PLOT: Y/n’s cockiness got her in a tough position. Now she has to face the consequences thanks to their best friend Glimmer.
WARNINGS: Female Reader with She/They pronouns.
Y/n sighed, walking into the gym with their white duffle bag with black accents slung over their shoulder. She was currently being forced to work out with a trainer due to a bet she lost with her best friend Glimmer.
“Oh come on, glitter! I’m not that out of shape.” Y/n claims, throwing a potato chip/crisps into their mouth. Glimmer furrowed her brows together, a crease forming in between her eyebrows. “Are you kidding me? Frosta beat you in an arm wrestle!” She exclaims. Y/n pointed a finger at her. “Hey, she’s a kid and I let her win.” “No, she’s a kid and you’re out of shape.”
“Alright, fine.” Y/n said putting down the bag of chips/crisps and dusting her fingers free from the salt and oily residue the chips/crisps left behind. “If I’m so weak, I challenge you to an arm wrestle duel. If I win, you have to admit I’m super strong and make me Angella’s secret brownie cookie surprise whenever I want to for a month.”
With a scoff, Glimmer put a hand on her hip. “And if I win?” “Then I have to go to a gym, twice a week, for two months wITh a trainer.” Glimmer smirked.
“Bring it on.” … The rest was history.
Y/n couldn’t believe she lost. She had that game in the bag! She didn’t know the 4’11 girl could be so strong. Looks are SO deceiving. Luckily, Glimmer was nice and hired her a trainer she’s known for years and let Y/n use her private gym for the sake of potential humiliation. Isn’t Glimmer… sO kind?
The best friend looked around the gym. It had spongey white flooring with gold and black specs, walls that were covered in body length mirrors, all the equipment any gym rat could think of, and of course the colors pink and purple splattered here and there. Not to mention the overly ‘motivating’ quotes that were slapped onto the walls.
‘Go for it!’ ‘Be the best you you can be!’ ‘You got this!’
The sight made Y/n sick.
“It’s a bit much, right?” A voice boomed from behind Y/n, making them jump out of their skin a little as she turned on her heels to see the face that matched the voice. The tall and muscular stranger let out a small laugh. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” She said putting her hands out. “Glimmer and Angella mean well.” The stranger said walking past Y/n.
“I just think they don’t personally work out in here. Maybe in their rooms or at some.. mother-daughter yoga class.” The blonde haired girl joked. Y/n studied this stranger. Fair skin, blue eyes, blonde hair that was shaved on the sides and back yet leaving the top and front short and flowy. And don’t get them started on their figure.
Thick muscular thighs, defined calves, couple abs could be seen on her stomach, and those arms. Whoa, her arms. Y/n’s never seen such muscles look so manly.. yet feminine on a girl before. It made Y/n feel queasy, but excited. Yet, scared but thrilled. She had no clue what was going on.
The unnamed girl cocked a brow with a smug smirk on her face as she crossed her arms. “If you’re done staring,” she hummed. “I think we should start working now.” Y/n blinked out of their trance. “What- Oh, God— I’m so sorry- Yes, uh, let’s train.” She said scurrying over to the wall that had the benches and water coolers. They threw off their bag and made sure their hair was as out of the way as possible with a headband/hairtie.
The trainer laughed at her reaction. “Oh my gosh, I was just teasing!” She chuckles, covering her mouth with her hand. “You’re cute though. The name’s Adora.” She sent her a smile with closed eyes. Y/n stepped up to her after getting themselves prepared. “Ah, thanks for the compliment. I’m Y/n, by the way.” With the introductions out the way, Adora and Y/n began their training.
Y/n couldn’t get over how attractive Adora looked in her white sports bra with a gold hem. Or her matching leggings with gold stripes down the side. Not forgetting about her hair either. The way some strands stuck to her forehead as she sweat or the way it would floof up after Adora ruffled it.
“Okay okay, stop.” Adora said turning off the stationary bicycle. “You’re daydreaming again.” She said with a small sigh, putting her hand on her hip as her other arm leaned against the machine. “You okay? Glimmer told me you were more the ambitious and determined type when it came to things like this.”
