#my sweats and trainers are comfortable and i feel safe and able to move in them

[fingertipsmp3]

I was really sitting here like “2023 is the best year I’ve had in a long time in terms of ‘not trying to kill me’, I haven’t gotten sick once” and then I remembered the fucking catastrophic knee dislocation that’s had me limping since May

[shorkbrian]

i’m sorry but i luv your writing/thot process so i have to share this: imagine superstar trainer kiri marrying ur mom. he’s only a few years older (and you had a crush on him first) so you avoid him bc you’re shy/uncomfortable with it. your plans are foiled when mom’s away and y’all are stuck at home during a snow storm, power out, no heat/gas, and no matter how many layers u use nothing beats body heat. kiri is so sweet and just wants to get close and keep you warm/see whats under ur sweats

I’m literally melting rn 

Like imagine Kiri shuffling closer to you on the couch, scooting underneath the blankets you have piled around your body.

He keeps getting closer and closer and closer until he’s pressed up against you, and he feels like a heater, warm and cozy and comfortable. You don’t mind burrowing down into his side a bit, only blushing a little when the big man chuckles at your behavior.

There’s a movie playing on the TV, but you’re kind of sleepy, and your stepdad feels so sturdy and safe against your side, and you’re finally warming to a comfortable temperature, and before you know it, you’re fast asleep.

When you wake up, you’re laying down on a solid surface, heat wrapped around your body and trapped beneath the blankets. The surface rumbles and shifts, and only then do you realize that Kirishima must have moved you.

The room is dark, TV off, lights out. The wind is still howling and moaning outside like a mourner at a grave, beating against the windows and crying to the sky.

Lifting your head means you get a view of Kiri’s face, of his handsome, relaxed self as he gazes down at you, a pleased, soft smile on his features.

You go to apologize for falling asleep on him and for inconveniencing him, but Kirishima doesn’t let you. “It’s warmer this way, plus, I like holding something while I sleep.”

He has his arms wrapped around you, thick biceps pressing heavy against your shoulders, keeping you flush to his muscular chest. You blush a little at the position, shifting your legs and trying not to do anything weird.

But in moving your legs around, you find yourself straddling his thigh, the stocky limb flexing underneath your weight, Kirishima twitching.

“Sorry-” You blush again, intending on moving, but your stepdad drops a hand to your hip, steadying you.

“No, don’t apologize, I get it.” He winks at you, before jiggling his thigh a bit, settling you down further onto it. “I remember doing stuff like this back in high school, I know it feels good.”

A long moment of silence stretched between you two as you processed his words, feeling increasingly awkward.

“Um, okay...” Was all you could come up with.

Kirishima laughed a bit. “You’ve never cuddled with anyone before? It’s nice, isn’t it? ‘Specially with the heat out like this. Power went out while you were sleeping.”

You felt a little silly now, ducking your head and dropping your gaze. That would explain why the lights were off. You had just assumed the movie had finished playing and your stepdad had turned it off, but apparently that wasn’t the case. 

“Temp’s gonna drop fast, we’re probably going to have to use good ‘ole body heat while we sleep. You wanna move to the bed? Or just sleep here?”

A shrug, and Kirishima smiled. “Okie-doke, bed it is. Thank goodness, my back would kill me if I tried to sleep on the couch. Gettin’ old s’no fun.”

The man sat up, and you quickly disentangled yourself from him, ignoring the way his thigh rubbed in between your legs as he moved about. As soon as you felt the chill of the room, you shivered, clacking your teeth together and snatching the blanket tight around yourself.

“Oh, that’s so cold, fuck.”

“Hey, watch your language-” Kirishima chided, rising to his feet as he gathered the rest of the blankets up into his arms. “No potty mouths in this house, yeah? Keep it clean.”

He’d been married to your mom for almost a year now, and Kirishima had easily fallen into the “father figure” role, despite the fact that it wasn’t necessarily needed.

But you indulged him by laughing at his corny dad jokes, complimenting the various meats he grilled for meals, keeping your judgements about his questionable fashion choices to yourself instead of blurting them out to his face.

Kirishima led the way to the master bedroom, the room he shared with your mom, stating that the bed was bigger, it’d be more comfortable. Did you really expect him to fit into your bed?

He was a big man, strong and solid. He was able to throw you over one shoulder, your mom over the other, and run around the house whooping while the two of you laughed and pounded on his back.

“Alright-” Kirishima tossed his armful of blankets onto the bed he shared with your mom, immediately fluffing them up and pulling at the edges until he was satisfied.

The man pulled back the edge, holding it ups as he turned to you. “Head on inside!”

It was cold at first, the sheets and blankets chilly. You snuggled up to Kirishima as soon as the big man laid down, making him laugh a bit as your teeth chattered together.

“S-sorry it’s just so-so c-cold.” You explained.

“Your nose is all red, you look so cute.” His smile is warm, his hands even warmer as they begin to rub up and down your sides.

You don’t know how to respond, let yourself relax into the comforting touch, his fingertips dancing over your sweater.

“So.....” Kiri starts “You’ve never had a boyfriend then? You got so quiet when I asked if you’ve cuddled with someone before.”

A blush rose to your cheeks, and you shook your head. “No, I have. I broke up with him a little bit before you and mom started dating.”

The redhead’s quiet for a moment, then tucks his chin over your head, drawing you closer into his chest. “I’m sorry. Relationships can be hard, I know.”

“It was for the best, I think.” You continue, letting your stepdad rub your back as you talked. “We just didn’t really jive well together I guess. Wish we’d figured that out sooner though.”

The man pressed against you is so sturdy, solid and radiating heat like a furnace. It’s easy to relax in his easy-going presence.

“Well, if you ever miss cuddling, don’t hesitate to come find me, yeah? It’s one of my favorites.”

Kirishima was a touchy man, and it was obvious that his love language was touch, so it made sense. He always had his thick arms wrapped around your mom, was holding her hand, holding yours, placing kisses on your cheeks, kissing your mom every chance he got.

Sometimes he asked you to brush out his hair for him, when you weren’t busy or anything. He’d relax into jelly as you ran the hairbrush through his red locks, contented little sighs falling from his lips.

“Okay, I’ll do that.” You chuckle, thinking to yourself how the world had a funny sense of humor.

Truthfully, when you’d first been introduced to the man your mom had recently started dating, you’d developed a hopeless crush. He was attractive, kind, funny; if your mom wasn't dating him, you would’ve asked for his number.

A small part of you was irritated that the man was young enough for you to date him, your mother unbothered by the sugar stereotype she’d developed.

But ah well, what’s done is done.

“You know, I didn’t know what I'd be like having a daughter.” Kirishima soft voice breaks you out of your thoughts. “You’re almost more like.... I dunno, a friend? If that makes sense. I feel like we’re buddies.”

“Yeah, I feel like that too.” You confess, breathing into his neck, able to smell the cologne he uses, something heady and strong and manly.

A comfortable silence settles around you both, nothing but soft breaths and Kirishima’s warm hands rubbing gently over your body, against your sides, up and down your back, massaging your shoulders.

They traveled too close to your tummy, and you choked out a laugh, flinching away from Kirishima.

“Don’t, ‘m ticklish.” Came your breathless, giggly warning.

“Yeah? Yeah?” The redhead grinned, a glint in his eye, barely noticeable before he pounced, rolling over until you were smothered beneath his hefty weight, unable to move.

Horrible, terrible fingers descended, dug into your ribs and you shrieked, wide smile breaking across your features as your stepdad tickled you.

This is what happiness was made of.

Warm and fuzzy, the smell of rain, the sound of it pattering against the roof. Strong arms around you, a laugh on your lips.

Kirishima’s thigh slipped in between yours, pressed upwards, and you choked on a breath, hands immediately clutching at the man’s biceps.

“You’re so sensitive, it’s so cute.”

No time to say his name, ask any questions. He was situating you on your side, legs tangled with his, a big, beefy thigh still flush against your clothed sex.

“Mm, you ever do this with your boyfriend?” The redhead was moving, hands gripping your waist now, dragging you along his thigh, and you kept bumping up against his chest, his toned stomach.

“Yes-yeah.” Was your breathless reply, head whirling, eyes wide. This isn’t really what you were expecting, not from your stepdad.

But it wasn’t entirely unwelcome.

That’s why you weren’t screaming your head off, recoiling in disgust, scrambling for the phone to call your mom, the police.

No, you were still, pliant against Kirishima as he moved your body, his lazy red eyes fixed on your face. “Hm? Feels nice, doesn’t it? You like it?”

A shaky nod is all you can muster, feeling yourself beginning to drip against your stepdad’s thigh, slick all over your folds, the skin tingling, making your hips jump as your clit pulsed at the stimulation.

God, it felt good.

“You make me so happy, y’know? Such a pretty, smart girl.” He praised, and now you could feel it - feel the cock filling out against your tummy, hot and wet, leaking.

“I really hit the jackpot. A beautiful wife, a gorgeous daughter... I love you so, so much.” Kirishima was breathing heavier, his fingers digging into your hipbones as he dragged you back and forth against him. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. Just wanna take care of you, yeah?  Make you cum lots, whatever you want.”

Almost feverish now, his hips twitching forward, pushing against your tummy again and again, rubbing his cock against your soft flesh, groaning in your ear, breath stuttering-

And then a long moan, a burst of warmth soaking through your pajama shirt, right where the tip of Kiri’s cock rested.

“Oh shit-” He gasped, sucking in air, muscles flexing as he drew back his legs, hands shakily pushing you onto your back.

“That - Jesus, you really got me goin’.” Kiri panted, beginning to kiss at your neck, one of his hands diving into your pajama pants, straight down to strum over your clit.

Already keyed up from the dry humping, veins pumping with excitement, arousal, the thrill of being touched and fondled by your-your stepdad.

A finger teased at your hole, then inched inside, and you bucked your hips, crying out a bit.

“Hey, hey-” He was still a little breathless, a little lightheaded from his orgasm, but the man was determined. 

“It’s okay, it’s okay. I got you. I’m always gonna take care of my girl.”

[megumisbimbo]

Y/N (27) Athletic Trainer*

Ushijima x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, smut, little bit of oral

word count: 1.7k

minors dni please!!

all characters are aged up! (timeskip! ushijima)

a/n: this is my first smut so please be kind HAKDJ

Ushijima’s blunt manner could be seen as frustrating and at times, annoying. But you couldn’t help but appreciate the way he would simply tell it like it is. Like right now.

“I know this is sudden, but I’m interested in you y/n. Would you allow me to take you to dinner?”

Your heart races as you stare into the eyes of one of Japan’s greatest athletes. You were just a lowly athletic trainer, working under the equally as entrancing, Iwaizumi Hajime. Your hands are clammy as they clutch the clipboard that’s pressed against your chest. You had no clue this man had any kind of interest in you, you just worked for him. After all the interactions, the trainings, attending to his injuries, and basically being his personal trainer, he eventually caught feelings.

“Oh um- sure Ushijima-san, I would love to join you for dinner.”

You couldn’t lie, the thought of going out with such a prestigious and revered man sounded amazing, and it’s not like his feelings weren’t reciprocated. You’ve had eyes for Ushijima ever since Iwaizumi-san assigned you to him. It’s truly a dream come true that he developed feelings for you, and you were not going to pass this opportunity up.

“I’ll pick you up around 6 then.” He says, face straight and confident.

Your voice is caught in the back of your throat, but you manage to muster out a quick “sure.”

You race home eager to doll yourself up for the occasion. You finally had a date with the one guy that made you feel like more than just an employee. He was always so attentive. Constantly caring about how you were doing. He would greet you without fail, even if you weren’t working with him that day. Iwaizumi seemed to notice as well, always poking fun at the thought of losing “his best trainer” to a “very handsome, and very interested man.” You brushed off his teases, denying any sort of feeling for the ace. Deep down you knew your feelings. How your face felt 100 times hotter when he stood next to you, and how hard it was to keep your composure when you tended to his injuries. You were a mess around him and it was a miracle you were able to keep your job for this long. But not anymore. You didn’t need to hold back any longer.

You had picked out the perfect dress, not too fancy but not super casual either. It hugged your body in exactly the right ways, and showed off your assets a bit more than you wanted it to, but you couldn’t complain.

A knock at your door startles you. You quickly grab your purse and phone and run to go answer it. You’re met with the sight of Ushijima’s tall, stocky body leaning against the side of the entrance of your apartment. His olive eyes rake up and down your body taking in your perfect features.

“You look beautiful y/n, as usual.”

You blush heavily at his comment and curse the gods for making him so damn blunt.

“You look wonderful as well.” You say, your voice barely audible. You don’t see the slight blush that creeps across his tan skin. He takes you to his car and drives you back to his penthouse. He was rich of course, but you already knew that. This was not the first time you’ve seen his home, many meetings between the two of you were conducted in his home office. You never felt unsafe or out of place with him, so you were quite comfortable going to his house for various reasons. Although this time, the reasoning was a bit more...intimate. He pulls into the garage and leads you up to his place, which he has minimally decorated.

“I hope you don’t mind that it’s at my place, I couldn’t seem to find any reservations at the restaurant you like.”

“No! of course I don’t mind, I’m honestly glad you invited me at all.” You say, your voice once again trailing to a whisper. You were surprised he remembered what your favorite restaurant was, and that he would go out of his way to find reservations.

“You’re awfully quiet today y/n, that’s not like you. Am I making you uncomfortable in any way?”

“Not at all Ushijima-san! I just...haven’t been out on a date in a while and I’m not quite sure what to expect.” You answer, instantly feeling bad for leading him to feel this way.

“That’s a relief, I am pretty nervous myself. I also haven’t taken someone out in a while, but rest assured I will take good care of you tonight.” He says, his usually hard and focused eyes softening at the sight of your shaking hands. Your demeanor immediately changes and you’re back to how you usually feel around him, safe and protected.

The dinner goes smoothly. Ushijima insisted on cooking for the two of you, and the sight of him being so domestic definitely made it harder to hide your feelings for him but it was over sooner than you had hoped. He politely walks you to the door, but as soon as your hand makes contact with the handle and the door opens slightly, something in him snaps. His large hand slams against the door closing it abruptly.

“Forgive me for being so forward y/n...but I don’t want you to go just yet.”

His opposite hand rests on your waist as his lips attach to your exposed shoulder. His kisses were light and feathery, leaving a hot trail in its wake. Your body felt like it was on fire and you could feel the arousal pooling in your thin lace panties. You turn yourself around and grab onto the collar of his white dress shirt, pulling him flush against your body. Your lips smash against his and your tongues intertwine as his hand trails down the curve of your ass down to your thigh lifting your leg. You instinctively wrap your leg around him as he leans down to grab your the other one. He carries you into his room, and lays you down on his bed. The soft silk sheets he uses only add to the arousal as they crease slightly under your tight grip.

“y/n, can I take your dress off?” He asks, panting heavily.

“Please...”

He carefully removes your dress, his fingertips trailing down your body as his lips press sweet kisses across your chest.

“You have no idea what you do to me y/n. Can I take your panties off? Let me make you feel good.”

Your body gets impossibly hotter at how careful and considerate he is.

“Please Ushijima-san..take it all off..”

He obliges, pulling them down and off your body then reaching around your arched back to snap off your bra, throwing them both on the floor. He stops, giving himself a moment to take in your fully exposed body before he buries his face into your neck.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He says as his thumb slowly circles your clit.

“Gonna make you feel so good.”

You moan loudly, your hands finding purchase in his olive locks. You tug slightly, eliciting a soft groan from him. His face is red and flushed, embarrassed at the sounds he was making.

“I like your sounds Toshi...mmm don’t stop.”

He moans at the use of his first name, loving the way it sounds coming out of your mouth.

He slips a finger into your sopping wet entrance. You moan from the slight stretch. Noticing that he was still clothed, you reach out and unbutton his dress shirt. Your hands trial down his chest, finding the buckle of his belt and skillfully undoing it. He shakes his shirt off, letting it drop on the floor next to yours, his pants finding themselves in the same place. He inserts his finger into you again, accompanied by a second, and then a third. The knot builds in your stomach and threatens to snap.

“hngg- Toshi...more- please more!”

His quickens his movements pulling you closer to your release. In between moans and cries of his name, you come undone. He slips his slicked fingers into his mouth tasting your sweet release.

“You taste so good y/n...here taste with me.”

He reaches up and sticks one in your mouth and you diligently suck, tasting yourself mixed with his hot saliva. He pulls his fingers out, making a lewd popping sound.

He pulls his black boxers down and throws them in the clothing pile, his erect cock springing free. He lines himself up with your entrance and leans forward to kiss you.

“Tell me if it hurts. I’ll make you feel so good angel I promise.”

He pushes himself inside slowly, paying close attention to your body language and the way you squirm under him.

“mmm ‘s big Toshi- feels so good.”

“Yeah? Tell me how good you feel pretty girl.”

“Feel so full- ughh”

You moan and squirm as you feel the knot tighten a second time. His thrusts are slow and gentle, every move targeted towards your pleasure.

“Fuck Toshi- ‘m coming- hngg”

“Come for me y/n. Wanna feel you around my cock.”

His lewd words send you tumbling over the edge and towards your release. He pulls out giving himself a few quick strokes, his release soon covering your lower stomach.

He falls next to you, sweating and out of breath. You turn and cup his cheek in your hand.

“Thank you Toshi, you’re always so good to me...wanna make you feel good too...”

He chuckles, “Next time you can, but for now let’s sleep. Stay with me tonight?”

“Of course.” You respond, your cheeks starting to hurt from smiling so much.

After a few moments of catching his breath and stealing a few kisses, he climbs out of bed and grabs a warm, damp towel. He gently wipes your sore body down, massaging your aching hips in between. He pulls the sheet up and over your body and climbs into the bed next to you.

“Goodnight beautiful.” He says, softly pecking your lips.

“Goodnight Wakatoshi.”

<3

[lazarettta]

The Babysitter

Characters ( Ally Mayfair-Richards x Reader )

Rating (T) Word Count ( 2.9k) Warnings ( None, bad flirting, writing while intoxicated)

“For dinner! I'd love to come home with you for dinner.”

“Well what else would you be coming for?”

“Dessert.”

It was another late night studying on the living room floor of the Mayfair-Richards household. It wasn't uncommon for you to spend a majority of your nights here during the week and sometimes the weekend if you were needed and you usually weren't. Not that you would've minded anyway, your weekends weren't busy—mostly spent either dead asleep or trying to get out of plans you didn't want to be a part of anyway to get more sleep.

But it wasn't everyday that you were able to work for a Senator either, so even if you were busy, you weren't going to tell Ally Mayfair-Richards that. Not that she was a mean boss or anything, she was the Senator for crying out loud. And...okay yes, maybe you idolized the woman a little though it may be because you're studying law but honestly who wouldn't idolize this woman? She went through so much shit getting to this point in her life and career.

And she was hot. She was really hot but you kept it in your pants, but your eyeballs? Different story. You were just grateful that she chose you to watch her son when she was away, especially after you knocked over your entire cup of tea in her living room on the very carpet you were sitting on, and you were just a hot mess.

You thought you blew the whole thing, but the moment she produced the NDA to you a few days later when she called you back for a 'second interview' which included Ozzy this time, you'd been ecstatic and nearly knocked over another fucking cup but Ally was faster than you that time.

The giant TV was playing in front of you across the room but it was just the news channel but the volume was pretty low because Oz was asleep upstairs and you weren't really watching it anyway, you had your airpods in listening to Beyoncé and trying to create a decent scenario for one of the ten theories your professor assigned. It was due the next day so you thought picking the easiest one would work in your favor but it was turning out to be your worst nightmare—and you'd regretted choosing sleep over this, kind of.

You'd been so engrossed in your work, and music, you didn't hear the front door open and shut somewhere behind you or hear Ally quietly talking on the phone, her high heels click clacking on her polished wood floors as she came into the living room. Ally paused slightly at the sight of you and her coffee table, your books and yellow pads scattered everywhere, your head bopping slightly to whatever you were listening to as you scribbled away.

Ally smiled softly, and continued on her way upstairs to check on Ozzy knowing that she was going to find him safe, clean and fast asleep with a full belly. You'd been his nanny for four months now and you were such a blessing for Ally, she'd been reluctant to hire and trust another person with her baby boy but her career was too demanding and Ozzy was only ten. He could stay home alone for a few hours maybe, but not days or even a week or two.

After everything, Ally did have cameras around her home on the outside and she had one directly over the stairs because it overlooked the foyer and parts of the living room from an angle. She didn't want too many camera's inside of her home in case they were hacked but she wanted something at least.

Ozzy's room was dark except for his nightlight by the door and Ally quietly made her way inside, carefully sitting on the edge of the bed and pushing his curls from his face. She was ever thankful that he finally stopped having those horrible nightmares, it meant that she wasn't wasting her money on therapy sessions.

When Ally came back downstairs, you were predictably in the exact same spot you were in and Ally finally did away with her coat, placing it over the spine of the sofa and she stepped out of her heels before coming around and plopping herself down, careful not to knock over your stack of books.

The sudden movement startled you out of your skin and you quickly pulled out your airpods and looked at your boss, “Hey! Sorry, how long have you been home?”

Ally smiled down at you tiredly, practically sinking into the sofa and you could feel her exhaustion rolling off of her in waves, and you couldn't help but sympathize because damn, and you thought you were tired.

“I just got in, I'm sorry I didn't call earlier, things got busier than I expected and then everything went into chaos.”

You smirked when she threw her hands up half heartedly with a roll of her eyes, “Would a glass of wine help?”

“No, but it would definitely be a start if you join me for a glass?” she raised an eyebrow, and as much as you wanted to say yes you've already procrastinated enough and you really didn't need alcohol in your system around her lest you say something you absolutely shouldn't.

“I would but I have to finish this and it's getting late. Do you mind waiting up until my Uber gets here?”

“It's really late, you should just stay the night, (Y/n).” Ally sat up then, waving away your comment, though now she was closer and hovering over you a bit, “I'll take you home tomorrow after breakfast, that sound fair?”

