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From Gym to Street: Versatile Sports Pants for Active Women

Introduction

In today’s fast-paced world, active women demand clothing that not only supports their workout routines but also transitions seamlessly into their daily lives. Enter sports pants for women—the ultimate blend of functionality and style. Whether you’re hitting the gym, running errands, or meeting friends for a casual lunch, the right pair of sports pants can be your go-to wardrobe staple. In this blog, we’ll explore the versatility of sports pants for women, discuss key features to look for, and answer some frequently asked questions.

The Rise of Versatile Sports Pants for Women

From Gym to Street: A Growing Trend

The trend of wearing athletic wear beyond the gym has gained tremendous popularity. No longer confined to workout sessions, sports pants for women are now seen as a fashionable and practical choice for various settings. This shift has been driven by the increasing demand for comfortable yet stylish clothing that can keep up with an active lifestyle.

Key Features of Sports Pants for Women

Comfort and Fit

When it comes to choosing the perfect pair of sports pants for women, comfort is key. Look for pants made from moisture-wicking fabrics that keep you dry and comfortable during intense workouts. Additionally, the fit should be snug but not restrictive, allowing for full range of motion whether you’re doing yoga, lifting weights, or running errands.

Style and Design

Sports pants for women come in a variety of styles and designs to suit different preferences and activities. From high-waisted leggings that offer tummy control to joggers with a relaxed fit, there’s something for everyone. Choose designs that flatter your body type and complement your personal style, making it easier to transition from gym wear to casual wear.

Durability and Quality

Investing in high-quality sports pants for women ensures longevity. Look for pants with reinforced seams, durable fabrics, and quality stitching. This not only ensures that your pants will withstand the rigors of your workout routine but also maintain their appearance after multiple washes.

Styling Sports Pants for Women Beyond the Gym

Casual and Chic

One of the biggest advantages of sports pants for women is their versatility. Pair them with a casual tee or a crop top for a laid-back, chic look that’s perfect for running errands or meeting friends. Add a denim jacket and some sneakers, and you’re good to go!

Office Ready

Yes, you can even wear sports pants for women to the office! Opt for a sleek, black pair with a tailored fit, and pair them with a blouse and a blazer. This look is not only comfortable but also polished enough for a professional setting.

Evening Outfits

For a night out, elevate your sports pants for women by pairing them with a stylish top and some heels. Choose pants with a glossy finish or subtle detailing like mesh panels to add a touch of glam to your outfit.

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)

1. What are the best fabrics for sports pants for women?

The best fabrics for sports pants for women are moisture-wicking materials like polyester and nylon blends. These fabrics are breathable, quick-drying, and provide the flexibility needed for various activities. Additionally, fabrics with a bit of spandex offer the stretch necessary for comfort and mobility.

2. How do I choose the right size for sports pants?

When choosing the right size for sports pants for women, it’s important to consider both fit and function. The pants should fit snugly but not too tight, allowing for free movement. Refer to the size chart provided by the manufacturer and consider your body measurements, particularly the waist, hips, and inseam. If you’re between sizes, it’s often better to size up for comfort.

3. Can sports pants for women be worn in all seasons?

Yes, sports pants for women can be worn in all seasons with the right styling. For colder months, opt for fleece-lined or thermal sports pants that provide warmth. In warmer weather, lightweight and breathable options are ideal. Layering is key—pair your pants with the appropriate tops and outerwear to suit the season.

4. How should I care for my sports pants to ensure they last?

To ensure your sports pants for women last, follow the care instructions on the label. Generally, it’s best to wash them in cold water with like colors and avoid using fabric softeners, which can affect the moisture-wicking properties. Air drying is preferable to maintain the elasticity and shape of the pants. If you must use a dryer, use a low heat setting.

5. What are the most versatile styles of sports pants for women?

The most versatile styles of sports pants for women include high-waisted leggings, joggers, and capris. High-waisted leggings offer support and can be styled for both gym and street wear. Joggers are perfect for a more relaxed look, and capris are great for warmer weather or activities that require more leg movement.

Conclusion

Ladies yoga pants are no longer just for workouts—they’re a versatile wardrobe essential that can take you from the gym to the street with ease. With the right pair, you can enjoy comfort, style, and functionality in one. Whether you’re heading to a yoga class, running errands, or meeting friends, sports pants offer the perfect balance between fashion and function. So go ahead, find your perfect pair, and embrace the versatility that sports pants for women bring to your active lifestyle.

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all yours | leah williamson x reader x lia wälti

when r finds out that their two bestfriends (and secret crushes) have gotten together on a trip they go into a meltdown of feeling left out and unloved - lw2 sort them out and show them just how loved they are by the two of them

just fluff, angst, confessions of love, lack of taking care of themselves and zero editing or proof reading because it’s 1am rn and i have to be at school at 8 ☠️

Lia and Leah. The indomitable couple, that had very quickly become the talk of the soccer community. They were a power couple, the swiss and english captain surprising the whole women's football community when announcing their relationship. You were happy for them, the two women were your best friends in the whole world, so when the photos from their recent trip during a international break to Ibiza had popped up you should have been ecstatic, but for some reason you couldn’t help but feel a pang of something else.

The two women were your best friends in the entire world, but you also harboured feelings for both of the women, and now that they were romantically involved you couldn’t help but feel a little bit gutted at the idea that when they returned to Arsenal for the season it would be the two of them together as a couple, and not the three of you as best friends. You were obviously happy for them, sending them a flurry of congratulations and expressions of your happiness about them getting together, but you couldn’t help the feeling in your gut that was almost making you jealous of what the two women had.

You spent the few days left of the break confined to your flat, in too much of a slump to go any further from your bed then to your home gym that was in your spare bedroom.

When the break ended you forced yourself to gather up the guts to return to the Arsenal training ground, pulling together every part of you just to make it to training. When you walked into the change rooms they were already full of your teammates, all of them in various states of undress and engaging in a series of activities. Leah and Lia were the first people to recognise your presence, calling out for you to come and sit with them over near Leah’s cubby, but you ignored them, walking straight towards your own. You didn’t even make it to the locker though before Katie was sliding down on the bench directly in front of you, stopping you from slinging your kit bag into your cubby.

“What’s got you down today, y/l/n?”

Her voice was so playful, everything that you normally loved about the woman, but today you had no tolerance. You’d hardly slept, you’d been too tired to make your morning coffee or breakfast so you were an uncaffeinated grump.

You shoved Katie out of the way, with a quick push, moving her far enough out of your way that you were able to slide your bag into the cubby and begin to strip off your tracksuit and hoodie so you could throw on your training gear.

“Wow, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed, or was it somebody else's bed?”

It was in Katie’s nature to be annoying, she was one of your best friends, an older sister to you in a lot of ways and normally you had quite a lot of tolerance for her prodding, but today your sleep deprived form wasn’t having any of it.

“Fuck off Katie.”

Your voice was cutthroat, as you tugged your Arsenal hoodie over your head and replaced it with your training kit. You then followed with toeing off the runners you had on and sliding your track pants down your legs, letting them pool at your ankle before stepping out of them and throwing them into your cubby.

“Ooh, she’s fiery today, you can tell me darl, who’s the lucky lady or lass?”

You rolled your eyes, biting down on your tongue to stop you from saying anything seriously offensive to the older woman, for your own safety.

You pulled your training shorts up and then sat down on the bench, pulling your socks and cleats out of your bag.

“Not that it’s any of your fucking business, but nobody, so go fuck with somebody else because you are getting jack out of me this morning, fuck off.”

It was a lot of expletives, something unusual for you. You didn’t like to swear, in fact off the pitch you rarely swore, but today you felt so on edge, so out of place. There were tears brimming behind your eyes, tears that would never fall but burned your eyes all the same. Katie looked like she was going to say something else but Kim became your saving grace, getting in between the two of you and tugging Katie over to her own cubby, leaving you on your own.

You made quick work of your socks and cleats, slipping them easily over your feet, the part you struggled with was your laces, your hands shaking too badly to even get a grip on the fine pieces of polyester. It was embarrassingly humbling, your brain very quickly becoming aggravated at your inability to complete the one basic task. You glared down at your laces, ready to curse them out as well when your hands were grabbed by someone else's. You froze immediately, looking up to locate the source of the hands that were binding your hands from continuing to fail at the task they had.

You frowned a little bit at Viv. Aware, that the older woman probably wasn’t exactly happy with your treatment of your teammate. She didn’t say anything though, didn’t reprimand you, just pushed your hands up to rest on the bench and began the task of tying up your laces.

“What’s up?”

Viv’s words were hushed, so nobody else in the locker room could hear them beside you. Her words were soft, genuine, caring.

“Nothing, I’m fine.”

Viv rolled her eyes, finishing your left foot and then moving onto tying up your right one.

“You aren’t very good at lying, jochie.”

