#Pre-Workout Snack

[thepanvelite]

When Should We Eat Fruits?

Fruits can be eaten anytime, promoting health and energy.

Eating fruits is essential for a healthy diet, but there are many questions about the best times and ways to consume them. Let’s explore these questions and find the answers. Can We Eat Fruits in the Morning? Yes, eating fruits in the morning is beneficial. If you exercise or go to the gym, having a fruit as a pre-workout snack can provide you with the necessary energy due to the natural sugars…

[bangjiazheng]

Banana Benefits 🍌 – The Ultimate Energy Booster

Banana Benefits 🍌 – The Ultimate Energy Booster

Bananas are not only delicious but packed with essential nutrients that make them a fantastic daily snack or breakfast option. Here’s why bananas are worth adding to your diet : Key Benefits : Rich in Potassium : Supports heart health and helps regulate blood pressure. Great Energy Source : The natural sugars and carbs give a quick energy boost, perfect for pre or post workout High in Fiber : Supports digestion and keeps you feeling full. Mood Enhancer : Contains tryptophan, which can help improve mood and reduce stress. Nutrition Facts (per medium banana) : Calories: ~105 Potassium: 422 mg Vitamin C: 17% of the Daily Value (DV) Vitamin B6: 22% of the DV Magnesium: 8% of the DV Fiber: 3g Whether in smoothies, on top of yogurt, or as a quick snack, bananas are an all around winner for health and taste 🍌

BananaBenefits #HealthyEating #NutrientRich

[titanfitness12]

Ultimate Diet Guide for Weight Loss and Muscle Gain

The right diet and meal planning are crucial for achieving fitness goals, whether aiming for weight loss or muscle gain. Weight loss without exercise is possible through mindful eating habits, like limiting calorie intake, reducing sugar, and increasing fiber. High-protein foods—such as eggs, fish, legumes, and Greek yogurt—help keep you fuller for longer, and staying hydrated can also curb hunger. Making gradual, consistent changes to your diet can lead to steady weight loss over time without exercise.

To build muscle effectively, a well-structured gym diet plan focuses on high-protein foods like chicken, beef, tofu, and dairy, which support muscle repair and growth after intense workouts. Complex carbs, such as oats, brown rice, and sweet potatoes, provide sustained energy, while healthy fats from sources like nuts, seeds, and avocados aid in muscle development. Following a plangym diet tailored to muscle gain helps maximize results and keeps you fueled.

Beginners starting their fitness journey should aim for a balanced diet that supports the body’s adjustment to new workout demands. A gym diet for beginners can include lean proteins such as fish, eggs, and legumes, paired with complex carbohydrates like quinoa and whole-wheat pasta for sustained energy. Plenty of fruits and vegetables add essential vitamins and minerals that support muscle recovery and immune health.

Eating a well-planned pre-workout meal about 1-2 hours before exercising is essential for those targeting muscle gain. A meal like grilled chicken with brown rice or a turkey sandwich on whole-grain bread provides a combination of carbohydrates and protein. Carbs deliver the energy needed for intense workouts, while protein helps prevent muscle breakdown, optimizing performance and recovery.

Quick pre-workout snacks around 30 minutes before exercising also help fuel the body. Ideal snacks include a banana with almond butter, Greek yogurt with berries, or a handful of nuts. These options provide quick energy without being overly filling. A balance of carbs and a small amount of protein in a pre-workout snack supports endurance and helps you perform at your best.

These dietary strategies—whether focused on weight loss without exercise, a gym diet plan for muscle gain, or pre-workout meal planning—are integral to a successful fitness journey. Consistency in small dietary changes often leads to significant results, setting you up for long-term health and fitness benefits.

