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update, the zit on my chin is back YET AGAIN so I get to try out the new extra strength microdart patches from zitsticka. in slightly better news, finally figured out what was causing my hip flexor pain from running and it was the FUCKING SHOES so I went out and got new ones which will be hopefully better for me

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Diet Diaries

Hi all! Thank you so much for 500 followers! Here's a little style switch up to celebrate, got a lotta refs in this one and I quite leaned into the diary entries so I hope it's not too much! Hope y'all enjoy this stereotype reversal and as always, best! -Occam

Monday March 21st-

Andy:

I am beyond sick of Steve. Moving in together was a mistake, I don’t care how cheap the rent is, he is a narcissistic slob and I am eager to never see him again. Well no, I shouldn’t get ahead of myself. Our R.A. had this idea to try and walk in each other's shoes, which I don’t know? It might not be the worst thing? My big idea was switching diets actually- honestly I’m just hoping if he ate more like me he’ll stop stinking up the dorm. I can dream at least. Literally though he just can’t go to the gym as often if he eats like me. If I'm lucky at the very least his deodorant will last longer, I cannot take another day of his b.o. seeping through the walls, ugh! Anyway, wish me luck! I’m sure this will be a breeze for me, he usually just eats junk anyway, hope he enjoys my salads~

Steve:

Andy that little fucker. He was being such a little bitch to James and now I’ve gotta eat his rabbit food for a week or lose this bet or whatever. Steve don’t lose tho. Lil twink’s gotta eat whatever I make him too and you can bet your ass I’m gonna make him match my macros if I’ve gotta starve myself like he wants. Fuck! This shit is going to absolutely tank my routine! I’ve gotta make Andy give up. I’m gonna go so hard on him he’ll have to hit weights if he doesn't want to blow up like a pig. Maybe then he’ll stop bitching any time I don’t fucking shower every time I get back home. 

Tuesday March 22nd-

Andy:

My Lord! He is trying to kill me! I don’t know how anyone could consistently eat as much as he’s telling me to. I’m so bloated from all this food.. He looks so smug every time he tells me to keep eating, I’m sure he doesn’t eat like this. He’s just trying to break me but I’m not going to let him win this easy.

Ugh, I feel so bloated my pants are so tight on my waist. I didn’t think meat sweats were a thing but man I am needing to put on deodorant like twice a day now and I’m not even exercising. I will say that now that I’m eating so much, I don’t hate the idea of going to the gym. It’s been a while since I went but I should probably at least hit up the treadmill lest I get even more of a gut- maybe I’ll see if he wants to go tomorrow. This is all just an exercise to understand each other more after all, no need to make it a stupid competition like he wants eh~

Steve:

Fuck! I am so tired of Andy’s pussy-ass diet. I had absolutely no energy at the gym today, I told all my bros that I was just gonna take it easy but fuck! I really was working my ass off and I struggled to even meet a PR I set last week. It was supposed to be a push day and I didn’t even get a chest pump! Why the fuck am I still going. I’m abso-fucking-lutely not getting gains on his fuckin’ bitch-ass salads and oats.

Eatin’ like a fucking twink and the fucker has the nerve to ask to go to the gym with me tomorrow. I’ll make sure he regrets that >:) Gonna work him like a horse so he’ll throw in the towel! After feeling how sore actually working on yourself makes ya, he might actually learn something. I’ll turn in early so I can go all out and show him what a real man looks like.

Wednesday March 23rd-

Andrew:

Man! I totally get why Steven eats so much now~ I am absolutely raring to go and get this; He said I could go to the gym with him today! He even seemed like he wanted me to go with him! I feel like I have more energy than I’ve ever had before, I might even try some weights!! I don’t know but I’m so excited! It’s like I can feel my chest and biceps begging me to go and hit some iron haha! Or whatever those “bros” say~ I hope he’s got something good planned for lunch because I fuck Sorry! I just want to show him that I can do all this dude stuff too! I’m a man right? I guess all this protein is making me feel more like a man than usual idk. Either way though I’m ready to go! Hope we have some fun!

Steven:

That bitch’s fuckin’ fru fru salads are ruining my PR’s for sure! I bet he knew that when he begged me to take him to the gym today, knew it was the only time he could show off to me was when I’m so out of it. And he didn't! Just to be clear I could still wipe the floor with  him even if I’m not at my A-game. Ugh, I do gotta hand it to the little fucker though. I KNOW he hasn’t even really set foot in a gym before but man. Beginners luck my ass, as soon as I showed him a technique he lifted like he’s been doing it his whole life! It’s like I could see his pecs and tris swelling up with each lift. Not that I was staring at the bitch or anything but he’s just I just need this fuckin’ diet thing to end so I can get back to my grind, I guess I wouldn’t hate taking him to the gym more often, would be hot to make a bitch into a bro Fuck! What am I writing, I just need to lift again.

Thursday March 24th-

Andrew: 

Bro! Weird? Whatever, I am absolutely on fire! Steven’s diet is absolutely killer! I don’t know how it’s working so well but man I couldn’t care less, I felt like a pro in there! My coaches in school would always shit on me for not trying but man! I was barely trying yesterday but I could tell from the look on Steven’s face that I was acing it! I guess I’ll have to admit to him that he is definitely onto something with his macros but man, not until he gives up haha! Man, I need to chill haha, it’s not like I’m any stronger than I was Monday but man, looking at myself in the mirror it just seems like my clothes are just fitting better. Catching on my chest rather than my stomach y’know? I’ve never noticed that there is muscle on my arms before but man the way my sleeves are kinda hugging my biceps mm. I need to chill haha! Can’t use all my energy before hitting the gym again today!

OH! Also totally weird, I’ve had to shave twice this week! Once last night and then again this morning which is so weird! I’m not complaining though, it’s not like I wouldnt look hot with a beard right? Although my face is a little itchy already, my chest too? Whatever though haha! Time to head back to the grind lol!

Steven:

God!! Andy Andrew is being such an asshole! He’s clogging the sink shaving which I know he would so be on my ass if I had done that. Wait, he did get on my ass for shaving! But it hasn’t been a problem this week, it’s like I’m not even growing stubble for some reason? Probably from not working so hard at the gym, is that how that works? Whatever it’ll be over as soon as this stupid diet thing is. We’re halfway through now. Thank God! Because that fucking twink is starting to stink up the dorm which again!! He was such a little bitch all the time to me about that! It’s like he’s literally stopped using deodorant as soon as he started needing it! He’s never exerted himself in his life and now that his pits are sweating at all he’s suddenly allergic to hygiene, ugh! I saw last night too the fucker fell asleep with his head in his pit too so it’s not like he doesn’t know it. 

It was a little surprising actually, cause I would’ve sworn he was hairless like one of those freak cats but man his pit was as thick as my pubes! Thicker maybe, uh? Man I wish I could get that image out of my head, it’s like the tuft was pushing out further each time he inhaled, man that’s kinda hot? Fuck! I swear this twink-ass diet is making me think like him too. I need to sneak to the gym later, without him. I cannot have him getting ahead even while I’m still on his chickenshit diet.

Friday March 25th-

Steven:

Ah!! That Little bitch! He was already at the gym when I got there! Ugh! It makes me want to punch a wall, or fight him. Or something I dont know! It’s just, he was lifting my body weight on the bench when he saw me, it was so ho ugh! It doesn’t matter what it was, I can’t stop thinking of that smug look on his face- what I would give to wipe it off… That absolute prick knew what he was doing. Ugh, speaking of pricks! He may as well have not been wearing shorts at all by how much his cock was showing through them.

I knew my meal prepping was fucking tight but man, I can’t believe hot its made him. It just really fucking turns me on, or no its such a turn on for chicks. Yeah. Whatever. I need this bet to end already. Clearly he’s totally obsessed with my lifestyle so he should just admit it already! Also, hate to say it, but to Andrew’s credit his diet ain't too bad either. I’d never tell him this, and it is all a little emasculating but my skin has never looked this good. I’m not even doing skincare or anything but it’s like I’ve been on a routine for years, it’s crazy! It’s still ruining my upper gains but man, my ass looks so good it's crazy..

Oh also re: facial hair, I woke up this morning and could’ve sworn I used to have chest hair but now it looks like I’ve got just a little left around my nipples and leading up from my pubes? I might go ahead and shave those too, might as well be totally smooth like a chick right haha, I wonder what Andrew would think? I need to chill haha, maybe I’ll go see if he’s still at the gym~

Andrew:

Fuuuuck dude lol. I should’ve started hitting up the gym ages ago. Don’t know what I was even wasting time on before I started doing twice-a-days? Studying I guess but I can figure that shit stuff out hm. Fuck it is so much better to be strong than a dweeb. Every set it feels like I’m just busting out new PR’s! Gonna need to buy new clothes though cause I am absolutely tearing up my crop tops, my twinky little wardrobe just isn’t cutting it anymore. Maybe Steven’d be down for a clothes swap, I’ve seen him eying up my fits all week, god knows he’ll fit them better lol. Oh haha, and speaking of him eying things up >:) You should’ve seen his little face blush when he walked into the gym this morning! He looked so pissed at me lol, but I’m not gonna grab him to come along every time I need to get some sets in right? It was pretty embarrassing for him yesterday anyway, the way I showed him up lol. I’m not just gonna sit around and watch him not lift weights when I can figure this shit out myself, thought it was supposed to be his thing though lol.

Mm, saying that though, I def didn’t hate having a little audience from his treadmill. God, his blushing face as he stared directly at my work-out chub. Fuck, it really got me going. It really helped my sets too haha. Maybe I should hit him up lol, I can tell how bad he wants me >:)

Saturday March 26th-

Stevie:

Ugh! That douche is walking around the dorm completely shirtless! Do you know what it’s like to have an oaf flexing away across the room from you 24/7! He knows what he’s doing, and thank god my dick isn’t showing through my shorts like I thought it usually does because he might literally pounce on me then-

Ugh! I didn’t even mention this morning. I literally woke up to him jacking off his morning wood! Do you know what a bitch-fit he would have thrown if I did that! He would’ve filed a police report, probably the dweeb, or. I guess I could too?? But it was just so fucking hot. I tried to pretend I was asleep, but he totally caught me. He literally smirked and made eye contact as he finished too- thank god he didn’t see my boner as he asked if I wanted to clean up his mess. He’s such an ass! 

I still have a boner now actually, it’s his B.O. driving me actually crazy! It’s like I can’t think near him if he’s going to stink this bad god.. Oh, he’s doing pullups on the door frame fuck. He’s supposed to be hairless but I see sweat dripping from his pits god I can't. God with each pull up his chest looks even more powerful. His cock is bobbing up and down in his pants and I can not look away. Fuck it’s getting even bigger. I’m supposed to be the strong one right? It’s not, fuck. This isn’t right. He just so fucking, god that body, I need him-

And Drew:

Heh. I knew that fucking twink couldn’t resist me. Every little thing I do wraps him even tighter around my finger. Every flex and smirk turns him on even more I bet he can’t even think straight the way his little dick is losing it in his briefs- I took all his jocks since I’m sure he would need them anymore. Bet the little bitch didn’t even remember they were his.  

Might as well have been drooling when he saw me jacking my cock this morning lol, surprised he didn’t take me up on the offer to lick up the mess. I know he wanted to lol. He’ll get the chance soon enough though >:) God it’s a two-way street though. That fucking twink is so fuckable now, thank god he doesn’t need to shave anymore, don’t want his peachfuzz scratching my cock cause god that mouth is so fuckable now.. To say nothing of his fucking juicy ass, god! I’ve been working out in the room all morning waiting for him to give in and ask me to fuck him, idk if I can hold it in much longer. I might need to jack it again, my balls are bluer than I ever thought they could be, fuck. It’s like they're sore. Ugh I feel them getting heavier, heh, that little fucker cant resist though. God I feel precum starting to pool in my jock. If I put my pit within a foot of his face I give him five before he can’t help but shove his face in. I need to fuck him, but as if I’m going to let him see how desperate I am. Stevie that little fucker. He’ll be riding my cock any second now.

Sunday March 27th-

Stevie:

Fuck <3 !! He finally fucked me!! God, it was like nothing I’ve experienced before~ His cock was like a beer can and goddd the scratch of his beard as we were making out.. Hehe if I keep thinking about him I might just cum again right now! He can fully toss my body like a ragdoll and I’d thank him ugh! He’s just so hot, and to think he wants to fuck me!! Ah~ I’ll need to keep myself pretty so he won’t get tired of me hehe! Not that it’ll be a problem, I just need to keep on his diet, God who knew it would be this good! I don’t even remember whatever problems we had before all this and I can’t imagine anything better than getting fucked by him <3 Ah! He he~ He’s staring at my ass right now so I guess it’s time for another round! Can’t thank our R.A. enough for this idea, well he he I’ve got an idea for how to thank him, oh! Drew’s ripped off his jock! Wish me luck he he~

Drew:

My little bitch is so tight, fuck. I’m surprised he can even take my cock but god can he ride it. Gonna have a hard time taking a break from fucking him to even hit the gym. Need to make sure the twink keeps up the diet tho or we’ll have an issue. Be sure to make him come to the gym whenever I do, if not to tighten up then to watch me heh. Won’t hate fucking him in the locker room too. Mm, God his fucking tiny body makes me feel so powerful. And I fucking am. God my bis are the size of his thick thighs, fuck his ass. My cock is straining my jock just thinking about it. His tiny waist ugh, I need my sweaty body over him now. Not like he’ll mind, the horny fucker. Mmm hope he’s ready to take my cock, bet his mouth is already watering heh. Pop my pecs at him and he’ll struggle not to cum on the spot, he better keep it together until I let him though. Can’t be having my bitch blow his load that fast. Thank fuck he’s chilled out finally, though I guess my cock’ll work wonders on anyone >:) speaking of it’s about that time again. Hope he’s ready for some more action, hate to have to find another hole.

[barcaatthemoon]

my hero || lucy bronze x teen!reader ||

you stop seeking lucy's approval.

playing at barcelona was a dream come true. the club was your childhood favorite. the players there were all amazing, but there was one in particular that you were excited to play alongside. lucy bronze was your childhood hero. you had been born in spain, but your mother was english, and she had done her best to show you as much english football as she could. that was where you had first seen lucy play, and any club she was at was a favorite while she was there.

you were instantly starstruck whenever you went to your first practice. some of the girls teased you about the way that you looked at lucy, thinking that it was just a crush at first. their jokes had stopped after a couple comments from alexia and lucy, but the damage had already been done.

lucy didn't ignore or outright avoid you, but she wasn't as friendly with you as she had been at first. still, you did absolutely everything you could to impress her at practices. all you wanted was for her to tell you that you were doing a good job, but lucy never really seemed to notice. that was why you started pushing yourself harder and harder.

"bebita has muscles," pina teased as she walked past you in the gym. you felt patri and bruna's arms wrap around your shoulders just seconds later.

"you do know that you're a centerback, not a bodybuilder right?" patri asked you. you brushed it off, continuing to do your reps even with them leaning on you. "you can slow down, mapi might get upset if you take her title of strongest player so soon after joining."

"this is the way to get better. i want to get a start," you told them. pina knew that it as more than that, but she led the other girls away from you. once you were alone again, you let your eyes drift off to lucy, who was training with the other defenders in a group. you didn't feel like one of them, so you always wandered off on your own to do your workouts. occasionally, if you went to do something big, you'd look for alexia, cata, or sandra to spot you if they weren't busy.

unbeknownst to you, pina had been watching you the entire time. she thought that it was sort of sad that you were always on your own. the age difference between you and most of the team was a pretty big obstacle for friendships. occasionally, you'd hang out with vicky, but all you really wanted was lucy's approval.

"alright ladies, recovery time and then we're watching film!" alexia announced loudly. you did one more quick set before you put your weights up. everybody went about their own recovery, and you found yourself running alongside lucy on a treadmil. neither one of you said anything, lucy not even bothering to look up at you.

you knew that she could see you out of her peripherial, so you upped your speed. you were practically sprinting, which was not really helping you recover much at all. lucy didn't mention it as she shut her machine off and made her way in for an ice bath. you weren't allowed to use the ice baths, so you went to the showers instead. you didn't like the cold, so you let the hot water relax the tension in your muscles instead.

"good job today," pina said as she nudged your leg. you glanced up from the laces of your regular shoes to see her smiling down at you. "i don't think that we tell you that enough. you're doing really well, promise me you won't run off to another team. i'd hate to have to play against you."

"thanks claud," you told her. she nodded, standing there awkwardly. you knew what she wanted, but alexia had been pretty strict about the girls not making you feel uncomfortable. they were all very affectionate with each other, but you hadn't really been in an environment like that before. however, you were getting better about accepting things like that, so you stood up and pulled her into a hug.

…

team bonding nights were a bit difficult with you around. they still had their nights out on the town, which you weren't old enough to join in on yet. however, they had also begun to have a lot more movie nights and little watch parties for shows that they could invite you to just as long as it didn't conflict with your school work.

tonight was one of those nights. the team was meeting for dinner at alexia's, which you had already been brought to. you were sitting at the table trying to finish up your last couple of school assignments for the week. alexia, irene, ingrid, and mapi were cooking, but each checked up on you periodically.

