the way at all, but let yourself brush shoulders sometimes. You can also just be more spacious about it. And yes, in a crowded hallway you probably shouldn’t maneuver your way through.

-Be comfortable! I shit you not, this can be magic for passing. Be relax, act confident, and lean back and be comfortable. People see it as dominance and we subconsciously see dominance and our mind trails to masculinity

-when you sit in the floor, sit with your ass on the floor. Indian style or with your legs out works. Don’t sit on your legs or in that weird W shape (that’s bad for you anyway)

anyone feel free to add any other weird behavior passing tips you’ve discovered!

Killed my workout this morning!
I usually do leg day on Thursdays, but my gym buddy was really feeling legs today and who am I to get in the way of that?? I normally do a bit more on leg day as well, but we were pressed for time today.

35 mins elliptical- 2 mins level 6 / 2 mins level 3 / 5 min cool down

Legs:

Normal Squats - 3 sets of 15
Walking Lunges - 3 sets of 10
Plié Squats - 3 sets of 15
Donkey Kicks - 3 sets of 15
Toe Taps - 3 sets of 30
Leg Press - 3 sets of 10 - 115lbs
Kickbacks - 3 sets of 10 - 45lb

Killed my hamstring workout tonight so I guess you could say I’m pretty happy about that. Rough week ahead of me though, please send thoughts and prayers ❤