Since the stress fracture I’ve been doing a lot of stretching and body weight exercises. My fav lil routine so far: 10 pushups 20 in and out crunches 10 pulse ups 15 standard crunches 20 side crunches 10 army pushups Repeat cycle 5x
Silly semi casefile fic written for several reasons. For @leiascully’s XFWritingChallenge: Exercise and also for the anon on @lyndsaybones blog who asked for a story about Scully being given an undercover assignment as another agent’s wife. I’m looking forward to the other stories that might spring from that particular anon!
The phone skittered across the desk,
mocking him with its caller ID and perkiness. He’d fallen asleep in the office
and his neck was gristled, his mouth filled with dry Bureau air.
yeah. That’s what the phone said.
are you there?”
here, Scully. Or should I say Mrs Sparks?”
Ms Sparks. And you sound like you still haven’t gotten over this assignment,
Mulder. It’s been two days and you’re a grown man. You need to get over it.”
been more than six years and he wasn’t over
it, grown man or not.
the plan today, Scully?” He forced a little grace into his voice.
know I can’t tell you that, Mulder. I’m undercover,” her voice was buried in a
rush of static and muffled voices. “I’ve got to go. I’ll call later.”
I’ll still be here. I’ll still be thinking about the smug look Skinner had in
his eye when he informed them that Scully had been assigned to this case, going
undercover as Danny fucking Conway’s wife, to lure out a serial killer who was ramping
up in the DC area. And so close to the Arcadia case. What the hell was that man
on? And why the hell did Scully agree to this bullshit? Hadn’t she had enough
of being targeted by freaks? She’d given
him the usual line about being independent and doing her job blah blah. Their job was the X-Files, but the last
time he’d tried to deliver a message along those lines, she’d gone and fucked
that psycho in Philly and blamed the lack of a desk.
Soft, green light billowed out of his fish
tank. It was supposed to be calming. That’s why he’d chosen tropicals. Their
colour, their shapes, their fluid movements, the warmth of their lives…yet, all
he wanted to do was rip the fucking thing off the shelf and stab the little
beasts with a pencil. The phone had remained unreasonably quiet. It wasn’t even
arguing back when he slammed it down on his coffee table. He stretched his arms
up and relished the clunk of his joints. Pain. Fatigue. Being in the fucking
dark. Yes. Welcome to the life of Fox Mulder.
buzzing of his cell woke him. Where had he thrown it? He scrambled around the
couch, sticking his fingers between the cushions and down the back. He found
nothing but crumbs and a tack that stuck behind his thumbnail. He cursed and
sucked at the blood. Metal and dust. And the phone stopped ringing.
He was outside the house now, hunkered down
in the driver’s seat, watching how the climbing rose curled and bowed around
the door, mocking him with its elegance. He did not belong here. Not just
because Scully would kill him, but because people like Mulder didn’t belong in
Conway with his blond hair and frat boy good looks belonged here. Dana Scully
with her contained beauty and ferocious intelligence belonged here. She really
should live somewhere like this. All the things she personified were displayed
in this building – success, style, class, refinement. She should never leave.
She should be Ms Sparks, co-creator of GymProMatch, a site for high-end professionals
wanting to find an exercise partner. However you span it, Mulder believed it
was really a dating site for those who got off on watching women in exercise gear
with sweaty cleavage and enough money to opt for surgical intervention should
the running machine or the date become surplus to requirements.
offered tailored personal training programs, online functionality so even less
desirables, like Mulder, could get fit in the comfort of their glowing-green
living room and be linked with other sad cases, diet plans, seminars and
conferences with training professionals. The real people behind it had flown to
their Caribbean chalet while Scully and Fucking Conway moved in.
shifted in the seat, his knees groaned at the confined space. He picked at the
skin on the side of his thumb. He let his head fall against the seat rest and
tried to keep his eyes open. The door opened. Scully stepped out, her hair
caught in a high ponytail and white headphone wires forming a necklace around
her bright pink fitted vest. She wore black yoga pants with a pink swirl around
the calves, and bright white runners. She limbered up, stretching her quads and
dipping her head side to side. She looked fucking gorgeous, backlit by the light
above the door. She jogged up the paved path, edged by topiary bushes, and out
on to the sidewalk. Mulder watched the back of her disappear into the murky
evening before he opened his door to track her.
didn’t even get to the end of the car before she’d doubled back and was running
at a pace towards him. She looked fucking angry.