"hola," ona greeted as she entered. the team was starting to file in, but none of them had bothered you yet. you waved at ona, but didn't look up from your work. "what are you working on?"

"chemistry," you answered. she could hear the frustration in your voice and truly felt bad for you. you were smart, none of the girls doubted that, but your school work was hard. ona was glad that she had never been placed in such advanced classes because she swore that she would have gone mad.

"good luck," ona said as she pressed a kiss to the top of your head. it took you nearly another 40 minutes to finish up your homework, and in that time, you had gone into alexia's guest room. you were coming out of the room to tell her that you were done when you ran into alexia in the hallway.

"dinner is ready, i was coming to get you," alexia said. you nodded, looking absolutely exhausted. "do you feel okay?"

"yeah, i'm fine," you told her. truthfully, between practice and your work, everything was weighing down on you. you were grateful that your parents were letting you have this sleepover in the middle of the week, glad for the break from your normal routine.

"okay, well, come on, i saved you a seat." alexia put her arm around your shoulders as she led you towards the table. there were two seats open, one next to lucy and the other next to mapi. there was an unspoken rule at alexia's that you weren't allowed to eat your meals next to mapi, so you weren't surprised to be ushered in next to lucy.

"hi!" you greeted the other defender brightly. lucy sort of shrugged you off, just grunting in response. your face fell a little, something that didn't go unnoticed by the rest of the team. claudia was quick to try and cheer you up, but it didn't work. you seemed to be upset and distracted for the rest of the night, even going to bed before the movie was even halfway over.

…

it had hurt, but you finally came to the conclusion that lucy didn't like you. so much of your time felt wasted trying to impress her. nothing that you ever did would be good enough because all lucy saw you as was an insignficant little kid. you weren't her equal, she was being forced to be on your team.

"mr. jona," you said nervously. he glanced up from his computer, surprised to find you standing in his office. he had a meeting soon, one with alexia to figure out good lineups. "c-can i make a request?"

"is something wrong?" he asked. you were much more nervous than he had ever seen you before, and that was saying a lot. your first couple weeks had been a big adjustment, one that you had truly struggled with.

"i don't want to be in the backline. do you think that i could try playing in the midfield today please?" you asked him. there were no doubts that you could do it, but alexia had mentioned pushing you back in positioning so that you could learn from lucy. she knew that all you wanted was to be just like the right back, so jona was a little confused by your request.

"of course, but i can't promise that i can keep you there throughout the season," jona said. you nodded and thanked him for his consideration. you felt a little better going back into the locker room to finish getting ready. at least you had until jona announced that you'd be paired up with ingrid in the midfield for practice.

if there was anybody on the team you had trouble keeping the truth from, it was ingrid. with mapi around, you had a distraction, but one-on-one, ingrid was sure to notice that something was up. you were terrified all practice as you waited for the shoe to drop and her to begin questioning you. however, that time never came, and slowly, you started to relax.

"good practice," ingrid said as she placed her hand on your shoulder. you glanced over towards her, dropping your eyes just slightly to meet hers. "they could put you anywhere and you'd thrive."

"gracias," you thanked her. you felt a little better than you had all pre-season from that. you even managed to momentarily forget about lucy for the day. you had forogtten about the way that she had made you feel small by ignoring you constantly. and that seemed to be your big mistake.

you couldn't always have perfect practices. you were bound to make some mistakes, everybody did. jona liked having you in the midfield, occasionally pushing you forward into an attacking position. that was how you managed to get the ball at your feet during a scrimmage. you were sprinting down the line, and lucy came in at your side to get the ball from you.

"what the fuck!" it had been an accident, an honest mistake. irene stepped in between your body and lucy's to protect you from lucy's wrath. you watched the british woman slowly get up to her feet, obviously favoring her knee. "are you stupid?"

"lucy-," ona warned, only to be cut off. lucy shoved irene aside as she zeroed in on you.

"are you trying to end my career or do you just like playing dangerously? maybe you should go to arsenal, i'm sure that you could learn a lot from mccabe. she likes attention, so you can follow her around too. injuring me won't suddenly free all my time up to babysit you, understood?" lucy's words cut deep. your jaw fell open, but you quickly snapped it shut when all of that hurt turned into anger. you weren't quite sure what you wanted to do, so you just shoved lucy back as hard as you could and ran away.

"sure, run like the big fucking baby that you are!" lucy shouted after you. at her words, you started to run a little faster. everybody on the pitch was silent, but lucy could feel their disapproving stares on her as she hobbled off of the field. she went straight to the trainer's to get some ice for her knee, which was hurting worse than it had in a long time.

"what the hell is wrong with you?" of all the people that lucy expected to come after her for yelling at you like that, it wasn't ona. lucy knew that the two of you weren't particularly close at all. "how could you say those things to (y/n)?"

"don't tell me that you jumped on the precious baby train with (y/n) too. she could have ended my career knocking into me like that," lucy said. ona softened a little at the realization that lucy was just scared and had lashed out, however, that didn't last very long. ona had seen the tears running down your face whenever you ran away.

"she's not even 17 yet lucy, she is practically a baby. and don't you dare act like what you just did was mature. that girl worshipped you when she got here, now you're lucky if she even wants to play in barcelona anymore," ona said. she jabbed lucy in the chest, knocking lucy back a little. "what is your issue with her?"

"you saw her out there!" lucy huffed.

"yes, i saw you run into her. this wasn't her fault lucy, it's yours. now, go and apologize. fix this quickly because this is the only time i'll be nice about it."

…

"(y/n)," lucy said softly. she approached you slowly, careful to keep some space in between the two of you as she sat on the bench next to you. "i'm sorry for snapping at you earlier. i didn't mean it."

"yes you did. it's how you've felt since i arrived here. you just finally had an excuse to let it all out," you muttered angrily. "don't worry, i don't want anything to do with you anymore, i promise."

"(y/n), please-," lucy tried.

"no, dont! you obviously meant it lucy. i have tried to get your attention since i got here because all i've ever wanted was to play next to you. you were my hero, the whole reason that i worked so hard to get here. now i wish that i had never been signed to this club with you!" you shot up from your seat, grabbing your things as you stormed out of the locker room.

"(y/n)." ingrid and alexia followed you out to the parking lot. you were prepared to brush right past them and attempt to walk the five or so miles back to your house. instead, you were stopped by alexia's hand on the back of your neck. "stop it. would you like me to take you home, bebita?"

"yes please," you asked. alexia put her arm around your shoulders as she guided you outside. you had never seemed so small to her before, but lucy had broken you down until you were absolutely miniscule. alexia didn't know if she would be able to fix things, but she hoped that you would end up okay by the end of the season.

[lalunanymph]

RIN ITOSHI AND DOWN BAD!!!

𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐃 [*ੈ✩‧₊˚ dawn.🕹️ ttpd]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ one breakdown. a sudden realization.

I’m staying at my parents’ tonight. Don’t call me. 

9 hours ago. That was Rin’s last message to you. 

The sky above was turning, grey clouds lingering on the horizon like the thickening of a warning smog. Growing up on this side of town, the smell of asphalt assaulting your nose was a constant, and it mingles with the carnage of your writhing emotions.

Picking up your pace, you try to leave the thought of Rin behind in the dust.

Taking the stairs two at a time, you reach the double glass doors, pushing it aside to be surrounded by the smell of iron, sweat and bleach. 

A run would be the best thing for your mind.

Booting up the treadmill, you stretch across the bars, unloosening the knots in your back; giving your glutes a tight squeeze with alternative leg lift ups. 

The pounding of your running shoe-clad feet on the belt filled your mind with white noise—the music blaring from your earphones helping to drown out the pain clawing its way through your chest.

But, no matter how much you tried to move forward, you could never forget. 

The greasy sensation lingering heavily in your bones heaves and twists, a child in the corner begging for mom to turn and acknowledge it. Throwing plates shattering to the floor; fingerprints drenched in blood red of neglect streaking across pristine white walls.

You lean forward, slamming the pause button. Almost flying off the treadmill, grab the handles and double down, clutching your torso, sweat and tears stinging down your cheeks. 

There was no one to watch your breakdown, the clock showing 2 in the morning; flashing 24-hour neon sign at the doorway blinking apathetically in your teary vision. 

For a long moment, you stayed down on the ground, sniffling quietly.

Once the tears dried up, you picked up your phone, checking your messages. 

Predictably (even if it made your stomach fall to your feet), Rin hadn’t texted you. You stared at his name, at his photo—his pretty teal eyes half-closed, disgruntled shade of amusement at your surprise kiss on his cheek as you ambushed him with this photo.

Never would you have anticipated he would make it his main contact picture.

Loving Rin existed in shades of grey and fractions of light which you tend to miss if you didn’t look fast enough. A fond look, a secret smile.

You missed his every fleeting show of affection. 

But, how long could something so perfect be kept behind the scenes without deteriorating from a lack of light and affection?

I can’t believe you would think I was cheating on you because of some rumour, he seethes from the couch. I come back home to you, don’t I? You’re being too fucking sensitive and unreasonable. If you hate me, you can say it right to my face rather than making this more difficult for me. You’re such a hassle. I’m leaving.

Barely giving you time to take back your words or give your pain more breathing ground for understanding. 

Rin took his keys, wallet and half of your heart out of your shared apartment’s door; unwittingly breaking your entire trust in him in a fell swoop.

You blinked the moisture from your eyes, staring at the carpeted floor. 

Your phone vibrated, and you rubbed your eyes, reading his message over and over again.

I’m sorry. I hate fighting with you. I’m on my way back home. Can we talk? 

You stare at your phone; outside at the inky sky unleashing a deluge of rain which splatters across the high windows. Rin was never this persistent unless he knew he had fucked up big time.

Baby? Are you there? Can we talk? 

The vibration of an incoming call. Without thinking it through, you declined the call. 

If he wanted to tell you what's on his mind, he could do it face-to-face.

(Did you even want to see him again?)

Hey, I know you’re angry at me, but at least let’s talk this out. I know the season’s been hard on both of us. I don’t want us to end like this. 

You read his texts silently, not responding. 

Another call. Another tap of the red button. 

Baby, stop ignoring me. I was stupid with my words. I said some really stupid stuff. Don’t be angry anymore and let’s talk this out.

The pitter pattering of rain fills your mind with static, keeping you on a loop of his last words and the ones you can’t seem to focus on the smeared screen. 

Mechanically, you read through his text, seeing the chat bubble disappear and reappear—never did three dots make you feel close enough to have a stroke. 

Your baited breath follows on the tail of his next message:

I still love you. I love us. I’m so sorry.

A wave of loss overtakes you, the next message you type out with shaky fingers sent straight into the void—blue speech bubbles turning grey once you begin the process of removing Rin bit by bit from your life; clicking on the ‘block’ button to refuse these crumbs of affection you couldn’t starve yourself on anymore. 

I’m sorry, too. Please, don’t come home. Goodbye, Rin.

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[mymindcreatedthis]

There’s so much! 18+

Reader x Jenni Hermoso

Word count: 3.5k

Warning: smut, Unprotected sex, Creampies, blow job, throat pie, dirty talk, Jenni begging for readers dick, hair pulling, spanking, R doming Jenni, Jenni receiving, pussy slapping, clit teasing, squirting. Positions: Missonary, Doggy, Reverse Cowgirl.

*Y/n's Pov*

It was Saturday the first week of camp. Jenni and I roommates this camp, all the girls have been super welcoming and nice to me. I toss and turn, tomorrow we had our first training session and I was nervous.

I couldn't sleep I kept tossing and turning. I sigh and give up on sleeping, I turn and look at the time.

6:30 am

I groan, I get out of bed. Jenni was still sleeping. I smile, she looked so peaceful while sleeping. I put on my gym shoes, I grab my phone, headphones and keycard and quietly leave the room and go down to the gym.

I put my headphones on, I jump on the treadmill. I turn on music and start jogging on the treadmill. I do 45 minutes on the treadmill and then switch over to weight lifting.

I start bench pressing, next thing I know Alexia is standing above me and spotting me as I bench press.

She smiles, she takes off my headphones. "Hey love. Shouldn't be bench pressing without a spotter. What's up?"

"Hey Alexia. Couldn't sleep." I say.

"Everything okay?" Alexia asks concerned.

"Nerves." I say.

Alexia helps me wrack the weight. She sits on my lap, me and her are best friends and she helped me get here on the team I owe her my life.

"What's wrong love?" She asks.

"We haven't done training yet. I'm really nervous about the training tomorrow." I confess.

"Hey hey." Alexia makes me look at her. "You are an amazing player, you are gifted and talented. I knew what I was doing when I told coach about you." Alexia says.

I smile and nod. "And I can't thank you enough."

"You don't have to thank me Y/n. You're my best friend, I'd do anything for you. I'll take care of you." Alexia says.

I smile. "I know you will."

"Finish working out and go back to your room. Jenni is worried about you, she was texting me when she didn't find you when she woke up." Alexia says.

I nod. "What time is it?"

"8:15." Alexia says.

She gets off my lap. She kisses my head and leaves the room. I finish working out and then head back up to mine and Jenni's room.

I unlock the door and go in. I close the door behind me and lock it, I turn and smirk and when I see Jenni asleep and touching herself.

I smirk when I hear her moan my name. I take off my shoes, I set my phone, headphones and keycard off to the side. I get an idea, I take off my shorts and boxers and toss them off to the side.

I take off my shirt and sports bra and litter them on the ground next to the bed. I join Jenni in her bed and lay between her legs.

I slide her panties down her legs and toss them off to the side. I kiss and suck on her thighs leaving hickys. Jenni moans as I do this and pushes my head to where she needs me the most.

I lick her folds. Jenni gasps and moans. "Mmm fuck."

I spit on her pussy, I slip in a finger and slowly finger her as I begin to eat her out. Jenni moans and roughly massages her boobs as I eat her out.

*Jenni's pov*

I moan in pleasure when I feel someone eating me out, I'm shocked when I see Y/n naked laying in between my legs and eating me out.

"Y-Y/n w-what are you doing?" I moan.

Y/n fingers me. "Mmm helping you out baby. You were having a wet dream and touching yourself when I came back."

I blush darkly. I bite my lip and moan, I run my fingers through her hair. I hold eye contact with her as she goes to town on my pussy, I moan as she slips in a second finger and fingers me faster.

"Mmm fuck Y/n right there" I moan.

I grip the sheets and grind against her face and fingers desperately for a release. I gasp and moan as she sucks harshly on my clit, she curls her fingers and fingers me faster.

I moan loudly in pleasure. I rest my legs on her shoulders and wrap my thighs around her head. Y/n locks eyes with me as she continues to eat me out. My chest rises and falls rapidly, my stomach begins to clench and flex at each movement of her tongue.

"Shit, Y/n baby I'm close." I moan loudly in pleasure.

Y/n continues to go to town on my pussy and fingering me faster as she eats me out. I grind against her face and fingers, the urge to cum was getting stronger. I moan loudly in pleasure as I feel that all to familiar knot forming in my stomach.

"Fuck.... Y/n fuck just like that!" I shout in pleasure.

Y/n Continues to eat me out. She slips in a third finger, and continues to finger me. Fuck I don't think I'll last much longer. This felt amazing I was gonna Cum and it's only been 10 minutes.

I can't take it anymore. I shout her name and break eye contact with her, I Throw my head back. My mouth hangs open I grip the sheets with one fist and hold her hair tight with my other fist. I moan and let go and cum all over her face, in her mouth, on her fingers.

Y/n helps me ride out my high, she licks and cleans up my sticky mess. She slowly pulls her fingers out of me, I moan as I watch her lick and suck my juices off her fingers.

"Mmm tasty." She says.

I blush darkly. "Fuck you really know how to eat pussy."

Y/n giggles and cutely shrugs. "I didn't know what you were into so I was just sorta winging it."

I smile, I pull her up towards me and kiss her deeply. I moan in the kiss as I taste myself on her lips. Fuck she wasn't lying I do taste amazing.

I blush darkly and bite my lip as I feel her tip rub and tease my folds. "Mmm just put it in me."

"Are you sure babe? I don't have a condom." Y/n says.

"Yes, I'm sure. I'm on a pill baby." I say.

She lays me down in missionary, I smile as she hovers over me. "Mmm I can get use to you being below me." I smile and shake my head and kiss her.

"Shut up you dork." I giggle.

"You're so beautiful baby girl." Y/n says.

I smile. "So are you." I smile, and look back at her and get lost in her beautiful blue eyes. Y/n was drop dead gorgeous she had sexy tattoos, beautiful blue eyes and blonde hair. Not gonna lie she was 100% my type.

*Y/n's pov*

I smile, I run my dick through her folds and slowly slide my dick inside her. We both moan in pleasure, her walls clench around my dick.

"Mm fuck babe you're so wet and tight." I moan.

"Shit you feel huge inside me." Jenni moans.

I wrap my arms around her, I hover over her as I slowly thrust in and out of her. Jenni moans, she wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me closer and holds me against her.

This makes me go deeper inside her, we both moan. "F-Fuck babe you're really deep in there."

"I'm gonna pump my cum deep inside you." I moan.