[2-love-tale]

Top Pre- and Post-Workout Meals for Optimal Performance: Fuel Your Fitness Right

Fueling Your Fitness Journey: Pre- and Post-Workout Meals to Boost Performance and Recovery

Outline Introduction The Connection Between Nutrition and Performance Why Pre- and Post-Workout Nutrition Matters Understanding Pre-Workout Nutrition Why Fueling Up Before a Workout is Essential The Role of Carbs, Protein, and Fats in Pre-Workout Meals Best Pre-Workout Meals for Energy and Endurance Quick Snacks vs. Full Meals: Timing Your Pre-Workout Nutrition Top Pre-Workout Foods to…

[bearberrythief]

finally looked up what the fuck pre workout is, figuring it was either a protein thing or a bullshit supplement

its caffeine and shit with vitamins to make it seem more supplementy i guess like yeah I bet that makes you feel more energized and ready to go no kidding

[ultimateshine]

Do you struggle to maintain stamina and energy during gym workouts? If yes, you are not alone! Most ladies trying to bounce back in shape often perform strenuous workouts but miss out on the optimal nutrition they need before and after hours of extreme physical activities. Working out just after eating heavy meals is bad for obvious reasons but skipping your pre-workout meals is even worse. Here, we list some important reasons to include a pre workout snack in your diet before hitting the gym or indulging in your favorite body-shaping activities. Let’s start!

[yourfitnessgoal]

How to Build a Pre-Workout Meal for Muscle Gain

Most people into fitness have this common goal of building muscle. The key component in the achievement of this goal lies in proper nutrition, particularly the meal that is taken before workouts. A well-chosen pre-workout meal will improve your performance, avoid muscle breakdown, and foster muscle growth. We give the essential components of a pre-workout meal, when it must be taken, and…

[teckinsight]

Best Pre-workout Snacks

🍎💪 Looking for the best pre-workout snacks to fuel your fitness routine?

Look no further! Check out these tasty options to boost your energy and crush your workouts!

#FitnessFuel #PreWorkoutSnacks

[simkoos]

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[ketofit1]

Transform Your Body with These Keto-Friendly Pre-Workout Meals and Snacks - Get Fit and Feel Great!

#preworkoutmeals #snackideas #keto-friendly #fitnessmotivation #nutritiontips #healthydiet #lowcarbfood #weightlossjourney #exercisetips #wellnesslife #mealplanning #highprotein #healthyfats #antioxidants #fiberpower #berrylove #sweetpotatolove #banana

If you’re on a keto diet and love to workout, you might be wondering what to eat before and after exercising. While following a keto diet can help you lose weight and feel great, it’s important to fuel your body with the right nutrients to optimize your workouts. In this article, we will discuss some keto-friendly pre-workout meals and snacks that will help you get fit and feel great. Benefits…

[gluttiny]

{post-post-pre-post workout snack 🤤}

t: (stomach noises lol) i imagine he would bench weights with like an entire footlong in his mouth and slowly swallow it like a snake or something 🤔

[callsign-songbird]

Gym buddy Simon

(Small chubby fem mc)

Gym buddy Simon. Soap set him up for one of those stupid "find me ___ person" sites as a prank, and he never expected Simon to find someone that he LIKED. And yet, there you were. Sending him a sweet little request, trying to work on your self-confidence. Tiny chubby little thing. Simon is immediately smitten. He knows that he's going to be more of a personal trainer than a gym buddy, but he really doesn't mind. Just means he gets to watch you sweat and work for HIM. And oh, he likes that. He loves it when you sweat, when you whine because something is a bit too heavy, or you can't take much more; he loves watching your muscles work and strain under your soft layer of squish. Honestly? Simon loves that squish. He has to focus on his own workout whenever you do jumping-jacks or anything that makes your little bit of chub bounce. If he does happen to see it, he'll become almost entranced, imagining kneeding at the soft flesh and littering it with kisses and bite marks, digging his fingers into the soft flesh of your plush hips and grinding you back against him. Before he realizes it, his mask has a small wet spot from where he was drooling. He's never been so excited to go to the gym. You're such an absent-minded thing, forgetting the most important things sometimes. But, it's ok because Simon always brings his gym bag, which is always loaded with snacks, protein shakes, pre-workout, hair ties, water bottles, and even some extra gym clothes. He's also incredibly accommodating and pays attention to small things. You have better cardio when listening to a certain playlist? He talked to the gym staff about using their speakers. Nervous about people watching you? Well, he's got the perfect little secluded corner for you. Feeling stressed? He's a great listener! On your period? (He figured out your tells pretty easy) he's got Midol and some feminine hygiene products in his bag of tricks, too. Eventually, you run into the rest of the squad at the gym, and he gets possessive! Long story short, this is a need.

