#Because That's How Muscle Training Actually Works. Did You Think Bulking Was Like A Metaphor

[moscovium291]

size play and various forms of expansion are sort of our bread and butter obvs but something i can never really engage with is muscle growth bc all that art just ends up looking like jorgen von strangle .

like for sure i am absolutely here for women who can easily lift my doughy ass off the ground one-handedly but i Also know what that physique looks like and there's a Lot more meat on those girls than you wanna draw them with

[vicious-vixxxen]

Hi, first of all ur work is amazing and awesome, especially the Kiri fics they make me feel so warm inside :)) ANYWAYS I have a drabble idea: Katsuki with a flirty male reader from 1-B that likes to tease him and make him flustered and fired up as much as possible (kinda like Monoma but not as aggressive) and finally Katsuki decides that it’s reader’s turn to get all flustered and blushing and all that hehe :)

AH I absolutely LOVE this idea! Sorry it took me so long to get to it babes, but I hope you enjoy it :3 <3 Bakugou Katsuki X Flirty Male!Reader

“You think /you’re/ tired? I heard class A had to go through ten times the beasts we did yesterday, /and/ they didn’t get to camp until five.” TetsuTetsu huffed, rolling his eyes as he continued to rub at his sore biceps- falling behind as the class walked to their first official day of training. “They’re probably still struggling to work as an actual unit, how disappointing,” Monoma drawled, flinching as Kendo raised a hand at him in warning- her gaze cutting back to you with an apologetic smile, but you shrugged her off. “I’m just saying, if they were half as good as everyone assumes they are, then we wouldn’t have had to make dinner for everyone /alone/ yesterday. A bunch of unimpressive slackers, the fame is definitely getting to them.” “Oh give it a rest, Monoma! I swear if I have to keep listening to your incessant whining i’m going to roundhouse you so hard you slip into an alternate dimension,” You teased, though the sharpness of your tone, and the look you fixed the other boy with managed to reduce him to nothing more than some bitter grumbling, as you jogged ahead to follow directly behind Vlad-Sensei.

