Confessions, Crunches and Completely Unexpected Crushes (Chris X Reader)
What happens when your gym trainer finds your private journal—and your not-so-subtle thirst entries about him?
You’re new in town, awkward with weights, and totally smitten with the too-hot-to-be-real Chris Redfield. He’s professional, disciplined, and built like a Greek statue sculpted from pure intimidation. But when he stumbles across your diary and reads about “moaning during form correction” and “biceps as a spiritual awakening,” your sessions go from mildly flirty to a slow-burn firestorm of tension, blushing glances, and “accidental” touches.
He’s faced monsters, bioterrorism, and global crises. But now? He’s up against his toughest mission yet—resisting a woman who thinks he's the main course and the protein shake.
You’re new in town and finally work up the courage to sign up for the gym everyone raves about—the one with the state-of-the-art equipment, intense classes, and a gruff, no-nonsense trainer named Chris Redfield. He’s all business: serious, structured, and somehow still patient with you, even when you can’t tell a kettlebell from a dumbbell. Over the next few weeks, you start growing more confident—and more hopelessly flustered. Especially when he flashes that rare, crooked smile that makes your knees buckle.
One afternoon, Chris stumbles across a small leather-bound notebook you accidentally left in the locker room. Planning to return it, he flips it open to confirm it’s yours—only to discover it’s your journal. Inside are hilarious, heartfelt entries about your gym misadventures, awkward encounters, and, much to his surprise, your very detailed thoughts on just how attractive you find your trainer.
He tells himself to stop reading. He knows it’s an invasion of privacy. But then he sees the line:
"Pretty sure I accidentally moaned when he corrected my form. Please bury me in the squat rack."
From that moment, your workouts feel...different. Chris becomes quieter, more intense. His eyes linger a little longer; his hands pause just a moment more when adjusting your form. There’s heat under the surface. One day, after you drop your water bottle for the third time and stammer something about replacing all your fingers with thumbs, he corners you by the dumbbell rack and murmurs:
“Tell me, exactly how hot do you think I am?”
Cue the slow burn: lingering touches, flustered stares, tension so thick you could bench press it. Accidental run-ins outside the gym that feel suspiciously like fate. He helps you re-rack weights while trying not to look too amused. You swear you’re fine—until he brushes his hand over your back during a stretch and your soul momentarily leaves your body.
And Chris? He may be a battle-hardened soldier who’s faced down zombies, bioweapons, and the literal apocalypse—but nothing, not even his most dangerous missions with S.T.A.R.S. or the BSAA, prepared him for the challenge of falling for a woman who describes his arms as a “spiritual awakening.” And honestly? He’s absolutely here for it.
Thick thighs save lives, and Keith’s going to convince him they do.
One More on the Board - RollingJules
4k. (Teen And Up Audiences)
Keith doesn’t like to be bothered when he goes to the gym. He wishes people would mind their own business. Imagine his surprise when he finds himself having a full conversation with some buff dude on the treadmill next to his.
Love on the treadmill - petitkeef @petitkeef
3k. (General Audiences)
Once upon a time, there was a boy on a treadmill. He was a fine, young man, not ugly in the slightest, that could brag about his refined language for hours, as blasphemous words that held the power of making his ancestors shrink in their tombs left his mouth, mixing soft expressions with expressions worthy of a truck driver. He had big dreams, this boy. Dreamed about going to space, become all cool and tough, with boys and girls begging to be friends with him –despite the fact that he had three friends in total, and Lance was an asshole half the time.-But Alas, the Evil could not stay still in front of such a pure individual, and so it sent its most powerful weapon.Said weapon came in the shape of a 6”1 man with dark hair, thick arms and legs and an ass that Keith begs he could sleep onto.If it were a normal, classic, family-friendly fairytale, we all know how it would go. Keith would become stronger and, thanks to the help of his magical friends he would defeat the Evil and the weapon sent to defy him.But this is not a classic fairytale, and it definitely isn’t family-friendly.Keith wants the weapon to fucking destroy him
Or: Keith is very gay and obvious for a man in the gym.