Your jaw locked at Viv’s words, watching her finish your left boot, as soon as her hands had left your feet you shot up off the bench, pushing her away as well and marching to the change room door, making your way out towards the training ground before Viv had the opportunity to ask you about your feelings again.

You trained like shit. Your sleep deprivation and lack of energy clear in your actions, you were sloppy, inaccurate and overall just poor in performance. You were approached multiple times by both Leah and Lia, as well as Kim and Jonas, who all seemed a little bit shocked by the shell of a player you were on the field. Before the break you’d been on top of your game, you were unstoppable on the pitch, scoring goals and assists. Your training session hardly reflected that though, on the pitch you looked like a rookie, you were playing like a rookie. You avoided them all as much as you could, especially the couple.

By the end of training you were rushing off the pitch, getting changed as quickly as possible and then getting to your car in record time, avoiding anybody who got in your way.

The couple were extremely shocked by your behaviour, the two of them sharing glances throughout the whole of training and in the change rooms afterwards, the both of them equally perplexed by your behaviour. On the drive home they shared similar thoughts, the both of them were equally worried about you and equally confused about your behaviour.

The next few days only got worse for you. Your lack of sleep and nutrition were affecting you even more and none of the girls came anywhere near you in the locker rooms, having observed Katie, Viv and Beth all be on the flip side of your outbursts when the three of them tried to push you. It wasn’t pretty and you knew that you were getting very close to getting a proper dressing down from Kim, your days were becoming numbered and you knew that if you didn’t pick up your act you were going to get a serious sit down.

You just couldn’t find it in you to care, all you could think about was the two women that had a few weeks ago been your best friends in the entire world. They were everywhere, at training, at team dinner, at team movie night. Everywhere you went they were there, so you found solace in your house which was the only space you had to yourself. The two women had been texting you, calling you, even daring to show up to the door of your flat, spending ten minutes knocking on the door. It had been ten agonising minutes in which you’d buried yourself in your bedsheets, patiently awaiting the two women to lead. Your avoidance had been going reasonably well, you weren’t in their gym group so they didn’t really have an excuse to approach you then, your cubby was on the other side of the locker room and you actively avoided them in training sessions.

It was going as fine as fine could go, you totally weren’t crying yourself to sleep every night thinking of the two women, or scrolling through both of their feeds everyday and looking at the old pictures of you three from merely a few weeks ago. It was all going fine until they cornered you in the locker rooms after a particularly rough training session.

It shouldn’t have been a rough session, Katie had been put on you and she was a rough defender but you were faster and more agile, but not with your sleep deprivation and malnutrition. Every time you got the ball she came at you, laying tackles that you would normally walk off easily, but today it had all hurt more, all been so much rougher. The third tackle had you woozy and unable to walk in a straight line, so you’d been accompanied off the field onto the sidelines where you’d resided for the rest of training.

When training had finished you’d disappeared into the change rooms, hoping that you would be able to slip out before everybody else as you’d done for the last week of training.

Instead though, when you were just finishing getting changed you were cornered by the couple, Leah pinning you down to the bench with her hands so you were unable to get up.

“You’ve been avoiding us.”

You kept your eyes on your feet, unable to look at the soft eyes of the two women.

“I’ve just been busy.”

It was a white lie, one you were sure that the two women saw right through.

“No you haven’t, you’ve been avoiding us and neither of us can figure out why.”

Leah’s words felt like a hot iron against your brain, the words branding into your skull.

Lia’s hand fell to your chin, pulling it up from your feet so you were forced to look at the couple.

“I haven’t been avoiding you.”

Leah rolled her eyes at you, the blonde woman not even acknowledging your blatant lie.

“Yes you have, and now you're avoiding it, you haven’t talked to us since before the break and you’ve clearly not been looking after yourself, so what’s up, y/n/n?”

You bit your lip, trying your hardest to pull your eyes from Leah but her hold on your chin making it hard.

“Fuck off will you?”

It was the same aggression you’d been hiding behind all week, the same aggression you’d been using to push everyone else out. It was malicious, cut throat, everything the two women knew you weren’t. You were hiding behind it as a coping mechanism, and they knew it. So whilst it worked at pushing the rest of your teammates out, it did nothing but make them more concerned about you, their hearts clenching at the way your muscles tensed against Leah’s hand and the way your face thrashed against her grip, she didn’t let go though, to scared that if she let go they’d never be able to get you back again.

“You know that I won’t sweet, we care about you too much, so what’s up, tell me, you know you can trust me.”

You shook your head against her hand, burning tears pooling in the corners of your eyes, tears that you refused to let fall, you were on emotional lock down, too scared to let a single one fall, because you knew that if you did it would just end up worse.

“Fuck off, fuck off, fuck off.”

Your words were murmured like a ritual, like a reminder to your brain that you needed to push them out, you needed to push them out so they could stay pushed out of your brain.

“Pushing us out isn’t going to work, bunny.”

Lia’s voice was softer in comparison to Leah’s, attempting to coax you into some kind of comfortable submission that would ice out the anger leaking from your body. She was the water to Leah’s fire.

“I’m fine.”

Leah rolled her eyes.

“I find that hard to believe,” Leah frowned at the little tinge of something roll across your face and her confrontation, “The bags under your eyes tell me that you haven’t slept properly in at least the last week, you’ve lost weight and you were so dizzy early that you looked like you hadn’t drunk water in a month, so you aren’t fine and your hiding it, which means your even less fine, so I’ll ask you once again what’s up?”

You finally managed to free your chin of Leah’s grip, standing up quickly from the bench and almost managed to slip past the two women but one of Lia’s muscular arms managed to catch you around the waist, securely bringing you to her side, holding you down against it.

“Not so fast liebling, Lee asked you a question and you are going to answer it.”

“Nothing’s up.”

It was clear that neither of the women believed you.

“Rightyo then, you’re coming home with us, Jonas’ orders.”

You frowned deeply again.

“No, I don’t have to go home with you, I have my own home, I am a fucking adult I don’t need you two babysitting me.”

You watched as Leah frowned steadily at you, picking up your bag and her own before nodding at Lia who began to tug you along behind them.

“If you want to play this weekend then you will come home with us, you’ve clearly not been taking care of your own health and until you do, you need supervision, call it babysitting if you’d like, I’d call it hanging out with your best friends but whatever works for you.”

You cowered slightly at the passive aggressive tone that Leah used towards you, her voice cutting deeply into your brain, leaving a deep enough impression for you to get the message that this decision had been made for you and you didn’t have a say in what was happening. So you let them lead you to Leah’s car, let Lia buckle you into the backseat and then slide in beside you and didn’t object as Leah started to drive you back towards her house.

Most of your nights and weekends had been spent at Leah’s house, a few weeks ago you two had been inseparable, you’d grown up together, the two of you inseparable Milton Keynes girls. When you’d moved away from home you’d been each other's first roommates, you’d always wanted more but you’d been too afraid to compromise your friendship. Then somewhere along your careers Lia had entered your friendship and the three of you had very quickly become inseparable. There had always been tension between the three of you, drunken kisses shared between all of you, handsy exchanges that you’d always pawned off on the two other women just being touchy. Apparently though they had been more than just touchy for each other, and you couldn’t help but feel a little bit left out, like they were experiencing a whole other level of your relationship that only the two of them would feel.

When you’d pulled up to Leah’s flat you’d felt a part of your stomach drop, the anxiety of having to be in a house with the two women setting in and making you feel sick. Lia’s hand had found it’s way to your knee cap, squeezing it slightly. When Leah parked her car the two of them exited the vehicle, Lia apparently being tasked with carrying all of your bags and Leah being tasked with getting you inside.

She’d walked around to your side of the car, unstrapping your seatbelt and pulling you up out of your seat by pulling you up by your armpits. You went limp against her, all of the emotions, all of the angry shields, all of the fakeness and disregard for your general health making you well and truly spent, your body had identified you were no longer in danger, no longer in a space where you had to put up shields and it had come to the conclusion that you now no longer had to do that. So you let Leah man handle you up the stairs, let her tug your shoes off at the door and drag you across her floorboards, until she managed to get to her couch and sit the both of you down on it.

She sat herself down first, getting herself situated on the lounge before laying you down in between her legs, so your head was resting steadily against her chest. Your body still in its mellowed out state, your brain floating in a sort of haze that you couldn’t even begin to comprehend. Eventually Lia rejoined the two of you, freshly showered and dressed. She came bearing three cups of hot cocoa and slotted herself in between Leah’s legs and my own, criss crossing on top of my feet. The pressure felt good, relaxing, and calming. Lia passed me one of the ups and I took a tentative sip, the feeling of the warm chocolate slipping down my throat, nothing besides complete divinity.

“So, what’s really up, hm?”

Lia’s voice was as soft as silk, gliding through the room and falling gently upon your ears.

“Nothing’s up.”