“Yeah, when pretty ladies aren’t there to distract me.” Muttered Y/n with a chuckle. “Hm? What was that?” Adora leaned in, facing her left ear toward Y/n. “I said,” They began, leaning close to Adora’s ear. “I don’t want to do this machine!” Adora blinked in surprise, her mouth agape. “That’s so not what you said… and we can’t switch machines just because we don’t like it. If that was the case, I would never EVER use the death machine we call a treadmill.”
Attempting to get off but being stopped by Adora, Y/n whined. “But I really don’t want to work out. Please Adora, spare me. I’m just doing this for a bet! I don’t need to get shredded like you.”
“Oh is that so?” She asked, unwrapping her arms from the girl’s waist as she pulled back to look at her. “Alright then, arm wrestle me.” Y/n swallowed thickly. “Uh,” They stammered. “N-No, its fine. I say we go back to this machin—“
“Arm wrestle me, Y/n. Now.”
With a sigh, they began to get off the bicycle. Adora stepped back to allow them to come off. The two of them walked over to the benches and sat on their knees. Adora took a towel from her bag, placed it on the bench and then put her elbow down. Y/n wrapped their hand around hers with a clap and a sigh of regret.
“Alright, no using the other hand or taunting language. First arm down loses. Got it?” Adora looked at Y/n with another raised brow. She seemed to do that quite often. Y/n nodded.
“Yeah, I got it.”
After a countdown of three, the two began arm wrestling. Well, more so Y/n began. Adora just let her arm sit there as she watched her trainee with a satisfied smirk. Y/n wasn’t sitting flat on their knees anymore, they were sitting on top of them. Their face scrunched up as a vein began to pop out their forehead. A few grunts and pants were heard here and there. “You having fun there?”
Y/n grunted. “I thought there was no taunting language…” “Oh hon, this isn’t taunting. I’m legitimately asking a question.” Adora said as a matter-of-fact. With a huff, Y/n leaned forward in hopes to get more leverage. “If you want to put an end to this, all you have to do is promise that there won’t be anymore complaining for the duration of our training. This includes the next two months.”
The bargain was tempting, but Y/n wasn’t going down with a fight.
Adora hummed. “Oh, still trying are we?” She said as she felt a sudden umph in Y/n’s adrenaline. “You can try all you want to. No one’s ever won an arm wrestle with me before.” She said taking a leg out from under her to rest her other arm’s forearm on her thigh. “But, as you wish.”
Y/n averted their gaze to look at Adora. She wasn’t entirely sure of the definition of manspreading, but whatever Adora was doing seemed like the definition to her. Adora nodded in acknowledgment. “Ya done yet?” She asked looking at her manicured hand. It wasn’t much. Just trimmed nails that were clean and had a top coat on top. A small whimper was heard as Y/n went back to pushing on Adora’s arm. It began to move, much more than it did before, but it was still quaint.
She looked back at Adora and nodded excessively. They wanted this to be OVER.
The blonde winked at her, sitting back on her knees with a satisfied sigh. In seconds, Y/n’s arm was flat on the bench. “OH THANK GOD!” They called out, letting their arm straighten out as she rested her head on it to relax. She broke more sweat trying to defeat Adora than during the 45 minutes of training! “That was torture.”
Adora giggled. “For you, maybe. For me, it was like watching a baby bird try to fly for the first time.” She sat back on her hand and brought a leg up, resting her arm on her knee. “You ready to resume training? Since you lost, there’s no complaining whatsoever.” With a defeated sigh, Y/n looked at her with tired eyes. “Fine. But I will win.”
The blonde shrugged. “Sure you will.” She ruffled their hair (or patted their head), before getting up to head to the stationary bicycle again. “Come on,” she clapped her hands together. “Let’s go!” Groaning was heard before Y/n got up again to finish their workout.
Next time, they should learn from their past mistakes… but if losing to Adora meant spending more time with her and holding her hand, so be it. Y/n would lose over and over for her.
spent the weekend reading this catradora fic by @kienava and i had to make some sketches inspired by it. Adora stress making some smoothies was both funny and sad