It wouldn't be the first overnight stay but it would definitely be the first time that she'd be home too and you just couldn't say no to that even though you probably should have insisted more that you go home, but you accepted her offer without further debate. You'd gone back to your assignment, minus the airpods this time, and Ally got up to go to the kitchen and you could hear her fixing herself a glass of wine.

Ally set a bottle of water next to you on a coaster before settling back in her spot and finding something to watch on TV, and of course you noticed that she was a hell of a lot closer than she was before.

Your pen had paused on the yellow paper and your eyes glanced over the same sentence three times before your mind processed that you could practically feel the heat from her legs next to your arm through her slacks, and if you leaned just an inch you'd be touching her. You fought the urge to look back over your shoulder, but instead you looked up from beneath your lashes and saw that she was browsing the movie channels at a snail's pace.

Behind you, Ally was sipping her wine in one hand and flipping channels with the remote in the other but her eyes were nowhere on the TV screen. But she noticed the moment your pen stopped moving and your shoulders tensed more than usual, she'd been watching you closely and curiously.

“You okay, honey?”

You turned around to answer her with what you hoped was a calm smile and wished that you hadn't, really. Ally was going to kill you sitting the way she was sitting, her energy screaming big dick and the top three buttons of her shirt were undone and her hair was a little messy. Either she was going to give you a heart attack or your libido would.

“Sweetheart?”

You blinked, coming back to reality so fast you would’ve gotten whiplash, “Uh, yeah...maybe I guess I’m just tired too.” Yeah right.

You chuckled nervously, embarrassed really, and licked your lips again and Ally tracked the movement with rapt attention not that you would've caught it because you were busy being mortified being caught staring like a creep.

“Are you sure? You look flushed, drink some water,” you smiled at Ally, ever the mom.

“I’m not—” not what? Thirsty? Yeah you were but not for some water.

“You’re not what?” Ally pressed, still holding you hostage with her eyes alone.

“Not thirsty for water.”

Ally raised an eyebrow, the corner of her lips twitching and you hate that you noticed, “Oh? Then what would you like to drink if it’s not wine or water?”

Good question. One you didn’t have a good answer to. Not trusting yourself to formulate words into an appropriate sentence, you just nodded and turned back around and grabbed the water she brought you. You were determined to ignore until you were finished with your work—for the sake of your sanity and dignity.

Fuck.

Still watching you, Ally laughed quietly into her wine glass and finally settled on a movie, keeping the volume low as she got comfortable. Deciding to let you off the hook for not answering her question. (This time.)

~~

A few days later...

It was another late night for you but you weren't working for Ally tonight, so you went to the gym instead after studying. You were still wearing your tights and sports bra when you left, only throwing on a jacket because the night air and sweat weren't a great mix.

You didn't have anything at home to eat that wasn't expired or so frozen it came from the ice age...it all went in the trash so all you had left in your fridge was a case of water and cheese sticks. It wasn't surprising though, you spent a majority of your free time at Ally's home and you just ate lunch and dinner there usually. So you went straight to the grocery store after your workout with your trainer.

“Hey (Y/n)!” you looked up and internally groaned, rolled your eyes and threw a whole bitch fit.

You offered Sean a tight near sarcastic smile, “Sean. What is up.”

“Nothin',” he said, leaning against the counter he was standing behind with a cheesy smile, his eyes leering—and it made your skin crawl, “Just working...you?”

“Uh,” you were already over this conversation, “Same, anyway—”

“You still work for that crazy killer lesbian?”

You stopped, pivoting back around slowly to see if he was joking or not, of course it was hard to tell because he was looking at your ass, but the minute he turned around his eyes laser beamed to your chest. Specifically your pebbled nipples and the bars pierced in them. You moved the labels of your jacket to cover them fucking pig.

“Uh, my eyes are up here and two, that 'crazy killer lesbian' is your Senator.”

He shrugged, “I didn't vote for her.”

“I'm...okay, it was nice talking to you but I have things to do.”

“Well, wait,” he moved in front of you, stopping your escape, “That's not what I wanted to talk to you about actually, uh, but listen...do you maybe wanna go to dinner with me this weekend? My treat?”

You raised an eyebrow at him, completely unimpressed with his audacity, “You literally just called my boss a crazy killer lesbian and now you're expecting me to go to dinner with you?” as if, you wanted to add but held yourself in check—barely.

“I'm sorry about that,” Sean only shrugged but he was bashful about it but it only served to irritate you further because it was obvious that he didn't quite mean it and you were mentally slapping yourself for just not ordering that damn pizza.

“Whatever, goodnight Sean.”

you tried to move around him but he shifted, keeping you in place and you knew you could've just turned around, you should've but he would've just followed you, “Well wait, you never answered my question. About dinner?”

“No.”

“Well, wait a minute...why not? The lesbian thing? It was just a joke. You can take one, can’t you?”

“And I'm not laughing, get the fuck outta my way Sean—”

“You—”

“I believe she told you to fuck off.”

Sean's eyes snapped up over your head slightly, and you would've laughed at his stupid face had you not been pivoting around yourself, your eyes meeting a very familiar chin and you looked up, but Ally's eyes weren't on you but instead glaring daggers into Sean. He'd be ten feet under if she got her way with that look. You wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of it. (Maybe another version of it...)

“S-senator?”

“Oh, I'm not the crazy killer lesbian anymore? How disappointing.” when Sean could only stare at her like a fish out of the water, Ally stepped forward—a lot closer to you and you didn't have the strength to move or even look away, “I believe you were told to leave. Oh and if I even hear that you looked at or said anything to (Y/n) incorrectly, you're going to have a lot worse than a harassment complaint from a Senator to deal with.”

You didn't see him leave but you heard the squeaks of his sneaker and in seconds flat you and Ally were alone in the cereal aisle and you had absolutely no idea how to even breathe at the moment, much less process that she just saved you from...whatever that even was.

When Ally was satisfied that Sean was gone, she finally looked down at you—there was still a fire in them that you couldn't place but her brown eyes were softer than they were a few seconds ago, and you felt your shoulders relaxing slightly.

“Are you alright, (Y/n)?”

You cleared your throat, taking a small step back—but you still felt exposed under her unblinking stare though not in the same way you felt with Sean, it was the complete opposite, “Yeah thanks to you, so um thanks...a lot. Your timing is impeccable, but what are you doing here so late? Where's Oz? Is he okay?”

Ally smiled at you, shaking her head disturbing her always perfect hairstyle, “Oz is fine, or at least he will be, he must've ate something today at school and it's not sitting well with his stomach,” Ally rolled her eyes but not at the fact that her son had food poisoning but that he had food poisoning from the school lunch. She could only imagine that other children—reforming school lunches was already on her agenda but now she was seriously considering moving ahead of schedule.

“Oh no, how bad?”

“Not too bad...he'll be okay, I'm just here for medicine to stock up on,” Ally reassured you, her eyes flickering over your shoulder for a second, “What are you doing out so late?” and wearing that? She mentally added, but held her tongue because she knew that it wasn't her place to comment on your attire—not that she was complaining about it, but Ally just didn't like the way Sean was leering at you either. She was a hair away from showing him how she earned her title.

Suddenly aware of how much skin you were showing, and that your jacket fell open again but unlike with Sean you didn't feel the need to really cover yourself (even though you knew that you should've). You appreciated her eyes more than his...and probably anyone else's.

“Oh, I went to the gym and since I don't have any food at home...”

Ally chuckled, “Is this your way of asking for a raise?”

“No! No, no you pay me plenty...I'm just too busy to cook is all and then I'm just too tired to eat sometimes. College life.”

“I was teasing, welcome to adulthood. It doesn't stop,” you laughed along with her but you both knew there was truth behind those words.

“I shouldn't keep you, I know you have things to do.”

“You know, I doubt you're going to get a decent nutrient meal here tonight, especially shopping while you’re hungry...” Ally hummed, seemingly thinking hard about something before opening her mouth to carefully speak those words, “You're more than welcome to come home with me for a late dinner if you have nowhere else to be. I'd be more than happy to feed you.”

Heh. Feed me what? You blinked, mildly surprised with how fast your mind went straight to the gutter and you felt your face heating up faster than a house fire, and you had no doubt in your mind that your boss knew exactly what she was doing to you.

But she didn't, Ally didn't have one clue to what was happening in your mind because her own mind was a pile of scrambled eggs while forcing her eyes to stay above your neck. You were both very much still in public.

And the last thing Ally wanted to do was make either you a cliché, especially with her being a public figure in a male dominant career field, both in politics and her restaurant.

“Unless you had your sights set on cereal?” Ally coughed lightly, suddenly nervous and you realized that you'd been standing there staring at her like a moron this whole time.

“No, I'd love to come home with you,” you said cheerfully, meaning every damn word for different reasons, and you smiled at her, before your eyes widened when realizing how forward you sounded, and suggestive as hell, “For dinner! I'd love to come home with you for dinner.”

“Well what else would you be coming for?”

“Dessert.”

Direct result after two blunts...sorry if it's kinda lame tho lmao I went in thinking I was writing smut and gave up somewhere

[autumnleaves1991-blog]

could you do 60 + 72 from the fluff/angst list for our boy Will? i just think he needs someone to hug him

A/N: I volunteer to be the one to hug Will Miller because I love him. Thank you for indulging me with my sweet baby Will. Thank you for reading, reblogging, commenting, and liking! 

Pairing: Will ‘Ironhead’ Miller and Reader

Warnings: Some language, mentions of a fight, hospital, concussion. 

My Masterlist 

Forever 

Prompts: “You look like you could use a hug.” & “You need sleep.”

Frankie hands you a beer and slides into the seat next to you. The roar of the crowd is almost deafening, and you grimace at the acidic taste sliding down your throat. “Benny’s up next!” Frankie shouts, and you give him a thumbs up. Tom comes running in a few minutes later and takes the seat on your other side. 

“Hey, did I miss him?” You shake your head no and pass him the pathetic excuse for alcohol, and he chugs it down, smiling in thanks. You hate going to Benny’s fights. The blood, noise, and scent of sweat in the air make you sick. 

“Here he comes!” Tom shouts, and you all rise to your feet as the music blares through the speakers, and Benny comes bouncing down the aisle on the balls of his feet and throwing punches, the stark red shorts a contrast against his white skin. In a black hoodie walking steadily are his brother and the object of your affection Will Miller. 

Fuck, you were in love with him. The baby blue eyes twinkle at you, and if you weren’t in public, you would melt to a puddle on the floor at the slight curve of his lips. But he wasn’t yours to love, and that broke a little piece of your heart every Saturday when you came to these fights. But, you didn’t have the heart to stay away. 

You watch a burly beast of a man come out the other end, and your fists clench. You’d gone to enough of these stupid things to know this is an unfair match up. The beast had at least twenty pounds on Benny, and you turn to Will, who clenches his jaw. 

“How the fuck is Benny going to beat that?” you shout at Frankie, who puts a comforting arm around your shoulder. 

“I don’t know if he is shortstop,” you glare at him over the nickname, but he just laughs and takes another sip of his beer, “Or maybe Ben will get lucky.” 

Tom leans over,  “Fish, do you see that guy? He’s basically a gorilla; Ben’s going to get crushed!” Frankie flips him off and turns to the fight. 

It’s almost painful to watch, but Tom is correct; Benny gets fucking crushed. The blood splatters across the mat, and you cringe as the man keeps hitting Benny over and over. It takes two referees and the guy’s trainer to pull him off, and Will has to drag Ben over to the corner and the medics. 

Frankie, Tom, and you help get Benny out to the truck and the hospital. When they see the state he’s in, they admit him instantly. Tom and Frankie both have families and have to be getting home, so you stay to wait for Will and Ben. Hours you sit in the hard plastic chairs of the waiting room. Your back contorted in a variety of positions as you wait. 

The sliding glass doors open, and an exhausted Will finally emerges. His eyes have dark circles, and his hair is mused from running his hands through it so many times. You rise slowly and walk over to him, and he looks almost surprised to see you.

“You stayed,” he lets out a breath, and you nod. 

“Of course I did; I thought you might need some help getting Ben home.” He shakes his head before letting out a long sigh. 

“He’s not coming home tonight; they are keeping him for observation. He’s got a pretty nasty concussion. He was going to argue with them, but they knocked him out. Thank god too, because he would not shut up.” You both let out a small chuckle, and he turns his keys in his hand. “Did you drive here?” 

“No, I uh caught a ride with Frankie. I was just going to uber home after I helped you.” 

“Well, come on then, I’ll give you a lift home.” He leads you outside, and the whip of cold air causes you to shiver. A minute later, his warm outer coat is over your shoulders, and you let out a small thank you. You’re enveloped in his scent of clean linen and sandalwood. His hand is burning a hole in your back as he presses lightly against it. 

When your both safe inside the cab, he turns up the heat and reaches for your hands rubbing them between his own to warm them. The sparks of electricity send pulses up your arm,s and you do your best not to tremble. “Are you warm enough?” his voice is so low, and dee,p and you can only nod. 

He lets go and pulls out, heading to your house. You exchange some small talk, but it’s clear his thoughts are with Ben back at the hospital. It feels like no time at all, and he’s pulling into your driveway. You don’t want to go, but you don’t have a good excuse to stay. But he surprises you when he turns off the truck and gets out. 

You watch him walk around the truck and open your door, reaching a hand out for you. The sparks return when your hands connect, and this time he doesn’t let go, leading you to the front door. He takes both your hands in his and gazes down at you. “Thank you for tonight. I didn’t know how much I needed someone to be waiting until I got out there and saw you. You’ve always been there for me.” 

“Well, that’s what friends are for, right?” He nods and lets out a small huff. 

“Yeah, friends, right.” His eyes cast down, and he looks disappointed and hurt. 

“Will?” he looks at you, “you look like you could use a hug.” He nods, and you pull him close to your chest. His hands are coming up beneath his jacket and resting against the thin fabric of your t-shirt. His head comes to your neck and burrows against your throat, taking deep breaths. 

“You smell so good,” he mumbles and pulls you tighter, almost to discomfort, but you wouldn’t dare let go now. “So soft and warm. Fuck, I’m in love with you.” You tense, and he freezes, his hands stilling on your back. 

You pull away and look up at him, “What did you just say?” He runs a hand over his face and turns away towards his truck like he wants to run, but you grab his arm and turn him to face you. “Please! Please don’t run away. Just tell me the truth, did you mean it?” 

He looks at the tears pooling in your eyes, and he moves back to you faster than an average person should be able to move. Cupping your cheek and pressing his forehead to yours, “Yes,” he whispers, and you feel elated, “Yes, I am so in love with you.” 

You move forward and kiss him softly, exploring the warmth of his lips. He takes his time and presses several more kisses to your lips. His hands are dropping to your neck, and brushing his thumbs over your cheeks. When you pull away, his eyes open, and you look into those baby blues you love and tell him you love him too. His eyes are brimming with tears, and you move to brush them away. You understand how big it is for him to love after his fiance left him. 

“You need sleep,” you whisper, and he nods, “Would you like to stay the night?” 

“I want to do this right, take you on a date-” 

You interrupt him, “I said sleep, not sex. We have all the time in the world for that. But right now, you are exhausted, and I would feel much better with you warm and in my bed than home alone worrying about Ben.” 

“You know me so well,” he lets out a laugh, and you smile, turning to unlock the door and lead him inside. 

“I better. I’ve been in love with you for two years.” 

“Two years...all that time we wasted. I’ve loved you just as long.” 

“Well, let’s not waste another second of our forever.” 

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[sluttyten]

This Dance

summary: you’re a trainee close to debut under SM, Ten is a very helpful sunbae who helps teach you how to dance better, becomes your best friend, and becomes a lot more.

words: 12,373

tags: idol!verse, friends to lovers, secret relationship (kinda), face riding, oral sex, loss of virginity, etc.

Ten was there to witness your great breakdown. Stress and many sleepless nights, a lacking diet, and your personal failure to do seemingly anything right brought on a bought of hyperventilation and tears and an aching chest, so you stole quickly from the practice room before the other trainees or your trainer could see.

The hallway wasn’t nearly enough of a private place to deal with the panic coursing through you, so you ducked away, wiping at your tears, barely able to see or breathe, so you definitely had no idea where you were going.

And then you bumped right into Ten as he was coming out of one of the other practice rooms.

“Oh, hey.” He caught you before you could fall. 

A few other boys gathered in the doorway behind them, and feeling all of them gazing at you, all of them judging you and your tears only made everything worse for you. So you just dropped down into a crouch, trying to fit your head between your knees so you could maybe finally breathe.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Ten knelt down in front of you, clearly somewhat uncomfortable as well with your display of emotions. He hesitated to touch you, but when you gave a great wheeze, he took hold of both of your wrists, and you looked up at him. “Breathe with me.”

Ten took a deep breath, held it, and then let it flow out slowly. You tried your best to match it, but it was difficult, and it took a few repetitions before you could manage your shaky breaths in time with his. His thumbs stroked the soft skin of your wrists, his eyes locked with yours as he helped you regulate your breathing. 

At some point you noticed that it was just the two of you. The other members of WayV had left. Just Ten holding your wrists, helping you breathe, and when that was under control, you fell back onto your bum.

“What’s wrong?” Ten asks again, his voice so gentle. Tears still drip from your eyes, trailing down your cheeks, from the tip of your nose and chin. Ten carefully reaches over, cautiously swipes the pad of his thumb under your eyes, and then he pinches his sleeve between his fingers to dab at your tears. “Is it the training?”

You nod, choking down a breath, blinking away the tears as best you can. “It’s just a lot. But I don’t need to tell you that, you’ve been through it too.”

“Every experience is different for everyone.” Ten’s sleeves are warm against your cheeks, dry and comforting. You want to lean into him, but at the same time you are brutally aware of the impropriety of this interaction. He’s your senior in the company, a debuted famous idol, and you’re just a trainee who is failing.

“i’m just so bad at everything.” You sigh, sniffling a bit. “Jihye keeps telling me that my timing is off with the song. I know I’m messing up the choreo. And she keep telling me to lose weight, but I’m already--”

Ten shakes his head. “You don’t need to lose weight. You look perfect just the way you are. Well, you’re a little too damp right now, but once your cheeks dry a bit more, you’re perfectly perfect.”

Your face feels like it catches fire at the compliments. They’re certainly nothing that you ever expected to hear from Ten. 

“And as for the choreo, I could help you out with that a little, if you’d like. I’m actually, miraculously not too busy right now.” Ten slips his phone out of his pocket and glances down at it, then looks back at you. 

“Are you serious? Why would you help me? I’m just a trainee, and not even a very good one. Why help me?” 

“I’ve been there.” Ten nods. “Stressed and feeling inadequate. It’s shitty. And I’ve seen you and the others training. You’re good, I promise, but you do need just a little bit of work, and I’d like to help because I think I can and stuff.”

His and stuff seems like a bit of a weak answer, but as your tears dry sticky on your face, you don’t mind the weakness of his answer because you want it. You want Ten to help you train, to help you improve to the standard you need to be at to debut.

“I want to say yes.” You tell him, “But I think right now I should get back in there before they notice and I get in trouble. Hanna and Heeyoung unnie definitely saw me leaving.”

“Of course, but if you still want, just let me know.” Ten rises to his feet.

You sit down there for a second longer, looking up at him. 

“I’ll be around, so don’t give up on all this. Next time you’re feeling a bit--” He makes a face and kinda wiggles his fingers in a way like static coming from his head. “--frazzled, come find me. I’ll help you out.”

So you return to the practice room with a bit more confidence, and also the hope that soon you’ll be able to take Ten up on that offer.

That opportunity comes a week later. 

You’re surviving the day on exactly one hour and fourteen minutes of sleep, several bottles of water, a handful of vitamins, and pure will to remain as a trainee in this company. While several of the other girls, especially the younger ones, have headed home for the night, you decided to hang back with Miyeon, your closest friend among the trainees.

But she’s currently dozing off in the corner while you drip sweat in the middle of the room, staring down your reflection to analyze your every move as the song plays on repeat from the speakers. 

“Can we go home yet?” Miyeon groans. “I’m tired, it’s getting late. We’ll be back here tomorrow. Let’s just go rest.”

But you can’t rest, no matter how much your body begs you for a break. You have to perfect this. 

“You go.” You tell her, taking a few seconds to catch your breath, gulp down some water to quiet the hungry rumbles of your belly. “

“I’m not going to leave you here to work yourself to the bone, dummy. And also, knowing you, you’re going to actually work at this until you pass out or hurt yourself in some way. I’m here to supervise.” 

You wipe at the sweat under your chin. “You’re falling asleep over there, so you’re not doing a very good job of supervision, Miyeon.”

She frowns at you, but stands up, grabs her bag from beside her, and slips into her jacket. “Fine, I’m leaving, but if I wake up in the morning and you’re not in that bed across from mine, I’m going to beat your ass, okay?”

“Yeah, I’ve got it.” You stretch your arms over your head. “I’ll just be here for a little bit longer, then I’ll be safe and asleep in the dorm. Swear.”

Miyeon holds you to that promise when she stretches out her pinky to you and waits for you to wrap your pinky finger around hers. You stamp your thumbs together to seal the promise.

She’s been gone for maybe a song and a half when you hear the door open behind you. You spin around, ready to tell her off, when you notice that it’s not Miyeon standing in the doorway watching, but Ten instead.

“Your shoulders are too tense. That’s why that move looks weird.” Ten tells you then he walks forward, leaving the doorway behind to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with you. “Watch.”

And then he perfectly executes the choreography you’ve been struggling with for the past few days. 

“That’s not fair!” You groan, collapsing onto the floor with your legs folded in front of you. “How are you just going to come in here and do it that easily on the first try?”

“Loosen up. You’re thinking about it too much, you just need to feel the music, let it move you.” He takes a deep breath, holds it, then lets it out. You mimic the motion, but Ten shakes his head. “You’re still tense. Stand up again.” Ten offers his hand down to you, and you place your hand in his, let him help you to your feet. 

When Ten smiles, his eyes shimmer.