Your voice was gruff in comparison, nothing close to anything that was happening in this room, your tone felt out of place, just like you felt in between the two. Like you were an unfit jigsaw piece.

“Honey, I don’t know why you feel like you need to lie to us, but you don’t, whatever it is we can sort it out, you know that we’d never judge you right?”

Lia’s words were so soft, so smooth, so calming and yet they did absolutely nothing to calm the feelings inside your soul, the feelings of complete yearning for the two women that now seemed completely forbidden.

“It’s stupid.”

You felt Leah’s head lean over your own, looking down at you from her place from above you, one of her eyebrows raised in questioning.

“Nothing you feel is stupid, bunny.”

The nickname bunny came from when you and Leah were kids. You’d been a fluff ball as a kid, a fluffy ball of blonde hair that had somehow ended up with Leah nicknaming you bunny. It had somehow stuck throughout your teenage years and your years at Arsenal, as much as it riled you up.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

You felt like a kid, with the two women looking down at you as if you were their child.

“Too bad, we are. Whatever it is has clearly taken a massive toll on your health and wellbeing and we can’t have that. It helps to talk, so talk to us, talk to us like you did a few weeks ago.”

You pushed yourself out of Leah’s arms, standing up in her living room and beginning to pace in front of the two women, your heels digging into the material of the carpet.

“You want to know what’s up? You two go to Ibiza for a week, a trip I would have gone on if I didn’t have family commitments. You come back and the two of you are fucking dating, you didn’t tell my anything, I didn’t even get a fucking phone call to say, guess what your two bestfriends have gotten together. It’s messing with my head, because we were all touchy and handsy, we all made out with eachother and I pawned it off as the three of us just being close, but turns out it wa just the two of you and I’m a fucking third wheel and now I just feel like you’re tugging me along because you feel bad for me, not because you actually give two shits about our friendship.”

Leah’s arms stopped you from pacing, making you realise that tears were now slowly dipping down your face at a steady rate. Leah tugged you back down into her arms, wrapping them both around you to secure you to her chest.

“Bunny, bunny, take deep breaths for me, it’s okay.”

You shook your head against her body, thrashing and pushing against her grip but she refused to let you go, not when she now knew how much she’d hurt you now.

“It’s not fine, it’s not fine, you two love each other and I love you both but you don’t love me, you don’t want me, not how I want either of you, not how I feel for either of you.”

You felt Leah take a deep breath from behind you, her own tears nor brimming in the back of her eyes, now beginning to feel the true depth of her and Lia’s actions.

“Bunny, we both love you so much, more than you would ever know and I’m so sorry you’ve felt this way, I’m so sorry that we never communicated anything with you. Me and Lia, we love you, we’ve always loved you, hell I’ve loved you since we were 5. The last few years, we’ve been trying so fucking hard to get you to realise, to get you to understand the magnitude of how much we love you. But you never did, the drunken kisses, the secret glances and touches, we thought it was all platonic for you and after a while, the two of us began to think that we were waiting for nothing, so in Ibiza we bit the bullet, we decided that we couldn’t wait around for a person who didn’t reciprocate our feelings. I am so sorry we never saw it, I’m so sorry that neither of us were confident enough to just ask you the question, but we’re going to work it out now, we’re going to make it all work out, I promise you.”

Your body relaxed fully against Leah’s, all the fight disappearing as Leah’s words sunk into your skin, stretching across your skin like a layer of silk.

Lia clambered her way up the sofa, squishing you between Leah and herself and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Liebling, it’s going to be okay, we’re going to sort this out, and Leah and I, we are going to spend every day making it up to you, everyday proving just how loved you are, ich verspreche.”

Everything fell into place for you, maybe everything wasn’t perfect right now, maybe there was still a lot of things the three of you had to work out, but you didn’t feel out of place anymore between the two women, you felt perfectly in place, like your jigsaw piece had finally feel into place.

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This reminded me of a conversation I had with my friends once.

Bakugou is sick of you

Genre: fluff

Content: First I love yous but it’s fucking stupid lol

Katsuki was in the middle of his workout as usual, flexible limbs splayed methodically in the UA gym as he stretched for his cardio exercises. It was the middle of November, and as such he wanted to improve how quickly he could use his quirk in the cold.

Sweat was dripping down his porcelain face and he let out the occasional pant when he completed another round of sets before the shrill ding of his phone alerted him of a text. He was going to ignore it, fluffing out the sweaty strands of dandelion fluff that was stuck to his forehead until another ding sounded off.

Katsuki grunted in annoyance before his features softened at your dumb little nickname he definitely didn’t remember writing on his phone. (He wasn’t going to change it though).

My1AndOnly<3:

KATSUKI!!

KATSUKI COME QUICK!!

IM IN MY DORM, COME NOW!!

Katsuki physically felt his heart leap out of his ass as he towelled his face and ran for your dorm room. Sweat was flying off him as he ran like never before, even considering using his quirk. He sped past the many confused faces of his classmates as he bounded up the stairs to your familiar room.

He swung the door open violently, vermillion eyes trained to find you. Only to meet your confused eyes as you kicked your feet on your bed.

“Hi baby, are you ok- HEY!” You squeaked as Katsuki grabbed your face and forced you to stand up, twisting you every which way to look for an injury.

“Are you hurt?? Was there a villain?? Talk to me!!” He would not let you speak at all since your cheeks were uncomfortably smooshed in his grip.

“Babe, I’m fine. I just have something important to tell you,” you pried Katsuki off of you and stared at him intently. He was relieved that you were not hurt or dying but his heart was still pounding in his chest at your proclamation. He tentatively sat on your bed as you placed your hands on his shoulders and looked deeply into his eyes.

“Katsuki. You have breeding hips”.

…

….

…..

“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!?”

Katsuki screamed at you as his face turned bright red.

You nodded in earnest, loud guffaws erupting from you at your boyfriend’s face.

“It’s true Katsuki! You have the breeding hips that my ancestors would kill for! You would bare excellent children!” You couldn’t stop your laughter, peals of tears running down your face as Katsuki grabbed you and shook you back and forth.

“YOU FUCKING DUMBASS, YOU CUT MY WORKOUT SHORT BECAUSE YOU WANTED TO INSULT ME?!? I THOUGHT YOU WERE HURT YOU FUCKING DICK!” Katsuki roared in anger and embarrassment, face flushed bright red.

“BUT BABY, THAT’S A GOOD THING! YOU’RE LIKE ONE OF THOSE WOMEN SIR MIC-A-LOT RAPS ABOUT IN ‘BABY GOT BACK’! YOU’RE SO FEMININE!” Your lungs felt like they were on fire due to your laughing fit as Katsuki tried not to fucking explode you to shit.

“YOU’RE LUCKY I FUCKING LOVE YOU OR ELSE YOU’D BE DEAD!”

That made you pause in your tracks. Katsuki visibly stills as you try to maintain eye contact.

“Katsuki. Did you just-” you started before Katsuki interrupted you.

“NO! I DIDN’T SAY SHIT!”

“YES YOU FUCKING DID! YOU SAID YOU LOVED ME!” You squealed back as you dove in his arms.

“ARGH, SO WHAT IF I DID? ONLY THING THAT MATTERS IS IF YOU SAY IT BACK!” He fumed silently as you snuggled in closer to him. Of course the first ‘I love you’ would be over something fucking stupid.

“…do you feel the same? About me, I mean.” He mumbled, looking away. You pulled his face gently towards yours as you cupped his cheek and landed soft kisses on his softer skin.

“Of course I do you big dummy. I wouldn’t tell just anyone that they have the most curvalicious hips to ever grace my eyes,” you laughed into his cheek.

“Well then say it! Make it official so I’m not the only one sat here like a sap!” He mumbled angrily into your hair.

“Katsuki Bakugou, I love you, your sweaty gym clothes that are stinking up my dorm room, the sticky hair that is tickling my face and I also love your snatched waist,” you kissed him deeply before he could grumble about your last few words. It was a comfortable silence as you sat in Katsuki’s lap with your face buried into his neck.

“You’re free to use my shower if you want to baby,” you peeped from his neck. Katsuki let out a puff as he stared back down at you.

“Yeah, I’ll have to go get my shit from the gym though since SOMEONE thought it would be funny to scare the shit out of me,” he grumbled at you as you shifted himself out of his lap. You rolled your eyes at him when he started to leave, but not before irritating him with a quick:

“Little in the middle but she got much back”.

[olympic-paris]

STORY: Fitness Center

The equipment in the hotel fitness center wasn't quite what Jay was used to in his own gym at home, but it was more than adequate. As he was working out, he noticed a slightly older, but handsome, man staring at him. He tried to ignore him, but the man walked over, smiled, and introduced himself as Bob. He asked Jay if he would be willing to spot him on the bench press, and he seemed friendly enough, so Jay agreed. Bob lay down on the bench with Jay leaning over him, ready to catch the bar if necessary. Bob did 10 reps and asked Jay if he wanted to take a turn. Jay agreed, and Bob asked if Jay wanted to change the weights. Jay added up the weights from the barbells and the bar and knew that he could easily handle it. He decided not to push it, though, since his body was still adjusting from the flight and the jet lag. He easily managed the 10 reps.

