Right Place, Right Time
Summary: When you think you have gone to the wrong exercise class, you decide that maybe this is the class for you after all. Especially when you see the cute instructor.
Word Count: 1266
Pairings: Fitness Instructor!Steve x Plus Sized!Female Reader
Warnings: Some insecurities
You had made the decision to start getting into shape. Nothing too extreme, just some exercises to gain a little strength, build a little stamina and maybe lose some weight in the process (not that you were in a rush to do that part). So far, you couldn’t find a class that you liked. You felt so insecure around all the other girls that were a lot skinnier than you and it hurt that some of them openly bullied you. Also, some of the classes left you too sore to do anything else. Luckily, this was all about to change.
…
You first heard about this class at the community centre from a flyer in your apartment building and thought you would give it a try. When you got there however, you felt a little out of place. Looking around at the people at the desks and chairs that had been set up in front of a whiteboard, you noticed all the other people attending the class were women much older than you. Some could be your mother, other your grandmother.
“Hello, are you looking to join?”
You turned to look at whom the voice belonged to, only to see a gorgeous blond man smiling at you.
“Uh… is this the Improve Our Bodies and Minds class?” you asked, feeling butterflies creep into your stomach.
“It certainly is. Come take a seat. We’re about to begin.”
Shyly, you took a seat at the back of the class. The woman sitting next to you nudged your arm, making you look at her. She bobbed her head in the direction of the man at the front of the class writing on the board and waggled her eyebrows as if to say, “Pretty cute, right?” You smiled politely and nodded. She grinned and turned her attention to the front as the instructor began speaking.
“Welcome, everyone! For those newcomers, my name is Steve Rogers and I’ll be your instructor. In these classes, we’ll start with ways we can take care of our body, then move onto some exercise and finally end with a brain game as it’s important to exercise our minds too.”
Steve began the class by asking some of the ways things can go wrong in life. Everyone offered suggestions, from falls and accidents to diseases. Next, he asked how you could avoid some of those things. Some were simple solutions, others he recommended going to a doctor although if ever you feel like something isn’t right, you should go to the doctor anyway.
Next, you got up to exercise, moving to stand in a circle in the cleared space of the room. Steve put on some music and began with a slow warmup which merged into a little bit harder workout so subtly, you barely noticed the pace had picked up. He was funny too.
“Oh-no, here comes the ex. We gotta push them away. And push, and push,” he instructed, marching on the spot and making a pushing motion in time with the music.
The group laughed and copied the movement.
“Looks like they didn’t get the hint. Now we gotta punch them. And punch, punch, punch… by the way ladies, I don’t actually recommend punching your ex if you see them…”
This earned another laugh.
“Now we’re going to be like the can-can dancers. And kick, and kick,” he instructed, kicking his leg in front and repeating the action with his opposite leg. “Only go as high as you can manage. We don’t want to be hurting ourselves…”
Steve was also caring.
“Good job listening to your body, Gertrude,” Steve praised as one of the women sat down, looking fatigued.
She still participated the best she could from her seated position.
You were puffing but not wheezing, sweating but not drenched in it and best of all, you were having fun. Steve could run circles around the sadistic woman who ran that spin class you went to.
Steve ended the section with some stretches and balance exercises.
“Great job, ladies!” he cheered, giving you an applause. “There’s water, tea, coffee and fruit for you. Feel free to help yourselves.”
You grabbed yourself some fruit and a cup of water and headed back to your seat for the brain games. Steve erased what he had written earlier and wrote out the alphabet.
“For this game, we’re going think of dog breeds that start with each letter of the alphabet. Who would like to start?”
A few hands went up and Steve selected people. At first, it was easy. Akita, beagle, corgi, dalmatian but as you got closer to the end of the alphabet, it got a lot more tricky. You were all wracking your brains to come up with something.
“I can see the gears turning,” Steve grinned.
Eventually, you had to give up when no one could think of a breed starting with Z. With that, you all said your goodbyes and packed up.
“Did you enjoy your first class here?” Steve asked you, stacking the chairs away.
“It was a lot of fun,” you confessed, helping him with his task. “I definitely want to come again.”
“That’s great,” Steve smiled.
There goes that swarm of butterflies again. As you made your way home, you already couldn’t wait for your next session.
…
Over the next few weeks, you were really starting to enjoy your exercise classes. You bonded with the ladies, had fun and you could go to Steve with all your health questions. Not once did he make you feel unimportant or stupid when you asked him things and although he was not a qualified nutritionist, he would assist you in any dietary questions where he could. The ladies would also try and encourage you to ask him out on a date.
One day after class, you were once again helping Steve pack up the room. You noticed he was a little fidgety now compared to all the other times you had been alone.
“Steve, is everything okay?” you asked.
“Yeah… yeah, um… I just, I wanted to ask you something?”
“Oh?”
“Yeah… I was just wondering, if… maybe you would like to go out on a date sometime…”
Steve blushed furiously, looking away. You found him really cute seeing him all shy and awkward compared to the confidant and sometimes flirty guy that instructed you all.
“I’d love to go on a date with you, Steve,” you smiled.
“Really? That’s awesome! I… I hope you don’t think I’m the kind of guy that does this to get women,” he blushed.
“No, I don’t think that. I can tell you’re a sweet guy who cares a lot about his clients… Although, I’d keep my eye on Barbara if I were you. She really has a thing for you,” you playfully teased.
Steve laughed.
“So, pick you up at six?”
“It’s a date,” you agreed.
You couldn’t believe your luck. You were embarrassed when you first came to this place thinking you had come to the wrong class but here you were walking out feeling more confident about yourself, gaining a few friends and to top it all off, going on a date with the attractive man who ran the class. It just goes to show that life is all about timing and sometimes you just get it right.
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