I pick up the pace and thrust in and out of her a bit faster. My balls slapping against her skin as our moans fill the room.

"Yea daddy, pump me full of your cum." Jenni moans.

I smirk, I pound her pussy a bit faster and harder. Jenni moans loudly in pleasure.

"Fuck it feels so good." I moan, I go faster and harder.

"Mmm I feel so full with you inside me." Jenni moans.

Jenni lays there moaning loudly in pleasure, her eyes roll to the back of her head as I continue to fuck the daylights out of her.

"Fuck....fuck....fuck." Jenni squeaks out with each thrust.

My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room. Fuck I don't think I can't pull out in time.

"Where do you want me to cum love?" I ask.

"Don't pull out, cum inside me." Jenni moans.

"Are you sure baby?" I ask.

"Yes I'm sure." She says moaning.

I moan and go faster than before. Jenni moans loudly she wraps her arms around me.

"F-Fuck." Jenni moans loudly in pleasure.

"Like that baby? Daddy's dick deep inside you stretching you out." I tease her as I pound her pussy a bit faster and harder.

"Fuck yes, daddy I love it so much." Jenni moans with each thrust.

I go at an angle and start to hit her g spot, Jenni screams in pleasure. She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me down and kisses me.

We both moan in the kiss as I pound her g spot at an angle. Jenni moans and rests her head against mine.

"Fuck I'm gonna squirt." Jenni moans.

I smirk, I go at an angle and pound her g spot faster and harder. Our moans filling the room as my balls slap against her skin.

"Ahh I'm close." I moan.

Jenni moans loudly in pleasure and squirts all over my abs, my dick and all over the bed. I pick up the pace and go faster and harder.

"Fuck I'm close daddy, I'm gonna cum." Jenni moans.

"Me too." I moan.

"Yes daddy, pump me full of your cum." Jenni moans.

I moan and go faster and harder than before. Me and Jenni moaning loudly in pleasure, I moan as I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls.

Creampie #1:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her. Jenni moans and cums all over my dick, we both moan in pleasure as I continue to shoot ropes of thick sticky cum inside her and paint her walls white.

I help Jenni ride out her high. Once me and Jenni come down from our highs, I slowly pull out of her.

Cum oozes out of her pussy and drips down her thighs and onto the bed. I smile, I lean and kiss her deeply.

"Fuck that was amazing." Jenni moans.

I giggle, I smirk and get an idea I move Jenni to the middle of the bed and put her in doggy position. Jenni giggles and shakes her ass.

I bite my lip, and check out her ass as she shakes it. I smirk, I get up and get behind her.

I slap her ass, Jenni moans and jumps as I slap her ass.

"Fuck daddy I love when you spank me." Jenni moans.

She moans as I slap her ass again. I smirk and rub my dick through her cum filled pussy.

"Such a good slut." I moan as I slide my dick back inside her cum filled pussy.

We both moan, I place my hand on her hip. I grab her hair with my other hand I wrap her hair around my hand. I slowly thrust in and out of her as I pull her hair.

"Fuck....fuck....fuck." Jenni squeaks out with each thrust.

"Like that baby? Daddy's dick deep inside you stretching you out?" I ask teasing her.

Jenni moans and nods. "Fuck yes, I love your dick deep inside me stretching me out."

Jenni moans and throws her ass back against me as I continue to fuck her cum filled pussy faster and faster as I pull her hair.

I pull her close to me. We both moan as this causes my dick to go a bit deeper inside her. Shit this is so good I'm balls deep inside her.

"Shit I don't think I'll last long babe. Ugh your grip is amazing." I moan loudly in pleasure.

Jenni giggles and moans throwing her ass against me sliding back and forth on my dick faster helping me out.

"I guess I should help you out and make you cum deep inside me huh?" Jenni moans.

I moan loudly as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. Fuck her pussy was tight and warm and felt like heaven.

"Mmm I'm close." I moan.

"Ugh shit....me too." Jenni moans.

I moan loudly my balls slapping against her skin as our moans fill the room. I moan loudly in plans her walls clench around my dick.

Jenni throws her ass back against me as she slides back and forth on my dick faster and faster. Fuck shes really gonna make me cum.

"Ahh Jenni baby I'm close." I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer.

Jenni moans and goes faster and harder. I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming.

Jenni screams in pleasure and squirts again. Jenni squirts all over my dick, and on the bed sheets.

"Baby, I'm really close." I moan.

I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls as Jenni goes faster and faster.

Creampie #2:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her. Jenni moans and cums all over my dick. We both moan as I shoot ropes of thick sticky cum deep inside her painting her walls white.

"Fuck I feel so full." Jenni moans.

I smirk, I help Jenni ride out her high. Once we both come down from our highs, I slowly pull out of her. Cum oozes out of her and glazes her folds and drips down her thighs and onto the bed.

I slap her ass again. Jenni moans as I slap her ass, I lean down and kisses her ass. I spread her ass cheeks and lick some of my cum up as it oozes out of her pussy.

Jenni moans as I do this, I squeeze her ass cheeks a bit rougher as I continue to lick my oozing cum off her folds. “Gah fuck Y/n.”

I wrap my arms around her and pull her back with me, I lay her on top of me, her back against my tits. I spread her legs with mine. I smirk as she’s now in reverse cowgirl.

Jenni moans and shudders as I rub her clit with my dick. “Mmm fuck.” She moans. I smirk as her legs shake and buckle in pleasure as I do this.

“Put it back in. Put it back in daddy.” Jenni cutely begs.

“Mmm yeah slut? You want daddy’s dick back inside you?” I ask teasing her.

“Mmm fuck please daddy, Ive been such a good girl. I’m such a slut for your dick and cum. Please I want more.” Jenni says.

I smirk and grant her wish. I slide my dick back inside her, Jenni moans as she takes my 11 inches back deep inside her. I moan as her walls immediately clench around me.

Jenni moans and leans back against me as my dick is back inside her cum filled pussy. I place my hands on her hips, I spread her legs a bit more with mine and slowly thrust up into her pussy.

“Mmm fuck, right there. Ugh just like that.” Jenni moans.

I moan in pleasure and thrust up into her faster. My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room, fuck her pussy felt so good. She had amazing grip, her pussy felt like heaven. Mmm so Wet and warm.

“Fuck baby you’re so tight and warm.” I moan.

I thrust up into her faster and harder. Jenni screams in pleasure and grips the sheets, I make her look at me and make out with her. We both moan in the kiss as I continue to bottom out in her pussy.

We break the kiss, we rest our heads against each other’s. “Feels so good. Don’t you dare fucking stop, don’t you dare stop. we aren’t stopping until you give me every last drop of cum.”

I smirk. “Yeah slut? You want more, such a naughty girl.”

We both moan as I thrust up into her pussy faster and harder. “Fuck, I’m gonna squirt!” Jenni screams in pleasure

I smirk, I slap and tease her clit. Jenni moans and shudders as I do this, Jenni moans loudly in pleasure and squirts. I smirk as I feel some of her juices go on my thigh. She squirts on the blankets and sheets.

We both moan, I continue to thrust up into her faster and harder. I moan as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. “J-Jenni baby I’m close.” I moan.

“Me too. Don’t stop don’t stop.” Jenni moans.

My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room. I rub her clit with my thumb at a fast pace. My breathing gets heavier letting Jenni know that I was close to cumming.

“Yes cum in me, cum in me.” Jenni moans.

I moan loudly In pleasure as I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls.

Creampie #3:

I can’t take it anymore, I thrust up into her and bust my load deep inside her. Jenni moans and cums all over my dick. We both moan as cum oozes and spurts inside her painting her walls white.

I slowly thrust up into Jenni. I help Jenni ride out her high. I slowly thrust up into her as the last of my cum oozes and spurts inside her.

I moan and slowly pull out of her, my dick falls limp. Cum immediately pours out of her. Cum coats her folds and drips onto the blankets and sheets.

“Mmm fuck there’s so much. I feel so full With your cum inside me.” Jenni moans.

I smirk. “Good, hehe I stuffed you full.” I say rubbing her sensitive clit.

Jenni moans and shudders as I do this. “Daddy?”

I smirk at her nickname for me. “Yeah baby?”

“Can I give you head and then we can shower together?” Jenni asks.

I nod, and smile. “Mmm yes please.”

Jenni giggles. She gets off the bed and pulls me to the edge of the bed, I giggle as she does this. I bite my lip and watch as she gets on her knees and kneels between my legs.

I smirk and tap Jenni’s cheek with my dick. Jenni smile and giggles as I do this. Jenni wraps her hand around my dick and slowly strokes my dick.

“Mmm fuck.” I moan.

Jenni giggles and locks eyes with me as she strokes my dick a bit faster. “Feel good baby?”

“Mmm feels so good.” I moan.

Jenni giggles and continues to stroke my dick. Once I’m hard, Jenni takes my dick in her mouth. I moan as Jenni slowly bobs her head. Jenni chokes and gags a bit as the tip of my dick hits the back of her throat.

I moan and Lean back on my elbows. Jenni places her hands on my thighs steadying herself and bobs her head faster.

“Fuck Jenni, right there.” I moan in pleasure.

I run my fingers through her hair and lock eyes with her as she sucks the soul out of my dick. She hums against my dick and bobs her head faster.

I moan, I bite my lip. Fucking hell who knew that Jenni Hermoso was a pro at sucking dick.

“Mmm fuck Jenni. Right there just like that.” I moan in pleasure.

Jenni hums against my dick, she places her hands on my thighs steadying herself as she bobs her head faster.

I moan in pleasure. After 5 more minutes I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls. “J-Jenni baby I’m close.”

Jenni massages my balls, I moan as I feel my balls tighten.

Throatpie:

I can’t take it anymore, I bust my load in her mouth. Jenni chokes and gags a bit as I cum in her mouth. Jenni swallows my load and sucks me dry.

Jenni gets every last drop of cum, my dick falls from her mouth. Jenni smiles, some of my cum drips down her chin as she opens her mouth and shows me a mouth full of cum.

I smile and gently rub her chin. “Swallow my cum.”

Jenni smiles and swallows my load. “Mmm you cum buckets baby.”

Jenni gets up she stands between my legs. I smile and sit up and kiss her, I moan in the kiss as I taste myself on her lips. Jenni smiles, she grabs my hand and pulls me up.

She giggles, she grabs my hand and leads me to the bathroom. “Hurry up baby. Might get lucky and get another round in.” Jenni says.

I smile and squeeze her ass as we walk into the bathroom. Jenni giggles and moans. We turn on the shower and get in, let’s just say we went another round in the shower.

We were definitely gonna get questioned by the team later at dinner but fuck it. It was totally worth it.

[ladykailitha]

The Caged Bird Still Sings Part 5

Hello, hello, hello! And we have completed the set this week! All for stories getting new and beautiful chapters. Though, with WIP Wednesdays spilling into Thursdays, I might change up my posting schedule a bit to accommodate the influx of asks.

But we'll see.

Here we see Steve dealing with a wild Karen or Linda as they were called in the 80s (at least out where I lived). Yep! We've always had a name for busybodies. It's just changed with the times.

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4

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Steve had to throw out the rest of his food, it having gone cold while he was on the phone with Dustin and his mom.

He sighed in annoyance, but it couldn’t be helped. He could hear his mother now, just screaming about all the wasted food and all the starving children in Africa who would have appreciated that meal he just wasted.

Thankfully she was in whatever fresh hell Dad had dragged her off to after he threw him out.

He decided the best thing to do after all that was to go to the gym and run on a treadmill for awhile and just turn off all those dark thoughts swirling in his brain. So he got dressed in cropped swim team t-shirt and a pair of old basketball shorts. He pulled out his favorite sneakers and grabbed his room key.

He got some string and tied it to his wrist so he wouldn’t lose it while he was exercising and not be able to get back into his room. He wasn’t even sure the hotel knew who it was that was actually staying in the room with everything under Eddie’s name.

He made his way to the gym, but as he went through the hotel he noticed people staring at him and not in the fun way.

The women would sneer and the men would look down their noses at him. He tugged on the crop top, a little insecure now. By the time he got the gym he as ready to turn tail and run back to his hotel room.

But he stopped at the glass door to their very state of the art gym. The people inside were all dressed similarly to what he was wearing. He looked back into the hallway and thought about all the other patrons that looked down at him.

Steve squared his shoulders. He was used to this kind of bullshit. He had got from his parents, their friends, and hell even his own friends over the years every time he tried coloring outside of the lines.

Well fuck them. He had every right to be here, same as them. He yanked open the door and got situated on the treadmill nearest to the door, set it to a low speed and began to walk.

Once he got into the rhythm he switched up to a slow jog, then a full on run. He slowed it back down and counted out his heart rate.

“I think you have the wrong time, honey,” this sickeningly sweet voice said from behind him. “The help are only allowed use of the facilities after the guests have gone to bed.”

Steve paused the treadmill and turned around to face her. She was blond woman covered head to toe in pink! Pink tracksuit, pink tennis shoes, pink headband, even pink sunglasses. Though why she needed those, he didn’t know. It wasn’t that bright in here.

“You think I’m staff?” he asked incredulously. “What on earth gave you that idea?”

She looked up and down his body and sniffed in disdain. “The high school phys. ed attire for a start, darling. Then there’s the...” she waved at his body. His very tanned, muscular, lean body. “All of you.”

Steve put his hands on his hips and raised an annoyed eyebrow. “Look, honey,” his emphasis on the last word, throwing it back at her, “you’re probably not from here. But my parents are very rich and you are just some biddy who thinks bullying people is acceptable. Which it really isn’t, no matter what your tax bracket is.” He looked her up and down. “Which judging from the fact your track suit is from two seasons ago? Theirs is bigger than yours.”

The woman sputtered and fumed but Steve just hopped of the treadmill and got a water bottle from the courtesy fridge, downing quickly. He threw it in the trash and without a word or even so much as a backward glance, he strolled out of the gym with his head held high.

God, that felt good.

Of course the only reason he knew it was two years out of date was because his mom bought one then, wore it once, and then threw it in the back of her closet never to be seen again. Which, he thought with a huff, was probably what she wanted to do with him, if he was honest.

He got up to his hotel room and untied the key from his wrist to unlock his door. He stepped into the cool sanctuary of the black marble and brass fittings. It wasn’t a style he would pick out for himself, but there was something about the black and brass that reminded him of Eddie in a way. Dark and bright at the same time.

Steve spotted the package right off the bat this time. He walked over to the black gift bag and took over to the sofa. He opened it to find a box of chocolate raspberry truffles, a small jewelry box, and a nice black wallet.

He opened the chocolates first and took a bite. The tart of the raspberry hit his tongue first and then richness of dark chocolate. Fuck they were good. Steve forced himself to just eat the one. Otherwise the whole box would be gone in an instant.

He pulled out the wallet next. It had cash as well as shiny black credit card in his name. Well, he supposed since Eddie was loading cash on it, it was more like a debit card, but still it was black. Not even his parents had a black card. He could spend whatever he wanted and Eddie would pay for it.

Not that he would. God no. But Christ, he could, he absolutely could. He ran his fingers over the shiny surface in awe. Then he counted the money and he closed his eyes. There was about a thousand dollars in there. Five crisp one hundreds, ten crisp twenties, twenty tens, and twenty fives. The wallet could barely close it was so stuffed.

Steve could not spend the money and Eddie would never know. He could barely use the card, but Eddie would know that and be concerned why he wasn’t getting everything he needed and send more money. Plus, Steve had a pretty good idea what the smaller bills were for anyway. Tipping. The wait staff, housekeeping. Things that were polite to do when other people were doing everything for you.

It also meant that if he wanted to he could go out a buy booze if he ever just wanted a beer. Because it was within the bounds of Eddie’s rule. Don’t use the card to buy booze, no mention of his cash, so...

Steve set the wallet aside and made sure to remember to call down to the front desk for the combination to the room safe. He knew there was one. Especially in a place like this. He pulled out the little white jewelry box and opened it. Inside set in gold was a little bird pendant on a gold chain. Steve held it up to the light and marveled at it as it spun, glinting in the light.

He put the necklace on and continued to marvel at it on his neck. It was beautiful. He set the rest of it aside and bounced up. He flopped on the bed and picked up the phone, dialing Eddie’s number.

“Hello?” an unfamiliar voice answered.

“Oh!” Steve cried. He never expected someone else to answer the phone. “It’s Steve, I’m calling for Eddie.”

“Oh, shit!” the voice said. “I thought it was my phone that was ringing. Sorry, man. I’ll get him for you.”

A moment later Eddie was on the line. “Little Canary, if you only call me when I send you pretty gifts, I’m going to have to up my game and send them more often.”

“Oh!” Steve cried again. “Sorry about that. Everything has been happening all at once. I was going to call you when I got back from the gym, but I saw your gift first.”

“It’s alright, sweetheart,” Eddie soothed. “I was only mostly teasing.”

Steve laughed and shook his head. “But everything was amazing by the way. Those chocolates were to die for and I really loved the necklace.”

“No mention of the wallet I see,” Eddie said with a chuckle. “I can stop sending you money if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“Oh, no,” Steve said in a rush, “I am a little uncomfortable with it, but more because I don’t have a safe place to keep it right now then because you gave it to me. I appreciate the money to be able to start tipping the staff.”