[willowsnook]

Eyes Up Here, Babe

Roast beef, salami, EXTRA meet, wheat bread

andrei iosivas x bsf!reader

i wanted it to be you she isn’t you

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It was a hot summer day, and you were driving to Joe’s house, doing everything you could not to turn around and go home. You were the only one in your friend group with the day off from work besides Joe, Ja’Marr, and Andrei, so the boys insisted you spend it with them. First up on their agenda was getting a good workout in.

Dressed in a cute matching set from GymShark, you begrudgingly entered the house, finding the boys in the kitchen eating a little pre-workout snack. Joe glanced at you for a second, but Andrei’s eyes lingered; something you had noticed had been happening more than usual recently.

“Ready?” Joe asked, and you gave him a look, making the corners of his mouth twitch.

Following the boys into his home gym, you laid down your stuff and started to stretch in front of the mirror. Joe went to get some equipment and Andrei set his own stuff down before turning to watch you.

“Like what you see?” You teased and he smirked.

Andrei’s smirk widened as he stepped closer to you, his gaze never leaving your figure. You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks as his eyes roamed over you, taking in every inch of your body.

“How can I not?” He finally replied, causing your heart to skip a beat.

You cleared your throat and turned away from him, trying to focus on your stretches. But with Andrei so close behind you, it was hard to concentrate on anything else.

“What’s with you today?” You asked, trying to break the tension.

Andrei shrugged nonchalantly, “Nothing, just enjoying the view.”

You rolled your eyes at his response but couldn’t hide the smile tugging at the corners of your lips. The truth was, you had been feeling something between you and Andrei for a while now, but you didn’t want to risk making things weird in the friend group.

“Ready to work out?” Joe’s voice interrupted your thoughts as he walked back into the room.

Andrei took a step back from you and grabbed his equipment, leaving you slightly disappointed that the moment had passed.

The four of you spent the next hour working out together, with Joe acting as your personal trainer. As much as you hated working out, having these two by your side made it more enjoyable.

After showering and getting dressed, you sat in Joe’s living room, sipping on some protein shakes.

“What are your plans for the rest of the day?” Andrei asked and you looked over at him thoughtfully.

“I need to run a couple of errands, want to come?” You asked and he nodded. Joe and Ja'Marr had a couple of meetings to attend so you left him behind and headed out.

You dragged Andrei around the mall for an hour or so, amused at his complaints and whining.

“Can we please go now? I’m starving,” Andrei groaned as you browsed through the racks of clothes.

“I need to pick up a few things first,” you replied with a laugh.

Andrei let out another exaggerated sigh and leaned against a nearby wall, crossing his arms over his chest. You lost sight of him for 10 minutes before he found you again with a cheeky grin.

“I picked something out,” he said and you turned to look at him. Your eyes settled on the Bengals’ orange corset top that left little to the imagination. You knew he was messing around but feeling bold, you decided to take it a step further.

“I’ll have to try it on, come on,” you said and his eyes widened as you pulled him towards the dressing room.

Your heart raced as you pulled Andrei into the small dressing room. You could see the surprise and excitement in his eyes as you closed the door behind you.

"Turn around," you commanded softly, and he obeyed, facing the wall.

You quickly stripped off your shirt and slipped on the corset top, struggling a bit with the laces in the back. "Can you help me?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Andrei turned slowly, his breath catching as he took in the sight of you in the revealing top. His hands trembled slightly as he reached for the laces, gently tightening them.

"Is that okay?" he asked, his voice husky.

You nodded, unable to speak as you felt the heat of his body so close to yours. You turned to face him, your eyes meeting his in the mirror.

"What?”

“Nothing,” he said strained. “It looks good.”

You smirked at the reaction from him, turning around so that you were now face to face. His eyes instantly dropped to your chest and you giggled.

“Eyes up here, babe,” you teased, and his cheeks flushed.

“You are torturing me,” he said, leaning closer to you. Your heart fluttered as you looked down at his lips and you started to lean in until you were interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Everything okay in there?” A saleswoman called out and you moved backwards quickly before replying.