“Now, I want you to shake out the tension with me.” 

He holds out his arms and starts moving them, shaking them, whipping his head around, bouncing on his feet. He looks silly, but relaxed and happy. You feel silly when you start doing it too. Like Ten just looks so loose and everything, and now that you’re doing this, you feel how tense you are, the stiffness in your arms. But as you shake it out with Ten, a laugh bubbles its way up to your lips, and when it breaks free, Ten laughs too, looking up at you as you both shake out the tension, your body growing looser.

“Now dance!” Ten laughs, stopping the silly moves and sliding right into the choreography to match with the music that’s been playing all this time in the background.

You hear the music, feel it like a thread slipping through your ear, streaming down into your body, and you move. You watch yourself in the mirror and you watch Ten beside you, and for the first time you feel like you’re doing it right. You feel the difference in before and now, the ease with which you let the moves move you. 

As the song ends, Ten turns to you. “Perfect!” 

You laugh and wrap your arms around him, dragging him into a tight and happy hug. “Thank you. I know it’s silly, but that really did help.” 

Ten’s arm curls around your waist. “Happy to help.” His breath is warm on your cheek, his heartbeat pounds against yours, and all at once you’re reminded that he’s your senior, you’re a trainee, and you’ve been practicing like this for hours and you’re drenched in sweat.

You step back quickly.

A few more hours pass, Ten helping you with choreography, but mostly it’s just the two of you goofing around, dancing to whatever songs he plays. It’s getting late--or maybe getting early--so finally you call it quits. 

“I have to get back to the dorm. I swore to Miyeon I’d actually get some sleep tonight.” You press your back to the mirror, sink down to the floor. “Though, I am half-tempted to just stay right here and fall asleep.”

“Don’t do that. Come on.” Ten offers you his hand again, and you take it to let him pull you to your feet. “Don’t let Miyeon down. And if you’re just reluctant to leave my wonderful company, don’t worry. I’ll be back.”

Every night for the next week, when the other trainees leave, and it’s only you left in the practice room, Ten arrives. You spend hours together dancing and laughing. Ten gets you to take breaks to just relax for a few minutes watching funny videos or just talking, sometimes he convinces you to eat with him, sometimes he sings, sometimes he convinces you to perform for him too.

Before long you realize that Ten’s more than just mentoring you. He’s not just helping you through this training period, he’s become a friend. You look forward to seeing him, and in those rare moments when you’re in your bed at the dorm scrolling through your phone, you sometimes see things that you know Ten would like to see. So sometimes you send them to him. He always replies. Sometimes he sends you funny things as well. 

And then one morning, after a practice that ran nearly all night, Jihye hangs around later than normal to perfect her facial expressions while performing the choreography, and just as she’s walking toward the door to leave, Ten walks in looking freshly scrubbed, wide awake even though the world outside is only just waking.

“Oh?” He looks at her and then looks at you. “Hello.”

She greets him respectfully, throws a curious look back at you, and then cocks her head slightly to the side, but she says nothing. She just excuses herself and leaves you and Ten alone in the room. 

You turn away from the mirrors, grab your phone and your bag, and then you face him with a wide smile breaking across your face. “Ten! I wanted to tell you . . .” Before you can say anything else, you yawn.

“Tired?” Ten asks.

You shake your head, but the yawn that immediately follows the first betrays your lie. “Okay, I’m a little tired. I definitely can’t do any more practice with you this morning.”

Ten shakes his head. “I wouldn’t expect you to. But do you want to get breakfast instead? My treat?”

“Oh, well, if you’re paying, then of course I want some.” You bounce toward him. “I need some coffee and probably something delicious to eat. What do you think?”

Ten buries his hands in the pockets of his black jacket, shrugs his shoulders, and tells you, “I thought we’d just see where the morning takes us.”

You’re actually not sure where the morning takes you.

The city is still half asleep as you walk out of the building and start down the street. Ten sticks close to your side, warm in the chilly dawn light, and when you shiver he makes you stop so he can give you the hoodie he wears under his jacket. 

“What were you thinking not having a jacket in this weather?” He clucks at you, and you never took Ten for a mother hen sort, but he chastises you even as he hands you the hoodie still warm from his body, smelling like his body wash. You try your best to not make it obvious that you’re trying to inhale the scent of him from the fabric.

Ten leads you along streets, wandering with you until the sun begins to peer over the city, painting the sides of buildings golden, turning shadows blue, and when the sweet, delicious scent of freshly brewed coffee greets your noses, you duck inside a cafe.

It seems a magical little shop with a wall of french windows looking out onto a garden. Cute tables fill the shop, shelves line the walls, old bulbs hang from the ceiling and drape along the walls, and flowers decorate each table. You find a cushiony rounded booth in a corner of the place, and you sink into it while Ten orders something to drink for both of you. 

You’re not falling asleep, but you are zoning out by the time that Ten arrives at the table with two steaming drinks. He slides in beside you, his shoulder against yours. You lift the drink to your face, inhale deeply the aroma of coffee and cream, and you take a sip before sitting it back down on the table.

Ten laughs quietly, and when you look over at him, he reaches up to wipe his thumb right above your top lip. His thumb comes away with some foam, and you watch as he brings his thumb to his own mouth. You stare as he sucks his thumb clean, and even once he lowers his hand, you can’t look away from his mouth until he clears his throat and turns back to his drink on the table.

You sigh, turning to the side as you sink against the back of the booth, resting your chin on the soft cushioniness of it. “I think I’m really sleepy. The coffee’s not working.”

“Do you want me to help you to your dorm?” Ten asks. 

“Not yet.” You shake your head. “I wanted to tell you something earlier.”

Ten takes a sip from his mug. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You sit up as you stifle another yawn. “We got the news while we were practicing earlier. We get to debut. All five of us.”

There’s a loud clang as he sits his mug down hard on the little saucer. “That’s amazing! Do you know anything else yet?”

You smile, unable to fight it. You’re so excited, and it’s all thanks to Ten, you feel like. Without his help, there’s no way that you would’ve been able to improve as much as you have over the last few weeks, and there’s no way that you would have been good enough that SM would want to debut you. 

“All we know is that we’re debuting, and we’re not going to be put into NCT.” You laugh, fighting back another yawn. You drop your head onto his shoulder. “It’s all thanks to you, Ten. Thank you.”

“What did I do?” His voice is soft.

You know you should probably sit up, stop using his shoulder as a pillow, but he’s comfy and you’re tired and you don’t want to. So you leave your head there as you tell him, “You encouraged me to not give up. All these nights of practicing with you, you’ve really helped me. Without you, I wouldn’t have been able to do this.”

“I think you’re underestimating yourself. And what would Heeyoung noona think if you didn’t attribute anything to her? I know for a fact that she’s been trying to help you too.”

You push at his arm then, and sit up. “Just take my thanks, Ten. Thank you for being wonderful, for being kind and helpful. Thank you for the coffee. Thank you for wiping my tears that day and supporting me ever since then.”

He ducks his head, but still you see the way his cheeks flush pink. “Just drink your coffee, so I can get you home. And I hope you enjoy it because the next time we get coffee you’re going to be the one paying, in the best new girl group in the industry.”

Leading up to and after debut, you don’t get the chance to see Ten nearly as much. For one thing, you’re constantly busy, and he’s pretty busy as well. 

Heeyoung, Jihye, Miyeon, and Hanna are all pretty good company as well as your other staff members, but you miss Ten. Even though you message each other whenever you can, it’s not enough. It’s only occasional messages, usually with long lulls in between responses.

There’s a show that the five of you are invited to where the hosts play a song and you have to dance along to the song. Everyone had expected that Jihye and Miyeon were going to be the aces of the game, but you surprised everyone. Those many nights practicing with Ten had given you an extensive knowledge of dances for a lot of the more popular songs. 

When the five of you did a VLive the day after that episode aired, several fans were asking questions to just get to know you better. Some asked questions about how close you were with other artists in the company.

“You’re really close with WayV’s Ten, aren’t you?” Jihye asks, nudging you. 

You look at her for a few seconds, wondering why she’s decided to say that. If people misconstrue that, it won’t be good for you. The last thing you need as a rookie is to be in a scandalous rumored relationship with Ten. Why couldn’t she have mentioned that you and her are actually quite close with Yeri as well, and Taeyong was close to all of you, kind of like an older brother.

“Yeah,” You shrug at the camera. “Ten’s a good friend, a good dancer. When we were trainees he helped me practice my dancing. Taeyong oppa is really wonderful too. And Yeri, like we just had dinner with her the other night.”

Luckily, the other girls leap onto that bit, gushing to the fans about dinner with Yeri and all the fun it had been. You sit there and pray that everyone will skip over the part about Ten.

Of course they don’t. Shortly after the live is over, you’re online and you see many fans talking about Jihye’s comment, talking about you and Ten and your friendship that they really know nothing about. You even see screenshots and clips and gifs of you talking about him, fans suddenly shipping you together which - okay, weird, but even weirder the way it makes you feel kinda fluttery inside but also gross and watched and judged - and then you see that Ten did an Instalive where fans asked him about you which only fed their fire.

But you don’t get the chance to talk to him or see him until a few weeks later. It’s late and you’re at the practice room to perfect the choreo you and the girls are practicing for a performance you have coming up.

Hanna begs for a break so she can go pee, and as she runs from the room, you see a shape lingering outside the door, looking in.

Ten.

The other girls are gathered around your choreographer, not paying you any attention, so you slip unnoticed from the room.

“Ten!”

“Hey,” He smiles. “I heard you were practicing, so I just wanted to come watch for a minute.”

You sink back to lean against the wall. “And? What did you think?”

“You’re good.” Ten smiles an adorable yet cocky thing. “You must’ve had a good teacher.”

With a laugh, you push at his shoulder, and tease him, “Miyeon and Jihye have taught me so well. Just them, no one else.”

“Oh, really? Because I’ve heard it a little different. And I remember it a little different.” He steps closer to you as Hanna comes bolting back past to squeeze through the door of the practice room. “I remember late nights, just us dancing until you physically couldn’t dance anymore.”

“I miss those nights,” You admit quietly, looking him in the eye as you say, “I miss hanging out with you, both of us sweaty and exhausted and honestly pretty gross, but those were the best times.”

Ten smiles and makes a little face like he can’t believe you would admit to something so cheesy as missing him. And then he softly says, “Me too. You should probably get back in there.” He nods toward the door, and when you look, you see Hanna and Miyeon staring through the glass pane at you and Ten. “I’ll text you later.”

No sooner have you entered the practice room again than the girls all begin teasing you, and no amount of you insisting that “It’s not like that!” they don’t stop until you’re feeling positively flushed, your stomach fluttery and funny, and the thought clings to the back of your mind, is it like that?

The next time you get to see Ten you’re on the verge of another breakdown.

You’ve not had a proper sleep for a week, nor a proper meal in nearly as long. Your group has wholly been a success, and because of that, your schedule as you prepare for this comeback has been extremely taxing on you mentally and physically. Your emotions are a wreck, your body aches and feels heavy. You’re fatigued, but there’s no opportunity for rest. They’ve been working the five of you relentlessly, and finally young Hanna slips, falls, and knocks her head against the practice room’s floor.

While your manager takes her to the hospital just to get her checked out, you and the other three are told to just continue practicing. To perfect yourselves.

The staff member who stays to observe is one that you don’t like. She’s mean, she’s rude, she’s just an intolerable person, in your opinion.

All it takes is a few sharp comments from her on top of you worrying about Hanna, being sleep-deprived and hungry, and then also worrying about the reception of this comeback by the fans. You feel the panic begin to seep into your, dark and cloying, thick like ink running through your veins, constricting your chest, and darkening the edges of your vision.

You walk out and don’t look back.

When you call Ten, he answers on the third ring, sounding sleepy and it’s then that you remember that it’s actually late.

“Ten?” You say his name as soon as you hear him answer. 

The panic you’re feeling must come through in your voice, because immediately Ten sounds more alert. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry, you were probably sleeping. I just--I’m kind of freaking out, there’s just... everything, and right now I just can’t--Hanna’s on her way to the hospital because she hit her head, and Soyeon unnie is a bitch, and I’m just freaking out about it all, Ten. I walked out of practice and now I’m sitting right outside the building and....” Your chest aches and it’s kinda hard to breathe and you realize that you’ve been crying and why is there not enough air in the world right now?

“Hey,” Ten’s voice is soft, the same way it was that first day, the last time he saw you like this. “Hey, I’m actually right around the corner. I’ll be there in a minute, just breathe for me, okay? Come on, I know you know how. In.” You hear him inhaling deeply. Holds it. And then releases it slowly. “Out.”

You try to do it, but for some reason your lungs won’t cooperate, only sucking in jagged breaths that don’t seem to fill your chest at all before you’re exhaling, and tears pour out of you and a disgusting snotty sob sounds, and all the while you hear Ten’s voice in your ear and everything is just so much, so overwhelming, so everywhere.

And then he’s in front of you, crouched down before you with gentle hands on your wrists. He pries your phone out of your hands, takes your hands away from your face, and the way he’s looking at you makes things worse because he looks at you so tenderly and pitying, and you’re sure you look a mess right now after hours of practice and now your tears and snot and all that.

He says your name, quietly at first, and then when you don’t respond he says it more sharply.

You meet his eyes. 

“Breathe with me. I’ve got you.” 

And slowly but surely it works. Your breathing is still a bit shaky, and you still feel about one second away from bursting into tears, but Ten holds your hand and keeps talking to you, and for the first time you really feel a surge of love for him. Friendly love and romantic love and just appreciation for this godsend of a human being in front of you.

You collapse against him, resting your head on his shoulder, and Ten takes it with a little laugh, his arms wrapping around you. 

“Thanks for coming.” Your murmur into the softness of his hoodie. “What were you doing around here anyway?”

Ten squeezes you a little bit, and says, “The rest of the group’s in China to film something, but I have another schedule so I’m here alone for a few days. There’s this place around the corner that I was craving since we get it delivered sometimes while we’re training. I was about to head in when you called.”

“Sorry to make you miss your food.” You sit back, wipe the backs of your hands over your cheeks, under your nose. “And I probably look like a mess, don’t I? I should head home. There’s no way I’m heading back in there; I already know Heeyoung unnie’s gonna bitch me out for walking out like that.”

“Let Heeyoung noona be mad at you. Come eat with me.” He stands, tugging on your hand still tangled with his. “Come on.”

So Ten holds your hand, wipes at your cheeks again, and together you walk the few streets over to the small restaurant he’d been craving. It’s a tiny place, and they look as if they’re about to close, which you tell him as he starts to open the door, but Ten shakes his head. “They love me here, just watch.”

He pushes the door open and immediately the older woman behind the counter cheers, grinning from ear to ear as she says Ten’s name. They are about to close for the night, it turns out, but that just means that they’ve got some unsold food that they need to get rid of, and they just pile it all into Ten’s arms and send the pair of you off with more than enough food.

“Well,” Ten sighs, shifting the weight in his arms. “Do you want to come back to the dorm and eat with me?”

You think of Heeyoung, of Miyeon and Jihye all leaving practice and returning to the dorm to find you’re not there. Maybe you’ll text them and tell you where you are. . . . But they’ll tease you about Ten, make this into more than it really is. You could just part ways with Ten right here, go back to your own dorm and wait for your members to return, though you’ll get an earful from your leader, and Miyeon’s inevitably going to worm the information out of you about how you’d disappeared with Ten to calm down.

You spend so long deliberating that Ten makes the decision for you. He passes one of the bags over to you, and then another, and when you’ve got bags of food in each hand, Ten starts walking in the direction of WayV’s dorm. You follow quickly behind.

The dorm is dark and quiet when Ten forces the door open. He slips off his shoes, drops his keys in a basket by the door, and trots on into the darkness. You hesitate, suddenly aware of how you’re alone with Ten and no one else knows where you are. Not that you think he’d, like, murder you or anything like that, it’s just an instinctive kind of paranoia you’d feel if it were any man leading you into a situation like this.

“Are you coming inside?” Ten calls, and a second later the lights flip on, illuminating the entry way and the rows and rows of shoes beside the door. You let your shoes join the ranks, and you slide across the floor in your socks, stepping into the open area of the living room and kitchenette. 

Off to the left is the living room area: a wide bay of windows looking out to the street with vertical blinds slightly hindering the view. There’s a rather comfy looking sofa, a beanbag chair, a large TV, and various video game consoles. 

Directly to your right is the kitchenette, just a fridge and a stove, a microwave, a toaster, and a blender. Ten’s shoving some of his load of leftover food into the fridge, and you sit yours carefully on the limited counterspace. It doesn’t stay there for long. Ten unpacks it and the pair of you move across the room to the sofa (which is just as comfy as it had looked), and he turns on Netflix. You eat and watch, and finally when the last of the food is gone it’s very late and you’re very full.

Ten takes the take out containers as one episode ends, and you wonder if this is the moment when you should tell him that you should leave, head back to your dorm. But a large part of you doesn’t want to leave. You’re really comfortable on this sofa, with Ten, watching this interesting show. 

“Are you feeling better now?” Ten asks, falling back down beside you, he lifts his knees up to his chest and wraps his arms around them. 

“Mmm, but now I’m stuffed.” You sigh. “I don’t think I can even move.”

“So don’t,” Ten says, “Text your members and tell them where you are so they don’t worry. Stay. We can finish bingeing this.”

You excuse yourself to the bathroom for a few moments to collect your thoughts, and while you’re in there you rinse your face and stare at your reflection. Then you pull out your phone and text your members that you’re staying at a friend’s place tonight.

Come tomorrow, you know you might have a few regrets. You might regret all that food you’d just eaten when you wake up feeling bloated. You might regret walking out of practice earlier. You might regret not sleeping in your own bed for an attempt at a good night’s sleep. 

But as you rejoin Ten on the sofa, you somehow don’t think you’ll regret this. 

He produced a large, fluffy blanket from somewhere and as you scoot closer to him, he drapes it over you and you huddle together side by side. Not that the dorm is really cold or anything, it just feels so nice to be so close to each other, sharing body heat under the blanket.

At some point, the day’s stresses finally hit you. Your eyelids droop, your head nods, and you barely even feel when Ten guides your head to his shoulder. 

You dream of a stage, performing up there all alone, a single blazing spotlight focused on you and only you. You can hear the murmurs of the audience as you dance, every sound magnified in the odd quietness of the crowd; every squeak of your shoes on the stage, your breathing thunderous, even the sound of your hair flying loosely around your face has sound. It’s such an odd and mildly terrifying experience, to be so alone and so observed.

You wake with a start.

The TV shut off at some point, and the room is built out of slate gray and black shadows except for the muted blue glow coming from the clock on the microwave across the room. You’re on your side, the blanket still draped over you, and then you hear the quiet of Ten’s breath, feel the flutter of it against your skin, the warmth of his against your back, his legs tangled with yours.

You don’t know how exactly you got like this, to be spooning with Ten on the sofa. But you’re not mad or perturbed or anything other than comfortable and content. 

He shifts a little in his sleep, makes the quietest whispery murmur that could almost be a word, though in what language you’re not sure. You press back against him, sink into his warmth, and you fall back asleep.

It doesn’t seem much later when you wake again.

Your phone is vibrating loudly on the floor, chiming quietly as well. Blearily you reach for it, and through the haze of your half-lidded eyes, you read that it’s your manager calling. 

“Turn it off.” Ten mumbles, reaching over you to try to lower your phone. When he misses, he doesn’t pull the arm back, just curls it over your waist, dragging you more firmly back against him. You let the phone fall back to the floor because you know you’re not going to answer your manager.

For one thing, it’s quarter past five in the morning. You crave sleep and relaxation, and you know that as of yesterday, your schedule for today was empty until after noon. 

For a second thing, Ten’s scent and heat encompasses you, drawing you back into him, and as you sink against him, you feel him pressing back against you.

You roll over carefully to face him, not that it really helps the situation. You can still feel Ten--a hard rigid line in his pants--pressing against your hip. And when you lift a hand to touch Ten’s chest, he stirs, eyes only opening a crack, but it’s enough for him to see you so close and he covers your hand with his, laying your palm flat over his heartbeat.

You make the next first move, lifting your hand toward his jaw. Ten’s fingertips burn against the back of your hand, following you to caress his face with your fingers, admiring the shadows of his face. He watches you carefully, and when you lean closer, lifting your mouth to his, he doesn’t flinch but lets his eyelids flutter closed.

The first press is gentle, soft, not more than a peck.

Ten sighs as you pull back just an inch, and then you dip back in for more and he opens his mouth to let you in. The taste of his mouth is so sweet, but there’s a bitterness to it as well like the take out you’d eaten together hours ago, but you crave more of him, press closer.

Slowly, Ten pulls you over him, your legs slotting together, your chest laid against his. You absentmindedly grind down against him until he moans and drops his head back to swear, “Fuck, what are you doing to me?”

You push your fingers into his hair, and Ten looks up at you as if he’s beholding the entirety of the universe above him. You squirm, pushing your hips down against his thigh, grinding against his bulge again, and Ten’s hands grasp at your waist. You bite your lip, toy with his hair, and Ten swears again and the sound of it is so unrestrained and hungry that you feel a burst of heat in your belly, a gush of wetness where his leg presses between your legs.

This all feels very sudden, but also long overdue. 

You think of all the late nights alone together practicing and laughing and talking. Imagine what it would have been like if you’d just kissed him one of those nights. Not that you would have at first. For the first few weeks you made sure to not say or do anything that he would think was you coming onto him in anyway because for those first few weeks you definitely believed that Ten was probably gay. 

He’d done little to dissuade you from that notion until a night when you mentioned dating in the industry, and Ten said, “I’ve never had the guts to bring anyone I liked into this. Fans can be so hateful towards girlfriends, I’ve seen it with like Kai hyung. I wouldn’t want to bring a girl I liked under criticism like that.” To which you’d asked, “A girl you liked?” And Ten had nodded, not really noting your ever-so-slight tone of surprise then, and he said, “Yeah, right now there’s not really anyone,” he gave you a sideways look and a smile, “But maybe someday I’ll find a girl who I just won’t be able to get out of my head or my life.”