“Young Y/N is right! No use in comparing yourself to a separately tiered class, what you all should be doing is preparing yourselves for a day full of grueling training!” Vlad called out to the class behind him, as they came to their final stop. Looking out across the vast fields of the camp, where class 1A was already deep in training. All of them spread out to various areas of the site, some farther out than others, you assumed due to the volatile nature of their quirks. Some out of site all together, given the specificity needed to train their quirks. “The Wild Wild Pussycats have strict regimens for you all to follow, and I as well have critiques for you all regarding your fighting style, and quirk application. Check in with them across the field first, and regroup back to me so we can begin!” “Yes Sensei!” You all chanted back, before hurrying off across the field to do as you were told. Though once you caught sight of- and really, it was more his blood curdling death screams that you noticed first, music to your ears honestly- unruly blonde spikes off in the distance, you reasoned you had at least a few minutes to spare. Giving your classmates time to get their schedules and regimes before you could swoop in for yours last minute. The heat from Bakugou’s blasts was intense- your hair blowing back each time the other boy extended his palms to the sky, screamed, and released an explosion. The air felt thick, the scent of sweaty flesh, and deep, rich caramel wafting against your face, heady, and thick, with each blast. It was intoxicating. The closer you got, the more your cheeks flushed- though it had nothing to do with the heat anymore. Up close, or as close as you could get without being blown back entirely, that is- the more handsome Bakugou became. Pinched, angry expression and all. His front fringe of hair hanging low on his forehead, dripping sweat down onto his cheeks, and then onto the exposed upper half of his chest, bared due to his low rising tank top. When was Bakugou not absolutely breathtaking, you wondered idly, as you reached into your backpack for a bottle of water, and whistled loudly between blasts to catch the blonde's attention. Though the glare he fixed you with as your eyes met almost, almost deterred you from closing the distance between you both, it didn’t quite reach the innermost parts of your brain, meant for rational thought. “What the hell do you want!? Can’t you see i’m busy? Take your ass back to your class, extra!” Bakugou shouted, gaze falling to the bottle of water in your hand, before he focused back in on his task, baring his teeth in pain as the boiling water engulfed his hands. But you were too close now, it was too risky, and before you could think to back away on your own, Bakugou was crowding up against you. Spinning around on his heels and blasting in the opposite direction, back to you now. Shoving you backwards so hard with his own body you fell to the ground. Hissing as you landed on a particularly sharp rock. “See what you did?! I could’ve accidentally taken someone else out because of you! Fucking...gimme that,” Bakugou growled, shaking his hands of the smoke from his blast, before bending down to snatch the chilled bottle of water from your hand with one of his- his other reaching down to take hold of the front of your shirt, and tug you back up to stand next to him. “Always in my way!” Bakugou hissed, before throwing his head back and chugging down the entire bottle in a matter of seconds. Wiping at his mouth roughly, he turned to you slightly, noting the mischievous smile on your face, and the dirt on your shorts. “Tch...what?” He asked, knowing he was walking himself right into a trap. “Just admiring the view,” You sing-songed, skirting around his sudden extended fist easily, and dancing around the boy to get a good look at his training clothes. “It’s not everyday I get to see UA’s own Bakugou Katsuki in the midst of an intense training session. All sweaty, and bulking- muscles just….grr,” You laughed, holding your hands up in front of your face as you growled and made pawing motions at the other boy- bursting into a fit of laughter ass he reeled back, blush high on his cheeks, fingers twitching with the urge to blas your fucking face off. “You’re an insufferable piece of!-” “What I can’t seem to wrap my head around, is how you have such a big chest, such defined shoulders, and such a teeny, tiny waist,” You sighed, cutting Bakugou off with your hands on your hips, tilting your head to the side curiously as you scanned him up and down. “Your tits are bigger than most of the girls in your class, ya know,” You added, as if an afterthought, waving a hand passively at the thought, though you couldn’t help but grin as Bakugou charged you- dragging you up by the front of your shirt again, and pinning you to the barrel of boiling water. One hand holding your head down near the bubbling surface, and one right next to your ear, sparking with unlit nitroglycerin. “I. Don’t. Have. Tits. You. Shitty. Extra.” Each word was laced with venom, husky and full of rage right next to your ear, and god. Was it fucked up you were kind of turned on? Probably. About as fucked up as it was to be genuinely attracted to Bakugou in the first place, you supposed. Oh well. Not much to be done about it now. “Say that to the mounds pressing up against my back right now, babe,” You teased, turning your head to face Bakugou, your noses barely brushing as you leaned in as best you could, given the hand in your hair- mouth curling into a knowing smirk as Bakugou’s face twisted back and forth- confusion, rage, annoyance, misunderstanding...want. “I’m sure your teacher would be thrilled to see you over here keeping one of my students from his training, instead of focusing on your own abilities,” Someone sighed from your right, and both you and Bakugou’s head whipped up to see Aizawa leaning against a tree, staring at the both of you with the most bored expression you could imagine someone having. “Tried to get the loser away from me, but he’s as persistent as the rest of his annoying class,” Bakugou huffed, letting you go, but not before pushing you in the direction of his teacher roughly- crackling his knuckles out in front of himself, and shaking his hands out. Prepared to continue his training. Though thoughts of your stupid face, so close to his- scent of your shampoo, and minty breath still searing his nose made him a trillion times more annoyed then he’d already been. The color of your eyes stuck with him the most though. So clear. So shiny. Full of authority, of mirth, and something so...gut wrenchingly /cute/, he couldn’t stand it. “Sorry, EraserHead. Didn’t mean to disturb your student. Was just being friendly is all,” You assured the older Hero, hands up in surrender as you walked alongside side him, and back to regroup with your class- smiling smugly to yourself when you noticed the barest hint of a smirk on Eraserheads face, just before he turned away and skulked off to whatever dark, cozy corner he had been observing his students from.