'More?' asked Bob.

'OK,' said Jay, realizing that this exercise was quickly turning into a competition.

Bob added 5 pounds to each end of the bar. He again did 10 reps, but this time, it seemed to Jay that Bob's eyes were focused on his crotch instead of the bar.

'Your turn,' said Bob, not waiting to see if Jay wanted to press on.

Jay again did 10 reps with no difficulty.

'Damn. You're good,' Bob remarked. 'Let's see just how good you really are. He added 10 pounds to each end of the bar. Once he got in position, he took a deep breath and licked his lips. Was he preparing himself mentally, or was he just salivating at the sight of Jay's crotch once again. On the last three reps, he panted and gritted his teeth, but he managed to hit his target.

'OK, sport. Let's see whatchya got.'

The word sport stopped Jay dead in his tracks. That was one of the nicknames that Rick used to call him. God, he missed Rick.

'Are you OK, man? Is something wrong?'

'Uh, no, no. Everything's fine. I just had a flashback for a moment there, but everything's cool. Are you ready for me to kick your ass?'

Bob laughed and questioned Jay with his eyes. Jay added 10 more pounds to each end of the bar. 'Whoa! You are a cocky sonofabitch, aren't ya?'

'It ain't cockiness if you've got the balls,' quipped Jay.

'Touche, dude.'

Jay, too, panted and gritted his teeth on the last three reps. 'One more,' called Jay. When he got the bar about half way up, it seemed that he couldn't go any further, but Bob urged him on.

'Push. Push. Push, dammit! What are you, a pussy or a man? I thought you said you had the balls for this.'

That did it. Jay pushed with every muscle he had. He thought he would break apart, but he did it. He finished the 11th rep. Bob helped him lower the bar so that he would not drop it on his chest, and as he did so, he squatted closer to the bench and lowered his crotch closer to Jay's face. The motion caused Bob's gym shorts to tighten against his body and highlight a well-defined crotch.

'Well, you said you had the balls, and I guess you do,' said Bob admiringly. 'I don't know about you, but I'm ready to hit the hot tub and the sauna. Wanna join me?'

Jay didn't mention that he had a Jacuzzi in his suite. 'That sounds great, but I left my swim suit in my room.'

'Oh, you won't need it. The spa has separate facilities for men and women. We can shower in the locker room, grab some towels, and head straight for the hot tub.'

'OK. Let's go.'

In the shower, Jay again noticed Bob trying discreetly to check out his package. In the hot tub, Jay learned that Bob worked for the company that operates the hotel spas. Even though the health clubs are located in four-star hotels around the world, they are owned and operated by a separate company. 'I'm in charge of customer satisfaction,' explained Bob. 'My job is to travel around to all of our facilities and make sure that our customers and clients are satisfied with our services.'

'Well, I've only been here once,' said Jay, 'but I'm more than satisfied so far.'

'Great! Glad to hear it,' said Bob. 'How long are you staying?'

'Just a couple of more days.'

'Well, I certainly hope that we can do more to satisfy you during that time,' said Bob with a devilish grin. 'Are you ready to get all sweaty?'

'Huh?' asked Jay.

'In the sauna.'

'Oh! Yeah, right. The sauna. Uh, sure. Lead the way.'

On entering the sauna, Bob removed the towel that he had wrapped around his waist and spread it out on one of the upper tiers. He then lay down stark naked on the towel. When in Rome... Jay spread his towel on the lower tier. With the two men facing each other, Bob could look down and get a clear view of Jay in all of his sweaty glory.

Back in the shower, Bob asked Jay if he would like to come up to his room for a drink. Jay thanked him for the invitation but explained that he had to prepare for a presentation he would be making that evening. Bob looked disappointed until Jay asked for a rain check. Bob smiled, and they parted ways.

As he was about to exit the health club, Jay noticed a sign advertising massages. A massage. That's exactly what I need. He inquired at the desk and was informed that the masseur had just had a cancellation and could take him right away.

'I'll buzz you in at that door,' said the attendant, pointing the way, 'and let Tank know that you are waiting.'

Tank?

'You can go ahead and start removing your clothes if you like. He'll be with you shortly.'

Jay had gotten down to his underwear when he heard a door open. When he turned around, he was stunned at the sight of Tank. He was a true bodybuilder'muscles on top of muscles. He looked like he could crush Jay with one hand. Jay struggled to contain his reaction, but apparently Tank was used to it.

'Don't let my appearance concern you,' he said. 'I may be big, but I know when to be rough and when to be gentle. I'll take very good care of you, and when I'm done with you, you'll feel like a new man.'

Tank instructed Jay to hop up on the table and lie down on his stomach.

'Should I remove my underwear or not?' asked Jay.

'Whatever makes you comfortable,' said Tank. 'Some guys leave em on, some guys take em off. Makes no diff'rence to me.'

Jay removed his underwear and got up on the table face down.

Tank asked about Jay's work and what brought him to Chicago. Jay asked about Tank's bodybuilding. The walls were covered with pictures of Tank posing in Speedos with ribbons and medals around his neck and huge trophies in his arms. The man obviously took his bodybuilding very seriously. Tank ribbed Jay like guys do when he learned that Jay had two beautiful Swedish women sharing his suite.

'It's not like that,' Jay tried to explain.

'Yeah, right! A good-looking guy like you? But two of them? You could at least leave some for the rest of us.'

'Well, you don't look like you'd have any trouble getting a date,' Jay shot back.

'Yeah, I guess you could say I get my share.' The two men went on to joke about their conquests, exaggerating as guys always do.

'Oh, man. You're all tied up in knots,' said Tank, as he massaged Jay's neck and shoulders. 'Lots of stress?'

'Yeah, I guess.'

'Well, don't you worry about a thing. If them two Swedish babes don't take care of it, ol' Tank will.'

Tank rubbed warm oil onto his hands and kneaded the knots out of Jay's neck, shoulders, arms, back, and buttocks. When his fingers rubbed against Jay's balls, Jay flinched.

'Sorry. Did I hurt you?'

'Uh, no,' Jay stammered.

Tank took Jay's response as permission to proceed. He reached underneath and gently caressed Jay's balls. Jay moaned, and Tank grinned. Tank rubbed oil all over Jay's buns and ventured further. He spread Jay's ass cheeks and rubbed his fingers all the way down to Jay's asshole. Jay tensed up.

'Oh, man. You really are uptight. Relax. Let yourself go.'

Jay tried to relax, but when he felt the tip of Tank's thumb piercing his asshole, he tensed up again. Tank backed off and went to work on Jay's legs and feet.

'Let me ask you something,' said Jay. 'Do you know a guy named Bob who works for the company that operates these health clubs?'

'Oh, sure. He comes around about every three months or so. Always gets a massage when he's here.'

When Tank learned that Jay and Bob had just worked out together and relaxed in the sauna, he added, 'I'm surprised he didn't hit on you.'

'Is he gay?' asked Jay.

'Gay, straight, bi, I dunno. I think he's just constantly horny. Always looking for some place to park his pecker.' Tank finished massaging Jay's back and instructed him to roll over.

'Uh, this is kind of embarrassing,' said Jay, still on his stomach.

'Oh, that. Don't sweat it, man. Happens all the time. I'm used to it.'

Sheepishly, Jay rolled over to reveal his raging hard-on.

'Wow!' exclaimed Tank. 'I see lots of those in my line of work, but I gotta tell ya, man. That's a beaut! It's no wonder you got Bob AND two Swedish babes hitting on you. I should give you one of my medals.'

Jay turned beet red, but he was flattered.

'Ya know, with your looks and that dick, you could be a porn star.'

Jay choked on the thought.

'No, really. You could make a lot of money in porn.' (Tank did not stop to consider that if Jay was staying in the executive suite, he must already have lots of money.) 'Of course, gay porn pays a lot better than straight porn. That's why a lot of straight guys do gay porn'for the money.'

'Did you learn this from your clients?'

'Nah. I made a few flicks myself when I lived in California.'

'You were a porn actor?'

No ain't heavy

'Sure. Can you think of anything better than having sex and getting paid for it?'

'Straight or gay?'

'I started with straight porn, but when I learned about the money, I branched out.'

'Are you still?'

'Nah. My girlfriend got real pissed about it, so I gave it up. Then, wouldn't you know it, she left me for one of my gym buddies a couple of months later. Turns out he'd been bangin' her all along, and I didn't have a clue. I still get calls from the studios from time to time, but right now I just wanna focus on my bodybuilding competitions. This is my year to become Mr. America; I just know it!'