“That’s a relief,” Eddie said. “I was worried I might be overstepping with the cash. I’m glad it all shook out okay. So tell me about the gym. You’ll never catch me in one and I’m curious.”

Steve told him all about the trip down and the bitch on top of how great the gym was.

“That bitch,” Eddie agreed when he was done. “She was jealous on how good you look, baby.”

“Of that I have no doubt,” Steve agreed. “The way she turned purple when I told her her outfit was out of fashion was just the icing on the cake.”

Eddie hummed and went on to talk about how the last two days were back to back concerts and how tired he was.

“You’re taking care of yourself, too?” Steve asked. “You want to take care of me, but who’s taking care of you?”

Eddie’s smile could be felt through the line when he said, “My band. There’s Gareth, who answered the phone. He’s our drummer, then there’s Jeff, he’s rhythm guitar and lead vocals–”

“What’s rhythm guitar?” Steve asked. “Is it a different instrument?”

“No,” Eddie explained, “but I can see why you might think that.” Then he went on to explain what it meant and why Eddie was lead guitar and backup vocals. “I can sing fine, but Jeff? He’s got a real talent for it. Gives us a unique edge. And then the last and certainly not the least is Brian who’s on bass.”

“First base?” Steve teased.

“What’s that, sweetheart?”

Steve snickered. “Who’s on first? That old timey comedy sketch about baseball?”

He could hear Eddie snap his fingers. “That’s right. Wrong kind of bass though. And it is a separate instrument, but not to be confused with a upright bass. Which are those weird, big violin looking thingies.” He went on to describe the differences between a bass and a guitar.

“Oh it’s like a violin and a viola,” Steve said, “they may look similar but they aren’t the same.”

Then it was Eddie’s turn to be confused, so Steve explained.

“See, little Canary,” Eddie said after he was done. “You’re plenty smart. And sadly I have to go. But I want you to call me more often, okay?”

“Aye, aye!” Steve said with a jaunty salute.

“You menace,” Eddie huffed fondly. “Bye, Stevie.”

“Bye, Eddie.”

After they hung up Steve picked up the pendant and looked at it again. A little canary. Well then.

He got up and decided that it was time for lunch and maybe pay his cousin a little visit. He needed news. News only Monty could provide.

~

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[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

Rindou hcs👐

Ok these are the ones I have for him!

Knows how to perfectly braid hair, he's been forced to do Ran's before when he was too sleepy to do it himself.

Secretly competes with people a lot, if he's on a treadmill then he'll try to out run others who are next to him.

Has hidden Ran's baton as a way to mess with him before 

Craves a hug a lot but has no one to ask, not without being ridiculed for it.

Has a personalised water bottle which he takes with him to the gym

He's one of those shoe guys, where he owns lots and lots of trainers, takes the time to clean them too.

Wants a dog 

Sometimes he enters into jujitsu tournaments but not for the prize or to practise, just because he likes having all the attention for once.

Isn't very good at team sports and actively tried to avoid them in school

Was the first one to come up with the tattoo idea, though Ran was the one with the matching idea.

Everytime Ran goes to the salon, Rindou blasts music throughout the house while he's gone.

The reason their house is so messy is because Rindou refuses to always be the one to clean (both of them are too stubborn to clean first)

Likes strawberry flavoured things best

Always says he doesn't want kids but changes his mind in the future either when his partner suggests it or he finds out they already are. Actually comes to like the idea.

Got injured during his very first fight because he didn't remove his glasses before. (They broke and the glass cut him) He's always careful to remove them first now.

Once he gets a partner he likes to surprise them with small gifts, will bring flowers when he sees them etc

Eventually got over his "training session" with Kakucho and invited Kakucho to come to the gym with him instead.

Likes to do morning stretches on their balcony 

Likes cologne and takes pride in choosing the nicest scents

Had a teddy bear as a kid that he was super attached to, so attached that he still has it (it's hidden in his room). Ran still teases him about it.

Gets very enthusiastic about his music and film collection, when he gets a new friend or partner he happily spends a lot of time showing them everything.

[mothdruid]

First Session

synopsis.

your first session at Gym Bloom has come. and the first trainer you get to meet? everyone's favorite and the beloved, Jake S.

pairing.

jake 'hangman' seresin x afab!reader

word count.

4k

warnings.

this is an 18+ work, minors buzz off. smut, protected penetrative sex, vaginal fingering, a sex gym (so maybe paying for sex?), fucking your trainer

author's note.

it's here!! the first gym bloom one-shot! i hope you all love it!

“Wait, so your first session is today?” Steph sounded surprised.

“Yeah,” you pulled a purple sports bra from your dresser, “why?”

“Oh my god, who is your first trainer?”

You rolled your eyes at Steph's eagerness. Ever since getting you to join this gym she has been eager. She wanted to know everything, even though you barely knew yourself. All you knew was that they used sex to workout at this gym. Steph knew that too, she was to one who referred you. Which is how you knew it was safe, referral only. You could only sign up if you got a referral from someone you knew. And from your understanding, not everyone was actually allowed to refer people to sign up. So, you were counting yourself lucky to even be a part of this at all.

“I’m not sure, let me put my bra on and then I’ll look at the email.”

First you tapped your speaker phone on, then wrestled your sports bra on over your head. After checking to make sure that your sports bra and legging combo looked okay, you grabbed your phone. Steph was going on and on about a few different trainers. A Mickey, a Bob, a Nat, and others that you eventually tuned out for now. You went to your starred emails, clicking the one at the very top. You skimmed over the email, eventually finding the name.

“It’s Jake S,” eyeing the rest of the email, confirming the other general information of your session. You squinted as you noticed two lock codes.

“No way! How did you get so lucky?” Steph's tone had you pulling the phone back from you a little farther.

“Steph, calm down.”

“No, you don’t get it. That’s one of Blooms best trainers, a real treat if you ask me, or at least that’s what I’ve heard. I’ve actually never trained with him before.”

Oh?

“Never?” You questioned with a playful tone.

“Never.” Steph sing-songed back to you.

A smirk formed on your face.

“Well, I’ll make sure to update you about it,” you turned your speaker phone off, slipping the phone between your cheek and should as you head to the front door.

“Please do, I will have to know everything about it.”

“Oh, Steph, gross,” you slipped your tennis shoes on, not bothering to untie them first.

“What? I’m a woman, I have needs, and this need just happens to be knowing what Jake’s di-”

“Nope, Nope, I’m hanging up now!” You hung up quickly, not wanting to hear the rest of Steph's words.

After tracking down a baggy zip up hoodie, zipping it up only half way. You found your small side bag, checking to make sure your keys and wallet were in there. After you doubled checked, you grab your keys from your bag and slip your phone in your hoodie pocket. You locked your apartment door then headed down the stairs of your building. The place wasn’t fair from your apartment, maybe a fifteen minute walk on a bad day.

When you got to the building, you double checked the address after not seeing any obvious branding outside. After deciding it was indeed the correct building, you punched in the first code. A delightful chime played, signaling it was the correct code and unlocked. The hallway was short, but you noticed another keypad on the next door. You got another delightful chime after putting in the second code, finally letting you into the gym.

It was a very welcoming space. Bright colors complimented by neutrals to even it all out. There were ellipticals, treadmills, bikes, and many other machines neatly placed throughout the main open area. There were people using the machines, some others were chit chatting happily. There was a section of the gym that had a lot of doors, two closed and three open. You assumed those were the ‘training’ rooms.

“Hello!”

There was a gorgeous woman behind a short counter greeting you. Her skin was tan, dark brown hair pulled into a loose low ponytail. She had a matching pastel pink legging and sports bra set on. Your heart fluttered a little bit when she smiled at you. It was as if an angel was gracing you with their presence.

“Hi,” you awkwardly said.

“Do you have a session today?” She asked.

“Yeah, a two forty-five with Jake S.”

“You must be the new client,” she offered her hand out over the counter, “my name is Natasha. I’m one of the other trainers here.”

“Thank you, I’m glad to meet you,” you shook her hand, trying to match her smile and energy.

“So, I’ll check you in so Jake knows you’re here. For now you can go get a little bit of a warm up on a treadmill or elliptical, whatever you prefer. There are also locker rooms before the Bloom Rooms. Jake will come get you when he is ready.” Natasha smiled, marking something in the computer before looking back up at you.

“Okay, thank you,” you hated how awkward you were being.

“It’s my pleasure,” a sultry tone was laced into her words.

Heat flared in your cheeks. You nodded then turned, briskly walking towards the locker rooms. After entering the female locker room, you quickly placed your bag and hoodie into a locker. You kept your phone in the pocket of your leggings, not wanting to be completely bare without it. You found your way back to a treadmill, starting it up at a low pace. It was maybe five minutes before someone came up next to you, tapping your shoulder to grab your attention.

He looked like a living ken doll. Square jaw, blonde hair, green eyes, and fucking built. If this was the magical Jake S, you now understood what Steph was going on about. His biceps were hard to ignore, every minuscule movement noticeable. The black sleeveless shirt was hugging his torso and abdomen, not leaving anything to the imagination. You stopped your eyes from traveling lower, wanting to leave at least something to the imagination. At least for the time being.

“Nat says you’re my new client.”

A Texan drawl? Could he get anymore intoxicating?

“That’s me,” you hit the stop button, coming to a slow stop.

Jake came around the side to met you when you got off the treadmill. He offered you his hand for the small step down. It was surprising how soft his hand were despite the callous’.

“Let’s get headed to a room, I’ll explain more in there.” Jake said. His hand let go of yours, finding the small of your back as you headed to the room. He directed you into one of the ‘Bloom Rooms’.

The walls were covered in a soft pink color with forest green floral. One wall was an entire mirror, a rail for balance along the entire mirror. There were balance balls, cubes, wedges, a Bosu ball, and many other items along the wall. A nice dresser was along the same wall, a nice vase with flowers sat on top. You watched Jake close the door in the reflection of the mirror.

“So, how does this,” you motioned around the room, “work?”

“Well, I’ll direct you on what to do. Positions, reps, stretches, all the technical stuff.” Jake explained it so plainly, making you wonder if there was a catch.

“What do I do then? Besides listen and get fucked?”

“Oh no, sweetheart. I’m not goin’ to fuck you, you’re goin’ to fuck me.”

A smile was plastered on his face. Heat encapsulated your entire body, every nerve ending on fire from his words. No wonder he was a favorite, especially with this demeanor. You shifted your weight on your feet, crossing your arms before speaking.

“What’s the plan?”

“Well, today is going to be a leg day. You will be riding me in a squat-like position, working your glutes, quads, hamstrings, along with many other muscle groups. Since it’s your first workout here, I won’t make it too intense. But that’ll also depend on how much you can take.”

“How much I can take?” You asked in a surprised tone.

“Yes,” Jake brought a hand to the back of his neck, “everyone is different.” Jake stared at you for a moment, then clapped his hands together and took a few steps forward. “Let’s get started with some stretching.”

Jake strode over towards the wall with many items, retrieving some yoga mats, one for the both of you. You met in the middle of the room, taking the mat from him. You two laid your mats out, leaving a decent space in between them. You watched as Jake toed his shoes off, following suit before sitting on your mat.

“On your back, I’ll help you stretch.”

You nodded, laying on your back and watching Jake move towards you. His green eyes were raking over you, observing all of your movements. Jake had you prop your knees up. The soles of your feet were flat on the mat, Jake’s thumb hooked underneath your knees. His eyes were locked with yours, gaze not wavering.

“Let me know if anything is too much or not okay.”

You nodded.

Jake started to ease your knees towards your chest, folding you in half. You could feel the backs of your thighs and glutes being stretched. Jake’s body was impossibly close to yours already, his crotch was almost pressed to your ass. Heat was radiating from his body, covering yours entirely. Your knees were practically pressed into your chest, cheeks hot, his gaze making you burn.

“Is it okay if I open your legs up?” His grip on the back of your thighs was making it hard to focus.

“I- yeah, that’s okay.”

Jake nodded, hands adjusting to under your knees. His gently eased your legs out, keeping them bent at the knee. You brought a hand up to your mouth, pressing the back of it against your lips. It had become so sensual so quick. His crotch was now unbelievably close to your clothed cunt. All he would have to do is roll his hips and he would be pressing against you.

“I’m goin’ to move one leg up to stretch your calf,” he informed you.

You nodded, relaxing all the muscles in your legs. His right hand moved to the ankle of your left leg, extending it up inch by inch. You could feel all the muscles along the back of your leg stretch. He placed your ankle on his shoulder, keeping your leg propped up. The stretch felt euphoric along the back of your leg. An audible gasp escaped you, catching Jake’s attention.

“Feel good?” His voice had dropped a little this time.

“Yeah,” it almost came out as a whimper.

After a moment with one leg propped up, he switched to your other leg. A thin layer of sweat was already starting to form on you. It was hard to avoid with Jake being this close to you, practically folding you in half with his body. His firm muscles pressing onto your own, his weight barring down on you more and more. Not after long he released both legs, guiding them down on either side of him.

“Let’s get your back next,” he said while moving back to his own mat.

You sat up, following his movements. He got on his hands and knees, pushing his back out then letting it drop into an arch. You mimicked the movements, muscles in your back alternating between taut and loose.

“Nice, right?” Jake looked over at you, a smile on his lips.

“Yeah, never realized what all these motions stretched.” You added.

“Everything stretches something. You’d be surprised at what all sex stretches out,” his smile turned into a cheeky smirk.

“Well,” you hesitated for a moment, “I’m excited I get to find out.”

Jake showed you a few more stretches, legs primarily. Soon the two of you were sat across from each other. You were waiting patiently for what was next to come, a tinge of excitement running through you. Jake leaned back, palms flat on the floor keeping him up right. He had one leg casually stretched out, the other bent close to his body.

“We can start this two different ways. One, we start with a little bit of foreplay and massage work, or two, you take the lead and do whatever you want.”

“What do most people choose?”

Jake gave you this look, one that said ‘really?’. A shrug tugged on your shoulders, not sure why he gave you the look. He let out a noise that sounded like a chuckle mixed with a sigh.

“Are we really gonna play that game?” Jake’s look had a small amount of playful annoyance in his gaze.

“What?” Embarrassment started to creep into you, not sure about the next steps.

Jake’s words weren’t really comforting either. He was nice but there was this bite to him. A playful energy that was hard to read sometimes. You pulled both of your legs closer to you, soles of your feet planted on the floor. Again, you mimicked him.

As you were leaning back onto your palms, Jake was starting to move towards you. He got up on his knees, closing the small space between the two of your mats. It was like watching a cat play with its food. Inch by inch the gap between you closed. Your legs spread open, allowing room for him to move between them. He reached out to your jaw, cupping it while his thumb rubbed a part of your cheek. There was something playful in his green eyes. A smile covered his lips as he leaned in, lips next to your ear.

“This is about you, not anyone else,” the words were hot against your ear lobe.

Without a second thought you grabbed him, hand wrapping around the back of his neck, fingers threading up through his well trimmed hair. Soft lips melded with yours, dancing in synchronicity. A smile formed on his lips as he kissed you, slowly working you down onto your mat. Hands roamed up and down your sides, snaking down to cup your ass. His chest was pressed to yours as his hips started to slowly rock against yours.

“Does this count as a massage?” It was cheeky, but you couldn’t help yourself.

“Full body if you ask me,” Jake nipped at your neck, trailing kisses down your skin.

He pulled back for a moment, hand moving from your ass to your chest. Even though your sports bra was tight, your nipples were starting to become visible through the material. A whimper left you as he started kneading your breast, thumb occasionally coming up to run over your nipple. You arched your back and relaxed, pressing your breast tightly into his hand. You heard a snicker come from Jake.

“What?”

“Most clients aren’t this pliant when they come in.” Jake said, tilting his head as a gesture towards your body.

A moan left you as he rolled your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. A smirk was plastered on his face now. You knew it wasn’t personal, but you took it personally. You hooked a leg around his waist, and put all your weight into it. A huff was all Jake let out as you flipped the two of you. You were straddling his hips now, ass pressing tightly to his crotch.

“That’s better,” Jake quipped, enjoying his view of you on top of him.

Slightly calloused hands traveled your sides, kneading your flesh every now and then. You kept rolling your hips down against his, sighing at the pressure. His dick had started to harden, becoming obvious as it pressed against your ass. As much as you wanted to just fuck, you had to remind yourself of the actual reason you were here.

“So, do I just ride you or..?” It was an honest question.

“Normally, we have a female client get off once prior to a penetrative workout. We like to make sure that they are ready to take whatever the trainer gives them.” Jake raised his eyebrows playfully at the last sentence.

Thumbs hooked into your leggings. You helped him take them off you, removing your underwear in the process too. Jake immediately noticed how wet you were, looking at the wet patch on your panties as he slipped them off you. Those calloused hands pulled you back into his lap, sitting up to meet you. Your hands gripped his shoulders, tugging at the fabric of his workout top. Fingers moved towards your cunt, finding your clit quickly.