He slunk into the car and she slipped in
next to him, huffing out more than just energized breaths. There was fire in
sorry, Scully. I needed to know you were okay.”
just jeopardized this whole operation, Mulder. And all because you don’t trust
me to do my job.”
do trust you, Scully. It’s Conway I don’t trust. He’s an asshole.”
may be true, Mulder, but he’s a professional asshole. Unlike you, who at this
moment, just look like a pathetic, jealous, ridiculous asshole.”
they were getting somewhere. He deserved that. It made him feel better. He
always appreciated the truth. Scully always told him the truth.
can finish your run, Scully. I don’t mind waiting.”
for what?” Her voice thinned as her anger level rose. She was flushed anyway,
but her chest heaved and her arms were tense and those veins near her wrists
were pulsing and she kept licking her lips in that way that both irritated him
and turned him on. He could practically smell the smoke coming off her, she was
was now or never. He leant forward and captured her face in his hands, pulling
her mouth to his. She was spitting out some curse or another but he swallowed
it whole and savoured the taste of her. Her arms were trapped between them but
he could feel her shifting against him, her fists bunching, ready to pummel
him. He groaned into her mouth, pushed his tongue into the velvet of her,
rubbed it against her teeth, let his hands move from under her ears, down her
neck and to gently massage her shoulders. She was still fighting but she had
opened her mouth wider and if he wasn’t mistaken, she was whimpering. He pulled
ran her tongue over the lower lip, looked down at her lap, then up at him. He
steadied himself for the slap or the punch, but she just turned to open the
have to go, Mulder.” There was no intonation, no anger, no life in her words.
He reached out to shut the door. His arm
brushed her breasts and she sucked in a breath, pushing herself back into the
“Sorry. But I’m
not generally in the habit of kissing you, Scully. There is a reason. And right
now, that reason is approaching from the end of the street. Our suspect has been
prowling around in the yard of the empty property at 190 for about an hour.
Conway has called in back up. I’m wired up. You just need to keep kissing me.
He snaked his arm
around her and kissed her again. She softened into his arms and he reluctantly
released her mouth to whisper into her ear.
want you to know about my part in the assignment. He knew you would back out if
I was any part of this job. This psycho loves himself a cheating red-head but
he really gets off on torturing the boyfriend. Meet the boyfriend, Scully.” He
nibbled her neck and she shuddered. She definitely shuddered.
“This is so
fucked-up, Mulder,” her voice had dropped a notch and she was breathing
heavily. Mulder let his fingers wander up and down her back as he listened for
instructions from the team.
“Suspect is nearly
at target point. Keep doing that, Scully.”
“That thing you’re
doing with your…”
She pulled back
and all hell broke loose. The passenger door pulled open, a hand reached around
her and covered her mouth with duct tape. At the same time, the suspect lashed
out at Mulder with a baseball bat but he managed to avoid most of the swing, so
that it hit the steering wheel and let the horn sound. A dozen agents swamped
the car, heaving Scully from the suspect’s grasp and pulling Mulder out. The
suspect was grappled to the ground and Conway snapped on the handcuffs.
“Darling. I’m so
glad you’re okay,” he smirked up at Scully.
Mulder rushed to
her side. “Are you sure you want me to pull the tape off, Conway? I’m not sure
you’re ready to hear what Scully has to say to you.”
She huffed out
something unintelligible and he gently prised the tape off. Her mouth was red
and puffy. He liked to think it wasn’t all because of the tape. She pressed the
back of her hand to her mouth and turned away.