'From what I can see, you've got it in the bag.'

'Thanks, man. Too bad you're not one of the judges.'

By this point in the conversation, Tank had massaged his way up from Jay's feet to his thighs. Jay's stiff cock had never gone down, and when Tank's arm brushed up against it, Jay felt an electric shock that coursed through his entire body. His dick twitched noticeably. Tank just looked at him and smiled. 'Relax,' he said softly'almost seductively. After Tank brushed against him several more times, it became obvious that this was no accident. 'You know, I can take care of that for you if you want,' he said, with his hand now firmly wrapped around the shaft. 'No extra charge.'

'No, that's not... Ah! Oh, God!'

Tank had not waited for permission. He had already coated the dick with oil and begun rubbing it between both of his experienced hands.

'Oh, shit! Fuck!' screamed Jay, writhing on the massage table.

'Easy, man. If you fall off the table, you might crack this board in half, and then we'd both be in deep shit.'

Jay tried to laugh, but another sharp jolt set him off. 'Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!'

'If I'm hurting you, just say the word, man, and I'll stop.'

'Oh, shit! You goddam motherfucker! You stop now, and I'll rip your fuckin' balls off, and there goes your bodybuilding career. Aaahhh, gawd!'

'Nah, I think this is hurting too much,' teased Tank. I think I'd better stop.'

But it was too late. Jay shot rope after rope of his hot man-juice all over himself and Tank. Both men got it in the face and in their mouths. Jay also had it all over his chest and stomach. Tank paused long enough to lick his lips and the cum on his hands and to let Jay stop quaking, but then he went back to rubbing Jay's meat.

'Argh!' Jay screamed at the top of his lungs, nearly jumping out of his skin. Tank was taking advantage of his ultra-sensitive state to torture him. Jay gripped the edges of the table to keep from flying into orbit, but when Tank rubbed his tender corona again, Jay clamped down on his wrists so tightly that Tank had to release the purple-headed yogurt slinger or risk having his hands amputated.

'See, I told you ol' Tank would take care of you. And I'll bet you've still got plenty more for them blondes you got up in your room'although that was quite a load you shot there. And a tasty one at that,' he added as he scooped up some of Jay's baby puddding with his finger and slurped it down.

Jay started to get up from the table, but Tank gently pushed him back down. 'Whoa, dude. What's your hurry. We ain't done yet.'

'You may not be finished, but I think I'm done for.'

'Unh, unh. You wouldn't deprive me of the chance to get my hands on those husky pecs of yours, would you?'

'I guess not,' smiled Jay.

As the hulk continued to massage Jay's torso, the two men talked'mostly about Tank's bodybuilding and movie career.

'Tell me,' said Jay, changing the subject. 'Does Bob ever get your special massage?'

'Are you kidding? Bob gets the Deluxe Package.'

'Deluxe Package?'

'Yeah, like I said before, Bob is always lookin' for some place to poke his pecker.'

'Oh! And that's OK with you?'

'Well, Bob is the boss. His job is to keep the customers happy, and my job is to keep the boss happy. Besides, Bob can really be a lot of fun. 'Damn! If you ain't as bad as Bob!' exclaimed Tank, looking down to see that Jay had sprouted another hard on. 'It's a good thing I don't have another client waiting.'

'No, please, you don't have to... Oh, God! Shit!' Once again, Jay was too late. Tank had already pounced on Jay's meat, only this time he had swallowed it down his throat. Once Tank had Jay at his mercy, he pulled back from his cock and leaned into his face. 'How bout the Deluxe Package, stud?'

'Deluxe? Uh, I dunno. I've never...'

'Ah, c'mon. I know you've fucked tons of chicks, and I bet you've fucked more than a few of em in the ass.'

'Yeah, but...'

'A hole's a hole, dude, and mine's just beggin' for some attention.' When Tank saw that Jay remained unconvinced, he pinned him to the table and leaned right into his face. He panted, 'You're so fuckin' hot, man, I can't stand it. I've been wantin' that beast of yours deep inside of me from the moment I first laid eyes on it. If you don't get up from this table right now and fuck my brains out, I'm gonna hop up there and rape your gorgeous ass.'

Jay was sure that the muscle man would not actually rape him, but he also could not dismiss the desperation in his voice and in his eyes. He had wanted to experience man sex with Rick, but that was not to be. His conscience told him that he should laugh away Tank's advances, but the hot breath in his face and the prospect of dominating the mammoth hunk had set his testosterone aboiling. With his hands firmly planted on Tank's chest, Jay pushed as forcefully as he could. 'Get off of me, bitch, and spread your fuckin' legs. I'm gonna rip your sorry ass apart.'

Jay hopped off the table. Tank spread his legs as he had been commanded and leaned forward with his elbows on the table, but Jay grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. Jay got right into Tank's face and snarled, 'You want my dick?'

'Yes.'

'Yes, what?' Jay shouted.

'Yes, sir,' Tank whimpered.

'That's better. Now, take off your fuckin' shirt.'

Tank complied, but when he went to remove his pants as well, Jay slammed him forward and pressed his face against the mat. 'You do only what I tell you to do and nothing more! Got it, dickhead?'

'Yes, sir.'

Jay marveled at the muscles in Tank's back and the thickness of his arms. He rubbed both sensually. Then, he reached between Tank's legs and fondled his balls. They felt huge. He leaned forward against Tank's warm body. He reached underneath and clenched his enormous, solid pecs and pinched his erect nipples. He slid his hands down and reached inside his pants to grab his thick cock, which was already hard as a rock. He squeezed it tightly and yanked on it several times to let Tank know who was in control. Only then did he pull down Tank's pants to reveal his body in all of its naked glory.

'You've been a naughty boy today, haven't you, Tank?' Whack! Jay slapped his butt cheek.

'Ow! No, sir, I...'

Whack (to the other cheek)! 'Don't lie to me, boy. You think I don't know what you did?' Whack! 'I guess I'm just gonna have to teach you a lesson.' Whack!

With that, Jay grabbed the bottle of oil that Tank had used to rub down his body. He rubbed some onto his hands and poked one finger into Tank's asshole. He inserted a second finger and then a third. With each probe, Tank flinched, and Jay slapped him. Whack! Whack! Whack!

Jay poured oil all over Tank's back. He rubbed it in and reached around and rubbed some on his chest and stomach. He twisted his hand around the sensitive head of Tank's cock, and Tank screamed at the sensation that is both pleasure and pain. Jay squeezed his balls and slapped his ass. Whack!

Jay could not understand what had come over him. He had never even imagined that he could behave this way before. Of course, he would never really hurt anybody, but he finally understood why Rick had enjoyed such rituals.

Jay poured more oil over Tank's tailbone and spread his ass cheeks so that the oil could seep down to his asshole. He rubbed his cock and balls up and down the slit and squeezed the cheeks together like a hot dog in a bun, pumping Tank's shaft at the same time. The two men moaned in unison, and Jay relished sharing the moment with the muscle stud beneath him.

Jay leaned against Tank's slimy body again, grabbed his hair, pulled his head back, and spoke breathily, but domineeringly, into Tank's ear. 'You want my cock, don't you, cocksucker?'

'Oh, yes! Please, sir!'

Jay licked the back of Tank's neck and around his ear. 'You want it bad, don't you, fag?'

'Oh, God. Yes, sir. Fuck me now. Please, please, I can't wait any longer. Fuck me now! Please! Please fuck me!'

Jay bit down on Tank's ear and pinched his nipples. Tank screamed. Jay slapped his ass cheeks and then spread them wide. 'All right, motherfucker. You asked for it.' He took aim and rammed his pile-driver up Tank's ass in one savage thrust. Tank screamed in pain as Jay knew he would, but he didn't care. He had to show him who was the boss. Once inside, though, he did pause'partly to give Tank a chance to adjust and partly to soak up the sounds of his conquest over the much larger man. Jay leaned forward again and whispered sinisterly into Tank's ear, 'You asked for it, bitch. You got it.'

Sheer joy came over Jay as he fucked a man for the first time in his life. He wanted to experience it in all of its dimensions. At times, he glided slowly in and out, savoring each second. At other times, he fucked like a con who had just been released from six months of solitary confinement. His sexual gratification was enhanced by the feel of Tank's throbbing meat in his oily palm.

He struck Tank's prostate, and Tank shrieked with delight. 'Oh, God! Yes! Aaah! Aaah!'

'You like that, huh, bitch?'

'Oh, yeah! Shit, man! Fuck! I'm gonna cum!'

'The hell you are!' barked Jay, pulling out his pole and slapping Tank's ass. Whack! Whack! He squeezed Tank's nuts, not enough to really hurt but enough to let Tank know who was in charge.

'No, please. Don't stop!'

Jay squeezed harder. 'Ow!'

'You'll cum when I tell you to, dammit, and not a fuckin' second before! Now, roll over, cunt.'