“We should probably go,” you mumbled and he nodded, not saying anything and following you out.

The rest of your friends met up at Joe’s later that night to hang out by his pool and you were laying back on a lounger when Andrei came out. You shamelessly checked him out, admiring his sculpted figure due to clear dedication to the sport. He smirked as he caught you, sauntering over cockily.

“Eyes up here, babe,” he mocked, and you rolled your eyes as he plopped down next to you. The two of you sat silently for a moment, watching your other friends splash around in the pool. The tension from earlier in the day still lingered between you, like an unspoken promise of something more.

"So, about earlier..." Andrei began, his voice low and serious.

Your heart rate quickened as you turned to face him. "Yeah?"

He opened his mouth to continue but was interrupted by Joe calling out to you both. "Hey, lovebirds! Are you going to join us or what?"

You felt your cheeks flush at Joe's comment, and you also noticed Andrei's ears turning red. He stood up quickly, offering you his hand. You joined the rest of your friends in the pool, lazily swimming around while talking to people.

“Are you still taking that one chick to the season opener gala next week?” You heard Ja’Marr ask, and you turned to see that he was talking to Andrei. Joe shot you a nervous look and your heart sank. Andrei followed Joe’s line of sight to you and stumbled in his reply.

“Yeah,” he mumbled, watching you make your way to the stairs of the pool. He followed after you grabbing your arm as he made it out.

“Y/n,” he said and you turned to him with a coldness in your eyes, refusing to let him know that you were upset.

“What?” you said impatiently.

“I’m sorry,” he said and you huffed.

“About what?” You asked sarcastically. “About leading me on for the past month just to go out with someone else?”

“It’s not like that,” he defended.

“You’re right. We aren’t dating. You’re allowed to fuck whoever you want and I’ll do the same,” you said angrily and his eyes darkened with irritation at your words.

As you turned to leave, Andrei stepped in front of you, blocking your path. His eyes were filled with a mix of desperation and determination.

"I didn't make a choice," he said firmly. "I agreed to take her weeks ago, before... before things changed between us."

You crossed your arms, trying to maintain your composure. "And what exactly has changed between us, Andrei? Because from where I'm standing, it seems like nothing has."

He flinched at your words and you moved past him, heading into the house and change back into your clothes.

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Joe had ended up asking you to be his date to the gala and you had happily accepted. You and Andrei hadn’t spoken since that night a week ago. Fiddling with your bag, Joe glanced over at you from the driver’s seat.

“You look good y/n. It’s going to drive him crazy,” he said and your head snapped over to him and he gave you a knowing look. “What? Think I’ve been oblivious to you two making heart eyes at each other and then not speaking after Ja’Marr mentioned his date? Why do you think I asked you to be mine?”

“Because you love my company,” you said pouting and he laughed.

“I do, but I also love Andrei and want him to pull his head out of his ass,” he said and you sighed, turning to look out the window.

“Might be too late for that,” you said and you felt Joe roll his eyes at you.

“Whatever, you’re just as lovesick as he is,” he said. Pulling up to the Bengals’ facility, you slipped your arm through Joe’s following him in. He garnered a lot of attention in his entrance and you chatted with familiar faces, stuck to his side.

As you and Joe made your way through the crowded gala, you couldn't help but scan the room for Andrei. Your heart raced when you finally spotted him looking devastatingly handsome in a tailored suit across the room. He was standing next to a beautiful blonde woman, who you assumed was his date, but his eyes were fixed on you.

Joe leaned in close to whisper in your ear, "He hasn't taken his eyes off you since we walked in."

You tried to ignore the flutter in your stomach at Joe's words, instead focusing on the conversation around you. But you could feel Andrei's gaze burning into you, making it difficult to concentrate on anything else.

As the night wore on, you found yourself constantly aware of Andrei's presence in the room. You caught him looking your way more times than you could count, and each time your eyes met, the tension between you seemed to get closer and closer to boiling over.

Eventually he caught you alone as you were grabbing a drink.

“Andrei,” you said greeting him with a neutral expression.

“Y/n,” he replied and you looked over to where his date was sitting, talking to another player.

