ＵＬＴＲＡ / 𝖛𝖎𝖔𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊 .

[romefm]

𝖘𝖓𝖆𝖕𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖙  :  𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓃𝒶 , 𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇 .

𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖊   :   last   game   of   my   college   career   today 𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖊   :   odds   you   wanna   try   pulling   off   that   switcheroo   today   ? 𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖊   :   i   promise   kappa   will   host   the   BEST   post-bowl   rager   ever   recorded   😈

[besitoschris]

drugs and money//chase atlantic

[romefm]

ftriver :

𝑖𝑓   𝑦𝑜𝑢   𝘩𝑎𝑑   asked   river   his   rationale   for   icing   the   other   out   in   the   last   several   weeks   —   there   wouldn’t   be   much   of   a   verbal   response   ,   which   would   perhaps   signify   there   being   no   real   grounds   to   his   current   snappish   disposition   .   nevertheless   ,   it   prevails   while   he   endures   what   little   self   restraint   he’s   left   to   clasp   onto   .   time   is   passing   by   ,   lagging   ,   with   no   sounds   or   movement   to   indicate   that   his   request   —   his   polite   request   ,   at   that   —   was   being   adhered   to.   his   gangly   physique   stays   put   ,   motionless   against   plush   covers   ,   mentally   counting   down   from   ten   as   a   means   not   to   erupt   on   this   serene   tuesday   afternoon   .   his   consideration   gets   averted   almost   immediately   —   rome’s   bold   assertion   charging   at   him   like   a   bull   in   a   china   shop   ,   to   which   river   instinctively   swivels   in   a   belligerent   motion   .   his   inked   torso   is   exposed   to   a   frigid   temperature   now   that   he’s   no   longer   cooped   up   under   a   sweltering   duvet   .   ❛   what   the   fuck   is   wrong   with   you   ?   ❜   the   question   is   spat   in   an   unnerving   acidic   timbre   ,   not   missing   a   beat   as   the   boy   inclines   closer   to   the   edge   ,   manoeuvring   so   that   he’s   able   to   get   up   if   rome   resorts   him   to   do   so   .   ❛   what   the   fuck   is   wrong   with   you   ?   ❜   his   emphasis   is   only   loaded   with   further   infuriation   ,   masculine   features   now   creasing   in   exhaustion   .   at   this   point   ,   he  can’t   help   but   wryly   chuckle   at   the   irony   .   a  pause   ensues   ,   before   river   slants   his   head   back   with   a   enervating   sigh   .   ❛   i’m   not   going   to   ask   again   ,   roman   .   leave   .   ❜

𝐀   𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐘   𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄   is   all   it   takes   to   realize   that   his   accusations   had   been   unfounded.   the   room   looks   and   smells   worse   than   if   a   bomb   had   gone   off   in   it,   piles   of   clothes   complemented   by   empty   fast   food   cartons.   it   isn’t  something   wholly   out   of   the   ordinary   for   the   normally   lackadaisical   male,   but   what’s   the   most   striking   is   the   LACK   of   alcohol   bottles   strewn   across   the   room.   rome   knows   that   he’s   wrong   to   assume   so   soon,   but   there’s   still   the   heavy   reminder   of   river’s   near-lifeless   frame   that   casts   as   shadow   of   doubt   on   his   newfound   conviction.   there   can   be   hidden   vices   he   doesn’t   see,   and   there’s   part   of   him   that   wouldn’t   want   to   know   otherwise.   there’s   another   part   of   him--   one   decidedly   MUCH   more   terrifying--   that   wants   nothing   more   than   to   cross   the   few   steps   between   them   and   push   his   fingers   through   sweat-soaked   locks   not   roughly   enough   to   hurt,   but   just   to   show   river   just   how   scared   rome   was   as   he   draws   the   other   as   close   as   he   humanly   can.   it’s   that   part   of   him   that   almost   prevails   until   the   curt   demand   hits   his   ears,   and   he   finds   himself   straightening   with   anger   as   river   finally   mans   the   fuck   up   and   faces   him.   ‘   what   the   fuck   is   wrong   with   me   ?   ’   the   incredulity   sounds   harsh   even   to   his   own   ears,   and,   oh,   he’s   just   getting   started.   ‘   what   the   fuck   is   wrong   with   YOU,   river   ?   ’   the   words   drip   from   his   lips   like   burning   acid,   worsened   by   the   blazing   gaze   he   casts   upon   the   other.   behind   his   eyelids,   he’s   eleven   again,   sitting   patiently   beside   his   mother   as   a   male   in   a   white   coat   rattles   off   words   like   antabuse...   addiction...   recovery...   choice.   he   remembers   how   fiercely   she   had   promised   that   she   was   done,   and   he   remembers   the   trembling   hands   that   held   her   hair   back   as   she   emptied   her   stomach   of   the   poison   that   was   slowly   killing   her   just   as   fiercely.   ‘   what,   do   you   think   you’re   fucking   cool   for   downing   fifths   at   ragers   ?   you   think   that   the   fucking   pledges   will   like   you   more   when   you   get   so   fucking   blackout   that   you   start   breaking   shit   ?   ’   broad   arms   are   spread   wide   as   if   he’s   waiting   for   a   litany   of   answers   that   he   knows   will   never   come,   but   they   drop   limply   to   his   sides   as   the   wild   anger   slips   from   his   face,   replaced   by   something   unreadable.   ‘   i   thought   you   were   fucking   dead,   river.   you   have   a   fucking   problem,   and   you   need   help.   ’