With Tank on his back, Jay got his first look at Tank's naked chest, abs, and crotch. He gasped at the sight of the man: a chest at least 54' around, massive pecs that Jay couldn't wait to get his claws on, eight-pack abs, huge low-hanging balls, and a mouthwatering dick that probably measured no more than 8' long but was as thick as a beer can.

Jay dove for Tank's pecs, clawing at the muscles and sucking on the nips. He rubbed his face against the oily chest and abs. He sank the stiff cock in his mouth as deep as he could and relished the feel of the monster in his oral cavity. He stuffed several towels under Tank's lower back and buttocks. 'Lift up your legs and put them over my shoulders.' It was not enough for Jay simply to fuck Tank; he wanted to watch his face contort and his chest heave in response.

Jay entered Tank again. This time he started out more slowly, but once he realized that he could press his dick deeper from the new angle, he picked up steam and pumped harder and harder. He could feel his balls slapping against Tank's ass. When Tank gasped hardily, and threw his head back, Jay knew that he had once again struck the prostate. As he fucked, Jay stroked Tank's shaft, but Tank was so horny, he surely would have cum anyway. And cum he did! He shot rope after rope of joy juice all over Jay as well as himself. He trumpeted and writhed like a speared elephant. The contractions of Tank's ass muscles around Jay's cock caused him to blast off as well. He shot his load deep inside of the wounded mammoth. Now it was Jay's turn to quake uncontrollably. He gripped the sides of the table to keep from flying off'or being thrown off. When he could take no more and had no more to give, he collapsed onto Tank's solid frame lest he black out. He imagined for one brief moment that he might die, but he didn't care because he had just experienced heaven.

Jay lay on top of his new lover for a good 10 minutes. When he finally got up, Tank washed him up, and they both got dressed. As Jay approached the exit, Tank grabbed his arm, spun him around, pinned him to the wall, and rammed his agitating tongue deep into Jay's mouth. Jay had never been kissed so aggressively before. His knees shook, and he wondered again if he might pass out. When Tank finally let Jay come up for air, he pierced his soul with his ebony eyes. 'Next time,' spoke Tank in a whisper made of steel, 'I call the shots.' The prospect excited and frightened Jay at the same time'each emotion fueling the other.

by Brock Archer

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Can't really sleep so mini rambles about Nick and his evolution for me on his look. I am trying to balance his features well because he looks very much his father with some of his mother features and color.

Dark brown eyes, sometimes he wears contacts and he opts for dark blue, so dark you don't notice they are blue. His scerla is touch red all the time due to irritates in the air and his drug us that shades the eyes and blood by extention blue. It be odd to see him with clear skin, he doesn't take care of his skin, it's not to bad all the time but he'd always have a pimple or two on his forehead and or chin until he gets a bit older. I don't think he really cares tbh. He doesn't look in the mirror often. Eye bags and dark circles from the lack of sleep that's been a consistent issue since he was a child. Sparce facial hair, he can grow a beard but it takes a little long and it's unfortunately genetic.

Thick eyebrows, not styled outside of making sure they don't connect. Clothing wise I style him very casual, borderline very lazily, fortunately for him i have stuck the fashion in early 2000s and late 90s look and he doesn't put alot of effort into cloths. Most are borrowed or second hand from the community shelters. He gravitate towards more skater styles, cargo pants, baggy jeans, big shirts and layers. Only really wears two pairs of dirty white shoes outside of work uniform that are ill fit, usually a bit baggy from weight lost or he mistakenly took someone else's cloths. Work boots from warehouse jobs. Mechanic top that was just found. Has nick on it. Don't know who that nick is though.

Hair! Thick dark hair, as he ages it's thining at the temples but he'll never go bald. It's graying, he has a bit of gray peeking through and he is going to be a thirty something year old with salt n pepper hair. He is not doing great tbh, it's a combo of stress and genetics. He dyes it though when he's feeling like taking care of him self. Technically he would be wearing glasses but cybernetics exist and even if they didn't he wouldn't wear them because he think he looks lame.

He doesn't maintain his cybernetics very well. They need some updates but they aren't effecting him to much. He has some fixes to his vision and his hearing in his right ear, along with some corrections to his brain from getting his head actually cracked open at some point in his early 20s. Has chronic migraines that flair up when he's stressed, orginate from a stress headache and takes a nose dive. He needs a dark room, cold and quiet. Can totally turn off his hearing at will because no. He's five eight, he's average hight for the earth's population of men. Most men don't get taller than five ten with some exceptions of being six feet. With him bring trans though if he never transitioned he'd be considered tall for a women. Most women are about five five and shorter but the height difference isn't to noticeable.

Weight-flucicates from lack of appetite from drug use and his mental health just nose diving. When he's sober and relatively stable, he can pick up weight pretty quickly, has a great appetite, and kinda a shit diet of take out and energy drinks. Really enjoys fried foods and dumplings. Can't ever see him being toned or muscular. He don't exercise unless like sid dragged him along with her to the gym or some yoga class. He out of shape in that regards and hates it. I don't blame him.

Tats and scars! He only has a sleave that stretches over one side of his chest. It's to cover old scars and a recovery thing for him that didn't really work but it's not constant reminder of some shitty days. Wanted to cover up track mark-just uses the other arm. He will get a sleave when he gets clean from iv drug use. He got burned at some point as a tween playing with stuff he shouldn't have been, it's on his on tated arm and bits of his abdomen. Not to bad but it's noticeable to note. Random addition but nick is in his late 20s or early 30s, im saying or because he doesn't actually tell people his age because he'd rather have people assume because they aim lower and he has a bit of insecurities about the fact he's not where he "should" be for his age. This is why when he find out sid is like 24 he responses by gagging. He mentally blocks out her age because if he thinks about it to long it send him because he's really use to dating in his age range or older and feels like he should be more of a leader n sid is not allowing that. He's happy with that but he got expectations of "older" men that he gotta work on a bit.

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Adventures in Stage Costuming

I am Costume Mistress for a play this Friday/Saturday

Had pants for everybody except three guys

We'll call them Landon, Mark, and Joe, because that's not their names but it's close enough for me to remember 'em.

Had everyone self-report pants sizes.

Spent last Saturday in Salvation Army (I know, I know) thrifting pants in the requisite sizes.

washed the pants

kept forgetting to go to rehearsals and have a try-on sesh (adhd go zoom)

Rehearsal today had lunch break

Handed out the pants and told them to come show me.

Landon

(tall, skinny, all leg, 32 x 34)

announces "THEY'RE CALVIN KLEIN!" at his standard volume, bursts into the gymnasium, and slides across the basketball court on his socks.

He does a little spin for me and I approve.

My assistant (fun person who we'll call Lydia) asks, "Can you move?"

Landon breaks into the Orange Justice fortnite dance, with a little extra hip swaggle for emphasis.

(cue laughter from the cast)

(this is nothing less than I expected from a man who once won a cardboard boat race by making a surfboard and kicking his way across.)

Success!

Order him to go put his pants on his special labeled hanger.

(only you are allowed to touch only your special labeled hanger, on pain of death and dismemberment. everyone has been told this many times and They Fear Me.)

Mark

(weightlifter, 34 x 32)

walks in like his legs are chopsticks.

Shirt is not tucked in.

Zipper made it about halfway up

Lydia looks concerned. "Are they buttoned?" she asks.

"Yes," Mark wheezes, and the tone of his voice is one of fear.

(Landon finds this hilarious.)

Mark hobbles in a little spin for me

can almost hear the fabric whimpering for mercy

they are too tight in the everything.

choke down laughter

"Go change. Carefully," I say.

(maybe I can let them out? probably not)

"Do you just need dark dress pants?" asks Mark, voice still strained.

"Yeah?"

"Can I bring my own?"

"Yeah."

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the goal was to have more pants that the drama department owned

but the more important goal is for him to have pants, I guess.

Order him to bring his dress pants to Monday rehearsal for approval

(and, once approved, to put them on his special labeled hanger which nobody else can touch, on pain of death and dismemberment)

and to bring the ill-fit pants back to me.

will put them in a tote to think about their crimes until next play.

Joe

(track and field athlete, 29 x 32)

(listen, this man has a 29" waist and a 39" hip.

I know women who would kill for a 10" differential.

It's not his most prominent feature, but he's draggin' the wagon.)

(should also emphasize that he's my little brother & I'm not being weird abt it we commiserate about problems of Pants Fit all the time.)

Joe struts into the gym.

The pants fit!

They are a leeetle bit snug in the thighs.

"Can I keep them?" he asks.

He does a little spin for me

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From the back, the fit is more accurately described as "gratuitous."

"Joe, do a squat!" Landon encourages, as he himself charges across the gym into a Newsies jump and almost turfs it.

Joe tries carefully

gets about halfway down

(didn't think he'd get that far)

"Never mind," he says sheepishly, standing back up.