And now here you are, straddling his thigh on his sofa in his otherwise empty dorm. Are you a girl that he likes enough to not be able to get you out of his head?

His fingertips dip under your shirt, warm on your bare skin as they push just inside your waistband, holding there.

“I was dreaming about you,” Ten tells you. “It all felt so real. The heat of you on me, your perfume and shampoo. How soft you are.” His fingers sink a bit deeper under your clothes, and you want them even deeper, touching you where you need him. Your breath hitches when he does push the waistband of your pants down a little more, the cooler air of the dorm meeting your heated skin. You feel Ten’s heartbeat thundering against yours where your chests are pressed together.

When his fingers skim over the curve of your ass, your breath stutters out of you, and you drop your head to his shoulder with a whimper.

“Is this okay?” He asks, turning his lips to touch your hair. You nod, but Ten waits until you murmur a “yes” before he continues. 

You lift your hips to help as he pushes your pants and panties down your legs, and when your hips sink down again, you feel the fabric of his jeans against your bare wet pussy. And a moment later, his nimble fingers brush against your heat. You bite back another sound, tucking your face against his neck.

“Have you done this before?” Ten asks.

“I fumbled around with a boy when I was in high school.” Your lips touch his throat with each word. “But he was the only one. It’s been a while. You?”

Ten only gives you a “Yeah,” and doesn’t elaborate with any details.

You grind down against his thigh, attempt to push back to get his fingers to touch you more, but Ten’s hands return to your hips, holding you still. You sit up to look down at him, and his eyes fall down your body to where your shirt ends and your bareness begins. Heat flushes through you, embarrassment a bit, but Ten’s eyes show nothing but appreciation as he takes in the sight of your pussy against his thigh.

He clears his throat.

“Can I eat you out?” 

By this point, the morning light is starting to turn the room from darkness into pale blueness. So there is absolutely no mistaking the hungry way he looks at you. No mistaking the way he licks his lips, the way that his hands flex against your hips and his dick twitches within the confines of his pants against your thigh. 

“Please?” Ten asks, and his hold on you has you shifting up his body slightly. Your pussy throbs when you look at his lips again, at his whole pretty face, imagining that tucked between your thighs, his tongue working magic on you. 

Ten shifts and wiggles until he’s more comfortable, and to accommodate for that, you shift as well so you’re straddling his hips instead of just the one thigh, and now you sit fully against his bulge. You feel him pulse against your wet heat, divided only by a couple layers of cloth. He feels a decent size, and you wish you could just have him inside you, but Ten once again licks his lips and pleads a soft, “Please sit on my face.”

Hearing him beg for you like that is like nothing else you’ve ever experienced. You go immediately, letting him shift you up his body until your knees rest on the cushion on either side of his head. Ten looks up at you, his thumbs stroking your hips, gentle circles with his fingers, his breath warm and wet.

And at the first touch of his mouth on your needy pussy, you moan for him.

His eyes are half-lidded, his tongue pleasant and warm as he tastes you, and the first beams of morning sunlight break into the room. 

You squirm and wiggle and Ten laps at your juices, you grind down against his tongue. He moans, hands grasping at you, pulling you down harder against his face. You press your fingers into his hair, sighing his name as he sucks on your clit, and when he twists his head to the side to nip at your thighs, you swear quietly, but Ten quickly buries his face back against you again, licking and sucking and drinking your wetness.

Your thighs shake on either side of his head as you get closer, and you can feel him smiling against your, loving how he’s getting you to fall apart for him. 

You rub yourself against his tongue, grinding against his face, and Ten pushes a hand up the front of your shirt to get at your breasts, massaging his palm against your chest. 

Sunlight spills into the room, the full golden warming glow of it breaks over your body just as Ten pulls your orgasm from you. You twist your fingers in his hair, whining and moaning and shaking, squeezing his head with your thighs, and yet he just keeps licking at you sweetly.

Dismounting his face is easier said than done. Your legs quiver, and Ten laughs at your wobbly movement as you attempt to balance on one knee. He slides onto his side, his back against the sofa’s back and you just collapse back in front of him and push at his chest, hiding your face in embarrassment.

Ten’s fingers brush over your forehead, fixing a few strands of hair. His other hand pulls your leg up to his waist, fingers tapping a rhythm against your thigh. “Was that good for you?”

“What a stupid question.” You mumble, tucking your face against his chest. “Did I cum that hard and not feel good?” 

“I don’t know, should I do it for you again and see how it compares?” Ten asks, his voice light and amused as his fingers skim up your thigh toward your pussy again. You squirm and whine, and he stops, just massaging your thigh instead. You can still feel his erection against you, but he doesn’t seem in any rush to take care of it. 

Instead he kisses your cheek, nuzzles into your hair, holds you against him like that. He pulls a blanket from the back of the sofa to cover you, and you cling tighter to him and ignore the persistent rising of the sun outside, the passing of time. You don’t want to leave. You want to stay cuddled together on this sofa instead of leaving, returning to your dorm with your group members. 

You slip your arm around his waist, your leg still hoisted up to his hip where he’d brought it, and though Ten makes no effort to do anything about his erection, you still feel it hard against you, and the longer you do, you wonder why he’s not making a move. So you do.

Ten makes an inquisitive sound when you slip your hand inside his pants, but that sound quickly becomes a moan when you curl your hand around him. His tip is wet, his length warm and achingly hard, and when you ease his cock out of his pants, Ten shivers. Especially when you shift and guide him toward your entrance.

“This bit,” You whisper to him, “This bit I’ve not done.”

Ten pauses, holding back even as you try to get him inside you. “You’re still a virgin?” 

You meet his eyes and shrug. “In some ways. Not in others.”

“But in this way?”

“Right.” You nod. You’d only ever messed around with the one guy before. You’d done pretty much everything except have his dick inside you. And then you’d come to SM, became a trainee and you were too focused on perfecting yourself for debut. You’d not had time to waste on dumb boys who you were just going to have to dump before debut anyway. 

But Ten is so much more than just a dumb boy. He’s one of your best friends. A mentor, a friend, someone who you’ve got feelings for, someone who’s in this industry too.

Ten kisses you now, still holding back but his bare cock slides against your wetness. You’re so ready for this, you just want him inside you, but he rolls you onto your back and leans over you.

“Ten.” You whine and grip his shoulder. 

He kisses the corner of your mouth and then your jaw, your neck, down toward your collarbones. And then he sits up, and you watch as he tucks his cock back into his pants.

“What are you doing?” You pout, reaching for his waistband, but Ten gently pushes your hands away. “Don’t you want me?”

“I want to make sure you’re ready for this. And also, I don’t have any condoms. I was just getting carried away. We can’t right now.” Ten explains, slumping back onto the other end of the sofa, running his hands over his hair. He looks at you there like this, looking flushed and wet and ready, your legs spread open so he can see your pretty pussy. 

He swallows hard.

“I want you so much, trust me.” Ten tears his gaze away from between your legs. “But not now. Not like this.”

You sit up, tug your shirt down and yank the blanket back up to cover you. “What’s it going to take? How does it have to be?”

Ten shakes his head a little, like he’s clearing his thoughts. “When we’re more ready. When you weren’t just sobbing and having a panic attack a few hours ago. When I’ve got condoms and an empty dorm again. I want you, I really do, but I don’t think we should risk all of this. Unprotected sex is never a good idea. Plus, it’s going to be your first time, I don’t want you to rush into this.”

“I’m not rushing! I’ve had months to think on this, to think about how much I want you, Ten! You’re handsome and kind and smart and wonderful. You’re gentle and strong, and all of those nights you spent teaching me how to dance better, watching you like that made me want you. I love the way you move, and how you’ve taught me to move like that. So teach me how to fuck, teach me this dance.”

He smiles and reaches for you, and you crawl down the sofa toward him, let him draw you into his lap, and then in for another kiss, sufficiently distracting you for a handful of minutes.

But then he still pulls away from you, strokes your hair back from your face. “Don’t you have a schedule today?”

You pout and sit back on your heels, drop your hand to palm at him (he’s still hard, and you don’t understand how he can be so focused on not getting his own pleasure), and you tell him, “Yes, but not for a few hours. Let’s run out and get some condoms.”

“You’re so horny.” Ten laughs, giving you a nose-wrinkled smile. “Honestly, I’m fine--”

But you don’t care to hear what else he was going to say, you drop down, flatten yourself on the sofa between his stretched out legs, and bring his erection back out into the morning sunlight. 

He moans out loud when you take him into your mouth, lips wrapped gently around his tip, tongue warm against the underside of it. Ten’s hands fly to the back of your head, and he doesn’t pull you off or push you down, he just rests them there as a comforting presence when you start bobbing your head and sucking. 

You find you like the taste of him, the weight of him, on your tongue. You like the way his legs twitch when you push down until you choke around him. You like his moans when you get a hand down to massage his balls. Ten bucks up into your mouth, choking you on his length again, and you love it even more when he gasps your name and swears and babbles in all the different languages he knows and you wish you understood them all too.

“I’m close,” he warns you moments before he spurts over your tongue, his hold in your hair keeping you there as you swallow around him, trying not to choke on his load, just swallowing it down. 

You’ve not even finished and neither has he when he pulls you up. Semen is still dripping from your lips when Ten crushes your mouth to his, and he kisses you with his own cum still on your tongue. He kisses you until your lips feel raw and the cum has dried tacky on your chin and hands and his dick, but then Ten still tries to wipe up with the blanket.

When that fails, he suggests, “Want to wash off?”

He throws the blanket in their laundry machine, and then he fills their shower-tub combo with warm water that fills the room with heat and a light floral scent when he drops in some petals. It’s soft and pretty, much like him and the pretty blush that spreads across his cheeks when you tell him that.

Ten kisses you again for that.

Each of you take your own clothes off, and you spend the whole time checking Ten out, watching every inch of newly exposed skin like you’re ravenous for the sight of him. 

He self-consciously covers his dick, although you’ve already seen that part of him. You appreciate the rest of him, the sight of his bare chest, his thighs, the soft tone of his stomach. You feel his eyes on you too, but you don’t care to cover yourself; you want him to see you.

Ten sinks into the bathwater, and after a moment you follow him in.

“This is nice.” Ten’s words echo around the bathroom. You lean back comfortably against his chest, his heartbeat thumps against your back and you rest your cheek against his shoulder. In a softer voice, he admits to you, “I don’t want to move.”

“We don’t have to. Let your members find us like this. Let mine come looking for me here.” You like this casual intimacy, being naked with each other, bathing together. If he won’t have sex with you just yet, then at least there’s this. His hand finds yours in the water, and he twists his fingers with yours. “We can stay here until we’re fully pruned, Ten-ah.”

There were days when you wished that you had truly never left that bathtub with Ten; when you wished that you wouldn’t have so easily let him talk you out of having sex. The bliss of that morning had lasted only a few more hours before your phone’s insistent ringing had drawn you out of the tub to finally answer your manager’s call. 

You were in trouble.

And now, weeks and weeks later, you were still in trouble, still on lockdown basically. It sucked.

You weren’t allowed to go anywhere without one of the other members or your manager knowing. You weren’t allowed your phone hardly at all. You were only allowed to see Ten if you ran into each other on company premises. Your manager insisted on supervising those interactions, which drove both you and Ten wild. 

You wanted to kiss him. You missed his lips on yours. Just that one morning had made you an addict to his kiss, his touch. 

You couldn’t even text or call him, which made everything worse. 

So you missed him. Terribly. 

But it made sense to you why you were in trouble. You’d not answered any of your manager’s calls for hours that day. You’d run off the night before. Even once you had answered the call, you hadn’t come back to the dorm as commanded for a few more hours. And to top it all off, someone (likely a sasaeng of either yourself or Ten) had taken photos of you and Ten together that night, just walking together along the street.

Representatives from the company had assured the masses that you and Ten were not dating, and now you were being totally kept apart from each other.

Well, until the day of the big SMTown concert. 

You were buzzing around backstage, the adrenaline of performing pumping through your veins as well as the opportunity to see Ten. 

“Unnie, calm down just a bit.” Hanna suggested as you were sitting beside her getting your makeup done, but your leg was bouncing so intensely that you were shaking your whole body, making it difficult for your stylist. 

“Sorry. I’m trying. I’m just so pumped for the show.” You said.

Hanna rolled her eyes and caught Miyeon’s eyes in the mirror too. You watched your two groupmates share a look.

“What?”

Miyeon rolled her eyes too. “We all know that you’re excited to see Ten.” 

You’d confessed to Miyeon, as your best friend in the group, about what had happened that night and morning with Ten. The others didn’t know all of the details exactly, but they knew that you were with Ten and that you were actually really good friends and probably more.

“Their dressing room’s just down the hall. I’m sure you could accidentally walk in there,” Hanna suggested. “Or I could, and you could come looking for me. I’m still not too good at reading Korean as a foreigner, you know.” She made an innocent expression that was totally bullshit. She was fantastic at Korean, though she often played it up to the fans that she wasn’t just so she would seem cuter. “And maybe while we’re in there I’ll get a look at Jaemin.” 

“You’re drooling, Hanna.” Heeyoung came over to stand behind you. “But she’s right. They’re just down the hall, spread out through like three different dressing rooms, so you’d have to pick the right one at the right time to get them both in the same room at the same time. Better to just wait until we’re all on stage.” 

And you know she’s right.

But that doesn’t mean that you don’t peek your head out the door of your dressing room once you’re fully ready to go up on stage. 

You can spot several of the NCT members wandering around outside their dressing rooms, but you don’t spot Ten. Though you do see Jaemin and he stares down your direction when Hanna passes by you so she can go down to Red Velvet’s dressing room to hang out with Yeri.

And finally, you see Ten come out of one of those doorways. His arm is slung around Kun’s shoulders and he’s laughing, then he sees you and he just smiles and waves. You would go approach him, but at that moment, your manager appears and pulls you back into your own dressing room for you to film a little clip to be posted later.

When you and your members are taken to the stage for your turn to perform, you pour your heart and soul into it, but a good portion of your mind is still on Ten, wondering if he’s watching your performance, if he’s been as excited to see you today as you’ve been to see him. You wonder if after the show today you might be able to sneak away.

The performance goes without a hitch. The rest of the concert passes by splendidly, and then at last it’s time for the closing stage with the whole SMTown family on stage.  It’s crowded with all of the artists milling around the stage, smiling, waving, greeting each other and fans, singing and dancing around. 

You almost bump into Ten.

He catches your arm, and though you know there are hundreds of fans around, virtually even more watching, you stand there with Ten and you smile at him, feeling the heat of his hand trailing away from your arm. 

“Hey!” You call loud enough that he can hear you, though with the volume of the place, it’s nearly impossible to hear unless you’re speaking directly into each other’s ears. So when he tries to speak to you, you don’t make out very much of what he says at all.

You lean closer, trying to hear him, and when you do he shakes his head, and shouts louder, “Dance with me!” 

His hand circles your wrist, and he lifts your arms into the air, swaying along to the music. It barely counts as dancing, but you don’t care. 

You smile and wave with your free hand at the audience in front of you, but you hold onto Ten’s hand and sway to the music. Someone says something over one of the microphones, and you and Ten turn to where most everyone’s walking back to the main stage.

Letting go of his hand is the last thing you want to do, but you must. He stays by your side though, still waving at fans, though his smile is more often than not turned to you. You talk nonsense with him, unable to tell him in front of this whole audience that you want him to fuck you, so instead you compliment him on his performance.

You take the final bow beside each other, holding onto his hand with one, onto Miyeon’s with the other. 

The moment you’re offstage, out of sight of fans, you turn and look for him again. Your members move by you, the Shinee members run by, and then you see some of the NCT members coming by, and finally Ten.

You grab his arm and he wraps his around you, squeezing you in a tight hug, his cheek against yours. “I miss you.” You tell him, “I want you.”

Ten looks around, notices that the other artist slipping by aren’t paying either of you any attention. He presses his lips to yours in a relatively chaste kiss. It’s not enough and you both know it. You fist your hands in his shirt, bring his mouth crashing back onto yours. 

You have no plans the following day. Your flight back to Seoul isn’t until the following day, and then several of the girls are going home to visit their families since you’ve got the whole week off. You know Ten’s schedule’s clear the following day too because you’d bribed your manager to find out his flight information and he’d relented, maybe finally taking pity on you in this whole situation.

“Not here.” Ten tells you even as he continues kissing you. “Can you meet me at the hotel gym? At midnight?”

“The gym? Tonight?” 

Ten nods, kisses you again, and then disappears down the hallway, and you have to navigate your way back to your dressing room alone. 

Life seems to always get in your way.

Your manager insists that if you’re going to go down to the hotel gym at this hour alone, then you can’t go. But if he accompanies you, then you can go. “It’s too late, and you definitely shouldn’t be down there working out alone.”

“It’s not even that late?” You direct his attention to the nearest clock, showing that it’s only almost ten o’clock at night.

He shakes his head. “You can’t go alone.”

“But--!” 

He shakes his head sharply. “No. And why do you even want to go work out? You just finished performing. You should rest tonight. I already know you’re going to be complaining for the next few weeks that you’re tired and never get enough rest. Well, take this chance to take a rest. You have a whole week off. If you really want to work out, go then. But tonight, stay in and relax.”

You can see that there’s no way that he’s going to let you leave your hotel room. So you sigh, “Can I at least have my phone back? It’s been weeks. I’ve been good. Followed all of your stupid rules and restrictions. And I’m an adult, oppa. Stop treating me like a kid by taking my phone away.”

“You’re right.” He makes a face. “Every time you act up we should tell you we’re going to restrict your Ten access. Stay right here.”

He leaves your room for a few moments, and when he reappears, he’s got your phone. “Behave, okay? You’ve got your phone. You got to see and talk to and touch Ten earlier. Please, don’t cause me any more trouble. Jihye and Hanna are doing a VLive in their room. Miyeon and Heeyoung are right next to you. My door is right across the hall, remember, so if you try to go down there tonight, I’ll know.”

“I won’t leave my room, oppa. Good night.” You hurry him out, and as soon as he’s gone you lock the door and leap onto your bed, rejoicing that you got the lucky draw for the single room. And then you call Ten.

His phone rings. And it rings and rings and rings. 

Right before it sends you to voicemail, he answers, speaking your name breathlessly into the phone. “You’ve got your phone back?”

“Yes, and my manager won’t let me leave my room to come down to the gym.” You sigh and stare up at the ceiling. “But he never said anything about anyone coming here. I have my room all to myself.”

Ten’s end of the call is silent for a moment, just crackling static, and then, “What’s your room number?”

He’s at your door fifteen minutes later, softly knocking, and you quietly open the door to let him slip inside, then you close it just as quietly.

Ten slides his arms around your waist, and you spin in his arms to face him, cling to his shoulders and let him press you back against the door as he kisses you breathless, until your belly is in knots.

You untangle yourself from him, taking one of his hands from your waist, you begin to lead him away from the door, toward the bed instead. And that’s when Ten spots your bluetooth speaker. “I’m gonna play some music,” he tells you, pulling out his phone from his pocket, and when he does, a whole string of condoms falls out. 

You stoop to pick them up, toss them over onto the bed. Ten quickly taps through his phone, and soon music is playing through the speaker, and he drops his phone to put his hands on you again. 

You start by pushing his jacket from his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, and you lift his sweatshirt over his head, groan when you see the tshirt he’s wearing beneath that. “How many layers have you got on?” You whine, dipping your fingers underneath to push it up his chest, getting him naked from the waist up. Ten laughs, his hands moving to strip you too, a much easier feat as you’re only wearing a tshirt and a sleeveless top beneath, which he pushes down to your waist before unfastening your bra.

He touches you lightly, his hands skimming up your side, cupping your breasts, a thumb teasing over each nipple as they harden under his attention. “You’re so beautiful,” Ten tells you, backing you toward the bed, kissing you once before you turn away, pushing your pants and panties down and slinking back onto the mattress.

As you look at Ten there at the foot of the bed, carefully stripping out of his pants, you’re filled with an overwhelming want and need for him. You’re wet and hot, and when you slide a hand down to touch yourself, Ten groans, and his cock appears in his hand as he moves onto the bed too. 

You sigh his name, reaching for his hip, drawing him closer.

The music flows through the room, filling the silences, masking any of the sounds you might be making that would otherwise be audible to the rooms on either side of yours. 

Ten watches as you play with yourself, your wetness glistening in the room’s lighting. You’re about to actually get a finger inside yourself when Ten’s hand touches your wrist. “I want to do that. Let me do that for you.”

As if you would tell him no?

Ten sinks over you, and his fingers dip between your legs, touching your clit, slipping through your wetness, and then at last, he presses one finger inside you. You squirm and whimper softly, touching his shoulders and his chest, tangling your fingers around the back of his neck to pull his mouth down against yours.

“So pretty,” Ten coos, kissing you once before he moves his kisses to your neck. “Watching you perform earlier tonight, all I could think of was how pretty you are, how talented. How much you deserve to be happy and feel good. Like this.” He slowly pumps his finger inside you, but you want more, and when you buck your hips and whine about it, he gets the message and fits another finger in beside the first. 

He fingers you gently, taking his time in getting you nice and wet, stretched for his cock. He kisses you, whispering praises that make you wetter and needier, until you’re certain that you’re dripping onto the bed, creating a puddle on the sheets, but Ten doesn’t let up. He uses his thumb on your clit, swirling it in circles while he presses three fingers inside you, massaging that spongy pleasurous spot inside you.

“Ten, please.” You beg. “Please let me cum.”

He nods, kisses your throat where he can feel your heartbeat. “Cum for me.”

His fingers curl, his thumb rubs your clit just right, and you close your legs around his hand, twist your fingers in his hair, and keen his name. Your orgasm pulses through you in waves as Ten keeps fucking you on his fingers. He even kisses down your throat to your chest and leaves little love bites on your breasts.

And you feel satisfied, but still hungrier for him.