It was obvious he did this regularly, knowing almost the exact motions to get you going. The sturdiness of his body kept you up right, his free arm wrapping around your back to keep you close. Wet kisses were littered all over your skin. The fabric of his shirt balled up in your fists. The hot breath on your skin was starting to be overstimulating. It was all so much at once. A hot trainer fingering your while leaving wet trails of saliva on your chest was not what you were completely expecting from today.

Jake changed the motion of his fingers in the slightest, making your body quiver into his. You weren’t sure exactly what he did different, but whatever it was made you feral. Your legs had started shaking, body slumping closer to his. You could feel the curve of his lips, that classic smirk appearing again. Within moments you were coming.

A whine was all you let out. You didn’t even pick up on Jake’s own heavy breathing. The arm around your back tightened, keeping you close to him. He bit back a groan as he felt you quiver against him, his fingers not stopping their motions on your clit. Your hands tugged at his shirt viciously, hips not being able to control themselves. Jake hadn’t expected you to have such an intoxicating effect on him. But he couldn’t get enough, deciding he was in fact going to fuck you himself.

“Jake!”

And with that his fingers were gone.

“Change of plans, I’m gonna fuck you.” Jake pressed a kiss to your cheek.

Jake laid your body down, sitting up for a moment to take his shirt off. You marveled at his body, reaching out to ghost your hand over his abs. He reached in his pocket and grabbed a condom. Your hand trailed down to the top of his shorts and boxers, helping him ease them down. He took them off, haphazardly tossing them somewhere off to the side.

Finally, all the puzzle pieces had snapped into place, showing you the complete picture of why he was one of the most sought after trainers. His cock was fucking gorgeous, just like the rest of him. His dick was already making your cunt yearn, wanting to feel the stretch it was going to give you. He tore the condom packet and rolled it down his length. Even though you knew it was what needed to be done, a part of you wished he could fuck you raw.

Jake’s hands grabbed your legs, placing your ankles on his shoulders, then slowly easing them out. His hands were lightly holding the outside of your thighs, holding them in a wide V shape. The head of his cock prodded your entrance, your cunt clenched with anticipation. A breathy moan left you when he pressed into you. The stretch was everything you were hoping it’d be, maybe even a little bit more.

“You feel better than I anticipated,” Jake’s words were breathy, chest rising and falling with each breath.

All you did was clench around him, watching as he closed his eyes tightly. You felt him pull out, only to push back in with a groan. A moan fell from you as he repeated the action. He found a decent rhythm, nailing into you while keeping your legs in the wide V. Your hands fumbled around your body, grabbing at your sports bra clad chest. The tight material bunched under your grasp. Your finger started to slip under the top of your sports bra, pulling it down to show your tits to Jake.

“Hold your legs still,” Jake commanded.

“Yes sir,” your words slurred with pleasure already.

Jake groaned at the name. His hands moved from your legs and up your body. Calloused hands removed yours then tugged on your sports bra. The material became tight against your skin, straps digging in until they started rolling off your shoulders. Your sports bra was holding your arms next to your body, leaving you restricted. Jake’s hands engulfed your tits as he fucked into you. You planted your hands next to your hips, pushing your tits out for Jake.

The backs and insides of your thighs were starting to burn. Jake’s thrusts were starting to make holding them up hard. Each thrust felt more powerful than the last. Once he found that sensitive spot inside of you, you whined. You tried to close your legs, both of them burning from the position you had held them in. Jake’s hands left your chest, grabbing your legs and forcing them back out into the wide V position.

“Legs out.” Jake commanded.

You hesitantly put your legs back out, holding them in place as they started to shake. With every thrust you felt a surge of pleasure. There was a burning that started to develop in your abdomen, a mixture of pleasure and tightness. You knew that a majority of the burning was because of the ‘workout’ aspect of this situation. Your legs were on fire, all while your nerves were starting to sear themselves with pleasure.

“That’s it, I know you can feel it,” Jake said, wide grin on his face.

One of his hands moved down between your legs, thumb circling your clit. Within the matter of seconds you were coming again, cunt clenched tightly around Jake. Your legs were starting to shake uncontrollably, your body becoming way too sensitive to the pleasure. Jake grabbed your legs quickly, wrapping them around his hips now as he fucked into you. He only lasted a few more thrusts before coming, filling the condom while inside of you.

Heavy breathing filled the room, both of you trying to catch your breath. Jake placed an forearm by your head, balancing himself as he looked at you. There was something soft in his eyes. He reached down and ran his thumb over your cheek. His thumb traveled further, down your neck and eventually his hand cascaded down your neck and chest. His hand stopped over your left tit. Your heart was hammering against your rib cage, Jake feeling it flutter in your chest.

Jake kissed your forehead as he pulled out. A moan leaving you at the sensation, now feeling empty inside. Your legs felt like jello, falling down from around his waist. Jake retracted from your body, stood up and moved towards the trash can in the room. You slowly and awkwardly pulled the straps of your bra up, adjusted them and sat up the best you could. Jake threw the condom away then headed back towards you.

“You good?” Jake asked.

“Yeah,” you grabbed your underwear and leggings.

The both of you got dressed before talking again.

“Sorry, about the change up for the session.” Jake slipped his shirt over his head.

“So, you’re telling me you don’t do that with all of your clients?” You joked, chuckling a little.

Jake smirked, shaking his head no.

“No, only the special clients get that treatment,” Jake held a hand out to you.

“Special? After our first session?” You accepted his hand, standing up with his assistance.

All Jake did was nod, not knowing exactly what to say. The two of you stared at each other for a moment. That soft look in his eyes had spread to the rest of his face. You gave him the same look, understanding that there was just now this unspoken thing between the two of you.

“There’s just something about you,” Jake finally said, “and I hope that the other trainers here get to experience it.”

A heat built up in you from the compliment. It was one of the most special compliments you had ever received.

“Until next time?” God, you were hoping there would be a next time.

Jake nodded with a smile.

“Until next time.”

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[cum-a-calla]

oR sucking romans cock under his desk so he has some mortifyingly weird interaction with someone important and hes humiliated and angry but also that's what gets him off the best

If he really wanted you to stop, he would roll the chair away, plant his palm against your face and push you forcefully off his cock. If he really wanted that, he would act, not whine about it.

"Come on, stop. I gotta take this." His cell buzzes in his hand. He peers under the desk at you and you look up at him, sliding your lips up and off of him with an obscene pop. You lick at the head as he shivers.

"Answer it."

"Answer it." You look directly at him, stroking him a little faster. "Now."

"Wh - no, I... I can't fucking answer it with you all, fucking... slutting it up down there! Jesus." He rants, and you know some of his irritation is real. The way his voice rises, the way he can't string a coherent sentence together to save his life. His flushed cheeks and the crease between his eyebrows. It's cute. "Take ten, sweetheart. I know you don't need my jizz that bad."

Roman's dick jumps in your hand and he whines at the way you lick a wet stripe from balls to slit. He presses the button and before he can press the phone to his ear, you shake your head.

"Speaker," you whisper firmly.

"Uh - yeah? Hello?"

"Oh, fuck you," he whispers back.

"Romulus - where are you right now?"

"I'm, uh, at the office. Er, like - I'm in the building, on a... a treadmill. What's up, Dad?"

It's all too easy to sink down on Roman's cock again, slowly, making sure to gag yourself with him to get him coated in your drool. The wet sucking sounds seem louder than they ever have before, and the way his body tenses up is delicious. A glance upward treats you to the line of his throat, head thrown back, teeth grit together. His free hand is white-knuckling the arm of his chair. It's hard to giggle with a mouthful of Roman, but you manage.

"Are you with someone? Romulus, are you with that fucking personal trainer again? We were raked through the fucking coals to settle -"

"Dad! No, I'm not. God. There's just - other people use the gym, Dad, it's like... fuckin background noise, or whatever."

Roman glares down at you, cheeks burning red, forcing himself to not roll his hips into your insistent rhythm. You know exactly what he likes, how to speed him along. How to slow him down. How to beckon him right to the brink. He acts angry, but you know he likes it; he likes the risk, the humiliation of getting sucked off while Daddy listens. You take him as deep as you can, gagging, moaning so softly that it's more a vibration against his cock than anything else. He throbs. He's harder than usual - this won't take long, not long at all.

They discuss the logistics of a meeting, of some boring documentation for some merger. The political and professional gossip is compelling, but it's not your focus at the moment. Not even close.

"Can you handle all this, Roman? You getting this, or should I hand this over to... hm, maybe Ken? If you're just too goddamn busy on the treadmill..."

"Treadmill?" Roman thrusts a little too hard into your throat and you immediately recoil a little, but he forces you down with his free hand. A punishment, or an admission of excitement? With Roman, you truly get it all, huh? "Ohh, y-yeah, the... right. Listen, fuck Ken. I got this. I've kept my nose clean, unlike that fucking Precious-Moments-looking little ratfucker, okay? Just - trust me."

"Uh huh." There’s a prolonged pause where Roman is looking at you with such a heady mix of hatred and dark, black desire that you could grind on his polished dress shoe til you came. The urge to push your fingers into your underwear is dancing in the back of your mind, but you resist. This is too delicious. His dad sighs on the phone. "Fine. Don't fuck this up, Roman."

"Aw, c'mon, have a little faith, yeah?"

"Hm. Well... you're gunna have to meet with Gerri on it. She wants to see you about things, fill you in on some of the finer details."

The mention of Gerri's name has him squeezing his eyes shut, holding his breath. He's so close it's ridiculous, thighs taut and trembling as he tries to hold it in. Interesting. Very interesting. You pop off only for a moment, keeping friction with your slippery hand.

"Cum for me," you murmur. Would Logan hear you? You could eat Roman alive right now, his pathetic, watery eyes, his entire lithe frame tight with tension. "Cum for mommy, Rome. Be a good boy. Cum for mommy."

"Okay. Okay, I - fuck - fuck, give me a sec," he groans, and he swings the phone up and away from his ear, hips bucking as you take him back between the warm, wet sanctity of your mouth, your tongue, fingers digging into his inner thighs. He shoots his load into your throat, spills over the back of your tongue in pulses.

"Roman?" Logan's voice comes across the waving cell phone, tired and irritated. "Son, are you there?"

"You're such a fucking bitch, I fuckin'... hate you," Roman hisses under his breath. He allows you to drain him, balls emptied, muscles relaxing. Only then does he push your head away, pushing his feet to roll the chair away from you in shame. "Dad? Sorry, I... I lost connection, there. Yeah, just have the ol' girl text me with the when and where, and I'll make it happen."

"Okay. Good." Logan sounds tentatively relieved, and hangs up without so much as a goodbye. Roman tosses his cell onto the desk, where it clatters. He glowers at you as you crawl out, wiping your mouth, eyes glittering and cunt wet.

"You fuckin' bitch," he says without malice. He catches his breath, flushed and gorgeous. He pushes a hand through his mussed hair, sweat beading his hairline. He snaps his fingers and nods curtly at the desk. "Okay. Up. Get up there. Legs open, pussy out. Your turn."

[beatinginavoid]

Anon Ask 2

An athlete or runner with a strong heart? Here you go!

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The neighbourhood was one Amy was intimately familiar with. She had lived here for all of her twenty-four years and knew every house, every yard, every pavement crack and pothole, and every single shortcut.

She jogged by all of them.

Sometimes Amy wondered if she should get a dog that could join her on her outings. A dog would love to go for a run everyday, right? Maybe even twice a day. It wouldn’t be able to join her on the treadmill though, on those days when the weather persuaded people to stay indoors.

People often told her to slow down, to relax, that life wasn’t a race. Amy did relax, but running was her life. Her body was lithe and toned. Her lung capacity was impressive and she always managed to freak someone out at the pool. She got a lot of compliments on her looks, but if she had to pick a feature of herself she liked the best?

It would be her heart.

Not in a romantic or caring way – she was single and currently not looking for a partner – but because she had trained it, just like her other muscles.

Her heart was a very effective pump, pushing more blood around her body with ease. Her heart was strong and Amy loved it. It thumped against her sternum and ribs, visibly pushing her skin in several places. The best part was when she could listen. Each beat was deep, effortless, and powerful when she sat in her chair. Her resting rate got down to forty easily, and each sonorous ba-thump resonated wonderfully.

Amy was a marathon runner. While marathons were not an everyday deal, she was content to jog around to keep fit. Weather permitting of course. If she stayed inside and used her treadmill instead, Amy indulged in using a stethoscope.

Hearing her heart hard at work was just as pleasing as hearing it at rest.

She glanced at her smart watch. A little heart symbol flashed at her along with the numbers 148. Still in the zone, excellent! Time to loop around and head home.

Amy smiled as her cardiac muscle pounded steadily in her chest; a counter melody to the thudding of her shoes against the ground. Who needed music when nature provided the best soundtracks?

Her heart, trained as it was, had become larger than normal. It was a point of pride for Amy, and she often joked that it meant she had more room for loved ones. Her mind wandered back to getting a dog. There was room for a dog, surely. Dating was not on the cards right now, but a pet was completely different.

When Amy got home she hopped online and looked up all of the nearby pet shelters.

Definitely enough room for a dog.

Ba-thump

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If you're thinking of getting a pet, please, please consider adopting from a shelter instead of buying from a pet store or breeder. Everybody deserves a second chance and shelter animals have so much love to share with you!

[highqueenofelfhame]

rowaelin // 5.3k words // ciwyw mastlist // playlist // masterlist

It had been a frustrating day to begin with. After failing to sleep for more than a collective two hours the night before, Rowan had tried to carry on with his day like he would any other Sunday. The conversation with Aelin, and more importantly her response, pounding with every slap of his shoes against the treadmill. Not even a full leg-day workout could dispel the dreadful, anxious energy brewing at the forefront of his mind. 

Lorcan had showed up at the house early in the afternoon and chewed his ass out for the red card. He was fully in Team Captain mode for the full lecture, barely letting Rowan get a word in edgewise. At some point he gave up on defending himself and let Lorcan get his rant out. Once he was finished, he’d flopped onto Rowan’s couch and gestured vaguely with his hands.

“Alright. Your turn. Talk about it.”

“I already told you I was sor–” He’d started, hands bracing his knees as he debated groveling on his knees for Lorcan to let up. It had been a long enough weekend and he couldn’t handle another half hour. Sure, he deserved being called a stupid, selfish bastard, but he was tired. There wasn’t much left for him to say other than he was sorry, and he’d already done that multiple times.

“I’m not talking about the match. The girl. Something’s bothering you, so talk. The other idiots aren’t here to give you shit about it.” The man had a point. Without everyone else there to make subtle digs, it was easier for him to nod his head and dive headfirst into the clusterfuck of a situation he was in with Aelin. 

To his credit, Lorcan listened to every word until it was all laying before them like a jigsaw puzzle. The pieces were hard to put together because there were about a million of them, all tiny, and several of them were missing entirely. Rowan couldn’t find the corners and didn’t know which way was up or down. Lorcan listened anyway. The migraine that had been coming on for the last few hours hit in full force when Lorcan compared it all to a fucking onion. 

“Give her space. Give her time. The shit with Lyria is a lot to unpack on its own. Add into it that you’ve found yourself in a similar, however different, situation with Aelin… it would be a lot for anyone. It’s an onion, mate. Shit has fucking layers to it.” Rowan had given him a flat look that caused Lorcan to raise his hands in front of his chest. “I’m just saying. Might also be a lesson to check the expirations on those rubbers before you use them, too. Twice in one lifetime? You are one unlucky bastard.”

“You’re not helping,” Rowan glowered, eyes narrowed into little slits. Even if it was good advice, it didn’t do him a lick of good at this point. So much for not getting any shit about this.

“What brand did you use? I need to avoid those fuckers like the plague.”

“Lorcan,” Rowan sighed exasperatedly, all ten fingers raking through his hair until it was a mess of tangles. 

“Just give her the space she asked for, Ro. She told you what to do. So do it.”

“It’s hard to give her space when I just want to be with her all the time,” he finally admitted, slumping back against the sofa. The position did nothing to help the throbbing in his head, but he didn’t move. 

“I really need to meet this woman if she has you, of all people, wound so tight you look like you’re about to explode,” Lorcan said with the shake of his head. “Do you think she’s worth all the trouble?” 

Rowan didn’t have to think about it. The answer was a huge, resounding yes. She was worth fighting for. He said as much and Lorcan nodded, eyes focused on the empty fireplace. 

“For what it’s worth… I’ve never seen you as happy as you are when you talk about her. Don’t get me wrong, until she cuts you a break and gives you a real chance, she’s on my shit-list. But she makes you happy. I’ve never seen you this way about a woman and I think… I think she pulls out the best parts of you.” Lorcan’s confession made Rowan’s chest feel a little tight. “Except for when she’s the reason you’re so pissed off you get carded.”

They had both shared a quiet laugh at that, then spent the rest of the evening sipping beer and watching the major sports channels for highlights of the other games that happened over the weekend. 

Hours later, Rowan truly was about to explode. Sleep was already hard to find despite scouring every drawer and pocket in his brain. When his phone pinged, hope had swelled that it was Aelin. As much as he loved to see her smiling face lighting up his phone, it was not what he had in mind. 