"Go change. Carefully," I say.

(maybe I can let them out?)

backstage

Joe hands me the pants.

He's been interested lately in listening to me ramble about sewing stuff.

I turn Mark's pants inside out

literally just serged together, no extra fabric anywhere

"Rats!" I say creatively, and show Joe how this does nobody any favors.

They don't get to go on Mark's special labeled hanger. I chuck them into a storage tote to consider their crimes until next play.

I turn Joe's pants inside out

praise be to Van Heusen brand

It ain't much, but it's honest seam allowances.

start rambling at him about how it all works

there's a scoatch extra on the outer seams and inseams of both legs

and the center back has extra built in!

The waistband fits him fine but the everything else needs More.

Promise my best work

Joe smiles with hope.

back in my room

never altered pants before

brief moment of doubting why I signed up for this, my sewing abilities, the meaning of life, etc.

* Knuckle Crack *

Turn on a Nicole Rudolph video for fun sewing accompaniment

Decide not to mess with the complicated parts (pockets, front seams, zipper, and the seam intersections in the undercarriage)

Sew the replacement seams first, anchoring the replacement ends HARD in the seam allowance AND in the original seam threads

Cut those OG seam threads and knot them off HARD

The OG threads are a chain stitch sorta thing, so once they're clipped, all I gotta do is pull and they ZOOP right off

(most satisfying thing in my life btw)

head back to gym with newly embiggened pants.

Joe takes the pants. "Do you need me to try them on?"

*looks into the camera like I'm on The Office*

"Yes Joe, lemme see how they work."

He leaves.

oh gosh these better fit

I didn't spend two hours hunting pants in a Salvation Army (I know, I know) and half an hour ZOOP-ing Joe's seams just to be 1 for 3 on the pants actually fitting the actors.

Joe returns.

!!!!!

If I thought he was strutting before

This kid fully dances into the room.

You know how it is when you walk into a thrift store and the sign says "Half price color of the week: Orange" and then you find stuff you love and it has orange tags too?

That was his level of enthusiasm.

"They fit!" he cries.

He does the little spin for me

it's incredible

they fit, no longer gratuitous in the seat, there's thigh space, his knees bend, the waistband stays up without a belt!! definitely need to be ironed but they look So Good

I can't stop smiling

so relieved it turned out well.

Joe's smiling

He does a little Pants Dance of glee.

Gosh. I know he likes them, and dress pants are so hard to find.

"Do you want to keep them?" I offer.

"How much?" he asks, wallet appearing in his hand.

The receipt from Salvation Army (I know, I know) shows $4.59.

I offer "$5 for the pants and $5 for a half hour of labor?" (yes that's too cheap, but he's a college student and also my brother.)

"Look what I've got!" he says, all but throwing a $10 at me.

"Great! I say. "Now Joe, listen closely.

Go change carefully and put them on your special labeled hanger. Only you are allowed to touch only your special labeled hanger, on pain of death and dismemberment."

"Yes ma'am!" he chirps with a salute.

[hause-of-pancakes]

This was my whole weekend.

Stella Delgado inherited a very scrumbled together home from her grandmother (who she was named after), but she found the idea of living in a big, old, and definitely haunted house daunting. This led her to posting an ad for “occult only” roommates. So, now she’s a landlord....but she’s not like a *regular* landlord. She’s a *cool* landlord. 

Characters under the cut!

Landlady of the house, and prone to mothering everyone around her. She’s really hoping that she can make some friends; So she can hide in their beds when the ghosts come out. 

-On her third rewatch of 2 Broke Girls

- Favorite song is “Hollaback Girls” by Gwen Stefani

- Describes herself as “whimsical” 

-Regularly sets the kitchen on fire. 

Booker recently decided to come out which lead to him divorcing his wife of 78 years. He’s finally ready to start living his best undead life. 

-Blood isn’t the only thing he sucks (hey-o)

-Refuses to text

-HIs guilty pleasure is historical romance novels.

(While making this sim I ended up doing a lot of research into the importance of names for Black people especially before and after emancipation. Here’s some links if you’re curious. here, here, and here. The first link is to a website by a woman named Robyn called Reclaiming Kin. She works to find the genealogy of Black Americans and teaches you how to do it yourself!)

One day Leilani decided she needed to explore the world. She left the island she had called home all her life and decided seeing snow was first on her bucket list.

-Accidently started a cult in college

-Her best friend is a dolphin

-Hates sushi

-Amazing singer

Left his last pack due to “irreconcilable differences”. He’s now looking for new gym buddies and a new wolf pack. 

-The full moon is the only time he doesn’t track his macros. 

-Owns one pair of pants

-His favorite movie is The Hangover. 

They came to Earth to immerse themself in nerd culture and to live the human experience. One morning everyone woke up to find that they had moved into the last available bedroom in the middle of the night. They haven’t paid rent yet and Stella isn’t sure how to confront them about it. 

-Afraid of human women

-Refuses to get a drivers license

-Naps three hours a day

Welcome to.....

[christian-is-a-dumb-boy]

Before I start, if you happen to find stumble onto this, this is for a class that I'm in. I choose Tumblr because I realized that it's actually a very good place to do this assignment and it would be very fun and interesting to make a Visual Essay here and with my themes too, which is very Tumblr and Pinterest like (which is where I got many of these photos from). If you are in my class, I'm sorry that I came up with this idea. My Visual Essay - Media Throughout the Years and How it Shaped who I Am. By Christian M.

2010 - 2012 was a unique time for fashion. There was still some 2000's elements in our fashion, and these photos show that. It's really iconic how everybody dressed like a wealthy suburban mother despite being a 16 year old named Amber from Albany, Georgia. Fashion in this era was about looking and dressing older, and we see this in our media too. Pretty Little Liars had girls who were supposed to be 15 but dressed like 23 year old interns from NYC, and Nene Leakes literally wore the second outfit in her "The Ghetto" meme from Real Housewives of Atlanta. I was five in 2010, so obviously I wasn't dressing like this, but I thought every teen just looked old because of how they dress despite having one green streak and braces.

This type of being older mentality also was in our music at the time, but in a different way. I love early 2010's music because everybody just was going down the electro pop pipeline, and all of the songs were good. One of my favorite songs back then was Selena Gomez's 'Love You Like a Love Song", which is really underrated. It's just peak early 2010s wannabe futuristic pop, because the song has some techno in it when Selena sings. I was a huge Selena fan already because of Wizards of Waverly Place, and this song changed my life (being dramatic but you get the idea). She isn't the only one that does this. Kesha was well known for doing this and again, Kesha made some bangers. The music was all about sounding like the future, while the casual fashion was about looking older. https://open.spotify.com/track/0laYHRpNTS6i8FXdupHkJ4?si=209bee3a44664ce9 https://open.spotify.com/track/3pYDZTJM2tVBUhIRifWVzI?si=cc6cacc99b024f27

Oh 2013, how you were just....bad for casual fashion. This is where I remember analyzing what people wore and noticing what was trendy and what we liked. It was bad. Teal tops that said 'Pink' literally held us at gunpoint to wear them. I was never really experimented with clothing as a kid because in my opinion, most of the boys clothing at the time was bad, which is why all of the photos are gonna be women's clothing because they either look good, or iconically bad. That was a pet peeve with me whenever we went shoe shopping. The girl shoes were colorful and had personality while the boy shoes were black and white, or an ugly neon green or orange in some random lines if you took gym too seriously at age 8. This is when I wished I was a teen in 2013 because 2013 tumblr hipster and grunge fashion was something that I wished to lived in.

2013 music was really good or bad. Despite coming out in 2009, Party in the U.S.A I feel like was huge in 2013 which made everybody (including me) to wear American flag shirts, pants, and bathing suits. One amazing song from 2013 was Demi Lovato's Heart Attack. Back in her prime, she made some hits, and one of them was this song (Shout out to Give Your Heart a Break too, another amazing hit). It was bad for me. I only had Episode (that story app) because Demi was in it. Demi and Heart Attack accidently created my first internet phase, and it's something that Demi Lovato that has nothing to do it but still needs to pay the price for.