No sooner has he pulled his fingers out, wiping them on the bedsheets, than he’s moving forward, reaching for the string of condoms you’d tossed aside earlier.

Ten tears one open, and you watch as he rolls it down his length, and then you reach for him, pulling him in between your legs where you’re warm and wet and needy. “Fuck me, Ten. I need to feel you fill me up. Please.”

You’re ready for him. Never been readier.

His tip pushes inside you, a strange feeling but not painful or uncomfortable really. And then the rest of him follows slowly. He eases into you, gazing down at you and the way that you bite your lip to keep from moaning, the way you turn your head to the side so you don’t have to look at him looking at you feeling embarrassed about your body and the way that he’s inside you. It feels so strange and intimate and good and sweet and right to be doing this with Ten.

“You okay?” He asks once he’s fully inside you. You breathe shortly feeling odd with something as long and wide around as a penis inside of you. It’s much different than fingers or a tampon. “Alright?”

You nod. “Fine. How are you?”

“I’m good,” Ten laughs. “Just chilling inside a beautiful girl.”

You lift your hips slightly, and something in Ten’s expression changes. He pulls back just a bit and then pushes into you again, sucks his bottom lip into his mouth until you reach up, drag your thumb just under his bottom lip and then lean up to kiss him.

You find very quickly that the rhythm of his hips moving against yours, his cock thrusting inside you, it’s a rhythm that you can follow with your own movements, the rise and fall of your chests against each other, lifting your hips to meet his thrusts. It’s all just a dance. A very, very intimate dance, but a dance nonetheless.

Ten soon is moaning for you, burying his face against your shoulder to kiss and bite at the sensitive skin there. Marking you, but in a place where no one will see. He pushes one of your legs higher, giving himself a different angle to thrust in at, and you drag your nails down his back and cry out his name.

When he cums, it’s sudden. His teeth drag against your skin, his breath hot and fast as he moans, bucking into you and filling the condom, though you do wish that you could feel him cumming inside you. His heartbeat races, you can feel it where your hand rests against his back, thundering under your palm.

And you’re not sure what comes over you then, what confidence it is that convinces you to push him over onto his back, and you sit upon him, and ride his cock. 

Ten lifts a hand to your breasts, watching you with warm, sensual eyes as you seek your own orgasm. His thumb of his other hand finds your clit again, rubbing circles on the sensitive nub until you feel a pressure building low in your belly, the sweet build up that tingles from your belly to your toes and in your fingers, and Ten sits up, wraps an arm around your waist, his lips dance over your shoulder again, his thumb still building your pleasure, and you cry out, moaning and swearing and your orgasm overflows through you, and it grows more intense and then you hear Ten swear and you can feel your orgasm literally spilling from you as you squirt on his cock.

But it feels so good even as you’re overwhelmed with embarrassment. It takes you a moment to come down, wrapped around his softening erection, your belly and his sticky from your essence.

“That’s embarrassing,” you mumble when you’ve somewhat recovered. 

Ten laughs. “No, it’s cute. I promise. Very cute.” He dips forward to kiss you. “You’re the cutest. I wish you could’ve seen yourself just then. So sexy and cute, pretty and wet and warm around me. Never wanna let you out of my arms again.”

He wrapped his arms tight around you and rolled you under him once more, showering your face in kisses until you’re laughing with him still inside you, a stranger sensation than anything yet.

After a while, Ten does pull out of you, leaving you to dispose of the condom. You go pee and get a glass of water, and then the pair of you crawl back into the big bed, drawn together under the covers like magnets, and you fall asleep tangled together like that.

In the morning, you’re woken by your manager knocking on the door, telling you that it’s already late, and you should be awake by now. You hear Miyeon’s voice as well, calling that she wants to go exploring, and she wants you to come with her.

But Ten’s still beside you in bed, looking sleepy and soft. You want to spend the morning with him, wrap yourself around him and draw pleasure from each other again, but Ten kisses your shoulder and climbs from the bed. “You should go. I’ll see you back in Seoul.”

You dress quickly, brushing your hair into a messy bun, and before you walk out the door, you snag Ten’s sweatshirt from the pile of his clothes on the floor and put it on. 

If Miyeon or your manager notices the love bites peeking out from the collar of a sweatshirt that’s not yours, neither of them says a thing.

The End

a/n: this was not the story I originally intended. like I was going to write a bakery friends to lovers au with ten, but it became this instead oops. anyway I hope you enjoyed it! please let me know what you thought, like and reblogs are appreciated!

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Here We Go Again | An MJF Fanfic Part 4

Status: *Not requested*

Description: Bella was a teen wrestler working in the Indy circuit until an injury cost her her short career. She and MJF were friends turned lovers, turned strangers and friends again. What happens when she joins AEW to lead a faction with her ex? Will their history jeopardize their rekindled friendship?

A/N: This is an alternate universe (no covid :p) where MJF didn’t earn a spot in the inner circle. Hope you all enjoy my original story!

See also: (Part 1) (Part 2)

“Is it possible for me to kiss you?” James’ voice was shaking. We parked up in front of Britt’s after our date. We had a great time at a bar in downtown Jacksonville. I liked talking to him. He’s very down to earth and mature. I’ve dated guys his age before and they weren’t mature when they were supposed to be. We got along great and the three hours we spent together felt like no time at all. We listened to music and talked about life and what we wanted out of it. The talks were never shallow which I appreciated. I looked at him with a smile. “It’s possible.” He smiled back and leaned in. I leaned over the consol. He placed his hand on my cheek and pulled me in softly. In one swift motion his lips connected with mine. It was slow and sweet. He was a good kisser but I couldn’t help but compare him to Max. They were both soft and tender. It was different though, there was love behind my kisses with Max, even last week. I had to figure what I wanted from him. Am I able to move on? Maybe it’s not with James, but maybe it’s not with anyone.  We pulled away, smiling. “Sweet,” he said.  I giggled, “you’re good.” He laughed, “thank you, so are you.” We talked a little bit more before saying goodnight. He waited for Britt to open the door for me before pulling off. Britt hugged me when I walked in. “What the...?” “How was it?” She grinned.  “It was fun.” “And did he kiss you?” She grinned.  “Were you watching?” Britt closed her lips together, looking around the room. “Nooo?” I shook my head, laughing. “He did.” “Was it good?” “He was good.” I put on my best smile. Britt of course didn’t buy into my giddiness. “What happened? Did he say something douchy? I’ll kill him. You think you know a guy,” she shook her head.  “No, Britt. He’s great. It’s just...Max slipped into my mind.” I sat on the couch in defeat. “He wasn’t on my mind before that kiss.” Britt sat next to me. “Oh Bell, what are you going to do about Max?” “I don’t know. All I know is this was a bad idea.” “No, stop it’s not. You’re just confused.” “How can I get over it?” I dropped my head to my hands. Britt rubbed my back to comfort me. “I don’t know babes, I don’t know.” I heard footsteps behind us. I sat up and looked back at Austin. “What’s going on?” He placed his hands on his hips. “She’s having a moment,” Britt said with a sigh. Austin nodded his head. “Are you okay kiddo?” “Max,” was all I could say.  “My name isn’t Max, but...” “It’s about Max you dip,” Britt rolled her eyes. “I know that babe, I’m trying to make her smile.” “Well you failed,” Britt said, causing me to chuckle. She looked at me, “I won.” “Britt won,” I said softly. Austin shook his head, “seriously. What happened?” Austin walked in front of us.  “How do I get over this comparing guys to Max?” “Get under him,” he shrugged.  “Tried that. Made things worse.” Austin looked at me then at Britt with wide eyes. “I um shouldn’t have said that. I didn’t want to know.” “She’s not a child anymore babe.” “But she’s like my sister.” He turned his attention back to me. “You need guy advice, don’t you?” “Duh, Jenkins.” I said and Britt laughed. “Seriously, what should I do?” I sat, laying my head on the couch backing. “Talk to him about it. you two will be working close together for a while. The tension might be great for tv, but you need peace of mind.” “I had a feeling you’d say to talk to him,” I sighed.  He chuckled, “you have to be an adult about it.” He’s completely right. As much as I hated it, Austin is usually right when I get advice from him. Austin left for bed while Britt and I talked about my night. I needed to get Max off my mind, at least for the night. I was going to see him in the morning. I’ll have to rip the band-aid off and that’s just what I was going to do.

The next day Britt drove me to the airport. I made my way through TSA and met up with Max. He was sitting at a coffee shop, phone in hand. An announcement came over the speakers saying flights to New York will be delayed. I approached him and sat in the chair across from him. He looked  up at his phone and smiled at me. “Hey, you.” “Hey, how’s it going?” “Eh, pissed that our flight will be another hour.” He looked at the board next to us with all the flights and times they will leave and arrive somewhere. “Well that sucks.” We made small talk. I couldn’t bring myself to talk to him just yet. We talked about next week. I didn’t want to bring down the conversation by telling him what’s on my mind. It started to irritate me to the point where I just had to tell him. “Max? Can I... I need to tell you something.” “Yeah what’s up? You look nervous.” He placed his hand on mine and gave it a quick squeeze. My palms were sweating and my mouth went dry. I needed that to be the other way around. I just came out and spewed word vomit at him. “James asked me out so we went out and he kissed me. When he did kiss me I thought about you and now I’m a mess because I’m thinking about you.” I took a deep breath. Max had a blank expression on his face. We sat in an awkward silence for a couple of minutes. “So you went out with James?” I nodded. “And you kissed him?” I nodded again. “And you thought of me?” “Max I just told you.” “Do you still love me? And don’t say you’ll always love me, you know what I mean.”  “I don’t know Max and that’s the problem.” “How did you feel about me when we fucked?” His tone got more aggressive. I didn’t answer. He pulled his chair closer to mine. “How did you feel about me when we fucked?” He whispered in the same tone. His face was only inches from mine. “Look at me.”  “It felt amazing. I missed you and being in your arms,” I said softly. Our eyes connected. He reached out and cupped my cheek with his hand. “Then be mine again,” he ran his thumb across my cheek bone.  “Max I-I don’t know.” He dropped his hand and stood up. “Well when you know, come talk to me.” He took his luggage and walked away. I watched as we walked towards the gate. My head started pounding and my heart sunk. We can’t even be friends. I didn’t want to ruin things, but here we are. He doesn’t even want to be my friend and that’s what hurts the most. I got a text from James asking how I was. I lied to avoid conversation. He told me to have a safe flight and we left it at that.  Max and I sat in different rows. He didn’t even look at me I felt like a huge pile of crap. My throat tightened, I couldn’t help but let tears flow. All of a sudden a memory came back from when we were 16. 

                                              .     .     .    .     .     .  

I took the train from school to the training facility. It was only a half hour ride. Davey picked me up from the station and had another kid in the passenger’s seat. He looked about my age, dark hair and dark deep set eyes. He had an air of confidence about him, almost to the point of cockiness. He looked kind of small so maybe he was trying put on a façade. He would look at me every once in a while through the rearview mirror. It wasn’t anything creepy, more of trying to figure me out. Even though I had my school uniform on I still looked like I was fixing to fight someone. I always put on my own hard exterior even though deep down I’m a sweet person. I kept my head down to keep from an awkward stare. He talked to Davey about how excited he was to start training. I found out that Max was being trained by the main trainer at the school. Davey just started as a trainer last year when I began here. When I was 13 I went to a wrestling school just for fun. It was something I ended up really enjoying. I wasn’t serious about it though until I realized I could actually be successful. At 13 I did both dance and wrestling, but I chose the latter not only because it was more enjoyable, but it became my dream turned reality. Focusing on wrestling was the best decision I made.  Once we got to the school I went to the restroom and got dressed in my sweatpants. I tied my hair up and made my way to the main room. All the trainers would get together and set up matches for all the students. There were three people assigned to a trainer with five trainers in total. The females would go against each other and the males will. Sometimes we’ll have intergender matches if we begged for it. All the trainers introduced a new member to their team. The boy from the car’s name was Maxwell Friedman. He clearly looked like the youngest, but he carried himself as if he was older than he actually is. I on the other hand always seemed younger in the way I presented myself. I don’t have the best posture and radiated timid young girl vibes. He scanned everyone and rested his gaze on me. I looked away quickly. Boys never really looked in my direction before, at least I didn’t notice them looking at me. Going to an all girls Catholic school didn’t help the cause. We all gathered around the ring and had matches one by one. I was the fourth match and went up against a girl named Fiona. She was a few inches taller than me and had slightly bigger arms. I could lift half my body weight, but I didn’t do that enough to see major results. I didn’t want big arms, I just wanted to be strong. Davey coached me while her trainer coached her. There was no winners or losers in these matches. It was more to build up our endurance and skill. We all got 10 minutes for each match. After my match it was time for a dinner break. We all sat around to eat and talk. I ended up sitting next to Max. We started to talk since everyone else was scarce. He started talking first. “So, how old are you?” “16,” I nodded. The corners of his lips turned into a smile. “So am I. What month were you born?” “September, you?” “I’m older. March,” he said proudly. I let out a chuckle. He continued talking, “you’re a good wrestler.” I smiled. It was the highest compliment for me. “Thank you. I’m looking forward to seeing your skill.” “I have plenty,” he smirked. I rolled my eyes and laughed. “You’ll see.” And that I did. He wrestled the next time we had class. On Tuesday’s and on Friday’s is a training class with our individual trainers. One Saturday a month the whole school would put on a show for friends and family. When the next Tuesday rolled around I became brave and started a conversation with Max. We decided to ask our trainers if we could have a match together. They agreed and let us do it. We were coached through and found out that we had a lot of chemistry in the ring. Every move I made was natural and didn’t have much thought behind it. 

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WGM ep 2 ish?

That one time that Huannie saved someones life {I know this wouldn’t happen in real life but I got inspo from the Good Doctor.} 

Being late to events was not something Huannie took great pride in, she had barely slept as it was and was somehow late for filming. 

She had to arrive at SM entertainment within 20 minutes and her new home was on the other side of town, 40 minutes at least given the traffic warning. 

“Yah, why are you panicking Huan?” Jinyoung spoke up from behind her in the bathroom, sporting an agitating amused smirk. 

“I have to film an interview in like 20 minutes.” She yelled, scrambling to their room to find her heels. She couldn’t find them so she opted for some random trainers she found and grasped the folder in her hands and sprinted for the front door, dodging camera men left right an centre. 

“Yah, eat first Jagi, what are you going to do run there?” He stopped her to shove a bun in her mouth and grabbed his own coat, attempting not to allow her to make a fool of herself. 

“I’ll make it.” She began to argue already out of the door, ignoring the camera men who complained about having to run or walk there. Jinyoung followed after her only to stop dead in his tracks to remember to lock the door. 

The two ran side by side to the bus station hoping to possibly catch a bus instead of having to run there, not for their sake but for their camera men and Jae-Geun’s sake. Since the company hadn’t brought Huannie’s car to the new house this was their best option. 

So they sat in the bus terminal, Huannie wedged in between the men, watching a little girl dance around to Twice playing from her mothers phone.  The camera man who was unfortunately already sweating, suggested Huannie sing along with the girl to make a little bit of entertainment for everyone. People gathered to watch the duo, as Jinyoung filmed it on his phone for future reasons. 

On the plastic chair of the bus terminal was the girls mother, clapping her hands lethargically along to the girl dancing, the man next to her holding her shoulders tightly. Huannie observed her a little bit longer than the man had liked, she noticed that the woman was indeed pregnant- probably near her due date. But the minor detail that one wouldn’t notice unless you were actively looking for it: The woman had an unhealthy look to her skin complexion along side the nervous beads of sweat you could see on her forehead. Huannie tensed up as she followed the woman’s left arm to see that her hand was holding her neck, tighter than usual. 

{Cut to a scene where she gets asked about how she noticed something was wrong.} 

“You could tell he was a drinker, and I assumed that was the reason she leaned away from him at first. From the outside it would look like a perfect marriage, yet the woman had bruises on her arm that couldn’t have been from wacking it wrong. 

Huannie watched almost in slow motion as the woman’s body got tired of holding up her hands and the wound on her neck was evident for everyone to see, Huannie nudged Jinyoung to look after the little girl as she started towards the couple. The man looked tense as he started the gather that Huannie knew what he was up to, and swiped his arm one more time across her neck and the woman crumbled. 

“Geun!” Huannie screamed to catch the woman in the process of falling, so her manager/body guard could quickly grab a hold of the man. Huannie had thought she was thinking too much into things, she’d never expected him to lash out in public let alone in front of the cameras. The little girl who was innocent enough to see why Huannie had ran towards her mother had begun screaming, it took everyone in the station to know what was going on. The passerby’s no longer clapping along to the beat. 

“Jinyoung don’t let her over here!” She yelled putting compression on the wound, it was as if Huannie kicked started into action, taking off her jacket to put on the woman’s neck. Huannie frantically searched around her for objects that would help. “Doe’s anyone have a clean piece of fabric?” 

She shouted around her searching for someone with a suitable piece of fabric that she could use. Her eyes searched only to find an older lady with a silk scarf tied to her wrist. Soon a man with a big back came running over and crouched directly behind her. 

“Okay, she’s got  a laceration on her neck, is she hurt anywhere else?” The man began asking Huannie. “I’m a doctor.” As they both did thorough check around her body, Huannie trailed her hands down the side of her stomach and gasped. 

“Ajumma, you’re scarf I need it.” She held her right hand out that wasn’t in compression and held it out for the scarf and handing it to the doctor. “She’s dilated.” 

She turned her attention away from the scene to find Jinyoung who was trying to coax the little girl into the convenience store. 

“You’re killing her sir.” She turned her attention back to see the doctor press the scarf on the woman base of her neck. She began scanning the woman’s body as the doctor glared at her continuing his method. 

“I think I remember my seven years of residential thank you.” 

“You would be correct if she was a normal healthy woman, considering she’s dilated and ready to give birth, you’re pushing on her trachea, therefore in short terms you’re killing her sir.” It was almost as if all the questions started to link together, Huannie guided his hands 27 degrees downward. Low and behold the woman began breathing again. 

“Jagi! Bring her over here please.” She called over to Jinyoung who still hadn’t been able to coax the girl into the store, meanwhile the doctor had begun measuring how dilated the woman was. 

“Hi sweetie- Can you tell me your Eomma’s name?” Huannie asked keeping her hands out of sight of the young girl, calmly turning the girls head away from the her mother on the floor. 

“Lee Hye-jin.” 

“Ne, when’s your little sibling due sweetie?” 

“Eomma said he’s coming in four weeks.” 

“Okay, can you be brave for you Eomma and go with Samjon?” The little girl sniffled and Huannie nodded reassuringly pushing her away gently for Jinyoung to take her away. She gave the girl a kiss on her forehead and nodded for Jinyoung to take her. 

“Hey lady! She’s going into labour.” The doctor called for her attention and she went running. 

“Okay Hye-Jin, my names Ai-Huan we’re going to help you okay?” She rehearsed calmly sending a look to the doctor, who discreetly began to nod to the womans jeans. They were pooled with blood. 

“I can’t have him yet- not here, he’ll kill us.” She began to panic even more after she turned her head slightly to see Geun trying to find the man after a fist fight. 

“We need to move her, now.” The doctor announced and Huannie huffed in irritation looking for an enclosed space, preferably somewhere they could lock. 

“Jagi!” Jinyoung yelled and motioned over to the store, Huannie almost smacked herself for not knowing. 

“Okay Hye-Jin-ah, I need you to co-operate. We need to move you into the store, but I need you to keep breathing slowly.” 

“Ready sir?” 

“Go!” 

They manage to move her into the store and rapidly locked the door, ordering the shop keeper to lock any other doors that could be accessed from the outside. 

“Hye-Jin, I know this is hard for you right now, but you and your daughter are safe we can’t prolong this any longer.” 

“I can’t he’ll-” 

“Listen to me, there’s a strapping handsome bodyguard out there preventing him from doing so, the proteins from your placenta are poisoning your bloodstream. In any moment you could have an eclamptic seizure that could kill you and your son.” The doctor cut her off bluntly, to which Huannie moved Hye-Jin’s face to look at her instead. 

“In nicer terms, we have no choice.” Huannie didn’t wait for an answer as she used the scissors to cut through the woman’s jeans. 

“Ai-Huan just save my baby.” The woman cried and Huannie just set a hard look on her face and nodded to the man next to her, who took it as an okay to go ahead. 

“What’s your name honey?” Huannie motioned for the girl to come over, “Jinyoung go call an ambulance and tell them that they need to arrest a man in a navy blue cap.” 

“Lee Choi I’m-”

“Okay Choi sweetheart can you help me and press this as tight as you can.” Choi smiled brightly and eagerly moved to Huannie’s side and did exactly what she said. 

“Okay Hye-Jin we need to start pushing.” 

It took two hours for the newborn boy to arrive, it seemed everything was okay but the only sounds in the store was the laboured breathing of Hye-Jin. 

“Huannie-ssi he’s supposed to cry! Why isn’t he crying?” The mother began to panic as the Idol began to gently slap the baby’s bottom, with no luck the boy still did not cry. 

“Sir have you got a manual air pump?” 

After five minutes of wishful pumps with the air pump the boy started screeching and Huannie almost passed out from relief, she handed the little boy to his mother and returned to the comforting arms of Jinyoung smiling sweetly down at the scene before her. 

“Huannie-ssi.” The woman called as Huannie and the doctor was exchanging their thanks to the other. 

“Ne?” 

“Have you got a name in mind? You saved us both-” 

“Jong-hyun, please name him Jong-hyun.”  Huannie answered with a soft smile on her face as she watched the baby boy settle in Hye-Jin’s arms. Jinyoung glanced at her wide eyed at the answer. Chang Ai-Huan hadn’t spoke about her fallen friend for two years, he wondered if this was a step to healing for her.  “And Hye-Jin-ah?” 

“Ne?” 

“I’ll leave my number with the paramedics, call whenever you need help, oh and I want daily updates.” 