“She’s gorgeous,” you commented.

“She isn’t you,” he replied and you met his gaze once again and he held his hand out. “Come outside with me?”

Sighing, you took it, following him out to get some fresh air. You didn’t say anything as he turned to face you and his hand came out instinctively to brush a piece of hair from your face.

“I wanted it to be you with me tonight,” he said and your lips pressed into a thin line.

“Then why wasn’t it?” You questioned and he sighed, looking away.

“Because I was scared I would mess up,” he admitted.

You felt your resolve beginning to crumble as you looked into Andrei's earnest eyes. The cool night air swirled around you both, carrying the faint sounds of the gala inside.

"Mess up what exactly?" you asked softly, needing to hear him say it.

Andrei took a deep breath, his hand reaching out to gently grasp yours. "Us. This thing between us. I've never felt this way about anyone before, and it terrifies me."

Your heart raced at his words, but you held back, still guarding yourself. "So instead of talking to me about it, you decided to bring someone else?"

He winced, looking genuinely remorseful. "I know. It was stupid. I thought maybe if I tried to move on, these feelings would go away. But they didn't. And then things started shifting between us and it was already too late.”

You stood there, processing his words. The tension between you was palpable, electric in the cool night air. You wanted to believe him, to let your guard down, but the hurt from the past week still lingered.

"Andrei," you started, your voice barely above a whisper. "I can't just forget how I felt seeing you with her tonight."

He stepped closer, his eyes pleading. "I know, and I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. All I could think about the whole time I was in there was you. How I wished it was you by my side."

Your breath hitched as he reached up to cup your cheek, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

"I want you, Y/N. Only you," he said, his voice low and intense. "I was an idiot for not realizing it sooner, for not acting on it. Please give me a chance.”

“Okay,” you whispered and a grin broke out on his face.

“Can I kiss you?”

Your heart raced as you nodded, barely able to breathe out a soft "Yes" before Andrei's lips were on yours. The kiss was tentative at first, as if he was afraid you might change your mind. But as you melted into him, wrapping your arms around his neck, the kiss deepened, becoming more passionate and urgent.

Andrei's hands found your waist, pulling you closer as he poured months of pent-up emotion into the kiss. You could feel the electricity coursing through your body, every nerve ending alive with sensation.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathless. Andrei rested his forehead against yours, a smile playing on his lips.

"I've been wanting to do that for so long," he murmured, his thumb tracing small circles.

“You weren't the only one,” you replied, settling your head into his chest.

[totheblood]

Helloo :D

Can you do hcs of what it would be like to be friends w benefits with ellie 🫣

a/n: i been waiting on this one ngl... fwb is like the best and worst trope to me... IM SORRY IM SO SICK IN THE HEAD I LOVE U TOXIC ELLIE... also this is modern!ellie.. if this isn't what u meant then im so sorry and i will rewrite it.. not smut but smutty? AI AUDIOS AT THE END

p,s. i lost this when i finished it cause tumblr is the worst and i had to rewrite it so this is a testament of how much i love you guys and i am so sorry if u hate it

fwb!ellie headcanons

it kind of just happened one night after your friends abandoned you at a party and ellie offered to walk you home

you were always close friends with ellie but had gone to the party with a different friend group

...your straight friend group

and you were touch-starved

and ellie was TOUCH-STARVED

so when your tipsy ass asked ellie if she wanted to come inside with you she couldn't say yes fast enough

if she was being honest she was tipsy too

and high

and the alcohol coursing through both of your systems just amplified every touch

it would start gentle with soft kisses

but quickly pick up pace as you moan into her mouth

she wouldn't even make it to your bedroom, pushing you up against the wall and kneeing you

your moans only cause her to want to feel you, her asking for permission before ever touching you

her hands eagerly undo your belt before snapping the waistband of your panties with her fingers

she dips her fingers into your underwear, quickly rubbing circles into your clit

"shit... i'm barely touching you and you're already soaking wet."

"fuck, ellie."