Rowan Whitethorn liked to think of himself as a man with self control and reason. Amongst his teammates he was known for being level-headed, someone that thought things through and didn’t jump the gun. To his core, he always had been those things– until he met Aelin Galathynius, and he was unraveling quicker than a dropped spool of thread. 

You know, the one that rolled under the bed and there was no hope of getting it back unless you kept pulling on the string. The spool would re-emerge from the shadows once the thread was in a mess of a knot at your feet and there was absolutely no hope of getting it wrapped back around its little home neatly. In fact, you might even scrap the whole thing and throw it in the garbage because the reward didn’t outweigh the tedious task at hand. 

Rowan felt like that unraveled spool of thread as he stared at his phone screen at two in the morning, the simple plastic phone case groaning under the pressure of his white-knuckled grip. The edges of his vision were hazy because he hadn’t blinked a single time since he saw the picture that Fenrys sent him. 

Mala fucking help him, he was going to murder his teammate. A brutal, bloody murder. Rowan had never been so sure that he was going to end up in fucking jail. 

Aelin was radiant– something that had been missing from her the last time he saw her. The woman in the picture was exactly the woman that had ripped his heart from his chest before he even knew what was happening. The more muted version he’d had over the weekend still held his throbbing, bleeding heart. But the woman beaming in the photo was the one who stole it in the first place. 

Her hair was down, the golden waves cascading over her shoulders and out of frame. With rose-kissed cheeks and plump, sensual lips spread wide in one of the smiles she used to give him, she was devastating. A little tipsy from his afternoon with Lorcan, Rowan had to physically restrain himself from tracing the shape of her mouth with his fingers. Gods, when did he become such a sap?

The first photo was just her. A tiny cocktail straw was between her teeth, eyes closed from the force of her smile. Her eyelashes seemed to graze the top of her cheeks they were so long. Because of the angle of the photo, taken from a lower, upturned angle, one of the golden lightbulbs gave her a halo. It was fitting, because she was a fucking angel. 

>> She’s even more beautiful in person. 

Rowan knew that. He was well aware of how fucking beautiful she was. But why did Fenrys know that? Why was he discovering the truth of it at two in the godsdamn morning? 

>> What the fuck? 

<< I mean, if you’re not going to, she should get it from somewhere. You haven’t had sex in her bed yet, have you?

>> Fenrys I swear to the fucking gods if you touch her I’m not responsible for what happens to your face.

The picture that followed made him want to throw his phone across the room and hope it shattered into a million pieces he couldn’t put back together. Someone across the table had taken it, probably Connall if he had to guess. Aelin’s arm was around Fenrys’s neck and they were cheek to cheek with matching smiles. Mischief was wild in Fen’s eyes while Aelin just looked… happy. 

And then he noticed, just at the edge of the picture, how low on her hip his godsdamn hand was and he thought he was going to lose his mind. Yep. He was definitely going to be arrested for homicide in a few hours. The mugshot would be in every newspaper in the country, across the world, and he didn’t care. 

>> She’s just wearing minty lip balm. My face will be nothing but hydrated and tasty.

<< You motherfucker

>> Well… not yet 😉

And then Fenrys stopped replying. 

The self-control and level-headedness he had once prided himself in was nowhere to be seen. He tried to pull on the thread of his sanity, to tell himself it didn’t matter, that all of this was fine. Yet every time he looked back at the screen, every muscle and tendon in his body was so taught it felt as though one movement would have them all in ribbons. 

Rowan hadn’t ever had a relationship where he felt the need to protect as much as he did with Aelin. Maybe it was partially because of the baby, but a roaring silence filled his head at the thought of her with another man, least of all Fenrys fucking Moonbeam. If Fenrys respected any kind of friendship code, he wouldn’t even act like he was thinking about toeing that line. 

It felt stupid. They were barely dating and only knew the tip of the iceberg with each other. Still, there was something so different with her. For the first time in almost a decade, he had let his guard down. There were no mile high cement walls around his heart with nowhere to grasp to climb up and over. He was just Rowan, an unopened book with unexplored pages begging to be read.  

It was highly unlikely that he was the only person that found himself inexplicably drawn to her. She was sweeter and more intoxicating than any drug, than any brand of alcohol money could buy.  Aelin Galathynius had the energy of someone that you just wanted to taste once, because once she was gone you wouldn’t experience anything like her ever again. Coming so close to losing her, Rowan was keenly aware of that fact, and he wasn’t sure how he would ever move on if they didn’t really give themselves the chance to explore it. They were opposite ends of two very strong magnets. It was impossible that she didn’t feel that, too. 

Rowan Whitethorn didn’t open up to just anybody. He didn’t let people in. Aelin wasn’t just a fluke. He was absolutely sure of it. 

The thoughts wouldn’t stop chattering through his brain. Words flashed behind his closed eyelids a thousand miles a minute, leaving nothing but explosions of stars and colors where he tried to rub them away. Every time he looked at his phone, the desire to get in his car and drive to Aelin’s grew stronger and stronger. It was becoming an itch that he couldn’t he couldn’t ignore, and once the sun finally started to peek in through his blinds, he was rolling out of bed and nearly running to shower and change clothes. 

By the time eight rolled around, he had forced a small bowl of cereal down his throat and downed what was probably too many cups of coffee. By eight-fifteen, Rowan was in his car and speeding toward the highway to Varese with something that belonged to Aelin sitting in his front seat. 

~*~

Rowan felt… Well, he felt insane. 

Not for the first time, he was asking himself what the fuck he was doing as he knocked on the door to Aelin’s apartment. At several red lights through the city, he debated going home. Halfway up the staircase, he had paused and gone down three steps, only to turn around and march right back up and to her door. The echoing of his fist on the wood had him hesitating once again, wondering if he should just get in his car and go home. He had no clue what he was doing here, besides just needing to see her and make sure that both she and the baby were okay, regardless of her late night activities. 

That’s what he was telling himself, anyway. 

In the ten agonizing seconds it took for him to head footsteps from inside her apartment, he almost turned and bolted. Rowan was well aware that he was being a territorial fool. Evidently there was no reasoning with that very stupid and very irrational part of his brain, even as the clicking and sliding of locks had him wondering how quickly he could make it down a flight of stairs without being caught. 

“Oh,” came her surprised voice, wide eyes and raised brows to match. It was his very favorite version of Aelin that opened the door. All of her golden hair was in a messy knot on the top of her head, a few pieces framing her face. Much to his satisfaction, he realized she was wearing the shirt he’d told her she could keep a few days prior. A pair of little black shorts peeked out from the hem, and the long expanse of her bare legs had him almost forgetting why he was there in the first place. “What are you doing here?”

Her voice brought his eyes back to her face. There was no evidence of the makeup she’d had on the night before and though he could tell by looking at her that she was exhausted, he could also see that she had at least a few hours of good sleep. The skin around her eyes was a little puffy and a few lines were tattooed on her cheeks from her pillow or the blanket. 

“Did I wake you up?”

“No, no. I’ve been awake for like half an hour. Just haven't gotten to dragging myself out of bed yet since I’m not going to the office today.” Right. It was Monday. In his hazy stupor, Rowan had entirely forgotten that she should have been going to work.

“Are you too sick today?” Rowan was immediately on edge, searching her face and body for any sign of what would keep her from working. There was no point– she was downright glowing today. A healthy blush heated her cheeks and he could almost make out the small smattering of freckles across her nose from where he stood across the threshold. 

“No,” she said simply. “I feel really good today, actually. You didn’t answer me. What are you doing here, Rowan?”

“You forgot your toothbrush at my house,” he said lamely, patting at his pockets. Fuck. “It was purple? I left it in my car.”

“I did leave it at your house because that’s the one you bought for me to keep there.” There was laughter in her words as she spoke, like she was bringing up an inside joke they’d made. Mirth danced in her brilliant turquoise eyes despite her face contorting with confusion as she asked again, her tone softer this time, “What are you doing here, Rowan?”

What a loaded fucking question. He sure as hell didn’t know. How many times on the way here had he asked himself the same thing? 

He didn’t have to answer it directly, though, because he realized her shower was running down the hall. Before he could stop himself he blurted, “Is that Fenrys?” 

“Fen– what?” There was so much disbelief in her voice, but she started laughing. “You drove all the way up here to see if Fenrys spent the night with me?” 

Rowan wasn’t sure if the laughter was a good thing or a bad thing. It was impossible to tell if she was laughing at him for being so stupid he thought he had any right to know about her private life when he wasn’t around, or if she was laughing because the idea was so stupid and he had nothing to be worried about. He was inclined to think it was the former, because even though Fenrys liked to rile him up, he didn’t know if he would push Rowan quite so hard.

“Hey, bub? You hungry?” A voice, one that was distinctly not Fenrys’s shouted from the bathroom. In that one, tiny pet name, Rowan’s entire heart sank through the floor. If he looked down, he was sure he would be standing in a puddle of his own blood. The world had gone very quiet, his fingers suddenly freezing as he stuffed them into his pockets.

“Yes,” she called back, her eyes not leaving Rowan’s face.

Aelin was seeing someone else. It wasn’t a thought that had ever occurred to him until those texts from Fenrys, but now it was glaringly obvious. She had already said once that their relationship wasn’t supposed to turn into anything serious. Had she been seeing other men the whole time? It wasn’t like they’d ever talked about being exclusive in any shape or form. They had plenty of time away from each other. He never would have known. It couldn’t even be considered cheating. 

“Rowan,” she said, bottom lip tucked between her teeth to swallow her smile.

“I’ll… I’m sorry. I’ll let you get back to the guy in the shower,” he half-mumbled, crossing his arms to hide his shaking hands. 

And then she was well and truly laughing. It was a bright, melodious sound that under any other circumstance, he would have loved to pull out of her, to bottle up and get drunk on it whenever he pleased.. But right here, right now? Rowan was fucking gutted, and she was giggling like he’d said the funniest thing in the world. 

Rowan had just turned to start walking away when she collected herself enough to say, “You mean my cousin?” 

Time stopped. His blood was pumping in reverse to turn back the clock, to take everything he’d just said and wipe it from existence. Even his movements felt slower as he looked at her, fire licking up his neck and covering his face. The tips of his ears would be nearly purple and if he walked out into the humid air, his body would be steaming. She could probably feel the heat of his body from where she stood in the doorway. 

Rowan had never been so fucking embarrassed in his entire life. 

“Yeah, I– I am so sorry. I’ll talk to you later,” he grumbled, turning on his heel to make his swift exit and go die in peace. Recovery wasn’t an option. There was absolutely no coming back from this. 

~*~

The plan with Fenrys had either gloriously backfired, or he put much more into the prank than expected. She made a mental note to text him about that later, but there wasn’t time for that now. 

Aelin stepped through the door and caught Rowan’s hand before he was too far away. He felt feverish, like his immune system was trying to burn out the embarrassment before it could settle too much. It took a lot of tugging but he stopped trying to escape her presence. His footsteps were heavy on the old wood floors as she dragged him back toward her apartment.

“I really just want to go,” he told her, tattooed fingers sliding through his hair. It was down for once, not braided or tied out of his face. 

“Look at me.” But he wouldn’t. Green eyes stayed glued to a spot well above her head, looking at anything but her. Yes, it had been funny that he thought that Aedion was a random hookup. But the devastation on his face had done nothing but wreck her in return. The laughter was partially an involuntary response to an awkward situation, but also because it was cute that he was so worried about it. Rowan had absolutely nothing to be worried about. 

“Aelin–” The more she reached for him, the more he leaned away. He took one step back and she took one forward, refusing to let him leave while so upset. Aelin reached up, her cool hands resting on his warm cheeks as she gently guided his face to look at her. Before he could protest or slip further from her grasp, she rocked up onto her tiptoes and pressed a soft, sweet kiss to his lips. All ten of his fingers were shaking when they came to rest on her hips and it broke her heart. 

“Take a breath,” she whispered, sliding her hands down his neck and over his chest. Rowan’s eyes were still closed as he rested his warm forehead against her own, but he obeyed. “Fenrys was just fucking with you. Clearly he took it way too far and I am so sorry. We will most definitely be having words about that.” 

Before he could respond, from the depths of her apartment Aedion once again shouted for her and Rowan’s hands flexed on her hips. Aelin sighed and grabbed his hands, walking backwards with him until they were inside. Her fingertips were able to reach around him to push the door shut, sealing him inside with her. 

“Aedion, can you shut the fuck up and come out here and talk to me like a normal person? You’re freaking out my boyfriend and he’s been through enough for today.” Aedion’s hurried footsteps down the hall and the click of his door shutting was the only response she was given, likely to hurry and dress for their sudden company. 

Rowan looked inclined to agree with her sentiments, but didn’t say anything as she walked to the kitchen to get him some water. There was something off about him, and not just because of the trauma Fenrys had inflicted on him, nor the embarrassment that still stained his cheeks. He seemed almost… dim. All of the energy he’d had mere moments ago was vanishing before her eyes. His posture was a deflated balloon hovering inches from the ground a week after the party. 

“Are you hungry?” She asked, taking his hand and guiding him to the couch. Rowan shrugged as she nudged for him to sit in the corner while she curled onto the middle cushion beside him, her legs leaning against his thigh. If anything, she hoped it would ground him from the hell he’d been dragged through in the last few hours. “When was the last time you slept?”

Rowan exhaled, his cheeks puffing out with the gust of air. Dark circles haunted the skin beneath his eyes, which were bloodshot, making the green of them all the more piercing. Aelin frowned at his lack of response, tugging on his sleeve until he looked at her. 

“The fact that it’s taking you so long to figure it out tells me enough.” As though they couldn’t help themselves, despite her telling him she needed space, her traitorous fingers reached out and brushed his hair out of his eyes. 

“It’s been a few days,” He admitted, attempting to rub the tiredness away with his thumb and forefinger. “And my head is fucking killing me.”

“Let’s eat some breakfast and then we can nap, yeah? I’d tuck you in right now but I’m starving and I think you probably need to eat a bit, too.” 

A crease appeared between his eyebrows, lips pursing into a line as he looked over at her and said, “Is that… okay? You said you wanted space. I’m not exactly giving it to you by showing up like this.” 

“Considering I’ve barely been awake for an hour and could already use a nap, I’m going to go with yes. Besides, I do want you to meet Aedion while he’s here.” Thank the gods, his lips quirked into a small smile. Relief fluttered through her chest. She had never been so happy to see somebody smile at her before. 

Just as he opened his mouth to respond, however, Aedion’s door opened and he appeared in the archway to the hall. Aelin looked over at her cousin with a look that threatened violence if he tried the man beside her even a little too hard. Much to her surprise, Aedion gave a short nod before walking closer to the couch.

“Aedion, meet Rowan. Rowan, this is Aedion.” Aelin was a little surprised that Rowan mustered the muscle power to stand and shake hands. “Rowan is very tired so save the groveling for later, please.”

“I think you should be telling him to save my ass-kicking for later,” Rowan amended, sitting back on the couch. Aelin grinned as he looked over at her. “I can assume you told him what I’ve done.” 

“And that you’re very sorry,” she added sweetly, but her glance at Aedion was sharp as a dagger. Though his mouth had opened, likely to throw his own little quip into the sparring ring, it shut immediately.

“We’ll talk about it another time,” Aedion said simply, dropping onto the sofa beside Aelin with enough force that she bounced. She scowled at him, her hand immediately going to cover her stomach. “What are we eating?” 

Half an hour later they had brunch delivered to the apartment, the three of them sitting knee to knee on the couch. The sofa in question had been chosen for the luxurious aesthetic it provided, but she made a mental note to look at sectionals. There was no way she could have any other visitors with only this and the overstuffed chair in the corner for seating. 

Though he said a few things here and there, most of the conversation was Aelin and Aedion’s casual banter. While they did talk a little bit about the game he was carded in and what he expected for the rest of the season, as the conversation went on Rowan seemed to keep drawing further and further into himself. His broad shoulders were caved in and that wrinkle between his eyebrows got deeper and deeper. It looked like it was taking an astronomical amount of effort to keep his eyes open.

When they finished, Aelin and Rowan settled back against the couch while Aedion cleaned everything up. She had intended to just check a few emails before getting Rowan to bed, but he dozed comically fast. The email was half-read when she locked her phone and contemplated the best way to wake him gently. 

“This is the man that got the first red-card of his career for being so fucking pissed on Friday?” Aedion asked incredulously. 

“So it would seem.”

“You’ve never seen him play–” But Aelin cut him off with a shake of her head.

“I have. I watched the game until he got kicked out and then drove to Doranelle.”

“Before that,” his hand cut through the air, dismissing her. Aelin gave him a flat look before looking back at the man snoozing beside her. “He’s a demon, Aelin. When he’s on the field every move is calculated and with purpose. His face is always harsh and his body is always locked and loaded for the next play. Yet here he is, falling asleep on your couch with his mouth open. He might start drooling.” Aedion put his hands on his knees and leaned forward to get a closer look. 

Aelin grinned, eyes cutting back to Aedion. She couldn’t help it. “Be nice, he’s getting old.”

She knew it was true. Ever since uncovering the truth about his job, she had spent an embarrassing amount of time watching highlight videos of his career online. Every photo she saw that was snapped mid-match, his face was all hard lines and angles like he was in the middle of a battlefield fighting for his life. On the soccer pitch, he looked like a warrior that had been honed for battle. Here, on her couch asleep,  he just looked like Rowan. The real Rowan, and she was pretty sure not many people saw this side of him. 