And with that the couple left with happy smiles on their faces. She hoped Jonghyun was proud of her today, that she saved the little boy since she couldn’t save him in time. It was an amazing feeling that she left with. After two years she finally came to peace with what happened on the 18th of December. 

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3 Easy Steps to Fast Lossing Weight(In First Week)

3 Steps to Lose Weight That Last

When it comes to losing weight, I can help you reach your weight loss goals. But you can achieve your goals with these three steps to help lose weight.

Like most things in life, losing weight (a lot of weight) boils down to conscious effort, discipline, determination, and perseverance.

Losing 10, 20, 50, 100 pounds or more is all due to what you do daily. If you do what you're supposed to do (eat right + exercise) day in and day out, then you'll eventually lose all the weight you want.

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However, if you make sure to rest and don't do what you're supposed to do, you may never see your weight loss dreams come true. This my friend is the saddest scenario out there.

If you are bored with obesity, or if you are tired of being overweight and if you are ready to start your new life today, then wait because I am about to give you the simple and highly effective weight loss plan you have been waiting for.

are you ready? I'll tell you in just okay terms what you need to do to lose all the weight you want in 3 easy steps to do. However, for this to work, you must maintain your focus and discipline every day to keep taking the steps until you reach your desired results.

Even if you stumble and veer off your weight-loss path, that's okay. If you are able to quickly get back on track, you will work overtime, reaping the benefits of massive weight loss and improved health.

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And now, without more laughter, here are 3 basic steps to losing weight ...

1. Eat less

2. Eat better

3. Exercise

There they are. What is your opinion? A little bit anti-climate, right? You might have been expecting more ... Well, let me tell you if you are able to understand and implement a safe and robustly effective weight loss plan, there is something essential to help you on your journey here to satisfactory results.

As you can see, your body is a delicate machine for controlling weight loss. If you follow the right plan and give your body only what it needs to survive, it will do all the hard work for you.

If you give enough time and follow the three steps above, you can lose tens or even hundreds of pounds without starving yourself or resorting to dangerous body sculpting procedures.

Now, this does not mean that the path to massive weight loss will be easy or that you will not have to struggle a little to reach the desired results. There will be days when you feel the urge to throw in the towel and give up.

On those days, you might indulge your undeniable cravings and go crazy in your neighborhood, all-you-can-eat at the arterial clogging buffet. But hey, that's fine. you are a human. Sometimes you have to go a little bit to get back on track.

However, if you are really committed to reaching even the seemingly unattainable weight loss goals, you can and will do so by following the plan above. Now, for your sake, let's dive a little bit into each step of the plan.

1. Eat less

There really is no doubt about that. If you want to lose weight, you have to start eating less. You have to create a calorie deficit in order for your body to start shedding the pounds.

If you don't start to limit the amount of food you eat, no amount of exercise will help you reach your goals. Eating less of your favorite fatty foods full of fats will be the fastest way to lose massive weight.

It doesn't really matter how much weight you have to lose. Unless you control both conscious and unconscious eating habits, you will be hard-pressed to lose a pound.

No, you have to start cutting back on the amount of food you used to eat. I've heard stories where people would go to Mc Donald's and collect two big meals from a Big Mac.

Obviously, this is too much. In this case, even cutting back on one super-sized serving would be an improvement. But, as we'll see in our next step, the better plan is to ditch the Super Size meal together and start eating better.

2. Eat better

As the saying goes, "We are what we eat." If we eat crap, guess what? However, if we learn to eat well, not only will our waistlines thank us for it, but we will also feel comfortable about ourselves to boot.

One of the quickest changes you can make to your diet when trying to lose weight is to eliminate all of the junk food that you may be accustomed to eating (chips, soda, pizza, donuts, etc.) and start eating more vegetables.

Now, I know what you might be thinking. You might still be traumatized by your mom who wouldn't let you stand up from the dinner table until you've finished all your broccoli but let me tell you, your mom was right.

If you can fill up half of your plate at every meal with rich fiber and nutritious vegetables, then you are on your way to significant, long-term weight loss. This is perhaps one of the simplest things you can do to truly start your weight loss journey.

While it may not be easy to start eating vegetables at every meal, the sooner you start, the better, and the weight will start to melt away faster.

3. Exercise

In order to start your weight loss adventure on high alert, you have to move your body. I don't care if you call it exercise or aerobics or aerobics or whatever point you need to do to raise your heart rate and sweat glands work overtime.

Exercise is the key to sustainable, long-term, and real weight loss. For every kilogram you lose by eating right and exercising, that's an extra pound that will never come back to haunt you.

Why? Because now you know the "secret" of losing weight safely and effectively. If you ever feel like you're creeping back on the dreaded fat scale, then all you have to do is put these three steps into action and watch as you settle and counter any unwanted weight gain.

By exercising on a regular basis, you are giving your body the energy boost it needs to increase your metabolism rate to start losing weight efficiently and effectively on a daily basis. I don't think of you but that sounds fine to me.

The more you push yourself physically, the faster you will notice a change in your body. You may not have to work out with a personal trainer every day but you do need to do something.

Whether you are going for a walk, run, swim, cycling, hiking, or any other physical activity that you wish to do, start doing it now. Don't spend another night on the sofa watching the latest shows. Get your body moving and start losing weight today.

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conclusion

Losing weight (even if it's a lot of weight) is not a rocket science. So rest assured that anyone can do it, even you. However, it will require all patience, discipline, determination, and persistence that you can muster.

Start slow. Take it one day at a time. You may not reach your ideal weight in a week, a month, or even a year, but stick to it and you will reach it. By following the three steps mentioned above, you can also become a success story like many others that preceded it.

So go ahead and start losing all that unwanted weight that years of uncontrolled living have left behind. Take control of your life starting today and soon you'll be happy. When that day comes there will be no review.

Hi! I am Alghawy and love helping people lose weight. First you have to discover your true motivation for your desire to lose weight, and once you do, you will have all the firepower you need to motivate you when the going gets tough. There will be days when you feel like giving up but stick there and eventually you'll see your weight loss goals come true. I believe in you, you can do that.I have a video for you that will help you implement the plan that I gave you. Watch it all and you will see results from the first week of trust in me. Join now and learn the true secrets of fat burning foods. I'll be waiting for you on the other side on Instagram. Thank you!

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Here Comes The Snow...

December is here and so is the colder weather,  as Canadians we are proud to be from the “True North” but  when the cooler weather hits, we run for the indoors.  As children I remember our parents could hardly get us inside regardless of the weather…they dressed us to stay warm. Why should the kids be the only ones to play in the snow? Working out outdoors can be a fun, safe way to stay healthy for all ages, if done right.   Forget that many gyms closed and that many people are not comfortable going back indoors thanks to the coronavirus (COVID-19) pandemic, and make outdoor fitness year-round your new approach to staying healthy.  

Think how fresh air and nature can rejuvenate your sole and ward off the winter blues, think of how it can boost your energy levels  and prevent weight gain during the time of year most of us add some extra insulation! I know what you are thinking “BUT IT’S COLD OUT”…why is that we dress our children to play outside and stay warm but we don’t invest in the right clothing as adults to do the same?  No, I’m not saying to come out in a full snow suit with a scarf wrapped around you hardly able to move…that would be overdressing for your workout. But with a little preparation, precaution and a perhaps a small investment in some winter workout attire, it’s definitely possible to keep fit and enjoy working out year round with RightTrack Fitness.  Here are my  tips for when the colder weather hits:

Get the right gear

The most important thing when doing, well, anything outside in colder temps is to make sure you are dressed appropriately. You will want clothes that fit you right for whatever the activity is, and you’ll want to make sure that you’re prepared for the cold air.  

The quickest way to lose body heat is to get wet. Water is an efficient heat conductor and will quickly move heat away from your body to the cold air outside.  Wet fabric next to your skin will give you an unwanted chill.  Let’s face it getting wet will quickly leave you chilled and miserable and when you are cold and wet you will cut your workout short, not to mention you also increase your risk for hypothermia or even worst you increase the chance for getting frostbite. I know that sounds extreme but in extreme weather you need to make sure you are being safe.

I always tell the folks at my classes to consider layers that can be taken off and added back later For our active workouts.  This allows you to more comfortably — and safely — balance rising body temperatures with the cold air temperatures. The layer closest to your skin should be a moisture-wicking material, like lightweight polyester, nylon or polypropylene, to wick away moisture about 50 percent faster than cotton from your skin to the outer layers to evaporate.

Your second layer is the insulating layer, which should be wool or polyester fleece. You also need layers to trap warm air next to your body and keep out the elements like rain, snow, and wind.  The third, outer layer needs to be wind and rain-repellent. Depending on the weather, your outer shell can be a lightweight nylon windbreaker or vest, or a heavyweight, waterproof jacket. Remember the more water-repellent the shell, the less it will allow moisture from the inside (your sweat) to escape, even if you’re wearing the proper base layer.  When exercising in the cold, this third layer should be removed unless it is raining, snowing or very windy. You can always put the top layer back on during rest times outdoors.

Fingers, ears, noses, and toes are affected most by colder temperatures because blood is shunted to the core of the body, leaving less blood, and subsequently less heat, in your hands and feet.  To keep your extremities from freezing, wear a hat or headband. There are caps and winter hats made to help wick away sweat while retaining heat. Likewise, be sure to wear gloves to protect your hands and fingers. If exercising in extreme cold, consider combining gloves and mittens or a liner under your gloves.  Waterproof or water resistant will be important when doing push-ups, planks, and other fun ground exercises!  You can always take off your gloves or mitts and tuck them in a pocket if you get too warm.  All these add-ons should be wool or synthetic, rather than cotton, to help keep sweat off your skin. To block out biting winds, consider keeping your face covered with a running mask or scarf, something that you can easily breath through but that also shields your skin from the elements.

Don’t forget to put on your thick socks to keep your feet warm.  If you find your toes getting particularly chilly, consider the design of your shoes. “Running shoes are designed to let heat escape, but in chilly weather the cold comes right in. Shoe covers, which you can find at a skiing or hiking retailer, can help lock out the cold. You can also visit a specialty running store to try on shoes that are specially designed to withstand the winter elements. Your running shoes should feature: grippy rubber outsoles that mimic the lugs on a mountain bike tire, and a Gore-Tex lining to protect from cold/wet conditions.  For workouts on snowy, icy surfaces, attaching snow or ice spikes to your running shoes will help you maintain traction to reduce the risk of falls but it’s important to stay off pavement if you’re wearing spikes. They’re designed to pierce snow or ice, so on paved surfaces they can impede balance instead.

I remember as a little girl being dressed in my bulky snowsuit and big boots looking and felling like a big marshmallow.  As I was dragging a toboggan up the hill I was so hot and sweaty.  I didn’t dare unzip my jacket or take off a layer for fear of catching a cold.  When I stopped moving, or tipped over from all the bulky layers, it felt like I instantly froze.  

The biggest mistake in dressing for cold weather exercise is overdressing with too many layers and not peeling them off in time. Exercising will warm you up, and you don’t want to get really sweaty in subfreezing temps.  This will put you at risk of everything from dehydration to frostbite.  Start to remove layers as you feel yourself warming.  Keep the layers close by so you can put them back on if you start to feel cold.  When you start your cooldown and stretching start to put layers back on.

Do not forget to have a headlamp or a toque with a built-in headlamp for evening workouts!  Wearable flashlights are great because they improve visibility for you, and those around you, to help prevent missteps and falls.

Here are 2 great articles to read for tips on dressing for our winter workouts.

https://www.verywellfit.com/how-to-dress-for-winter...

https://www.everydayhealth.com/healthy-living/fitness/easy-winter-exercise-tips-help-you-stay-fit/

Drink your water!

That’s right even in the cold weather we need to hydrate while exercising.  The problem is, when we are outdoors in cooler weather, we don’t have the cues of sweat to remind us we are still losing water. In fact, most people associate dehydration with summer heat and humidity but, dehydration also occurs in the winter.  Here are a few ways we dehydrate without realizing it:

We tend to go for longer periods without water.  Did you know that breathing cold and dry air causes the body to lose significant amounts of fluid?

Unlike in the warmer weather, sweat turns into vapor and isn’t directly on our skin, so there is not the excessive perspiration that acts as a visual cue for us to drink.

During cooler weather we feel about 40 percent less thirsty, but the need for water is unchanged regardless of how warm or cold it is outside.

Here is a great article to read about staying hydrated in the winter months.  https://www.summitmedicalgroup.com/news/living-well/stay-hydrated-cold-weather/

Warm up and Cool Down

No matter the temperature outside, the need for a good warm-up does not change.  In fact, it’s especially important to prep for cold-weather workouts. A dynamic warm-up including low-intensity movements that mimic the exercise you’re about to perform will increase blood flow and temperature in the muscles to help decrease the risk of injuries.

“When exercising in colder temperatures, you’re at increased risk for sprains and strains,” says Debi Pillarella, an Indiana-based personal trainer and spokeswoman for the American Council on Exercise. Think of it like stretching a cold rubber band. It easily snaps, right? Warm it up, though, and it becomes more pliable and less likely to fray.

Save the static, bend-and-hold stretches until the end of your workout.  Although the temperature is cold, it’s still important to cool down your body properly. Incorporate static stretching in your cool down to help slow your heart rate and relax your muscles. A static stretch after your workout will improve range of motion and flexibility for future workouts.

Don’t let the children be the only ones to enjoy the outdoors during the winter.  Take back the outdoors this winter by incorporating these tips to have a safe workout outdoors and reap the benefits of the fresh air, calming effects, and fun nature brings during the winter months.  Come out to one of our 3 weekly classes, feel the crunch of the snow under your feet and maybe even do a few snow angels!

Class Info:

All classes meet by the bathrooms at Zwicks Park in Belleville 

Monday 5:30pm Body Weight Tabata

Wednesday 5:30pm Bootcamp & Washboard Wednesday

Thursday 5:30pm Suspension Training 

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(1/4) Hi! ❀ I love your blog!! May I ask for a Poképal if you have time? I like being home & comfortable. You’ll find me wrapped in a blanket most of the time with a steaming teapot right next to me, reading my favorite books (like The Little Prince) / inspirational quotes, listening to folk music, journalling or just gazing at the trees through the window. Might sound boring but I really enjoy simplicity & the little things! I also like to go out for walks & collect pictures of nature.

(2/4) In social settings, I’m basically a wallflower. I’m not good at talking or making friends. It’s hard for me to open up, I guess it’s because I’m afraid of being hurt... I feel good on my own, but when I’m with people I often feel like a weirdo & like I’m not enough. I’d say I’m quite solitary / independant, but when I’m with someone I’ll listen to them and try my best to make them feel understood & spread kindness! (3/4) I’d love to live in a small cottage or a cozy tiny house by the woods cause there’s something about them that makes me feel safe. As for my dream job... idk how it’s called in English (I’m French), but I basically hope to become a teacher’s assistant & work in a class of children from 3 to 6 (I feel like I’m still one of them sometimes tbh). (4/4) I hope my pal likes wearing knitted scarves & flower crowns cause I’ll make both for them! ❀ Also I’ll feed them Poffins & berries & cuddle them all day every day! Tysm, I hope you’re doing well & have a beautiful day!

Your entire request like made me really emotional and I think it’s because I want to be you. You sound like such a warm and wonderful person. I hope you have good people around you and a lot of love surrounding you. I’m so sorry for how long it has taken me to get to your request. I hope you’re still here to read your request!

And I have the perfect partner for you! Let me introduce you to...

Delcatty! I think Delcatty is perfect for you because...

(1) There is no one else who wants to stay in a warm blanket and relax than Delcatty! Life tends to move really quick for others but not for Delcatty. This Pokemon really takes its time enjoying what it loves and tries not to sweat the small stuff. All your interests line up with Delcatty’s perfectly! Put on your favourite outfit and take a nice stroll through your city’s marketplace or have a picnic at your favourite park with your favourite book by your side. Don’t be afraid to share all the little things you’ve stopped to admire everyday with Delcatty because it shares the same sentiment as you. Inspiring trainers will constantly comment on how in sync you two seem to be as it really will feel like you two breathe at the same pace. You guys will definitely make a great team when it comes to working in a school setting! 

(2) Delcatty is a natural caretaker. The way you care for others and the career choice you picked are things that attracted Delcatty to you! It has absolutely no tolerance for bullying or hatred. You will catch Delcatty helping out small wild Pokemon or tidying up your guys’ home without being asked to on the daily. With it being so devoted, Delcatty will catch onto your self doubt and hesitation immediately. When you’re standing against the wall at a gathering, Delcatty will take initiative and bring over new friends to introduce you to. When you’re hesitating to apply for a new job, Delcatty will drag you by the ends of your pants to the door and bombard you with chimes of support. When you suddenly feel embarrassed for being too much of yourself, Delcatty will be a few feet away giving you a reassuring nod. There is nothing in the world that Delcatty doesn’t think you’re capable of and wants you to feel the same way that it does about you. Your self confidence will grow bit by bit everyday with a partner like Delcatty in your life. 

(3) Whether it’s a scarf or sweater, Delcatty will proudly wear it as long as you made it! This Pokemon has a lot of pride in its trainer and wants to show you off whenever you can. It will guard all the things you’ve given it very ferociously. Expect a gift in return every time you make or do something for your pal. I hope you like berries and flowers because Delcatty will be collecting those on a daily for you. You have an incredible pal who wants to provide you with the same amount of love and security that you do for others. There should be no fear in opening up to Delcatty because it will listen with an open mind and welcoming heart. For all the flaws you can come up about yourself, Delcatty will counter with something positive about you. You’ll learn to care about yourself beyond what your body physically needs. In Delcatty’s mind, anyone who is able to harbour love deserves love. 

Other Pokemon Considered: Spinda, Dreepy

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Yoga Advice for Practicing When You're Not 29 Anymore

How to find the right yoga class, and stay happy and balanced on your mat at every age. In our new advice column, Wolf Terry, a Bhakti Yoga teacher and writer in Denver, Colorado, answers your pressing questions about practicing asana, meditation, mantra, and more. In this post, she covers senior yoga, how to stay active as you age, and how to injury-proof your practice, Dear Wolf, are there specialized precautions for people over 65? I don’t want to do chair or sedentary yoga. It seems to me that yoga classes are geared toward the younger crowd. I can pretty much keep up with the class, but I end up feeling quite sore (sometimes it’s painful). What should I avoid? What should I look for short of doing a senior class? I have asked a few teachers but they all say “do what your body can do.” Sincerely, Over 70 Dear Over 70, this practice is for everybody. No matter how old we are, some days we may benefit from sitting and breathing more than moving and sweating. When teachers tailor their classes to a specific “set,” they miss opportunities to strengthen their teaching skills and cheer on and empower a diverse group of students. Please go find a teacher who is excited to help you with your practice, preferably someone who is an alignment nerd. Ask how much they charge for a private class, or even just share with them what you’ve shared with me—chances are they’d love to walk you through anything you’re struggling with, free of charge. Keep up your practice. If you don’t have many options near you and you can’t find a teacher who fits your needs, do not let that deter you. Classes of all levels can be found online and at community gyms. When you’re in class, if you’re comfortable being touched, ask for adjustments—a good teacher will be able to cue others while safely providing hands-on assists tailored to your body. Otherwise, most seasoned teachers will happily cue the whole class to fit your needs without making you feel singled out. If none of that works for you, cultivate your home practice. There are so many incredible resources at your fingertips (apps, the internet, and this YJ issue, for instance!). Your soreness could be due to lactic acid buildup in your muscles or lack of synovial fluid in your joints. Both of these are huge contributors to achy muscles and tight fascia. For alleviation, keep moving. To counter lactic acid, stretch mindfully. Go see your doctor if pain continues or gets worse. Lastly, the only thing you should avoid doing is giving up on your practice. Yoga in a chair is not the only type of yoga available to people over 70. Stay determined, stay hopeful, and keep asking the hard questions. Dear Wolf, as a yoga practitioner of more than 15 years, I’ve noticed that as I get older and my body changes, my yoga also changes. I want to be one of those yogis who is still going strong at age 90! What sort of practice should I be doing now to try and achieve this goal? I also wanted to be one of those skiers who got a free ski pass when I turned 70 (yes, that used to be a thing in Colorado) but my knees don’t agree. What’s the best way to keep my practice changing with the passing years? Sincerely, Not Old but Not 29 Anymore Dear Not Old but Not 29 Anymore, When I was in high school, our dryland trainer for Alpine ski racing was a 70-year-old Olympic gold medalist named Richard Taylor. He was a Nordic racing skier, which is different from Alpine—speed relies on endurance instead of gravity. Mr. Taylor rollerskied around the whole town every morning before training as a warm-up. That was 15 years ago, and as far as I know, he hasn’t stopped. Here’s what I learned early on, just from watching his commitment to his practice: If you continue to show up, your practice will, too. It doesn’t matter how you do it, it just matters that you do. What I’m saying probably sounds like a cop-out, but trust me; your practice is going to change and morph into something different than you ever imagined—yoga does that. This is the practice that keeps all other practices going, after all. Breathe and move and keep living in the present—the past and the future are both irrelevant when it comes to yoga. Fifteen years is a long time, but you have a lot longer to go. Dear Wolf, I’m 16 and I’ve been trying to find a way to get into yoga. I am going through such a rocky time in my life, and I need something to help me stay grounded and flow all of this negative energy out of my body. Any advice is really appreciated. Signed, Rough Patch Dear Rough Patch, sixteen is a tricky age. You aren’t quite an adult, but you’re definitely not a kid either. You’re just testing the waters of everything life has to offer—relationships, responsibility, freedom. Sixteen was not an easy age for me. Coincidentally, it was the year that I started my relationship with yoga. I realized right away that I had intuitively been practicing it for a very long time without knowing it. I was breathing—that was it. Whenever I was moving through something particularly difficult I would take a deep, slow inhalation and count to four, then hold my breath for four counts, exhale to the count of four, and then pause for another four counts. I did this intuitively, so it was surprising to learn that this was actually a type of yogic breathwork (pranayama) called samavrtti (equal breath). Yoga is a system consisting of eight limbs, and pranayama is the fourth. Asana—the third limb—is the one with all of the poses and arm balances, and while it has so many incredible benefits, I have always found pranayama more accessible and useful during my own rough patches. A good way to start incorporating yoga into your daily life is to take five minutes to focus on your breath. (Both asana and pranayama are centered around the breath.) Breath is our life force. It allows us to release built-up tension, stale energy, and old patterns in order to bring in a clearer, more focused perspective. It reminds us that change is constant, that the ebb and flow of life is full of temporary moments. This rocky patch in your life is just that: temporary. Keep breathing. Things may not get easier immediately—or at all. I cannot promise you that yoga will solve all of your problems, but it’s there to meet you when and where you need it—and that, my friend, is something. Author: Wolf Terry Source: https://www.yogajournal.com/yoga-101/yoga-advice-for-seniors Discover more info about Yoga Poses for Two People here: Yoga Poses for Two Read the full article

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Woke The F*ck Up- Chapter 12

Kara threw herself into both her jobs. The gym opened and so she was training people during the day and hunting Cadmus at night. She stopped even bothering to go to her apartment. When her lease ended two weeks after the break up she just moved everything into storage instead of renewing it, keeping the essentials and living in the Super Cave. Alex grew worried, dragging Kara to her apartment once a week for movie nights that usually ended in both sisters drinking. And crying.

