#maltilda smedius x reader

[pinkykitten]

Fallen Workout

Overwatch

Brigitte Lindholm x male! reader

Warning: none

Specifics: workout, gym, comedy, dancing, lil fluff, race neutral reader

People: Brigitte Lindholm, you

Words: 657

Requested: By anonymous *pulls up to drive thru window* uhhhh lemme get a briggete from overwatch fic where you see her at the gym and try to impress her with your mad skillzz but end up like fallin or something and reader gets embarrassed but brigette low key thinks it’s cute?? Thank u my dude I have a MighTy need 👌👌👌👌👌👌

Authors Note: thank u so much for being my first overwatch request! i luv brigitte so writing this made me so happy. sorry for it being short, i had writers block and i tried to make it good. also this is the first time i have written twice in a day and u know what I LUV IT!!! so anyways i hope u guys like this and let me know what you think :) PEACE!

“Gym day, woohoo the best day of the week,” you said aloud sarcastically grabbing your workout duffel bag. 

You were part of Overwatch, which meant you had to compete with the rest of the other men. 

When you arrived at the gym you saw some of your co-workers there. As you entered through the opened door your eyes met someone who you wished was not there. Brigitte. 

It wasn’t that you didn’t like her, it was actually quite the opposite. Seeing her in all her glory, in all her toughness kinda intimidated you. She was the definition of a strong woman. Your eyes opened wide, you were unable to move. 

“C’mon y/n, play it cool. You got this,” you repeated in your head. 

From time to time you thought about her, she was extremely beautiful and you wouldn’t say that you didn’t have a tiny crush on her. 

You shook off the nervous feeling and straightened your back. 

She was currently lifting weights. Feeling confident in yourself you also lifted some weights. Trying to show as much muscle to her was your goal. 

Nothing, nada, zip, she didn’t even give you a tiny glance. It was as if you were invisible. 

After that she walked to the treadmills. You wanting to follow her and get her attention also did the same. You started off slow, only jogging slightly, but then you noticed what number she was on. Man could she run! Her eyes were focused and her sweat coated her forehead. She was in the zone!

Nodding to yourself you made the speed faster. Your legs were starting to burn and you also had started to sweat. 

Just then “Mi Gente” -  J Balvin, Willy William started playing on the speakers. 

“Thats it,” you thought. “I’ll get her attention by dancing.”

You slowed down your treadmill, you hips started moving with the song. Your legs were going from side to side to you dancing. Brigitte had her focus on her working out, but then you saw her expression turn to you. At first it was just tiny glances, giving you odd looks as if you were weird. To be honest you kinda were because you gave her a sultry face, never looking away from her orbs. She then started giggling at your silliness. 

You began doing the carlton dance, which made her laugh at you more. She even started blushing a bit because of your funny dance moves. Everyone was looking at you. 

You wanted to try a new move so you put your feet next to each other. Then everything happened so quickly.

(not my gif! this was you tho)

You fell and slid back. Brigitte stopped her treadmill and came running to you. 

“Oh my god are you okay?”

You groaned from the pain and from the embarrassment. Here you were trying to be this hot shot and you turned out to be that guy that fell.

Brigitte assisted you in sitting up, she even went to go get your water bottle.

“My head hurts but I think I’ll be fine,” you said awkwardly. You peered around the gym and noticed everyone STARING!!!! 

“God I made a fool out of myself.”

Brigitte then started to giggle, “I didn’t think you were a fool. I found you quite funny actually. Plus I thought you trying to get my attention was...cute.”

Thats it, you wished you could of run away and hide from all this. You shook your head, “I’m sorry I know that was probably weird.”

“Maybe at first but don’t worry you’re fine. Hey how about me and you go get lunch I heard they have a great janssons frestelse nearby.”

“Whats that,” you ask.

“Well, if you decide to go I can tell you on the way. C’mon”

Hey even though you made a fool out of yourself you still managed to get a lunch date. Maybe this plan wasn’t so bad after all.