“You were good
“At what? At being
kept in the dark? At being manhandled by you and the suspect?”
forward, his hands buried in his overcoat. “Agents. This was a fine result.
Good work.” Scully glared at him and then back at Mulder. “I understand you
might have some further questions about this case, Agent Scully. Report to me
in the morning. I’ll debrief you both.”
The phone skittered across his couch,
mocking him with its caller ID and perkiness. The green glow seemed brighter
yeah. That’s what the phone said.
are you there?”
here, Scully. You sound out of breath. Are you all right?”
“I hear exercise is
a good for reducing stress and tension.”
“Will your next
undercover assignment be as a medical doctor, Mulder? Or perhaps I won’t know
until after you’ve performed an emergency tracheotomy or diagnosed someone with
And again, I am sorry. But it wasn’t my decision.”
“Mulder, open your
“Yes, I ran from
my car because it’s raining. I’m wet and grumpy so please, open the door.”
She was dripping, red with cold and looked
fucking gorgeous. He pulled her in, pushed her to the bathroom and told her to
take a shower. When she emerged, she was red less dripping, pink with heat and
still looked fucking gorgeous. She took the cup of tea he’d made and sat on his
it be inappropriate to say that I really enjoyed kissing you, Scully. Even if
you were technically married to someone else. And you weren’t technically aware
that I was going to do it?”
you always make a habit of kissing married women, Mulder?”
the red-haired, doctor ones.” He tried for a cute smile.
If you run, you MUST compliment your running with stretching before and after so your muscles don’t tighten up.
Here, I’ve put together some easy poses anyone can do after a run. Do them in order after your run. Go at your own pace, be kind to yourself and do what feels good. Don’t get discouraged if you’re not as flexible as you wish…you’ll get more flexible if you keep going.
You’ll see progress quick if you stick to it. I promise!
1. Downward facing dog-
Stretches basically everything. Hips, hamstrings, shoulders, back, achilles, calves, etc. Also, it can be very cooling after running and a good moment to just relax and slow down.
2. Lizard Lunge-
A great opening in the hips and hamstrings which I always find needed after running. You can even take the hand closest to the instep of the foot and place it on your knee to gently push the knee out to the side. Do on both legs, naturally.
3. Horse Squat-
A good twist and hip opening. The help of gravity makes this stretch extra yummy! Push your knees apart with your hands and let it feel good!
4. Malasana Squat-
After horse squat, take your hips down towards the ground. This is AMAZING on the low back which can sometimes feel jarred after running. Plus another great opening in the hips.
5. Wide Legged Forward Fold-
I love this pose to stretch everything and to improve my posture by opening in the heart space. Make sure you lift at your inner arches here slightly to avoid dumping in your feet and hurting your knees.
6. Tip Toe Pose-
I encourage all of my students and friends and family and anyone to do this. If you have never done this, it may feel pretty intense at first and you may not be able to sit in it for long. But do it everyday. Trust me, you will thank your healthy feet. Especially after having your feetsies in shoes all day, this is a must.
7. Top of the Foot Stretch-
To counter the last stretch, this one feels great and is crucial for balancing out your feet. It feels so good from the top of the shin down. Again, if you never stretch your feet, you may notice your arches are pretty tight. Either way, do it everyday.
8. Bhekasana/Frog Pose-
After working your quads on that run, this is the best thing you could do for them. It stretches the entire thigh. Don’t leave this one out. It’s way too good.
9. Pyramid Pose with elevated toes-
You could use the street curb for this one. Crazy good hamstring and achilles stretch. This wall was convenient for me to rest my forehead on.
10. IT Band Stretch-
Right after pyramid pose, take this twisty position to stretch out the IT band. You won’t regret it.
Do these stretches after runs and get back to me on how you feel in a few weeks. I can assure you it will improve your running, flexibility and power. If you have any questions, feel free to ask.