"fuck, you feel so good... this all for me?"

but promptly after fucking you ellie feels sick to her stomach

it's like the reality that she has now fucked her very close friend, who she has always thought was pretty, hits her all at once

so she's quickly throwing her t-shirt on and frantically looking around your place for her flannel

"you're leaving?"

you break her out of her trance and as she looks at your swollen lips and worried eyes her brain is telling her: run, run, run

if it wasn't clear before ellie has no idea how to deal with her feelings

like at all

all she really knows how to feel is guilt & horniness

"yeah well, this wasn't anything serious... we're just friends, right?"

"right, yeah, i know that. it's just really late and cold. you can take the couch.

"right... thanks."

yes, ellie is disappointed that you weren't disappointed and yes, that's toxic

but you were disappointed and there is no way in hell you would be caught dead admitting that

ellie is gone by the morning

it continues every night for about a month straight

one of you is either calling or texting and ending up in the other's bed night after night

ellie will occasionally spend the night (on your couch) and wake you up for your morning classes

or wake up early and buy you breakfast

she tells herself that since she's not cooking the breakfast it doesn't make it coupley

sometimes you two will go out for dinner beforehand... it's not a date it's what ellie likes to call a 'pre-workout snack'

you two will study together and celebrate your grades on tests by trying new things out with each other

"you got an A-? so i'm getting fucking lucky tonight… hell yea"

soon enough she's leaving every party with you

and waiting by the phone for you to call

and thinking about what you are doing

or what you are wearing

and it's all really nice

until it begins to overwhelm her and suddenly she feels like she can't breathe

she didn't like how everyone began to call you a "couple" or how much it bothered her when you would talk about people you were attracted to

or how she wanted to punch their faces in

so she begins to avoid all your texts and calls and avoids going to every party she's invited to

she doesn't even check your social media anymore

it all comes to a head when she's walking on campus and spots you coming from the opposite direction causing her to immediately turn around

"hey, ellie! what the fuck?"

she turns around, an awkward look on her face and all she manages to say is: "what's up?"

"what's up? what's up is that you've been avoiding me. all my texts and calls. what gives?"

"i'm just over it. it got too... close.. for me. you're not my girlfriend so stop acting like you are!"

the minute it leaves her mouth and she watches your face shift from anger to sadness she feels sick to her stomach

"wait, i didn't mean it l-"

"fuck you, ellie."

she goes home and has to stop herself from throwing up

she has no one to talk to about this because she knows she's being an asshole

to make matters worse all she really wants to do is talk to you about it

and she can't

so she just wallows in her apartment and avoids you as much as she can

until she can't

her heart nearly stops when she receives a call from you in the middle of the night and you're crying on the other end asking her to pick you up

"ellie, i'm so so sorry... i wouldn't do this to you if i didn't have a choice but they all left me and i didn't know who else to call and... i need you."

"sh, it's okay... hold on, baby. i will be right there. everything will be okay."

she blows through a couple of stop signs on the way to get you and her heart breaks at the sight of your tear-stained face

"hey, are you o-"

"please just drive, ellie."

ellie takes you back to your place and you fully expect her to leave but she helps you upstairs, takes off your makeup, and tucks you in

you fully expected her to leave but when you wake up she's there in your kitchen

and she made you breakfast

"ellie, what are you d-"

"hey, you're up. do you think you could sit down, have some eggs, and just listen to what i have to say? can you do that?"

"um, sure?"

she takes a deep breath before starting and you make note of how she avoids eye contact with you

"i'm not good at this… or i thought i wasn't good at it and it scared the shit out of me. my whole world became you and i was looking forward to seeing you, and talking to you, and touching you, and i got so scared that it could all get taken away at any moment. so scared that i just sabotaged the one good thing in my life. i'm so sorry, is there anyway you could forgive me?"

"of course i can, you freak"

ai audios:

[devilfic]

Just an idea, but this is something I often do with my own grannies. So sometimes when I come visit, we'll chat and gossip about random things like what parties happened the night b4 in the community and how I got called into work b'cuzz I'm a matron at the station (I never give names I only call em by their prisoner #'s) and I just give em a general synopsis of what I had to deal with b'cuzz they were screaming, or banging on the door or flipping oit etc, or I show them some true crime podcasts or some interesting documentary about how barbies were made or something other. And then there's visits where we don't even talk, we just sit down in silence while the tv's on or the radio, while having some tea and snacks or supper if I come by at dinner time, and we just enjoy each other's company, it's honestly the best visits when we do that. So just imagine doing that with Battinson Bruce, no talking, just peaceful silence while he works and enjoying each other's presence while also enjoying Alfred's tea and snacks. That'd be so wholesome, and then he walks you home, or you just crash on his couch. That'd be so nice, just something platonic and sweet.