Alex was slowly getting over Maggie but it still sucked, loving someone and knowing they loved you but being torn apart by different futures. After the crying, Kara usually painted. Most the time she didn’t remember them but she would wake to paint splattered on her clothes and hands in Alex’s spare room. Most of the time they were of Lena in some form. Others were just full of angry brush strokes and harsh colors.

Lillian hadn’t returned to National City as far as Kara knew and they had only located a couple warehouses with even fewer arrests. Even though the secret organization Alex worked with, she was still tight-lipped about, knew about Kara’s activities, she had had no contact with them. They were able to keep the Cadmus agents in prison which was a good thing. Kara didn’t know how but at least she didn’t feel like she was stuck in an endless episode of Roadrunner where she was Wile E. Coyote. In the third week since the break up she called Lena. Sent straight to voicemail but she was drunk enough to leave a message. Alex had passed out and couldn't stop Kara like she usually did. Kara was proud that she was able to keep her voice steady and not slur her words. Rationally, she knew she should just focus on her mission here in National City, but her heart wasn't rational. She wasn't even very angry anymore. Just sad and hurt. But even then, she just blamed herself. She should have told Lena earlier. Maybe then this wouldn't have happened because then Lena would have known why Kara was missing all the flights and phone calls. Even now the flimsy excuses for not telling Lena held up like wet paper towels under the weight of her heavy heart. She just wanted to tell Lena in person. So Lena could see her face and know it was the truth. Christmas came and went, then New Years.

When nights were slow in crime, that's when Kara found herself in her own criminal activities. She stumbled upon it on accident while patrolling. It was stupid, she knew, but it helped her with forgetting in a way she couldn't with alcohol. She became the rawest forms of her emotions, letting her anger at everything that had been happening in her life, out. The fight club was a TV cliche, but it pulled her in anyway. Dark warehouses and underground places, seething with angry people yelling and shaking fists. Placing bets on outcomes. She didn't fight as Power Girl, though she still wore a mask to hide the lower half of her face. She went by the name Andromeda and was currently undefeated. Bringing in major cash, donating most of it back into the youth centers that were hit hardest by Cadmus’ cruelty. By the fourth week after the breakup, the name Andromeda was whispered through the underground scene as much as Power Girl was shouted about above.

Kara rarely slept. Sleeping met seeing Lena’s face in a way she couldn’t avoid like when she was awake. Sleeping meant dreaming about soft pale skin and sharp green eyes only to have it torn away by waking up. Sleeping wasn't the nightmare, waking was. It hurt every time so it was easier to just stay awake. Sleeping came in the form of passing out with her sister or until her head throbbed and her eyelids drooped shut without her permission. The shadows under her eyes were beginning to be harder to hide. Makeup could only do so much when she sweat it off one way or another almost as soon as it was on. But still, Alex said nothing until two months after the breakup.

She had stopped drinking with Kara, only taking care of her sister when she had too much in the safety of Alex’s apartment. But Alex had enough when she walked into Kara’s office in The Power House as Kara desperately tried to cover up a black eye.

**

January 11th, 2018

Kara went to one of the underground fights the night before and the guy got in a lucky hit. It was the first time she had been hit in the face during a fight since high school. Kara still won but it hurt like hell. Kara jumped in her chair when her sister burst in unannounced an hour before Kara’s first class. Alex took in the dark bruising and her eyes hardened.

“What happened?”

“Nothing, just some thug last night.”

“Don’t lie to me. Winn invited me to hang out with him and James. Power Girl was not out last night.” Alex crosses her arms, somehow she seemed bigger as she stood in the doorway, physically blocking Kara’s escape.

“I can go out without Winn and James,” she says defensively.

“Lie.”

“No, it's not.”

“Tell that to the crinkle in your forehead.” Damn, she knows me too well. Kara thinks.

“It's nothing Alex, I’ve had black eyes before.” Alex uncrosses her arms and Kara can almost feel the anger rolling off her sister.

“If it was nothing, you would tell me. And the last time you had a black eye was when you and James were trying to fight off twenty heavily armed, well trained, men. What happened?” Alex’s tone left no room for argument. Kara stares at her sister trying to find a way out of this. Alex raises an eyebrow pointedly.

“It was just a fight.”

“Just a fight?”

“For money.” Kara mumbles.

“Kara! Are you fucking kidding me? Those underground clubs that usually end with someone in critical care?” Alex raised her voice and Kara stood, suddenly very defensive of her actions.

“Those people are the idiots who refuse to tap out. I know my limits and I have been nowhere near them. No one can beat me. This was just a lucky shot from a desperate man who bet more than he should have on winning.”

“No one can beat you?”

“I’m undefeated.”

“Of fucking course you’re Andromeda. Of course, you would paint a bigger target on your back because you couldn’t just have one secret life, you need two.” Alex says, exasperated.

“What I need is a sister who doesn't look down on everything I do.” Kara spits back.

“Don’t you dare. I have been nothing but supportive since you came back from London.”

“Yes, since I had my heart fucking broken. But you haven't been supportive of Power Girl. Not even really Le…. About her. You have indulged me in everything I've done but you haven't been supportive. You are critical and condescending. Just waiting for me to fuck up so you can be right.”

Alex gaps at the accusation. Then she peers closer at her sister. Alex walks around the desk and begins pulling open drawers, despite her protesting sister. The last draw opens with a loud rattle and the whiskey bottle slide to the front. Half of it is gone. Alex sniffs toward her sister, then cringes away.

“Really Kara? Drunk at 7 am?”

“What does it matter.”

Alex ignores her sister, she rummages around for a pen and paper scrawling ‘ Closed for Family Emergency’ across it before adding tape. She unexpectedly pulls Kara into a painful hold with her sister’s arm twisted behind her back.

“What are you doing?” She spits angrily. Alex continues to ignore her and proceeds to dial a number into her phone.

“It's me… I need an emergency session... We are on our way now… No, she isn't coming willingly, but this has gone on long enough… We will be there in ten.”

“Where are we going?” Kara resigns to her sister's strength. In her current state, she wouldn't be able to beat the older Danvers.

“To see Dr. Hamilton.”

Kara tries to protest but her sister twists her arm harder and forces her out of the building.

Kara sits on the leather couch with her knees pulled to her chest and her arms wrapped tightly around them. Dr. Hamilton sits patiently with a notepad in the chair just out of Kara's direct line of sight. Kara stares blankly ahead, not wanting to be here. Although, there is a strange sense of comfort. The office hadn't changed since she had last been here. Warm wood paneling with a large oak desk. It had the comforts of a sitting room with fresh flowers in the window. Kara had pretty well sobered up on the drive over as she prepared to see her therapist for the first time in years. After fifteen minutes, Dr. Hamilton breaks the silence.

“Kara, I know you don't want to be here. That much is clear. But you know your sister won't let you be unless you say something. Anything.” She's met with silence. She tries again after a few minutes.

“You opened up a gym, right? How is that going? Any members?”

Kara ponders speaking. The gym was a safe subject. She clears her throat.

“Yeah. It's doing really well. For the most part, it's just a gym but I'm also offering different sessions. The Crossfit one is really taking off. I'll need to hire more trainers soon.”

“Well, that's good. What made you want to start one?”

“Jeremiah, actually. If he hadn't started me on the path he did, I wouldn't be able to… I wouldn't be where I am in life. I hope that when this takes off I can start scholarships for teens to bring them in. Take then to competitions. Help teach them control and get them off the streets. A lot of different fighting competitions will offer college scholarships. I got that idea after…” Kara trails off. She got the idea when Lena talked about getting STEM and music programs into LGBT shelters so that those kids would be able to get scholarships that way.

“After what?”

Kara snaps her mouth closed and buries her face in her arms. Tears sting her eyes. Kara takes a shuddering breath.

“After my ex-girlfriend started doing the same in children’s shelters.”

“Is that what has your sister worried? This break up?” Kare shrugs, non-committedly.

“Or is it the vigilantism?” Kara’s head snaps up and she glares at the dark haired woman.

“Don’t worry, Alex had me sign the most airtight NDA I have ever seen. Plus Kara, I figured it out a long time ago. I treated you through one of the hardest times in your life. I am just surprised you didn’t start sooner.”

Kara cries. She cries for a long time. Then she just talks. She talks about all her frustrations. It feels good not to have to watch her words or feel judged. All Dr. Hamilton does is listen, offering a few words here and there to keep Kara going. One hour turns into two before the doctor calls it a day. Kara makes another appointment for two days later and finds Alex in the lobby dozing in an armchair. She starts when the door opens and stands to greet her sister.

“Hey,” she says shyly.

Kara pulls her sister into a tight hug.

“Thank you.”

“Breakfast?”

“Please.”

**

January 19th, 2018

It takes four sessions for Kara to open up about Lena. It starts easy. Kara talking about how they met and all the places they went. Kara talks about Lena’s smile and how the color of her eyes changes from a seafoam green to as deep as a pine tree. Kara laughs so hard she starts to cry. Then she does cry. Over the hurt of how they ended. Over Veronica. Even if Lena didn’t expect Kara to come, that was the worst part. Anyone else would be better, a stranger would have been better. But it felt like Lena was saying that Veronica was better than Kara so she ran straight to her arms.

“Do you still want to be with her?” Dr. Hamilton asks.

“I-I don’t know. I- she- I love her. But she didn’t give me a chance. She was so scared of me leaving her, that she left me. No matter how much I told her that she was wonderful and beautiful she still doubted it. She doubted everything.”

“That seems like a very one-sided relationship then. That is a lot of pressure to have to constantly reassure your partner.”

“Sometimes it wasn’t. Sometimes she made it so easy. The rest of the time it was hard. Like I might say something that she would take wrong.” Dr. Hamilton nods at Kara to keep her talking. It was almost good to start picking out Lena’s flaws. It helped to break the perfect image Kara had of the Singer. Well, not perfect, she knew Lena had flaws, but it helped break the glowing bubble she had placed their relationship in.

After three more sessions, Kara agreed to just start meeting once a week. Regular sessions so Kara could stay on top of her feelings and have a safe place to talk about all of her secrets.  Andromeda disappeared with great speculation from the underground fighting clubs. That chapter of Kara's life was at an end. She couldn't believe how stupid she had been about the whole thing. Alex was right, one secret Life was enough.

Power Girl had been needed less also. Since Lex Luthor's arrest, Cadmus had settled down. Weapons sales had been becoming fewer and fewer and the technology had been less and less sophisticated. It was clear the LexCorp was the main reason that Cadmus was able to stay afloat. Crime was on the decline so Kara was able to focus on The Power House. It was a busy place now, with Kara able to hire on four other trainers and some part-time high school students for simple cleaning and customer service.

The gym was bright and open with a red and blue color scheme. James had even found old photos from Kara's competition days and printed them out. They hung on the walls proudly, even if the one that had Jeremiah pained her to look at. This was something he would have been proud of, he would have been sitting at the front desk every day, if he was still alive, talking to new members and telling awful jokes. Kara can almost see his phantom, the future that could have been. She shakes her head and makes a mental note to talk to Dr. Hamilton about that. She finishes strapping on her gloves before stepping into the small boxing ring with the woman who hired her for private lessons.

**

February 23, 2018

Kara’s days fall into a simple rhythm. Gym, vigilante, sleep. Once a week Alex kept up their sister nights, nither drinking anymore, and also Kara would go to therapy once a week. It was comfortable and simple. As simple as being a vigilante could be. Her art collection was growing too. Dr. Hamilton had suggested Kara try painting each stage of her and Lena’s relationship to help her process everything better. The rhythm was broken when Lena’s face was plastered all over National City. She had been named the new CEO of LexCorp because her brother had ensured the company would fall to her before he was even arrested. Now, several government agencies were investigating her and the company. Slander and rumors were circulating the last remaining Luthor and Kara wanted so badly to reach out, to call her, to make sure she wasn’t spirling as hard as she admitted to after Lionel killed himself. She hasn't even tried contact Lena since the drunken voicemail that received no response, not that Kara was surprised. But she wanted to now, even just to hear her voice. Kara canceled her private session that day and went to see Dr. Hamilton.

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Moonbin for Men's Health (2018 December issue)

What are you up to lately? I’ve been busy preparing for our concert and album. The concert will be held on 22nd and 23rd December at KBS Arena Hall. It’ll be different from our existing groundwork and we’ve prepared stages where you can witness new sides to each member. Of course, we matched the season and will give off a year end vibe.

What kind of new side are you referring to? True to our 'refreshing-dol' nicknames, our image has been bright and fresh but we’ll be showing a more mature and sexy manliness this time round. It’s also an image our fans want.

You were on XtvN’s <The Ultimate Watchlist of Latest Trends>, right? It’s been a while since I acted so I felt nervous but I’m gaining good experiences and learning a lot. There’s learning through the script but there’re also many things I’m familiarising myself with on set as we exchange opinions. It feels nice to produce something together. The director’s good natured and Kwon Hyuksoo sunbae-nim, Kim Mingyo sunbae-nim and the others treat me well so the adlibs naturally flow.

How did it feel when you received the offer to be on Men Health’s cover? I was very surprised. I even asked the people around me if it was alright that I did it. It’s because I thought that only people with really big and nice bodies like bodybuilders shot for the covers. I was afraid but I also felt greedy. I’ve always liked exercising and I often hear that I’ve got a good physical. Whenever I’m at home, I’ll do push ups, chin ups and regular full body workouts but I developed the desire to work hard on building my body and do the shoot. I thought I could show my reverse charms.

That was about a month ago. What’s your current body condition? I’m exercising regularly. I had more fat then as compared to now and my muscles were less visible. Now I’ve lost weight and my muscle mass has increased so my lines have become more defined.

What are your thoughts on the end of filming? It was a different experience. It’s rare that I film showing off my body so it was fascinating and felt different from what I’ve experienced before. I’m looking forward to the end product.

How did you exercise? I planned my exercise time with my trainer to be in the mornings where possible. To be honest, I’m a night owl. If I wanted to meet up with friends after wrapping up my schedules, night time was comfortable and I liked the night air different from the crisp morning’s. But I wanted to be a morning person. I’ll plan for my PT to be around 10 in morning and started my day early. I could make full use of the mornings I wasted on sleep so it felt good. I’ll do PT and lose the sweat though aerobic exercise then do abs exercise and even push ups… Rolls in the next day and my muscles will feel like they were being crushed.

What about your meals? I kept to what was arranged by my trainer. I mainly ate chicken breast, egg white, sweet potato, salad, etc.. Breakfast was brown rice and chicken breast, lunch was sweet potato and egg white, dinner was 150g of rump meat and brown rice… my meals were like that. I lasted yesterday with only 4 egg whites. Controlling water intake was also difficult. In one word, I nearly died.

Building your body in such a short period musn’t have been easy, what about it was the hardest? My meals. I’m usually a glutton so I’m often tempted. When I ate meat, I could easily polish off alone a portion for 3 and had 2 bowls of rice. I’m at an age to be eating a lot. Having to turn away from all that was the hardest. I like instant noodles so I would stock some up in our dorm by brand and would at least eat them once every 2-3 days but I didn’t even have a single bite as I made my body. Finally today!! When my itinerary ends, I’ll be eating to my heart’s content spicy squid soup, spicy fried cream cheese noodles, etc..

What kind of body did you want to make? I built broader shoulders and focused on making my lines distinct all around. It felt like my body was divided into sections. It’s still ongoing. It’ll be possible if I build a little more muscle and bring down my body fat. Practicing choreographies is a high intensity form of aerobic exercise and I’ll be stronger if I gain muscle so I think that’ll help me with my dancing. My wannabe body is Rain sunbae-nim’s.

How much do you practice your choreographies? I’d usually be practicing more on my vocals than my dance if we don’t have any schedules. If we do have them then it’s a basic minimum of 3-4 hours per day. There were of course instances where I went about it for the whole day.

What are the words you often hear the most from your trainer? He said that I’ve a good physical and that my muscles show easily because I’ve a thin layer of fat. He mentioned that I’ll be able to make a nice body if I exercise more regularly.

You’re known to like exercising. Are you good at it? I think I’m pretty good when it comes to using my whole body. Ever since the last album, I’ve thought about wanting to build my body a little. So I watched full body workout videos on YouTube and copied them. I did it routinely without skipping a single day and my body got bigger and I also grew stronger. I’m the type to get really hooked once I’m into something so that helped me. I gained muscles quick and my body got better in that short period. But I’m not good with ball sports. My accuracy is really low.

What else are you really into? A lot. I’m that kind of style in general. I enjoy webtoons so I’ve read nearly all of them and once I get addicted to a certain food, I’ll mainly only eat that. It was the same with pig intestines and if I’ve found a brand of instant noodles that I like then I’ll only have that for all my three meals. If I find a piece of clothing comfortable and nice then I’ll wear only that day in and day out. I think my slightly rash yet sometimes simple personality bears some of the blame.

Is there another form of exercise that you enjoy besides weight training? I’m close with Seventeen’s Seunggwan so we play badminton together and ride our bicycles. I like walking too. It’s because I’ve always liked moving around.

What do you mostly do when you have no schedules? I’ll game at home or exercise… I enjoy lazing around on my bed and reading webtoons or watching YouTube videos. I’m off opposite extremes.

What is your role in ASTRO? Musically, I’m in charge of vocals and dance. In terms of atmosphere, I’m kind of like a vortex. One that won’t let you escape from ASTRO? (laughs) Our team itself is always bright and energetic, to the point that people tell us we’re chaotic. From the mood maker MJ hyung to JinJin hyung… The older members are outgoing and positive so the younger ones tend to follow along.

How is it like living together in a dorm? It’s always boisterous and you’ve no time to feel bored. I like that we’re together and it’s a bright atmosphere rather than a competitive one so it’s fun. The disadvantages are that I can’t take a break alone and that it’s noisy? There used to be the ones who were messy and the ones who cleaned up after themselves, but now we’re all messy together. There’re 6 men so it can’t be helped (laughs).

What kind of year has 2018 been to you? I’ve challenged myself to several things and had many concerns. I also realised how I’ve grown through those processes. I imagine my future self whenever I’m free and decided that I should work harder.

What kind of challenges? I’ll use the classic example of acting. I worried a lot before I started but I realised that I’ll only know if I gave it a shot so I went straight into it. You can’t always only do what you like or what you’re familiar with. I think rather than sitting still and being afraid, it’s better that you dive into it.

Is there anything different when you compare to last year? I think my perspective has changed. I’ve become more positive. There are slightly more things I’ve tried out despite being afraid and I think I’ve developed some skill in responding to unimaginable situations with a broad mind.

When do you feel that you’re still young? When after saying something I think, "Ah, I spoke without taking in mind this certain factor," or when I already have something thought out yet can’t properly relay it.

On the other hand, when do you reckon that you’ve matured? When I give my best an am immersed in something? It can be in regards to work or exercise but it’s when I’m devoted to what I do. Also, I’m satisfied with myself whenever I put across a good idea without sounding disorganised.

What do you think are the qualifications that a "real guy" should have? They’re 'skills and a conscientious mindset'. In my case, I’m a singer so it’s a given that I should be skilled in dancing and singing and that I should strive to improve. A conscientious mindset is knowing to reflect upon myself when I’m in the wrong and being able to come up with solutions, not doubting anything when I become certain and pushing forward. You need a conscientious mindset for self-reflection and in gaining confidence.

What are your future plans? For now I want to safely conclude our concert. I’ve to do well preparing for our next album and I won’t stop in the current condition I’m in, my goal is to create a more amazing body. The body is not simply for showing off and is necessary in lasting the span of 3 minutes on stage. It demands a strong stamina. Also, if I have personal schedules then I’d like to show new sides of myself in not only variety, but also acting and other various fields.

Have you thought about the future in 10 years? Not up to 10 years but when I turn around 28-29 years old, I’ve thought about wanting to become a good example to my idol juniors who would’ve debuted then. Like DBSK sunbae-nims who helped me nurture my dreams of becoming a singer!

Translations by @99pmh Take out with full credits

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Proform 705 cst treadmill

ProForm’s 705 CST is a feature-rich treadmill at an affordable price. The 705 CST has a roomy deck, good shock absorption tread, and a quiet motor. It can also reach a top speed of 12 mph and 1a 2% incline for a lot of training variety.

You can begin sweating with its 22 onboard programs or tread forth with its iFit-enabled capability to give you plenty of interactive workouts. Once you’re done, you can easily fold the 705 CST to save some training space.

If you’re looking for a quality treadmill on a budget, the 705 CST could be a great fit. But before you make that decision, make sure you read this review.

In this article, we’ll take a detailed look at everything this treadmill has to offer. After reading, you’ll know everything you need to to decide whether or not this is the right treadmill for your home gym.

Let’s get started.