I really loved this yoga program that I tried out today! 🙆
I’ve always liked yoga, but found that classes I took or videos I followed were always either:
1. Way too hard and isn’t yoga supposed to be relaxing
2. Sleeping on the ground the whole time not getting a workout at all
3. I can’t follow what you’re saying because I don’t speak yogi! And what’s with all the candles and chanting?
But I know that I’m not flexible AT ALL and that’s one of my biggest weak points. Plus, I’m a runner and stretching is hugely important to runners and something that most of us don’t do nearly enough. 🏃
So when I tried out a video from 3 Week Yoga Retreat, I was pleasantly surprised. It’s marketed towards beginners, but it’s still challenging enough to feel like a workout even though it’s “just yoga.” I felt sufficiently strengthened, stretched, and relaxed by the end. 🌻
If you want to try it out (especially my runner friends!) let me know! 😊
Title: Jealousy Pairing: Thomas Sangster x Reader Warnings: N/A Just a fluffy drabble. Feel free to leave requests in my ask box. Smut, Dylan O’Brien, Thomas Sangster, Newt, Thomas, The Maze Runner, ect.
I stretched out like a cat across the cushions of the couch, my hands on the keyboard as I tabbed down the screen. My eyes flicked up to the lanky blonde that was neatly folding clothes into a suitcase. I grinned, clicking the search bar and quickly typed his name in before hitting enter. “Oh, you should really look at this site. You might be flattered by the things people post about you.” I grimaced, my brow furrowing as I tabbed down quickly. “Or horrified.”
I could have went my whole life without seeing that.
“What website are you on about now, [y/n]?” The Brit glanced over his shoulder before making his way towards the couch to look at the screen. “Tumblr, huh? I’m telling you, the people who use this site are either completely witty, completely obsessed or completely bored. Which one are you?”
I turned my cheek to look up at him, giving him a grin. “All of the above. Especially since my best friend is running off to star in a major movie production and won’t take me with him so I can meet Dylan O'Brien.”
“I might get fired if I bring fangirls on set.” He joked, sitting on the edge of the couch. “Besides, you get to spend the next week with me, isn’t that better then spending time with other famous actors?”
I couldn’t help the small giggle. “Is that jealousy, Thomas? I’m not a fangirl, I just find Dylan O'Brien insanely funny and incredibly attractive.”
The gawky brit shoved my laptop closed and pretended to glare up at me before his hands rested just under my armpits. He raised a slender brow and gave me a mischievous grin. I squealed instantly and tried to move out of his grip. “Don’t you dare!”
“Take it back.” He said calmly before moving his fingers to tickle me.
“Okay!” I didn’t need to be told twice, I gave in immedietly, giggling uncontrollably. “I take it back, you’re not jealous!”
He didn’t stop, watching me closely as his eyes narrowed. “Not that…The other thing.”
I couldn’t look surprised, as much as I had wanted too, but all my strength was currently invested in trying to get the lanky blonde to stop his assault. “W-What? I take it back, I take it back!”
“Take what back, [y/n]?”
“That Dylan is funny and attractive?”
The tickling stopped and Thomas smirked lightly. “Good girl.” He laughed, using his long slender fingers to mess up my hair.
I sat up slowly, trying to catch my breath as I looked up at the boy. Before I could say anything about the situation he tugged me to the top of the couch, his hands brushing up against my cheeks. “Glad we got that figured out.”
I opened my mouth again to say something, but he cut me off once more. “So while I got you up here….wanna help me practice my kissing scene with Theresa?” His smug grin caught me off guard and I pushed him back a bit.
“Newt never kisses Theresa in the books!” I exclaimed and before I could continue to be angry, Thomas was nearly bent over in laughter, looking up at me with a bright smile.
“Now look whose jealous.” He purred, stepping back up to me as I smacked him gently in the chest.
His arm wrapped around my waist, tugging me up against him as his lips collided with my own. I wasted no time, the plump flesh of my mouth dancing in sync with his own. After a moment we pulled back from each other.
“See? I can be insanely funny and incredibly attractive too.“