❝I want us both to eat well❞

plot: "It’s so complicated staying alive sometimes." — your friendship with the elusive vigilante is a special one in many ways. pairing: platonic!battinson!bruce wayne x gn!reader. cw: partially inspired by the poem "our beautiful life when it’s filled with shrieks" by christopher citro, fluff, reader used to live on the street, reader knows batman's identity, bruce being bad at managing his meal times bc justice never sleeps, platonic but you can read it any way you want to. words: 1.5k. a/n: this is such a sweet anecdote, and I have had some not so great writer's block, so I really appreciated having a simple idea to work with! there is quite a bit of talking but it's not an devilfic fic if they don't yap a bit

It is a verifiable fact that Bruce will not eat at a reasonable time unless you make him.

I mean, he does eat. There are meal preps in the fridge that he unfreezes at sunrise, and there are pre-workout protein shakes and bowls of fruit Alfred leaves for him to graze on, and every once in a while he’ll come upstairs to the dinner table—Bruce and Alfred both know these particular dinners are as much case debriefs as they are eating together, but they’re together and there’s food on the table, and that’s something. Isn’t it?

But for all his effort, Alfred has never been as efficient as you.

You bump Bruce’s shoulder with dinner, a greasy paper bag full of what you promised would make up for the calories, and he inches his book away before you can get anything on it. He feels the residue on his skin, though. “Alright, up and at ‘em. Eat this before it gets any colder than it already is.”

“What is it? Exactly?”

You set the bag on his desk and hand him one paper-wrapped burger and a set of (admittedly) delicious looking fries. “That, my good man, is a delicacy on my side of town. Bizzby’s Burgers. I even splurged and got you a large ‘cause I know you’ll like it.”

Bruce can’t remember the last time he had either of these. As he plucks a fry out of its container, he wonders if it’ll taste good enough to jog his memory. You swear by it, and it feels like he’s more willing to just take your word for it these days. “You didn’t have to.”

“It’s alright. It’s your money anyway.”

“That’s not how a job works.” Bruce watches you drag a stool over to his side and take a seat, catching only a whiff of the rain clinging to the very ends of your sleeves. It was good to know the money he spent on your new jacket was worth it. “You earned it, it’s yours.”

“You gonna finger that fry all night or you gonna tell me I’m amazing?” Bruce grimaces at your choice of words. He takes a bite and, yeah, he sees where all the grease came from, but he’d be lying if he said it didn’t taste good. “Well?”

“It’s good.”

“I’m amazing, right?”

“This is a delicacy?”

“Don’t be a smartass, rich boy.”

“I’m just asking a question.”

You take out your own food and he realizes you’ve got onion rings instead of fries. You stuff one into your mouth, savoring the taste for a little longer than necessary, and really—they can’t be that good. “When gramps ran the place, he’d usually sneak me something at the end of the night. Whatever the others didn’t take home. But it’s been ten years since his son took over and he’s a real hardass about that stuff. I would’ve sworn off the place for good if it wasn’t for the fact that he cooks just like his fucking dad.”

Bruce used to follow you when this all started—a precaution he took to ensure there was no conflict of interest on your part—and this Bizzby’s Burgers sat smack dab between your favorite alley and the shelter. He used to wonder why you never really went in, always lingering outside like it used to be your home, once. Now he knows.

You bring out the sodas next, except he didn’t want a soda, and the next best thing to a fountain drink at Bizzby’s is a milkshake. It’s strawberry and more milk than ice cream at this point, but Bruce dutifully reviews it for you all the same. His desk is slowly becoming a mess from dinner, but it’s been a slow road getting you to take up space like this again. He can be bothered not to be bothered.