[romefm]

                                          ╰  ＊   her  glossed  lips  lift  ,  head  tilting  to  the  side  as  she  chuckles  ,  “  that’s  funny  pierce  .  you  sound  like  a  guy  ‘ve  just  gone  down  on  .  breathless  ,  completely  in  awe  of  moi  , ”  wynter  gestures  to  herself  ,  a  glint  in  her  eye  ,  “  i  always  knew  you  fantasized  ‘bout  me  .  ”  her  tone  a  tease  ,  tongue  &  cheek  as  mascara  laden  lashes  flutter  dramatically  .  the  water  bottle  a  temptation  ,  one  she  knows  rome  won’t  be  able  to  resist  –  a  rush  of  triumph  ,  like  a  hit  from  a  blunt  ,   consumes  her  as  he  grabs  it  .  victory  short  lived  at  the  brunet’s  utterance    .  her  lower  lip  juts  out  in  a  pout  ,  “  do  you  really  think  so  little  of  me  rome -  y  ?  please  ,  that’s  an  empty  threat  &  you  know  it  .  the  boys  would  all  miss  me  &  my  peep  shows  if  i  stopped  comin’  around  .  ”  her  mood  lifts  instantly  ,  mercurial  as  ever  as  wynter  quips  ,  “  only  the  very  best  for  you  .  &  me  ‘cause  you’re  obviously  fuckin’  sharing  .  ”  reaching  forward  ,  she  takes  the  hydroflask  back  so  she  can  take  a  shot  .  handing  it  over  again  ,  the  lid  dangling  from  a  perfectly  ,  manicured  finger  ,  she  questions  ,  “  how’re  you  ever  gonna  repay  my  generosity  ?  ‘cause  i  got  a  few  ideas  ,  but  you  might  just  be  the  only  other  person  on  this  fuckin’  planet  that  can  out  think  me  .  ”  her  eyebrows  lift  ,  the  undertone  of  a  challenge  seamlessly  intertwined  with  her  compliment  as  wynter  takes  a  seat  on  the  bench  –  as  if  buying  the  brunet  time  to  think  .

𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐩, 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐚' 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 !

𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑'𝐒   𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐓𝐎   steal   what   little   sunlight   they   have   left   is   a   vengeance   matched   by   no   other,   but   california   fights   back   with   a   stubborn   warm   air   that   keeps   the   chill   from   roman’s   bones   as   he   stands   across   from   the   group   of   sigmas.   a   pair   led   hues   sharp   enough   to   slice   through   the   darkness   act   as   the   only   other   witness   to   this   impromptu   meeting,   though   roman   wouldn’t   be   surprised   if   a   gaggle   of   doting   kappas   arrived   to   cheer   on   the   sigma’s   inevitable   loss.   in   contrast,   he’s   got   the   only   company   he   needs--   perhaps   the   one   person   who’s   just   as   GONE   as   he   is   with   absolutely   no   intention   of   making   a   change   for   the   better.   his   dark   eyes   cut   sideways   toward   where   wynter’s   lithe   frame   makes   a   home   out   of   the   hood   of   his   granturismo,   biding   the   rebel   with   the   slightest   uptick   at   the   corner   of   his   lips   before   his   attention   returns   to   the   competition.   ‘   gentleman,   can   we   not   make   this   an   all   night   fucking   event   ?   it’s   a   race,   if   you’re   STILL   strategizing   this   hard,   i   have   some   bad   news   for   you.   ’   the   slightest   of   breezes   curls   around   his   broad   frame,   ghosting   over   the   short   hairs   at   the   base   of   his   neck.   he   slips   his   hands   into   his   pockets,   brows   raised.   ‘   a   three   mile   loop,   shouldn’t   take   more   than   five   minutes   if   you’re   halfway   competent.   ’   the   quarterback’s   gaze   slides   between   the   pair.   ‘   and   you   are   competent,   right   ?   ’   the   hesitance   is   utilized   purely   to   antagonize,   but   the   curt   nod   in   response   is   all   he   needs.   ‘   i   win,   she   gets   your   car.   ’   a   pointed   finger   moves   between   wynter   and   the   humming   jaguar   obscured   behind   the   dynamic   duo   of   idiots.   ‘   you   win...   ’   his   nose   scrunches   as   he   trails   off,   ‘   ah,   let’s   not   worry   about   that,   yeah   ?   race   starts   in   a   minute.   ’   the   gravel   crunches   noisily   beneath   his   shoes,   but   it’s   nothing   in   comparison   to   the   way   that   wyn’s   bare   skin   BURNS   under   his   fingertips   as   he   looms   over   her,   pupils   blown   in   the   dark.   ‘   call   it   your   repayment.   ’

[romefm]

michellefm :

CLOSED  STARTER     ;    rome,   p.

saying  she  was  miserable  was  an  understatement    ;   stiff  joints,  throbbing  head  and  the  nausea  that  came  in  waves  all  pointed  to  a  wild  night    ──    even  if  she  struggled  to  remember  most  of  it.   at  least  michelle  had  the  will  power  to  pull  herself  together    (    the  chanel  fuzzy  slippers  she  sported  might  say  otherwise    )    enough  to  grab  a  coffee.   liquid  gold  in  hand,   the  aroma  sending  her  senses  into  a  frenzy    ──    and  to  think  she  was  in  denial  about  having  a  caffeine  addiction.    however,   the  will  power  to  actually  wait  for  the  black  liquid  to  cool  was  completely  out  of  the  question  as  michelle  proceeds  to  destroy  her  taste  buds  with  a  sip  of  desperation.   who  knows,   maybe  coffee  would  fix  everything.   her  peace  and  quiet  becomes  short  lived  as  her    favourite  hollingsworth  beefcake    finds  his  way  into  her  serenity.   well,   if  nothing  else  rome  was  someone  she’d  easily  direct  her  misery  at   …   sliver  linings.    “      last  time  i  checked  i  didn’t  say  your  name  three  times  to  summon  you.      ”

                                                                                                    @romefm​​

𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇   𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅   𝐎𝐅   𝐓𝐇𝐄   hollingsworth   panthers   faithful   expecting   him   to   ditch   the   bowl   game   and   declare   for   the   draft   and   the   other   half   ready   to   crucify   him   for   doing   so,   roman   pierce   stuck   in   this   strange   purgatory-like   state.   regardless   of   what   he   does,   it   doesn’t   seem   like   there’s   any   right   choice--   stay   for   the   game,   risk   injury.   leave   the   team   and   technically   the   school   behind,   too.   it   wasn’t   a   decision   he   was   wholly   ready   to   make,   as   evident   by   his   notable   silence   on   twitter   regarding   the   matter,   but   he’d   resolved   to   steadily   coast   his   indecision   until   january   first,   more   than   likely   to   silently   take   the   field   for   one   last   hurrah   with   the   team.   everyone   else   seems   to   buy   into   the   bullshit,   except   for   his   dad,   and   it’s   one   perfectly-timed   phone   call   that   leads   to   him   losing   ALL   of   last   night   within   a   bottle   of   don.   it’s   a   miracle   that   his   brain   hasn’t   melted   through   his   ears   with   the   way   this   hangover   is   determined   to   kill   him.   he   doesn’t   bother   to   look   up   when   he   slips   into   a   seat   at   the   campus   coffee   shop,   his   head   immediately   burrowing   in   the   comfort   of   his   arms   despite   the   greeting.   ‘   don’t   look   at   me--   in   fact,   don’t   even   breathe   in   my   vicinity   or   i’m   liable   to   make   this   a   very   bad   morning   for   both   of   us.   ’

[sutttontm]

˚  . ⊹    𝒔𝒏𝒂𝒑𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒕   :   open.

[romefm]

𝒔𝒂𝒎     :     i’m  getting  some  serious  deja  vu  here  ,  put  up  or  shut  up  ,  pierce 𝒔𝒂𝒎     :     i  mean  we  know  how  i  am  on  claws  ,  haven’t  popped  a  xanny  since  like  june  𝒔𝒂𝒎     :     are  you  really  brave  enough  to  let  that  cat  out  of  the  bag   ? 𝒔𝒂𝒎     :     also  not  quite  sure  i  trust  your  aim  

𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖊   :   what’s   the   newest   one   ?   kyle   ?   gotta   make   sure   i   get   my   deets   straight 𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖊   :   what   ,   are   you   scared   ,   samira   ? 𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖊   :    it’s   almost   xmas   ,   we   gotta   prove   to   santa   we   aren’t   pussies   seeing   is   that   hoping   for   the   nice   list   isn’t   realistic   anymore

[romefm]

*   ◞   𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐬𝐠  :  sharpay 👩‍🎤

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐥 : if u keep this up , then possibly lol

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐥 : roman , those are ceremonies for awards that i have no interest in receiving . i think u meant to refer to the tony , but anyway , when you put it in that context , i do understand . that is pretty devastating .

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐥 : perhaps one of these days u can enlighten me on the sport , and i'll be sure to take notes . while on another occasion , i'll introduce u to the enchanting world of musical theatre . we can start with a favorite of mine , funny girl , with the barbra streisand .🤩

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐥 : what's so wrong with people knowing you're in touch with your feelings ? in fact , it might favor you in many ways , especially when it comes to scoring with the ladies , or gentlemen , idk whatever you're into . . though now that i think about it , i doubt you have much trouble in that department anyway lol .

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐥 : however , i can't deny , i do feel special knowing how big of a heart u truly have . ☺️

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐥 : i always pegged him as an herbal tea kind of guy , but ? my intuition may be off . BUT LMAO HIM AT A PIKE PARTYYYYYY . he will probably try to recruit people , start group during the midst of all the festivities . oh gerald .

𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖊 : wyd for the hols , adele ?

𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖊 : something fun , i hope

[romefm]

            ariana  would  be  a  bold - faced  liar  if  she  said  that  she  didn’t  take  the  few  seconds  as  she  approached  her  ex  to  check  him  out  .  she’d  seen  his  toned  physique  plenty  of  times  without  a  sweated  through  tee  and  bottoms  hiding  all  the  good  parts  ,  but  ariana  knows  better  than  to  ogle  him  like  a  peace  of  meat  .  not  after  the  fucked  up  thing  he  managed  to  do  .  she’s  going  to  grudge  for  as  long  as  she  can  ,   especially  considering  that  she  never  received  a  proper  apology  from  either  of  the  parties  responsible  for  stomping  all  over  her  heart  ,  but  maybe  someday  she’ll  learn  to  forgive  and  forget  .  the  keyword  here  is  maybe  .  hazel  hues  watch  as  rome  drops  the  weights  with  a  clattering  noise  ,  and  she  sets  the  watermelon  colored  hydro  flask  down  on  the  floor  beside  the  bench  .  ‘  i  wish  it  was  free  mimosa  day  ,  but  i  don’t  think  the  kappas  would  give  you  space  to  actually  do  your  thing  .  you  know  how  uppity  than  can  be  .  ’  there’s  a  lingering  cheshire  grin  on  her  features  ,  slicking  a  hand  over  her  hair  to  move  a  stray  piece  out  of  her  eyes  .  ‘  i  just  figured  i’d  come  say  hello  .  you  know  me  ,  babe  .  you  can  take  the  fake  smile  out  of  a  congressman’s  daughter   ,  but  whatever  .  that  doesn’t  really  matter  .  i  really  just  wanted  to  come  say  hi  ,  ’  her  shoulders  roll  into  a  slight  shrug  ,  absentmindedly  resting  her  hand  against  the  male’s  thigh  .  well  ,  not  so  absentmindedly  –  she  knows  exactly  what  she’s  doing  .  ‘  besides  ,  i  just  wanted  a  little  bit  of  help  .  i  think  i’m  losing  my  touch  when  it  comes  to  doing  splits  .  you  always  did  manage  to  assist  me  with  that  .  ’  