Training felt like it had lasted forever, and then some. The following days were no easier. Your bodies were pushed to their limits, and then thrown off the metaphorical cliff afterwards. Every day, class A and B were sore, tired, irritable. But even then, once lunch, and dinner came around, it offered you all a chance to get to know one another more intimately. You talked, and mingled with class 1A- flirting with Todoroki for fun, and picking Midoriya’s brain about his hero notebook- unaware of the red eyes following your every move amongst the classmates. Your flirting with Bakugou was at an all time high- given you could usually spare a handful of minutes each day teasing the young man, whether it be with words during training, lingering touches, or brushes of hands, and legs during dinner, or with outright winks, and kisses blown to the blonde as you all departed to your cabins for the night. It infuriated Bakugou to no end. Your presence. The way he acted out against you...his mother would suggest he needed an attitude adjustment, and that he should allow the fun part of camp to take precedent over his ultimate number one hero goal. As if he’d ever. But still, her frustrated words of encouragement never ceased to ease up as the days went by, and you became bolder with your flirting. Bakugou felt on edge constantly, like someone was going to crack a whip at him at any moment. Say something about it, say something about /him/, but no one ever did. Probably because they were scared. His only saving grace, he supposed. Being intimidating. Though he didn’t intimidate /you/, which was the part he hated the most. ...He’d just have to switch up his tactics, then. His mother would be proud. God, he hated that. After a particularly grueling day of training, everyone was running on fumes, more or less, as they shuffled around the outdoor kitchen, prepping dinner lazily. Monoma picking stupid fights with whoever he came across first, as though he were too tired to even do that. You’d been chatting quietly to Mina and Jirou about some of your favorite albums, when a whistle from across the counters had all three of you lifting your heads. Curiosity piqued to the fullest extent, as your gaze landed on Bakugou- pointing at you with a hard expression, before gesturing to the spot next to him at the cutting board station. His eyes downcast again before you could even register what was going on, before hurrying to head over before whatever demon that had possessed Bakugou, decided to get the fuck out of such a toxic human host. Beaming, you came to stand at Bakugou’s side, arms brushing against each other as you glanced down at the finely minced veggies the boy was working on. “You rang?” Brows raised in question, you ducked your head to try and catch the boy’s eyes again- stopping dead in your tracks as he grabbed a hold of your wrist tightly, and slid a knife between your fingers. Tugging you impossibly closer to his side, and reaching an arm around you to grab a stray carrot. Boxing you into the bench, and maneuvering your fingers carefully as he began to force you to chop the carrot below. His front was flush with your back, and suddenly you couldn’t breath. Breath hitched in your throat, flush high on your cheeks, as Bakugou bent down, face right next to yours, as he forced you to chop, knife always skirting a little /too/ close to your fingertips, but fuck it all if you weren’t willing to lose them for this encounter to continue. “All this time and you haven’t even learned to chop properly. Make yourself more useful, you shitty extra,” He grunted, right into your ear. A sharp shock of arousal shooting down your spine as he spoke, looking away suddenly as Bakugou turned to try and meet your gaze. “Eh? What’s the problem, extra? Cat got your fucking tongue?’ He teased, harshly, though his grasp on your hands lessened, and fuck you were gonna pass out if you didn’t start breathing soon. “Oh,” He huffed suddenly, snickering under his breath, as he crowded you in up against the bench entirely, completely flush with your back, before his lips ghosted the shelf of your ear, and he whispered “-probably because of my big tits, huh? Tch.” And then he was gone. Gone from your back, gone from the shell of your ear, gone from giving you a religious fucking experience, and thankfully gone from nearly making you jizz your jeans in front of the entireety of class A and B. Your hands shook where they now held the knife solo, and you glanced over your shoulder- watching Bakugou stuff his hands in his pockets, arch his shoulders, and stalk off to the cabins. Though not before you also caught the sharp, devilish smirk that twisted up on his face. What a fucking DICK. But a dick who was handsome as fuck, and knew exactly what he was doing. “Alright, Bakugou, you wanna play, big boy?” You whispered to yourself, voice shaky as you continued chopping vegetables. “I’ll bite. Show you how it’s done...right after I pass out, Jesus fucking Chri-” 

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Emmys 2018: How ‘GLOW’ Became a Life-Changing Experience for Alison Brie (Exclusive)

Alison Brie delivered one of ET's Standout Performances of the 2017-18 season.  

“I often think I am my truest self when I am Zoya the Destroya in the ring,” Alison Brie tells ET, referring to the wrestling persona she embodies on Netflix’s summer darling GLOW. The series, about the formation of a women’s wrestling league, sees the former Community and Mad Men star playing Ruth, a struggling actress who auditions for a spot in the Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling, a fledgling 1980s syndicated TV series. The show follows the league of 14 women -- mostly new to the sport -- who come together to challenge themselves and each other both inside and outside the ring.

While Ruth is a persistent, calculated individual, concerned about screen time and initially resistant to the idea of degrading herself for a role, Zoya, her wrestling alter ego, is a different character entirely. The Russian caricature is free of inhibitions, full of confidence and bravado, unafraid to taunt her many costumed counterparts.

While an entire cadre of women seemingly inspired Brie’s Ruth, her biggest inspiration for Zoya is, well, herself, the Hollywood native says with a laugh during a recent interview with ET, recognizing how silly that might sound. “What a total narcissist,” Brie says. “I like to channel myself, I’m very inspired by myself for this role. What!” But the actress -- whose humility shines through in her thoughtful answers and easy manner -- has good reason for counting herself among her own inspirations for her onscreen characters.

“It’s like tapping into my childhood silliness, or any stage of my life -- times in high school or college or even on the set of Community, the way we used to make jokes and do characters and voices off-camera with each other,” she says. “The silliest way I like to joke is embodied by Zoya.”

It’s an apt metaphor for the role that Brie plays on GLOW, which returns for a second season on June 29. Created by Liz Flahive and Carly Mensch, the Netflix series chronicles the changes that the women undergo as they learn to empower themselves through the rough-and-tumble sport -- primarily by shedding their inhibitions and getting closer to themselves.