“I thought you were just shy, or maybe didn’t trust me, but you really don’t talk much. Do you?” Your question sounds like it’s already been answered in the tone you use.

“I talk when I have something to say.”

“Yeah. You don’t just fill in the silences like some people.” Bruce thinks that’s all you have to say on the matter, but he should know better. You like talking to him. “People pretend you don’t exist when you live on the street. I think they feel guilty, but you sort of get it into your head that maybe you really don’t exist after all. That you stop existing the second you end up here- or… there. I guess. I’m not there anymore.” You look far away in that moment. Bruce watches your eyes flicker, stuck on some unknown memory of a life much harder lived, but then you come back to yourself eventually, “You scared the shit out of me back when we first met.”

Most people remembered him for the fear. You had shrunk in on yourself when he appeared, shivering from the shock or the wind chill or the lack of sleep that clung to your drooping eyes.

Bruce keeps eye contact with you, biting into his burger so slowly that the paper doesn’t even crinkle.

“Like that,” you grumble. “You just can’t help yourself, can you?”

“Help what?”

“Look, that’s not the point. My point was that, like, you were so scary when you first found me in that alley. I thought… I thought you were going to beat me to a pulp over something I didn’t do… or worse, something I did do. You started talking and it felt like all the sound dropped out around me. Like tunnel vision. Like I was the only thing in front of you, and it scared me. Even when you were silent, it felt like… I existed too much. I was too seen. It was overwhelming. But now that I know you…” Bruce’s eyebrow rises. He spares no energy for any other reaction. “It’s kind of nice.”

He wasn’t expecting that. He doesn’t know how to take it; he knows it’s a good thing but in the way a compliment sandwich is mostly a good thing. “Kind of nice” was mostly a good thing.

You must see the uncertainty in his face—a rare occasion he doesn’t hide it—because you rectify your wording, “It is nice. You see me and I exist and I know I exist because you treat me like a person. It was jarring back then but now it feels pretty good. So thanks for scaring the shit out of me, I guess.”

You squirm in your seat, taking a long drag from your straw as you wait for him to say something. Bruce leans further back into his chair, gazing sidelong at you.

In reality, he didn’t quite understand how anyone could miss you.

He’d seen plenty of people just like you on Gotham’s streets, turned away from shelters and scared out of gang territory, and yet you had stuck out to him. When he’d found you curled up in the dark, rain drenching through your clothes, it had been just his luck that you had been witness to exactly what he needed to know, and it was even more his luck that—after the catatonia wore off—you told him everything.

And you caught his eye again, and again, and again. Always on some street corner, shrinking away from the crowds but always on the outskirts, hanging onto the coattails of the bigger bads he stalked after. He supposed you just had something about you. It was hard to trust gut feelings about people in this city (sweetness turned rotten all too suddenly), but so far, he’d been right about you. “You’re welcome.”

You still at his voice. You catch his eyes and something softens in you. Then you sniffle, and Bruce kicks on the heater beneath his desk.

The two of you continue to eat and Bruce waits for you to share something else, but nothing comes up. When dinner’s trashed, you watch from the couch as he works away on a case you have nothing to do with, Bruce waiting for questions that never come.

It’s two in the morning when he hears your first snore. Then six when you come down from the bathroom with a tray of coffee. He thinks it’s Alfred’s, but one sip and he knows it has to be yours; it’s different, not as clear as he's used to, but not unpleasant. Did you ask Alfred to show you how to make it? Or did you just know, and this was how you liked it? You don’t say anything as you sit with him again, eyes crusted over with sleep as you huddle closer for warmth.

It’s Bruce who speaks first, eventually, “I'll call you a cab.”

“Nah, it’s fine. It's a subway kind of morning.” You hoist your bag onto your shoulders, a pound heavier with all the snacks Alfred slipped you in the kitchen. “I can meet you in Chinatown tomorrow night. I know a place with spring rolls to die for.”

Bruce hums, holding the front door open for you, “If you’re willing to wait for me.”

You punch his arm and it catches up to him that he hadn't expected it, that you could've done something much worse and he'd have missed it because... well, because he knew you wouldn't. He feels safe with you.

You’re all smiles, none the wiser. "Who else am I gonna gossip with?"