The ProForm 705 CST Treadmill

ProForm is owned by the ICON Health & Fitness company. ICON is a behemoth in the fitness world. It’s a Utah-based gym machine manufacturer and owns many other commercial brands you may be familiar with, like NordicTrack and Freemotion.

ICON is also the parent company of iFit. So there goes the answer to why all fitness brands owned by ICON have iFit-ready machines.

ProForm specializes in budget-friendly home fitness equipment. Depending on your budget, they have many great options for cardio, HIIT, and elliptical trainers, but their treadmills are a huge hit.

ProForm is one of the fantastic fitness brands, and they’re known for having feature-rich equipment with long warranties. If you want to enjoy a lifetime guarantee for your machine, you’ll love ProForm’s higher-end selections like the Power 1295i treadmill.

I’m especially fond of this high-performing machine and it’s a great bang for your buck.

Their 705 CST has one of the longest warranties in this price range, but we’ll discuss that later as we move forward with this review.

Pros

20″ x 60″ running surface

2. 75 CHP motor

Cushioning system

325 lb weight capacity

Folding deck

Max speed of 12 mph

Max incline of 12%

iFit-enabled

2” dual speakers

5” backlit display

Grip pulse heart sensors

Tablet holder

Cooling air

Decent warranty

Cons

No telemetry heart rate monitoring

Not strong enough for serious running

Running Surface

Let’s begin by looking at the running surface. What I’m more interested in is the dimension of the running surface as it can tell a lot about the treadmill.

In case you’re new to treadmill research, the running surface is the area you’ll be walking and running at during your workouts.

It’s also known as the deck or belt size. Its dimensions are measured in inches and are usually written in “width x length”. (You can also check this guide for a more comprehensive tip.)

A bigger running surface is better as you can have plenty of room for your training. Too small of a belt size and it can make you feel confined or claustrophobic.

The length is important to make sure there’s enough room to stretch out comfortably, especially if your routine involves running at higher speeds. This is also very important for tall users.

Width size indicates the elbow room. It’s equally important with the belt length as it ensures you can comfortably wiggle from side to side.

A good running surface measurement is 20″ x 60″. It gives most people enough range of motion to feel comfortable, meaning you won’t feel like you’re walking or running on a tight rope.

Many models in this price range offer this much room, and the 705 CST easily checks this mark.

ProForm’s 705 CST treadmill has a running surface of 20″ x 60″. Its spacious track makes it ideal for both running and walking exercises. It can accommodate a lot of heights and gaits, allowing you to sway a little safely during your training.

The 60″ length is fantastic for 6-footers. You can stretch out completely with the 705 CST and sprint comfortably without shortening your stride.

Besides its spacious deck, the 705 CST is designed with the company’s ProShox™ Cushioning system. This works by absorbing the impact and reducing stress on your joints.

Thereby, as you walk, jog, or run with the 705 CST, you’ll have a softer landing with every step. This makes it ideal for those with arthritis or joint concerns. You’ll be able to enjoy a longer workout and faster recovery time.

Many 705 CST owners report how this machine is a game-changer for their joints. Running at home is smoother and safer for their feet, ankles, knees, and hips, compared to running on pavements.

The 705 CST comes with a heavy-duty frame. It’s strong enough to hold users weighing up to 325 lb.

Most treadmills at this price point offer a 300 lb frame capacity, so it’s nice to see that the 705 CST goes beyond the average. At 325 lb, it can safely accommodate many users wanting to stay fit at home.

Its frame also folds for easy storage. You can save some training space right after using the machine. With its SpaceSaver design, folding the unit is very easy. You won’t have to worry about lifting the heavy deck on your own.

So far, I’m enjoying the specs of the 705 CST. It has met my standards in terms of a comfortable deck, great cushioning system, a durable frame, and a space-saving feature.

Motor

Now we’ll move on to another key factor when choosing treadmills- the motor. When in doubt, remember the golden rule for motor strength: the stronger, the better.

A higher continuous horsepower (CHP) tells you that the motor is strong enough to handle any of your intense workouts. It can keep up with your training without having to work twice as hard.

Treadmills with stronger motors operate quieter too, but I think it’s a bit theoretical. There are stronger motors that release noticeable sounds during training, and some weaker ones are surprisingly quiet.

Quiet or not, it’s best to always go for motors with a higher CHP for more efficient exercises at home.

If your routine involves running and sprinting, it’s a good idea to look for at least 3.0 CHP. For low-impact exercises like walking, you can get along fine with less horsepower.

The 705 CST has a 2.75 CHP motor that can reach a max speed of 12 mph and a max incline of 12%. This power is very ideal for casual walkers and low-impact cardio training.

The 705 CST should be able to handle runners as well, but serious sprinters might consider models with more muscle under the hood. Again, go for those units with 3.0 CHP and higher.

Its 0-12% incline capability is impressive for this price range. You can condition your body for any hill or valley.

Combing both speed and incline settings give you a variety of training options. If you want to burn more calories from a simple workout, consider walking at an incline.

Using the iFit with the 705 CST lets you enjoy training with Google Maps. You can train at any 7 continents and the machine will automatically match the incline with your chosen terrain.

I’ve got to be honest, it’s one of the most impressive interactive workouts on the market. You can visit and workout in any part of the globe without leaving home. It’s the perfect training tool nowadays that we’re spending a lot of time indoors.

The rollers are the parts that make contact with the belt, causing it to propel down the deck. Large rollers measuring 2″ and above are preferred, and they are often found in more powerful and sophisticated treadmills.

The 705 CST comes with 1.9″ precision-machined, balanced, non-flex rollers. These are a little on the small side, but fairly common for budget models.

Overall, when it comes to the motor, the 705 CST is packing enough power to comfortably handle walking and jogging without skipping a beat. Serious runners may want to consider a stronger machine.

Features

The ProForm 705 CT comes with the following features:

22 workout programs: It has 22 built-in workouts, which is generous at this price point. They’re created by expert personal trainers and should offer you a variety of exercises to target any of your fitness goals.

If these are not enough to spark your motivation, you can spice up your routine with the iFit app.

iFit-compatibility: Like all other ProForm machines, the 705 CST is iFit-enabled. You can sync your iFit with the machine and enjoy the unlimited access to all sorts of exercises. You can check your progress data, have virtual exercises with training coaches, run with Google Maps, and even challenge another iFit user if you like a little competition.

The catch is that iFit isn’t for free. You need to pay a monthly fee to enjoy this treasure trove of interactive training.

5” backlit display: You can easily and comfortably see your progress metrics with its crisp LCD. You can watch your mileage, speed, calorie burn, heart rate, and time add up. And if you’ve synced your iFit with the 705 CST, you can conveniently watch your virtual training classes and terrains from Google Maps.

EKG grip pulse: Monitoring your heart condition is very important for a healthy and safe workout. The 705 CST has contact pulse sensors located on its handlebars.

Grip pulse monitoring is good, but it has some disadvantages too. One of which is that you need to hold the handles firmly before a reading is achieved, and it might not be even accurate. Sometimes it can be inconvenient grabbing onto the handles when you’re sprinting.

These problems are easily solved with a chest strap heart rate monitor (telemetry). However, the 705 CST isn’t compatible with chest straps.

2″ dual speakers: The 705 CST has an audio auxiliary port that allows you to listen to your workout playlist at a higher volume. You’ll be able to hear your music or videos with less complication.

Tablet holder: The built-in tablet holder makes it easy to multi-task with the 705 CST without blocking the view of your console. Now, you can easily watch videos or check your social media.

Cooling fan: The 705 CST can keep you cool while working out with its two-speed fan settings.

Assembly

The 705 CST takes a simple assembly process before you can begin your in-home training.

I think ProForm does an amazing job with their assembly instructions. They’ve incorporated well-written instructions and images to describe clearly what needs to be done.

You might need a screwdriver to piece some parts together, and another pair of hands to assist you. Remember, treadmills are large, heavy pieces of equipment and safety comes first!

Overall, most people should do fine setting up the 705 CST without professional assistance. Most folks were able to get theirs done in an hour even without a technical background.

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Baby Kangaroo Guide: How To Use, Which Should You Buy?

Baby Kangaroo Guide: How To Use, Which Should You Buy? The baby kangaroo, inspired by the kangaroo that carries its cub in its pouch, is one of the most useful products to help you carry your lamb. What are the things to consider when buying baby kangaroo, how to connect kangaroo, which are the most preferred kangaroo brands and models, baby kangaroo prices and our recommendations, you can find all of them in this article.

Why should you take kangaroo? Is the use of kangaroo harmful in infants?

"Is kangaroo harmful for babies?" If you think, "Oh, don't get used to lap, then you can never download it." If you often hear the words, let us relax you. For many mothers it is harmful to carry the baby on the lap. But the main place where especially newborn babies find peace and security is the mother's lap. Lapping is harmful, it is more of a problem with not being able to sleep. Let's list the benefits of using kangaroos as follows: 1- Carrying the babies with a strap is beneficial for the vestibular system in the inner ear. This system provides balance. During movement, the baby moves and this movement stimulates the vestibular system. Some experts say that this stimulation contributes to comfortable breathing, growth and motor development of babies. With the kangaroo, your baby moves with you in all directions. This is something different from raising your baby in the cradle constantly in the same direction. 2- The ability of your baby to be in close contact with you increases the sense of trust and ensures peace of mind. 3- The baby carried by kangaroo experiences less restlessness. You can observe its surroundings quietly and awake, learning capacity increases. The first certified trainers to Turkey this issue Babywearing de Ceren baby has something to say to you:Why Should I Carry My Baby Wearing It?

12 things to consider when buying kangaroos

He should be able to hold his spine upright, that is, back support. It should not harm the bone, joint and body structure of your baby. You should get this floating ergonomic kangaroo.He cannot control the baby's head asleep. So there must be head support.Kangaroo models that will not put pressure on the testicle are produced for boys, attention. Instead of models where the legs are dangled, you should choose the models where you put your baby on the butt.Should not sweat the fabric.You should be able to use it from birth. So be careful if the model you are going to buy is a newborn kangaroo. Or for some kangaroos, the newborn apparatus is sold separately, you can also choose them.It should be easy to put on and take off.It should be portable in front, side and back.Wide shoulder straps give you an advantage.Take the back, waist and neck pain from the kangaroo varieties with lumbar support, back fixing belt, thick and padded arm stems.Measure your distance like this: It's true if you're going to kiss your baby's forehead.If you buy kangaroo models that can grow, you can use it for a long time. There are models that can be used up to 4 years old.Having pockets also provides ease of use, keep in mind.

How old is Kangaroo?

One of the curious questions is "When to put a baby kangaroo?" Depending on the type, baby kangaroo can be used from birth.

How to connect kangaroo?

Let's show it as follows:Baby Transport: How to Use Kangaroo? We also have a video to learn how to carry the baby on the back with the kangaroo:How can I carry my baby on my back? Now we can move on to kangaroo recommendations.

1- Chicco Kangaroo Go

Chicco Kangaroo Go Among Chicco kangaroo models, Go is one of the most curious products of mothers. Dimensions: 15 x 28 x 41 cm.Weight: 0.4 kgYou can use it from birth until your baby is 9 kg.For the postpartum, there are 2 carrying positions with your baby's face facing you, after the 4th month, with the face facing outwards.It can be adjusted to 2 different heights.Leg supports are soft.It has a padded shoulder strap.The fabric is breathable. ProsconsChicco qualityNot ergonomicThe price is affordableNo pocket.It is not very practical to put on and take off.

2- Chicco Soft & Dream Kangaroo

Chicco Soft & Dream Kangaroo Another kangaroo model from Chicco, Soft & Dream, has higher features than Go. Dimensions: 16 x 27 x 44 cm.Weight: 0.7 kg.You can use it from birth until your baby is 9 kg.There are 3 transport positions. You can easily sleep your baby with the side lying position. You can use the position facing the first 4 parents after birth and the outward facing for the next 4 months.It distributes the weight in a balanced way with double back support.The lining is comfortable. Breathable fabric and soft.The high protection at the bottom of the lining allows her baby to sleep comfortably and safely. You can easily take it out when your baby grows up. ProsconsChicco qualityNot ergonomicHaving double back supportAccording to the characteristics, the price is above averageUsage time is below average

3- Babyboroosh New Age Borcka Ergonomic Baby Kangaroo

Babyboroosh New Age Borcka Ergonomic Baby Kangaroo Babybroosh Ergonomic Kangaroo, which fully adapts to the anatomical structure of its baby, keeps up with the development of its baby and allows it to grow for a long time. Let's see what are the features of this product that will make you very happy? The most important feature of the Babyboroosh New Age kangaroo is that it supports the anatomical development of the baby.Thanks to the adjustable seat panel, it prevents the M posture of the hips and legs, and the shoulder strap clips prevent pressure on the spine and support the C position. In this way, it maintains the body form of its baby.All parts of the product keep pace with the development of your baby. You can use this product until your baby is 4 years old thanks to the seat that can be adjusted between 15-42 cm.Of course back support is also very important. Babyboroosh New Age kangaroo is aware of this situation and prevents the baby's back from being idle thanks to the panel support that can be adjusted between 28-45 cm.If the baby has not been able to control the neck yet, it is provided to keep the head intact with the neck support rope.Her doll has a filling to protect her legs.It has a large and useful title. This hood not only protects your baby from the cold, but also creates a secret environment for breastfeeding.It is important that a kangaroo does not sweat the baby. The Babyboroosh New Age kangaroo is made from cotton and breathable fabrics. In this way, it prevents your baby from sweating. Let's talk a little bit about the advantages of the Babyboroosh New Age kangaroo. The shoulder straps, waist belt and stabilizing back-chest belt are in harmony. In this way, it ensures that the baby's weight is spread evenly over the body.Thanks to its wide and solid shoulder padding, it makes you feel the weight of your baby less.The strong waist filling helps to reduce the load on your waist. ProsconsReasonable priceSupporting the anatomical structure of the babyFacilitates transportationCan be used up to 4 years old

4- MomfortBaby Ergonomic Kangaroo

MomfortBaby Ergonomic Kangaroo The differences of MomfortBaby Ergonomic Kangaroo from other kangaroo models are: MomforBaby ergonomic kangaroos carry the baby by sitting on the pop, while other kangaroos carry the baby by hanging it between the legs. Thus, the weight spreads to buttocks and thighs. The baby's spine is not burdened. All these features reduce the risk of hip dislocation.As it grasps the baby very well, it prevents skidding during the move.Shoulder straps are thick and soft-padded. So you don't feel shoulder pain.With the thick and EVO filled waist belt, the weight spreads evenly, you won't experience low back pain.The waist belt that secures the two arms on the back also prevents you from suffering from back pain. Thanks to all these features, you can carry more weight without suffering than other kangaroos.You can use your baby in the period of 3 months-4 years (7-20 kg).It does not cause back, waist and shoulder pain.You can wear it alone, kangaroo is very practical to use.Baby boys have a safe and healthy sitting position for their testicles.You can adjust the size of the elastic headgear, which protects your baby from the sun and light.There are 3 types of carrying positions (front, back and side).100% cotton inside.Straps are filled, thick.There is a waist and back belt.Extra reinforced seams are used in the joints and all seams are made with endless filament threads. These mean that the seams will not be removed.The proof that it does not contain any additives is that it enters the AZO PAINTS test and is approved by the Independent Research Institution SGS.If you use it with MomfortBaby Newborn Apparatus, you can carry your baby with this kangaroo from the first day. At the end of the 3rd month, you can remove the apparatus.It has a pocket. ProsconsBeing ergonomicExtra apparatus required for use as a newborn kangarooLength of useAbove average in terms of price-performanceColor options are too much

5- Solomom Baby Ergonomic Kangaroo Newborn Set

Solomom Baby Ergonomic Kangaroo Newborn Set If you are looking for both ergonomic and newborn kangaroos, SolomomBaby will tempt you with its chirpy patterns and comfortable products. What makes this kangaroo a newborn kangaroo is its apparatus, as in MomfortBaby. But since it is sold as a set, its price is more affordable. Already the MomfortBaby and SolomomBaby kangaroos are very similar in both function and design. Ethnic pattern diversity is the main feature of SolomomBaby. Usage time / weight: 0-4 years / 0-20 kg.You can carry your baby in 3 positions: front, side and back.Hyp Dysplasia Instituteute (Designed in accordance with the M seated position proposed by the World Institute of Hip Health (the correct sitting position for the healthy development of the baby's hip, pelvis and spine, in ergonomic kangaroos).Sponge padding on the shoulder straps provides comfortable use.100% cotton inside.It protects the hood from the sun, light and wind. It is functional in terms of providing privacy while breastfeeding your baby.Passed AZO DYE test.You can wash it in the machine.High coats of thread are used in the seams at the joints, that is, durable. ProsconsBeing ergonomicLength of useAbove average in terms of price-performancePattern options are too many

6- Kraft Domino Kangaroo

Kraft Domino Kangaroo Maximum payload 12 kg.Manufactured in accordance with EN13209-2 European Standards.It is used in 5 different positions (Breastfeeding, face up front, back carrying, face up front, sleeping position up front).Bizfenol A does not contain chemicals such as phthalates and lead.It doesn't sweat the fabric.Among the Kraft kangaroo reviews, the most commonly said is the body to wrap perfectly.There are waist, back and shoulder straps.Its special pocket increases its usefulness.You can use the head restraint folded or open. ProsconsKraft quality, solidLumbar supportThe price is affordableNot in the ergonomic kangaroo classCan be used in 5 different positionsUsage time is below average

7- Ergobaby 360 Kangaroo

Ergobaby 360 Kangaroo One of the most popular kangaroos among mothers, though expensive, is that of Ergobaby. Why, let's see: Ergobaby is a kangaroo brand that has received awards in many different countries over the years.All Ergobaby kangaroos have been designed and developed under the consultancy of health professionals.Thanks to the newborn cushion, you can use it from birth.Maximum payload 20 kg.There are 4 different carrying positions on the front, on the back and on the side, on the hip.Since it is ergonomic, it distributes the weight evenly between the shoulders, back and hips.In this kangaroo of the baby, the legs are separated, the knees sit parallel to the ground, in a natural and orthopedic position.Depending on how you use it, you can adjust the width with the buttons at the bottom.The shoulder straps are very comfortable as they are wide, high density foam filled.You can adjust the padded waist belt.You can breastfeed while carrying your baby.The integrated hood with UPF 50+ sun protection protects your baby from the sun and wind. She supports her baby's head while sleeping.Kangaroo 100% cotton.You can wash it in the machine. ProsconsBeing ergonomicThe price is above averageLength of useOffers breastfeedingBeing a world-famous, award-winning brand

8- Babybjörn Kangaroo One Air

Babyjörn One Kangaroo is also an expensive and award-winning model. + You can use it from birth to 3 years old.Maximum payload 15 kg.There are 4 different carrying positions (for the newborn, inward and outwardly forward, carrying on the back).You can use your forward-facing position from the 5th month and carry your back from the 12th month.There is a waist belt with padded straps.Ergonomic kangaroo feature, developed by doctors.You can fold the head protection support while carrying your baby outwards.100% cotton inside. The main material is 60% cotton, 40% polyester.All fabrics have been tested and contain no harmful substances. Öko-Teks 100 standard, first class certified.Certified by the International Institute of Hip Dislocation (IHDI).You can wash the machine separately at 40 degrees. ProsconsBeing ergonomicThe price is far above averageHaving an awardDespite its price, it has no extra featuresMachine washableAccording to the price, the duration of use is short

9- Boba 4G Baby Carrier Kangaroo

Boba 4G Baby Carrier Kangaroo Among the kangaroo varieties, those who use Boba 4G, which draws attention with its being expensive, are very satisfied with its quality and usefulness. Thanks to the cushion under it, you can carry your newborn baby without the need for an extra device.Maximum carrying capacity is 21 kg.He has carrying positions at the front since birth and on the back from the 6th month.You can remove the sleep support head at any time according to the growth of your baby, and put it in your front pocket when you are not using it.100% cotton inside.Suitable for any parent in the 1.52m-1.90m height range.You can breastfeed without removing your baby from kangaroo. To do this, simply loosen the straps and lower the baby down.There is foot rest support for your baby. This design is patented. You can remove the footrest if you want.You can wash the machine in fine tuning, but don't wring it out. ProsconsBeing ergonomicThe price is above averageLength of useExtra functions such as breastfeeding position, foot support

10- Soo Baby Comfy Air Kangaroo

Let's look at the features of the Soo Baby Comfy Air Kangaroo, which comes across the kangaroo ministers from the popular brand Joker among mothers. You can use it from the sixth month to the age of 3.Maximum payload 12 kg.It is used in 6 different positions (the position facing the mother, the position facing forward, the position facing only to the mother, the position used only with the seat facing forward, the position used only with the seat on the side, the position hanging on the back).It has a breathing fabric. Suitable for all seasons.You can use dual function as both kangaroo and baby seat.Suitable for boys and girls.You can use the head restraint upright and folded.It has a pocket in front.The straps can be adjusted.There is lumbar support. ProsconsCan be used in 6 different positionsNot being used as a newborn kangarooOne of the cheapest kangaroosColor option is limited to gray

An overview of 10 Kangaroo models

Look at all kangaroo models, decide which baby kangaroo is for yourself! Make / ModelFeatured featureChicco Kangaroo GoChicco quality + reasonable priceChicco Soft & Dream KangarooChicco quality + double back supportMomfortBaby Ergonomic KangarooErgonomic + good price compared to performanceBabyboroosh New Age Borkça Ergonomic KangarooErgonomic + good price compared to performanceSolomomBaby Ergonomic Kangaroo Newborn SetErgonomic + good price compared to performanceKraft Domino Kangaroo5 transport positions + favorable priceErgobaby 360 KangarooAward-winning Ergonomic +Babybjörn Kangaroo One AirAward-winning Ergonomic +Boba 4G Baby Carrier KangarooErgonomic + functional + above average priceSoo Baby Comfy Air Kangaroo6 different positions + cheap Read the full article