“He looks younger like this,” he observed, eyes squinting as if he could see the soccer persona in his face if he tried hard enough. It was nowhere to be seen, though.

“Probably because he isn’t awake to frown at me.”

“Yeah, no way this is the same guy that fought his way to a red-card before halftime,” Aedion concluded. Aelin snorted, her hand flying to her mouth to muffle the sound. Rowan didn’t so much as twitch. 

“I’m pretty sure he almost cried when he heard you yell at me from the bathroom. He thought…” Involuntary giggles bubbled through her chest and out of her mouth, “He thought you were a hookup from last night.”

“That’s gross.” Aedion’s lips were downturned as he straightened, arms folding across his chest. “He almost cried?”

“That’s where it gets not-so- funny. Whatever Fenrys said to him really fucked him up.” She sighed then, reaching to trace his cheekbone with her fingertip. Rowan did stir then, eyes blinking rapidly as he took in a brute of a man staring down at him curiously and the feeling of Aelin’s skin on his. “Come on. Let’s go take a nap.”

In the most adorable protest of the century, Rowan started grumbling incoherently in the old language. Aelin smiled, only catching a few words here and there that equated to him insisting he wasn’t tired and they could nap later. His eyes betrayed him. They were heavy, blinking slowly and trying to roll back in his head. 

“This is one argument you sure as hell aren’t going to win.” Aelin pulled him to his feet and guided him to her room. When she plopped him onto the edge of the bed his protesting started up again. 

“What’s in it for me?” Sleepy, bleary eyes looked up at her as he refused to lay down. Aelin was standing between his legs with her hands on his shoulders, an eyebrow cocked to silently tell him he was being ridiculous.

“Besides sleeping for the first time in a couple days?” Rowan nodded, his fingertips grazing up her thighs and settling on her hips. She laughed, pushing his hair behind his ears. They would definitely be talking about his sleepless nights later.  “What do you want?”

“A kiss, please.” His response was so immediate it made her heart play hopscotch in her chest. Sleepy Rowan might just be her favorite thing in the entire world. Not even cotton candy could make her feel so light and sweet. 

“Okay, deal,” Aelin leaned down and pressed her lips to his forehead. Rowan swore in the old language but laid flat on his back and let her pull the blankets over his body. 

“Should have been more specific,” he mumbled, pulling on her hand until she crawled over him to the other side of the bed and nestled into the sheets beside him. She let him pull her close until they were pressed flush together. A weight she hadn’t realized she’d been carrying fell from her shoulders,  replaced by his arms around her body. Aelin didn’t pull away but snuggled into him as much as she could, her face against his chest as she deeply inhaled the scent that was so completely Rowan. The scent that was home. 

“You should have,” she agreed, but Rowan was already asleep.

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟎: 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄

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Word count: 3k

Warnings: I've read this 5 times over, but I'm still paranoid that there are spelling mistakes, so beware 🩶

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From the moment you step inside the entrance to the gym, the sound of deep clanking and the smell of icky sweat already greets your senses.

White walls are plastered with full-length windows, exposing the outside world and parking lot out front. Areca palms are buried in grey geometric pots as they stretch up and out, extending their healthy leaves. There are couches with metal frames forming small hangout nooks with sleek glass coffee tables.

The whole place was overly modernised- allowing a lack of comfort- and instead, the constant feeling and need to keep the area sterilised of any mess was induced.

Lia is standing just off to your right, talking to the receptionist. Her hair is tied up into a loose ponytail, her right hand clutching a plastic bag of things she packed.

You watch as she pulls out a small sum of cash, handing it over to the dark-haired woman behind the counter and receiving a small key in return. It's attached to a yellow tag, a number written onto it in what you could only assume to be a felt tip pen.

With a final nod, Lia turns around, her eyes greeting yours as she opens her mouth, "Let's go"

You follow her through the double doors as instructed, your shoes often scuffing the floor as your mind wanders between the expense and reliability of the equipment within these very walls. You had passed several rooms, each apparent with rowing machines and treadmills alike.

Your mind had grown akin to being curious even in the most boring of environments, so it was no surprise when you found yourself in a new spot- only half aware of how you even got there.

"Locker 74" Lia murmurs in a low tone, opening the decently sized hatch to reveal the metal plating of its shadow casted insides. "Any donations for the bag?" She adds, spreading the plastic handles to reveal the inside contents: unopened water bottles and smaller snacks for later.

"I need to keep my phone on me." You display a shy smile, your hand tapping against the back of your phone through the soft of your pocket.

"Fair enough," she shrugs, closing and locking the small door back up. "Yuna said she'd meet us by ring four"

"And where's that?" You inquire, leaning back to gain a vantage point over the room. There are no clear signs of anything boxing related amongst the mass rows of lockers.

"It's just down the hall." Lia instructs a pathway out of the room, and you follow closely behind once again.

"And you're sure you know where this room is?"

"I've been here enough times, I'd like to assume I know where we're going," and as seconds pass, Lia only proves herself right as you enter another room. The walls are lined with various weights, including many dumbbell and weight plate racks alike.

There are small benches made for what seems like three people maximum, and the more obvious attraction- the white, red, and blue boxing ring placed central of the room.

Flinching, you find yourself caught off guard at the sudden boom of Lia's voice as she calls out a wicked "Yuna!" The word rattles around inside your skull as you trace her line of sight, coming to greet an unfamiliar face.

An unsuspecting figure turns with an already brightened face, a wide smile already gracing her features as she excuses herself from a particular male's presence. The girl walks with a prep in her step, each new stride of her long legs only bringing her closer to you as her dark hair flows freely behind her.

By the time Yuna was already standing before you, it was practically impossible to ignore the height difference between the two best friends. Yuna stands a good four inches or so taller than Lia, causing the taller to look down with a teasing grin. "You're on time today"

"When am I not on time?" Lia scoffs jokingly, a smile playing with the pink of her lips.

"I don't know… I could name a few times," Yuna laughs before turning her attention to you. "You're Y/n, right?" She grins, her doe eyes turning narrow in a painfully evil way. "I can't wait to get up to some mischief with you"

"And neither can I, it's nice to meet you, Yuna." You offer the girl a cheeky smile.

"Please, no mischief while I'm near," Lia pleads, her voice cracking with slight annoyance already.

"No promises!" Yuna laughs at the smaller girl's face as it contorts,"You can't hold me accountable if something happens"

"I definitely can"

Yuna hums as she turns to observe the boxing ring. "I'm up next," she lets out an exasperated groan,"Coach has been up my ass about training more. He says I won't make it anywhere with only two hours of training a day"

"I'm sure he has your best interests at heart." You try to reassure the girl, but she could only raise an eyebrow at you.

"Bullshit- that man just wants me to train so he gets paid more." she lets out a small laugh,"He couldn't give a shit about me"

"Then why don't you fire him?"

"It's not that easy…" Yunas head tilts down, a small snarl of vexation reaping from her throat.

"Hey, I need to run to the restroom," Lia interrupts,"I'll be back, okay?"

"Yeah, sure." Yuna nods a goodbye to the blonde, fixating herself back on you. "So, what course do you take?"

Your eyebrows almost furrow at the sudden change of her attitude. Her smile is back and more prominent than ever. "Well…" You begin, "I take criminal law out of a personal preference. Family law, common law, the rest of it just seems so boring"

"I take it you're striving for a job as a lawyer?"

"Wow, you really hit the nail on the head there" you share a short laugh, your eyes redirecting to the boxing ring behind her as a particularly loud thud echoes around the room. Your sight fixates on the two brawling figures, a girl in red on the floor as a girl in blue stands over her.

However, your eyes linger a little too long on the girl in blue, mind sipping up the drops of your love deprived life as you examine her physique.

"What are you looking at?" Yuna whispers, moving to stand beside you in hopes of cracking her newfound case. And surely enough, she had done so within seconds. "Oh…" she smirks,"are you checking out Kazuha?"

"What?!" You say a little too loudly, gaining the attention of a few unsuspecting bystanders on the sidelines. "I- who? No!"

"You totally were!" Yuna gasps, jumping lightly as she drags you towards the ring."She's our ace boxer here. She's won us several tournaments in the past"

"Really?!"

"Yeah, she's dangerous when she's inside the ring, but a total nobody outside of it"

"A nobody?" You mumble lightly under your breath, feeling your attention gravitate towards the blue marked player, otherwise known as Kazuha, as you've been informed.

The more you watched her fight, the more your mind dragged the title of "nobody" through the dirt. Someone as beautiful as her- from what you could see of her anyway- was in no chance set out to be a "nobody" by social norms.

Her gym fit exposed her thin-built body and allowed the glistening show of sweat bullets to dance around on her milky skin. Her hair was dampened enough to the point where the smaller strands clung to her forehead while the rest swooshed from the bottom of her head gear. And so help you god- when she turned around and threw a hook in a certain way, you could've sworn you met Jesus with the sudden definition of her already defined abs.

"She looks intense." Really? Was that all you could muster up after your obvious ogling session with her body? But to be fair, what else could you have said without sounding creepy, the answer? Not much.

Yuna hums, observing the match as Kazuha squeezes her opponent into the pocket zone of her fist and chest, enabling her to wrap a punch around her torso as she lets jab after jab rip into her stomach.

You almost wince for the fighter in red as Kazuha pushes her into the red post before being separated by the referee.

"I guess you could call her intense"

And just like before, the two in the centre are at it in no time, already jumping to score a hit on the other- preferably the face as it's apparent that's the sore zone on the body, even with the padded helmets on.

"What would you call her then?"

Seconds go by, and suddenly, the yell of a one minute warning goes past your ears. You hadn't taken notice of the warning, and instead, you had taken notice of the particularly harsh strain of jabs the girl in red had gotten upon Kazuha, causing a groan to elect from her mouth guarded lips.

"Determined"

With the last few seconds approaching, a certain heat rises within the room as Kazuha suddenly picks up her already strong footwork, her legs going into overtime as she almost pushes the other fighter back into a corner, allowing a sudden hook on the other girl's right cheek. This sent the female into the post, her back sliding down the black pole in defeat.

The whistle rang out amongst the sea of exhausted people, a voice announcing the obvious of Kazuha's win.

"Determined could work…"

"Oh yeah? You think?"

Instead of replying, you watch with a tentative eye as Kazuha helps the dazed girl up, carrying her to her team of support before climbing out of the ring and taking her own rest on a slightly cushioned bench not too far away.

"You should definitely go talk to her," Yuna interjects, her hands already moved to push you in her general direction.

"She wouldn't want to talk! Look, she's too tired for that!"

"You'd be surprised, Y/n. The girl doesn't have a team. She has a coach and a manager, go be her medic for a few minutes. Go help the girl," Yuna says, pushing you yet again to get you moving.

You know you probably shouldn't, but you keep moving, letting your legs take on the challenge of getting you to the boxer without fail.

While approaching her, you notice the discarded boxing gloves already thrown to the side as she scraggly attempts to remove the headpiece too. But she's too tired, and her grip on the strap slips without trial.

"Excuse me?" You speak once within a reasonable earshot, earning her attention as she looks up at you. Her eyes are half lidded, face flushed with exhaustion as she stares at you, eyes not meeting your own, but they're definitely on you. "Do you need help by any chance?"

You watch as she swallows her pride, her eyes coming to a close as she provides a shaky nod to your words.

Blinking, you let your body work for you. Your hands move to her chin, tilting her head up as your fingers easily unstrap the headpiece before you pull it off her head, her face covered in thick sheets of sweat as an immense warmth radiates from her skin.

She lets out a deep sigh, letting her body slump against the cooler plaster of the wall behind her.

"You're cut?" You murmur, hands gently moving to point out the decently sized cut on her forearm, fresh with a small leakage of blood trailing from its separated walls.

To this, Kazuha could only lift her arm to see the damage, her barely open eyes shining with a glint of dissatisfaction before she let the limb fall onto her lap again.

Feeling unsure, you look back to find Yuna- and you're certainly surprised when you find the latter already staring back at you, her thumbs raised confidently in the air.

Your lip twitches as the cogs within your head sputter with fine rust. You know you'd feel too bad leaving the exhausted girl here alone, especially after finding out she doesn't have anyone to help aid her properly, but you haven't gotten any more signs of her wanting your help since you took off her head brace.

Deciding on the safer option, for her at least, you crouch down to meet her arm, tugging gently at her skin as you examine the cut properly. It's a shallow cut, but this wasn't something done just now. "You had this cut before, didn't you?" You ask, suggesting it's a reopening of a previous injury.

But you get no verbal response, and instead, you receive a small shake of her hand. This action hadn't helped you understand in the slightest, but you reached for the sterile wipes nonetheless.

Applying a light pressure to the wound, you listen as Kazuha lets out a small hiss, her teeth baring into one another as her face shifts to one of discomfort. "I'm sorry if this hurts," you apologise, dabbing at the reddened skin.

Observing the wound, you miss the stare Kazuha gives you. She had lifted her head, her dazed gaze watching you with an empty mind behind. She watched as you took your time, eyes narrowed as you cleaned her injury before moving to a dry towel to dab it dry.

Something in her mind cranked a switch as her own face seemed to soften- despite the constant jabs of pain seeping through her forearm. Her every thought was clouded with you at the moment, she had no time to take note of the pain, nor her own coach glaring at her, nor her friend- Sakura- who had come back with a water bottle for the latter.

Kazuha was star-struck.

"I'm gonna bandage your arm up, okay?" You ask, looking up at Kazuha. To this, Kazuha's eyes widen slightly as she averts her gaze, landing upon the curious look of Sakura. She keeps her eyes trained on her friend, sharing small expressions with the older girl in a communal way until finally, she no longer felt the warmth of your fingers upon her arm. Your skin was replaced by a rougher material, and it caused her to pull away from her staring contest. "Is that okay? Not too tight, not too loose?"

There was a comforting silence between you two, the sound of metal clanking and padded punches piloting the space. Your face was relaxed, eyes soft as you patiently awaited her response.

But of course, just like all of the other failed attempts, she hadn't uttered a single word.

"I'll take that as an okay?" You mumble, fumbling back to your feet, your hands swaying awkwardly by your sides "I'll leave you alone now. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable" you give her a smile. However, before you could turn away, only something that could be described as a miracle happened.

"I'm sorry"

She spoke. Kazuha actually spoke, and your mind fogged at the sudden action. She's calmly spoken, and the apologetic tone in her voice was very much present with her words.

"For what? You didn't do anything?"

There was yet another brief moment of despair and silence as she conjured up new words, her throat growing stiff under the twine of pressure.

"I'm sorry if I made you think I was uncomfortable… I've just never had someone want to help me… not without expecting anything in return"

Oh? You blink, your mind processing her shared information. "I promise it isn't anything to be sorry about. I just wanted to help you"

"Thank you," she presents a shy smile, her teeth prodding gently at her lips as she looks back down to her injury, observing the well-done wrap. It wasn't a drastic cut, but the gesture was sweet nonetheless. It made her feel noticed.

"Y/n!" The yell of a female intrudes on your conversation.

"I think someone wants you…" Kazuha points with two fingers to a spot behind you, her eyes sparkling under the monotone lights.

"I know" you give her a small laugh, glancing at the way her face temporarily flares up at the sound."I'll see you around, yeah?"

See you around? The sentence couldn't have been any more simple, yet it held a certain meaning that only you could decipher for the meanwhile. Because while it stated the obvious possibility of actually just seeing her around, it also implied the possibility of you wanting to see her again.

It made Kazuha feel warm. Never has anyone really wanted to see her again- not without selfish intentions. And while her mind may just be stretching the sentence for hope, maybe she found herself liking it…

"Yeah… I'd like that"

"It's settled then, I'll see you soon" you wave goodbye as you turn on your heel, returning to the blond you originally came with.

"Who was that?" Lia asks as you approach, her eyes straining away from the sweat drenched boxer."Do you know each other?"

"Kazuha?" You respond."No, I've- I've only just met her"

Lia takes a moment to hum, her chest falling upon the release of a deeper breath,"huh… okay then. Oh, I totally forgot to get a water bottle out of the bag before I put it away. Would you mind running back to get one for me?"

"Sure thing, I don't mind at all," you nod, stretching your arm to receive the key from the girl. "I won't be too long"

"Just don't get lost," Lia calls out as you leave the room, immediately stalking her way over to the dark-haired boxer with a polite demeanour. Her mind absorbed the girl and her closed off body language.

Kazuha was too deep in her own little world to have even noticed the smaller girl. But the intriguing words that spilt from the latter had her hooked.

"Are you busy later?"

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: A new college means new faces, and although you already have a set of friends to hang out with, you can't help but be drawn to the two campus heartthrobs... and they can't help but be drawn to you too...

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𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓

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𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: [𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍]

@zuhasfavwife @havex00 @lesleepyyy @i06kkura @luvjanexx

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TBOSAS on Crack short take (75)

*The wrong phone call*

Sejanus: Hey, Babe.

Coryo: Yes, Babe?