“The show as a whole felt very different from anything I had ever worked on before, in tone, [and] I found it to be very intriguing and tricky, too,” Brie says. “It seemed a little dangerous in that respect, that if we don’t do it right, it could go really wrong. If we do it right, it could be really special, which was exciting.”

So much of the transformation that Brie’s character undergoes in adopting a new wrestling persona parallels Brie’s own transformation as an actress. “I went through this empowering experience training for [GLOW], and then while shooting the show, the character is getting in touch with that aspect of herself,” the actress says, adding that it’s a “dream job” to play two characters on screen.

Alison Brie and Betty Gilpin in a scene from season one of 'GLOW.'

Netflix

“It’s almost like you’re acting on two different shows at times. There’s one show when we’re outside the ring that is very nuanced and there’s a lot of subtlety to it, and you’re playing very real human emotions and situations. And then we get into the ring and we’re shooting the show GLOW within our show and suddenly I’m Zoya the Destroya and nothing is off-limits and you can be as big as you want to be, as silly as you want to be. There are no wrong answers, and it’s insane! And so fun.”

Wrestling itself was also a challenge for Brie, who had never really watched it before joining the series. Training lasted for four weeks leading up to season one, and another four weeks prior to shooting season two. The women worked with stunt coordinator Shauna Duggins and Chavo Guerrero Jr., a wrestler whose uncle, incidentally, trained the original women of GLOW (“So you can enjoy that coincidence!” Brie says with a laugh).

“I am a really physical person,” she says. “I’ve been training with my personal trainer and doing strength training for seven years now, so there was this side of myself that I felt like I really wanted to showcase, and [that] no one would suspect would be something that I would do, you know? I’ve been looking for a project that would allow me to be more physical, and in my mind, I sort of thought that it would come in the form of a movie, so I was actively looking for a cool action movie or something that people would let me audition for, and then this show came along, and I thought, ‘Oh, my God, this is exactly the thing that I've been wanting to do.’”

Once she started really digging into her training for the show -- “a lot of it is about heavy lifting and really focusing on certain muscle groups and building them,” she explains -- she felt like she had crossed a threshold and couldn’t go back to her previous way of viewing workouts: as simply a way to burn calories and stay trim.

“The wrestling training was the most life-changing part of the GLOW process, because it was very scary and it was very exciting,” Brie says, before correcting herself. “I didn’t feel very scared going into it, actually. Only excited and very naive about it. But very gung-ho about it, too. All of the women were. It turned out to be this amazing bonding experience for all of us to learn this new physical feat together, and everyone was really surprised in ourselves everyday of the things we were capable of and were still learning from each other. We had to be really vulnerable with each other right away because we had to get really physical and really intimate with each other right away, like, ‘So, you’re going to put your chin against my vagina and then kick your legs up,’ you know?”

In addition to learning stunts, Brie started weight training, building both strength and confidence, as she went from being unable to do one pushup to now being able to complete multiple sets. While she hasn’t bulked up -- at least not intentionally -- she’s much more lean, allowing her to reportedly do 100 percent of her stunts on the show. “It was also really empowering to just use our bodies in a different way and in a strong way, and for me to think of my body as an athlete and not just as an actress,” she says.

One of Brie’s favorite memories from shooting season one, in fact, took place in the ring, during a scene that she shot with costar Betty Gilpin, who plays her best friend-turned-nemesis-turned-lukewarm-friend Debbie. In the scene, producer Sam Sylvia (Marc Maron) is envisioning a fantasy sequence of what GLOW could be, with Ruth and Debbie as the headlining event -- Ruth as the “heel” and Debbie as the “face.” The scene was shot in the Mayan, a nightclub and theater space in downtown Los Angeles (“where I’d actually been to see a wrestling match before,” Brie notes), and involved an arena full of several hundred extras.

After the stunt doubles warmed up the set, helping cameras to get all the right angles and marking all the right spots, Brie and Gilpin themselves stepped into the ring, much to the background actors’ surprise. “I think the audience just assumed that [the stunt doubles] were gonna do the match and we were just gonna jump in and do the dialogue,” Brie says. “And so when Betty and I got into the ring and just did the whole match, top to bottom, with a body slam and a front three-quarter and stuff like that, the crowd went crazy, and you could sense that it was genuine. Betty and I had so much adrenaline. I’d never felt so powerful. I felt like I could lift up a car. I didn’t feel a thing, my body was numb. I was like, ‘Body slam me 30 more times,’ you know? I just felt totally invincible, like a god.”

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