You saw these images and probably went "Chris, how the hell did Demi Lovato made 9 year old you into a anime fan and why?" in your head, and I'll tell you how and why! So like I said, obsessed with Heart Attack when I was a kid, and while I was on YouTube searching for the song, I found this video of Heart Attack, but in the title, it had the words 'nightcore video' in it, and it had Taiga (short girl in the first photo) in her angel outfit from ToraDora (which I never watched until recently and I recommend it along with the other three). If you don't know what nightcore is, it's just song sped up to make the singer sound anime like (which they didn't but regardless I still ate that shit up). These are top tier shows, honestly. I honestly think mostly everybody in my class would like Yuri on Ice (because it's an creative english class). https://open.spotify.com/track/5w24qGKT4DHCKHKU0jPlcK?si=df10a0191d3441ee

Every queer kid had a musical phase. That's just how it is. I don't make the rules for it. I was also that queer kid. My 5th grade teacher, Mr. DeBell, told my class in 2015 that there was a musical about Alexander Hamilton, and played You'll Be Back. I was hooked. Listened to the soundtrack regularly and found other musicals like Be More Chill, Dear Evan Hansen, Every Starkids musical. I'm a terrible singer, but I'm still gonna try belting First Burn. This was also the year I had my Percy Jackson phase, another queer kid staple. I found Percy so charming and Nico so cute in the books and it's so embarrassing, yet so funny. The Percy Jackson Musical was the first musical I ever saw too because we went on a school field trip for it. https://open.spotify.com/track/1A2gifkaEngunqZAFHUS0j?si=c753e346c04141e7

You just saw these images and are either cringing at me, cringing at younger you, or both. 2016 was where my "edgy" phase started. I wasn't edgy in the way every other guy in 2016 was edgy, if anything, cringe culture would've bullied me, but I just liked those angry "emo" songs and disturbing anime's. This is also when I discovered punk, alt, emo and goth fashion, which is all different thing and I don't care what people say, those types of fashions have always look good. People who dressed like that, especially now because cringe culture has been making a comeback, are being harassed but they are really the sweetest and down to earth people ever. People who dressed alt, or punk, or goth were always nice to me and I will always defend them. I personally don't dress like that because I was called emo for wearing a black jacket and black pants in the winter in New York, so obviously people don't like that type of fashion where I'm from, and also if you know me in real life, you know I'm a 5'6 year old guy who has the face of a twink (Tyler Oakley let's be honest), so I don't think I could pull it off. But if you look at my profile picture, it's what I would dress like if I could pull it off, and I probably would kill a fragile, sickly Victorian child before the black plaque reaches them if they saw this version of me.

These were all from different time periods except for the top picture. For 2015 - 2018 fashion that was considered "emo" or punk or goth, it wasn't but that's what i grew up on. These had a gripe on us back in 2015. I remember seeing so many people on youtube wearing that striped school girl skirt and people in pinterest showing off their cat stocking. other alt or "alt" fashion were band shirts, specifically PATD and TOP, flannels, short hair but very long hair in the front, stockings in general.

A few years later, in 2019, I got into K-pop. I wish I had a unique story but I don't. My exe who's also a close friend of mine now was just playing a K-pop song because he also likes it and it was TWIT by Hwasa and it was catchy to me, so I looked it up, found out that she was in a group, Mamamoo, and that was it. I listened to a few songs before like obviously Gangnam Style and Gentleman by PSY when they blew up and also Like This by Wonder Girls (who are legends) when I was a kid. My top three groups in their debut order are Girl's Generation (2007), Rania (2011) and TWICE (2015). If you ever wanna give the genre a try, Girl's Generation and TWICE are the two groups to listen to, as someone who of course loves and also used those two groups to get other people into K-pop both accidentally or on purpose.

I think it's really funny how 12 year old me was listening to "sad" music and music that is just "so deep and so meaningful" and then 14 - 16 year old me listened to just the most upbeat and happy, catchy music (Rania's is the only one that isn't cheerful, their music is very camp if you know what that means). https://open.spotify.com/track/6qyz1KOlGJsKYJ4ZsRmRSD?si=7cd52297243b4301 https://open.spotify.com/track/2BQIMF7CyLe2xAKzh74A4C?si=ff220ef47b3143f2 https://open.spotify.com/track/1utDFK1ARQcuZSwapf3cfb?si=97492c9682a74e12

I am really excited to see what college me is gonna get into. I still like most of these things, and it'll be interesting to see what similar new stuff are gonna come out in the next few years.

[rockitactivewears]

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[cljordan-imperium]

Happy WBW, lovely! Not sure why, but today I'm asking about fashion?? What does the fashion-- I'm talking high, street, or anything else-- look like in your world(s)?

Being that those in Bombs, Bodyguards, & Broken Artifacts as well as Bending The Law are all humans on Earth, they pretty look much like you would expect people in their positions to look. So we'll stick with The Imperium Chronicles.

On Earth, everyone tries to blend in. When you are not human, the last thing you want to do is draw attention to yourself. That is how mobs with fires and weapons end up tracking you down and exterminating your kind.

In Imperium, the dress depends on the occasion. If they are just hanging out, since most of them are from or tied to Earth, they will be wearing casual Earthly clothing - jeans, sweats, yoga pants, shorts, etc. When doing physical training, gym clothes are worn. When doing battle training, they tend to wear a lighter version of their fighting leathers. (think BBC's The Musketeers) When a formal court event, think the British Royal Family, including how the guards and all will be dressed.

The other beings outside of the palace tend to wear clothing that reflects where they came from, both in place and time period. While most came from Earth, they date back to the very creation of the planet itself. So there is a wide variety of outfits that range through all time periods and cultures. There is, thankfully, a universal language that is spoken automatically when you are in Imperium, no matter what you spoke on Earth. It is the way of all realms of its type to make things easier.

Uffern tends to be a more formal realm. While when not tending to official duties, you can find some in more casual clothing, but they will never get truly casual outside of the gym. Even hiking, fishing, or hunting, their clothing will be pressed. They will look like a catalog come to life with how pristine they look, especially the residents of the palace. The only exception are the fae slaves whose visage reflects their station in Uffernian society. They do tend to be a little old fashioned in Earth sense, women mainly wear dresses, but this is also because of the formality of things.

[pixxie999]

Lewd Scene #2: My Thirsty Daydream

Watching my Pre-Calculus teacher lecture a lesson in class, I sighed and frowned while the other students around me either fell asleep in class, drawing something on their papers or their assigned desks, or just paid attention to one of my math teacher's lectures. Okay, wow…this class is so, SO boooriiing-gah…I turned left at the window and saw all the physically attractive young women jogging around the track. Two teachers stood in the middle of the track to supervise those women.

     "Mmmm…" I silently said to myself with my mouth closed. I laid my chin upon my palm and smiled at those young women. Now this is the thing I can get behind. My cheeks blushed and my eyes were nearly closed. 

     I imagined those braless women wearing tank top shirts, showing off their midriffs and under breasts. Mmmm…Their tits bounced up and down hard, as well as their nips poked through their shirts. They wore their super short shorts that exposed their buttocks. 

      Oh, yeah. Delicious! I mean, who doesn't wanna love that shit, right? Then I also imagined them drinking some water and spilled some water on purpose for them to land on their breasts, making their shirts see through. 

      I noticed their aroras finally appearing in all sorts of colors-usually pink and brown ones-and their nipples poked through harder than ever before. Then they poured water all over their chests for them to be wet. Oooo…hot damn, babes. I continued ogling at those young ladies until someone's voice shouted "Hey!" at me.

     "H-Huh?!" I asked, turning to the young man with brown hair yelling at me. I noticed the paper in his hand. Oh, that must be my assignment. Dammit, I must've over daydreamed, didn't I?! I should've paid attention in class. "Thank you."

     "Uh-huh," the young man answered as he returned to his assignment.

     Then I returned my attention to the track and those women were back to their normal school gym uniforms. Their shirts covered their midriffs and they were wearing sports bras. I noticed their breasts did bounce but not as hard as I imagined them being braless. And their shorts covered their buttocks, although some of the women there wore their short shorts there.

     I sighed and frowned for a bit, continuously watching the women reentered the school gym. Awwweee, man. Looks like the fun's all over and I was havin' a good daydream. Well, time to get back to that boring ass reality, huh?

     "Uh, ahem!" The young woman behind me said impatiently.

     "Huh?!" I immediately turned to her out of curiosity. 

     "The assignment."

    I closed my eyes with a little sweat coming off of my forehead. "Oh, right! Sorry 'bout that! Ha-ha-ha!" As soon as I placed my assignment on my desk, I turned to the blue eyed young woman behind me and handed her the assignment. "Here, ya go!" 

     "Thanks," the young woman responded, grabbing onto her assignment.

     "No prob." 

     But before I returned to my assignment, the young woman just gazed at my face. "Um, 'cuse me."

      "Ah, huh?! What's up?" 

      The young woman placed her fingernail onto the right side of her chin. "You got something on your face."

      I became confused. "Huh?!" Once I placed my hand on my chin's location, I felt some drool on it. My face blushed when I looked down at the drool in my palm hand. Oh, Jesus! How come I didn't even notice this shit, huh?!       

      I wiped the drool off of my face and wiped it on my pants. "Oh, thanks for the heads up, broh."

      "Don't even mention it."

This scene was inspired from three scenes from an American movies released back in the late 1990s called But I'm a Cheerleader! and I loved every minute of those scenes. So what do you guys think? Do ya love it? Do ya hate it? Let me know in the comments either in Tumblr or Twitter. Otherwise, take care!

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