Sejanus: Can I ask you a question?

Coryo: What’s wrong? Are you being bullied again?

Sejanus: No. I-

Coryo: Who was it? Was it Jubilee? Peacekeeper Joe? I’ll ask Urban and Pup to fight them for us.

Sejanus: No need! I just want to know someone’s phone number.

Coryo: But you already have our phone numbers. Even Arachne’s and Livia’s.

Sejanus: I know.😔

Coryo: So who do you want to call? Lepidus Malmsey? Lucky Flickerman?

Sejanus: Oh, Panem, no. I don’t like weird magical clowns.

Coryo: Mama Cardew?

Sejanus: Heck, no! She might even kill me with my family’s taxes.

Coryo: President Ravinstill?

Sejanus: He’s a dinosaur.

Coryo: Mrs. Aurelia Ravinstill?

Sejanus: Aurelia? Who’s that?

Coryo: The Vice President of Panem.

Sejanus: Oh, she’s the one who’s extremely allergic to charity, poor people, and homeless Hilari!😀

Coryo: Yes, that’s right.

Sejanus: At least our poor Felix didn’t inherit his mean mother’s explosive temper.

Coryo: Fortunately.

Sejanus: Thank Panem.

Coryo: So who is it?

Sejanus: Who’s what?

Coryo: Who do you want to call?

Sejanus: Oh, right! I almost forgot. Do you perhaps know the phone number of Professor Sickle?

Coryo: No. Why?

Sejanus: I accidentally left my ✨Bread Body Bag✨ inside her office yesterday and I really need it back before my Ma finds out.

Coryo: You left your precious B.B.B inside Professor Sickle’s office?!

Sejanus: Yeah, but to be fair, I was busy searching for something very important-

Coryo: You were busy searching for my pretty feet pics, weren’t you?

Sejanus: And Creed’s.

Coryo: I knew it.😑

Sejanus: So. . .

Coryo: Ask Ney Ney. She’s her fam.

Sejanus: Ok! Whatever you say, my love!😍 *turns to Vipsania* Hey, Ney Ney!

Vipsania: *is sleeping like a pure little lamb*

Sejanus: She’s asleep.☹️

Coryo: Not for long.

Sejanus: What do you mean?

Coryo: Hey, Ney Ney, your beloved dumbbells and expensive running shoes are on fire! They’re on fire!

Vipsania: *immediately wakes up* Call the fire brigade and Creed’s working ambulance right now!

Coryo: I’m poor.

Vipsania: Call my daddy too!

Sejanus: Ney Ney, calm down. We’re just kidding-

Vipsania: But don’t tell my mommy! She will celebrate my demise!😭

Coryo: Vipsania Sickle, for the love of Panem, do you know your auntie’s phone number?!

Vipsania: My auntie’s what?

Coryo: Phone number!

Vipsania: Why?

Coryo: My boyfriend needs it.

Sejanus: I’m Coryo’s boyfriend.😀

Coryo: We know, Babe.

Sejanus: Just saying.

Vipsania: What do I get in return?

Coryo: What do you want?

Vipsania: The latest treadmill?

Sejanus: Deal!

Vipsania: Fine. Give me your phone. I’ll call her myself.

Festus: *walks in* Hey, guys!

Vipsania: Hey, Creed!

Hilarius: We’re back!

Apollo: We brought snacks!

Diana: Banana!

Felix: Hey, Coryo, I brought you your daily cabbage. Catch!

Coryo: Thanks, Class Pres! You’re the best!

Felix: You’re welcome.

Sejanus: How about me?😀

Coryo: You’re my boyfriend. You’re always the best in my eyes, Babe.

Sejanus: Coryo, kiss.😘

Coryo: Later.

Sejanus: When?

Coryo: After lunch.

Sejanus: Broom closet?🥺

Coryo: As always.

Sejanus: Yey!

Hilarius: How about me?😀

Coryo: No.

Hilarius: But I want a kiss too.😢

Coryo: Get your own sugar daddy.

Hilarius: Hey, Felix!

Felix: No.

Hilarius: Is your crazy President Gran Gran still available?

Felix: What the f*ck, Hilari!

Hilarius: Is he?

Felix: He’s like a hundred years old! He’s a dinosaur!

Hilarius: Just asking.

Felix: Don’t ask me again.

Hilarius: Is your daddy available?

Felix: He’s happily married!

Hilarius: How about your crazy uncle Achilles? Is he available?

Felix: He’s in prison!

Hilarius: For what?

Felix: For smuggling fireworks.

Hilarius: That’s illegal?

Felix: No. He just wanted to fly.

Hilarius: Dammit.

Coryo: Bro, I thought that you were pregnant with Strabo Plinth’s baby.

Hilarius: Oh, that’s right! Thanks for reminding me, Snowy.

Coryo: Anytime, virgin.

Hilarius: Sejanus, pay up.

Sejanus: Ask my old man.

Hilarius: Mr. Plinth scares me and I need money right now.

Sejanus: I’m not paying child support.

Hilarius: But we’re family!

Sejanus: You’re not my Coryo and you’re not carrying my baby!

Coryo: That’s right!

Hilarius: But good sir, my poor miracle baby is still your half brother!

Sejanus: Your fake baby with Strabo Plinth is not my half brother!

Hilarius: Half sister?

Sejanus: You’re dead to me.

Hilarius: Coryo, help!😫

Coryo: Lol. I’m recording this.

Festus: So what’s up?

Vipsania: We’re calling my auntie.

Festus: What for?

Felix: Are we in trouble?

Hilarius: Is the gym on fire?

Apollo: Are we dancing again?

Diana: Banana?

Coryo: No. My Seji Pie left his precious B.B.B inside her office yesterday.

Diana: B.B.B?

Coryo: Bread Body Bag.

Festus: Lol. His Ma will kill him.

Sejanus: My Ma will kill me.🥲

Vipsania: Then stop crying and whining and give me your most expensive phone right now.

Sejanus: Here.

Vipsania: Thanks. *starts pressing random numbers*

Festus: Yo, it’s ringing!

Coryo: Obviously.🙄

Felix: Are we even allowed to call Professor Sickle?

Hilarius: Calling your auntie is not illegal, Class Pres.

Felix: In my family, it is.

Vipsania: Well, she’s my aunt and I’m her favorite niece. She’ll answer my calls. Just you wait.

Felix: Turn the volume up. I want to hear the conversation.

Apollo: I wanna hear it too!

Diana: Banana?🥺

Vipsania: Fine. There.

Com.Hoff: *picks up the phone* Hello? This is District 12’s Commander Hoff speaking.

Coryo: Commander who?

Felix: District 12?

Vipsania: Auntie?😀

Sejanus: *quickly grabs the phone* Professor, I’m so sorry but can you give me back my precious ✨Bread Body Bag✨?!

Com.Hoff: Your what?

Sejanus: My body bag!

Com.Hoff: Body bag? What body bag?!

Sejanus: Are you Professor Sickle?

Com.Hoff: Are you a rebel?

Sejanus: A what?

Com.Hoff: Are you a rebel?!

Sejanus: No. I’m baby.

Com.Hoff: Tell me the truth, boy!

Sejanus: I’m baby!

Com.Hoff: Are you stupid?!

Coryo: *grabs the phone* Why are you shouting at my sugar daddy, you creep?!

Com.Hoff: Sugar daddy?!

Coryo: He pays for my bills and groceries!

Com.Hoff: So?

Coryo: Creep.

Com.Hoff: I’m not a creep!

Hilarius: Are you a pole dancer?

Com.Hoff: A what?!

Hilarius: A pole dancer!

Com.Hoff: I’m the commander!

Hilarius: A commanding pole dancer?

Felix: Is that a new position?

Apollo: Cool.

Com.Hoff: No!

Festus: How much do you make?

Diana: How much for a dance?

Com.Hoff: Where’s the body bag?!

Coryo: None of your business!

Com.Hoff: Tell me now!

Coryo: No! My Seji Pie will cry!

Sejanus: I will cry!

Com.Hoff: Where are you?

Coryo: Where are you?!

Com.Hoff: I’m in District 12!

Coryo: You’re a forest hippie and a pole dancer?!

Diana: Nice! A versatile man!

Com.Hoff: I’m not versatile!

Vipsania: In bed?

Com.Hoff: What the actual f*ck.

Festus: So you’re a loser?

Com.Hoff: Give me your current location.

Felix: Sorry. We’re still planning our next class vacation.

Com.Hoff: Where are you?!

Festus: In your mom’s ugly closet!

Hilarius: Under your pathetic bed!

Apollo: Behind your back!

Diana: Banana!

Com.Hoff: You bastards!

Festus: I’m stealing her hats!

Felix: And I’m wearing her dress!

Hilarius: Oh, look! An eyeliner!

Com.Hoff: Give them back!

Hilarius: Do you want to see my pretty feet pics? I’m selling.😀

Com.Hoff: How much?

Hilarius: 50 bucks.

Com.Hoff: I will find you and I will kill you-

Vipsania: Wrong number!

Com.Hoff: Don’t hang up!

Festus: Bye, loser!

Com.Hoff: I’ll buy those feet pics!

Hilarius: Really?😀

Com.Hoff: Are they prettier than General Crassus Snow’s feet pics?

Coryo: F*ck no. *hangs up*

Vipsania: So who wants pasta?

Coryo: Ney Ney, don’t tell me-

Vipsania: Yeah, I don’t know my favorite auntie’s current phone number. Sorry.

Coryo: That’s impossible.

Vipsania: I was kicked out of the house, remember?😢

Coryo: Do you want a tissue?

Vipsania: Give me the whole box.

Festus: Let’s call again!

Apollo: Let me try! *grabs the phone and dials a random phone number* There!

Diana: It’s ringing. I’m excited!😆

Felix: Shh! Somebody might hear us.

Hilarius: I just hope they’ll buy my feet pics.

Coryo: Hilari, please-

Hilarius: Poor homeless Hilari needs some fast cash right now.

Festus: And poor Festus Creed needs poor homeless Hilarius Heavensbee to pay his freaking rent!

Hilari: I’m trying my best!

Festus: Penelope disagrees.

Hilarius: She’s a rat!

Festus: And she disagrees!

Sejanus: I still need to get my body bag though.☹️

Coryo: Don’t be too sad, Babe. We’ll just ask Anderson to steal your bread bag later.

Sejanus: Ok!☺️

Vipsania: Quiet!

Mayfair: *picks up the phone* Hello? This is District 12’s Mayor’s daughter speaking.

Coryo: Ew! A cheater!

Mayfair: Lucy Gray?!

Diana: Are you a pole dancer too?

Mayfair: Who the f*ck is this?!

Apollo: I’m the sun god!

Diana: And I’m the moon goddess!

Hilarius: And I’m having your dear daddy’s miracle baby next summer!

Mayfair: My daddy’s what?!

Hilarius: Pay up, sister!

Mayfair: I’m not your sister!

Hilarius: I need child support!

Mayfair: Go f*ck yourself!

Coryo: Your daddy’s a cheater!

Mayfair: And you’re a stupid whor-

Sejanus: Take that back!

Mayfair: Cry harder, loser!

Coryo: Well, tell your stupid boyfriend to suck a f*ckin’ di-

Mayfair: *hangs up*

Coryo: The audacity! Call her again, Class Pres!

Felix: Fine. *dials back*

Mayfair: Hello? This is Mayfair-

Coryo: Suck a d*ck!

Mayfair: F*ck you, you whor-

Coryo: *immediately hangs up* There! I won. I’m happy now.☺️

Sejanus: I’m happy too!

Festus: My turn! *grabs the phone*

Diana: Me next!

Hilarius: But-

Festus: It’s ringing!

Apollo: Felix, you answer!

Felix: I hope it’s not my mom.

Hilarius: Or mine.

Festus: My “dearest” mommy never picks up my calls.

Coryo: Creed, do you need a hug?

Festus: Yes, please.

Coryo: *hugs Festus*

Sejanus: I need a hug too!

Coryo: Fine. Come here.

Sejanus: Yey!

Elmer: *picks up the phone* Hello? This is District 13’s Elmer Coin speaking.

Felix: Elmer Coin?

Elmer: Yes, I’m Elmer Coin.

Felix: Never heard of you before.

Elmer: I’m the current president of District 13!

Felix: What’s District 13?

Apollo: Are you the mole people?

Elmer: Seriously?

Festus: District 13 doesn’t exist.

Elmer: Who told you that lie?

Festus: It’s a universal truth, you uncultured swine!

Elmer: District 13 still exist!

Coryo: I’m poor. So I need to disagree.

Elmer: I swear we still exist!

Felix: My mommy said you don’t!

Elmer: Your poor mother’s wrong.

Felix: My mommy is never wrong and she’s allergic to poor people.

Elmer: I’m not poor!

Felix: Not on my mommy’s watch!

Elmer: Your evil government is brainwashing your mother!

Felix: My mommy is literally the Vice President of Panem.

Elmer: She’s the VP?!

Felix: And my lovely daddy is her secretary.

Elmer: Seriously?!

Hilarius: *grabs the phone from Felix* Do you want to buy my pretty feet pics? They’re on sale.

Elmer: Who are you?!

Hilarius: I’m Hilarius.

Elmer: You’re not funny.

Hilarius: But I’m Hilarius!

Elmer: Are you rebels?

Felix: I’m allergic to rebels.

Elmer: Not you, you freak.

Felix: I’m not a freak. I’m a sweet baby Ravinstill.

Elmer: Same thing.

Coryo: Are you a mole person?

Elmer: I’m not a mole!

Hilarius: Do you live underground?

Elmer: That’s none of your business!

Apollo: Do you sell glue?

Elmer: How old are you?

Apollo: Physically or mentally?

Sejanus: I’m from District 2 and I’m old enough to screw!😀

Coryo: We know, Babe.

Elmer: That’s great! You’re one of us! Do you need some help?

Sejanus: On my biology homework? Of course!

Elmer: Homework?

Sejanus: Yes, homework! Our insane Professor will most likely fail me.

Elmer: Why?

Sejanus: She hates me and I’m dumb.

Festus: Same.

Apollo: Do mole people like to eat snakes or spiders?

Elmer: I’m not a mole!

Apollo: Doubt.

Elmer: Am I talking to a bunch of stupid children right now?!

Vipsania: Maybe.

Sejanus: My gorgeous Snow Bae and I will be having 24 kids and more!😊

Elmer: You’ll have 24 kids?!

Sejanus: And more!

Vipsania: I’m baby.

Coryo: Jealous, Elmer?

Elmer: You’re a child!

Coryo: My boyfriend’s rich and I’m pregnant!

Hilarius: I’m pregnant too!

Elmer: So?

Hilarius: So pay up, Elmer!

Elmer: Pay up?!

Hilarius: I need child support!

Elmer: I’m not paying anything!

Hilarius: It’s your baby!

Elmer: *immediately hangs up*

Hilarius: The audacity! *dials back*

Elmer: Hello? This is D13’s leader-

Hilarius: Pay my f*ckin’ child support, you b*tch!

Elmer: Go away!

Hilarius: You’re a mole f*cker!

Elmer: A what?!

Hilarius: *quickly hangs up* So who’s hungry?😊

Festus: I’m hungry.

Coryo: Me too. Let’s eat.

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

Have you done rindou headcanons before? I'd love to see what you think of him, outside of gang fights I think he's a pretty chill guy 🫶

If I have then I no longer remember them but these are what I've got now!

Knows how to perfectly braid hair, he's been forced to do Ran's before when he was too sleepy to do it himself.

Secretly competes with people a lot, if he's on a treadmill then he'll try to out run others who are next to him.

Has hidden Ran's baton as a way to mess with him before 

Craves a hug a lot but has no one to ask, not without being ridiculed for it.

Has a personalised water bottle which he takes with him to the gym

He's one of those shoe guys, where he owns lots and lots of trainers, takes the time to clean them too.

Wants a dog (he loves how fun they seem and wants to take one for walks)

Sometimes he enters into jujitsu tournaments but not for the prize or to practise, just because he likes having all the attention for once.

Isn't very good at team sports and actively tried to avoid them in school

Was the first one to come up with the tattoo idea, though Ran was the one with the matching idea.

Everytime Ran goes to the salon, Rindou blasts music throughout the house while he's gone.

The reason their house is so messy is because Rindou refuses to always be the one to clean (both of them are too stubborn to clean first)

Likes strawberry flavoured things best

Always says he doesn't want kids but changes his mind in the future either when his partner suggests it or he finds out they already are. Actually comes to like the idea.

Got injured during his very first fight because he didn't remove his glasses before. (They broke and the glass cut him) He's always careful to remove them first now.

Once he gets a partner he likes to surprise them with small gifts, will bring flowers when he sees them etc

Eventually got over his "training session" with Kakucho and invited Kakucho to come to the gym with him instead.

Likes to do morning stretches on their balcony 

Likes cologne and takes pride in choosing the nicest scents

Had a teddy bear as a kid that he was super attached to, so attached that he still has it (it's hidden in his room). Ran still teases him about it.

Gets very enthusiastic about his music and film collection, when he gets a new friend or partner he happily spends a lot of time showing them everything.

The first time he did the splits he was so excited about it he immediately showed Ran.