𝐀𝐒   𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇   𝐀𝐒   𝐁𝐀𝐃   decisions   are   his   literal   area   of   expertise,   making   the   active   and   completely   sober   decision   to   approach   an   ex   has   never   been   on   his   list   of   transgressions.   to   say   that   he   handled   things   with   ariana   poorly   would   be   a   CRUEL   understatement,   but   the   regret   weighing   on   his   shoulders   isn’t   enough   to   convince   him   that   his   decision--   not   mistake,   decision--   was   the   wrong   one.   she   looks   better,   now,   he   decides,   though   it’s   wholly   not   his   place   to   determine.   ‘   mm,   not   your   type,   ’   he   agrees   with   something   close   to   a   smile   tugging   at   his   lips,   arms   taut   from   vigorous   exercise   nearly   shaking   them   as   he   forces   them   to   cross   over   his   broad   chest.   if   it’s   control   that   she   wants   over   this   little   interaction,   she’ll   have   it,   but   that   doesn’t   mean   he   won’t   enjoy   the   exclusive   front   row   seat   to   the   show   that   comes   along   with   it.   the   of   mesh   of   his   shorts   is   thin   enough   to   allow   the   heat   of   her   hand   to   bleed   through,   spreading   over   his   thigh   in   a   message   that   he   takes   equally   as   an   invitation   and   a   warning,   but   he   plays   along,   thighs   parting   ever-so-slightly.   ‘   hi,   ariana,   ’   the   quarterback   greets   primly   in   his   drawled   lilt   as   if   they   aren’t   mere   inches   away   from   crossing   the   threshold   of   COMPROMISING.   the   syllables   of   her   full   name   blend   together   on   his   tongue   under   the   guide   of   his   accent   like   they   always   have,   but   time   can   make   even   the   most   familiar   seen   anything   but.     the   request   has   dark   brows   raising,   and   he   tilts   his   head.   ‘   and   you   think   we’ll   accomplish   that   here   ?   on   this   bench   ?   ’

[politedemon]

[romefm]

                     𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝖕𝖎𝖊𝖗𝖈𝖊   uploaded   to   his   𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖆                                                           ♕  12 . 17 . 19 . ♕

𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐒   𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊   𝐖𝐇𝐎   ?   ever-the-saint,   roman   pierce   starts   his   day   with   an   action   shot   of   an   hollingsworth   university   police   officer   confiscating   what   doesn’t appear   to   be   a   VASE   from   some   unlucky   son   of   a   bitch   before   supporting   pike’s   new   influx   of   rushes   during   their   annual   TITS   OUT   FOR   CHARITY   car   wash.   after   snapping   a   picture   of   the   campus’s   notorious   jesus   freak,   𝖏𝖔𝖘𝖎𝖆𝖍   𝖘𝖎𝖑𝖛𝖆𝖘   (    @josiahfm​   ),   he   supports   his   partner   in   crime,   𝖜𝖞𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗   𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖓𝖆          (   @wyntm   ),   who’s   taken   a   refreshing   dip   at   an   undisclosed   prime   finals   study   location.   he   tops   the   day   off   with   a   reminder    of   the   panther’s   upcoming   BOWL   game,   joined   by   an   unknown   guest   in   his   final   message.  

[bchemlarobinavitch]

guys this email was just sent to my entire class (including my professor I think) please enjoy

[romefm]

*   ◞   𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐬𝐠  :  sharpay 👩‍🎤

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐥 : wow .

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐥 : i see the symptoms of sleep deprivation are really starting to get to u .

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐥 : i have absolutely no idea what ur talking about rn . u lost me at falcons . also ? we have literally talked about this , ro , these football references must come to an end . u know i have zero understanding of it .

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐥 : 🤧 a man of sensitivity . #buffboyhasfeelingstoo is trending as we speak .

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐥 : that i have to agree with , he was counting the days leading to ur departure . probably had a celebration once ur foot went out the door . same can't be said for me tho , i'm fairly certain 'yung gerald' enjoyed having me there . 😌

𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖊 : do u think that's something i'll be refractory to treatment for too LMAOO

𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖊 : um ... it's like if you were the CLEAR favorite for the lead part in a ... grammy ? emmy ? winning-play and then the bitch who was your competition stole it from you within the last 10 seconds of her audition . heartwrenching shit

𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖊 : don't say that it'll ruin my street cred -_-

𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖊 : do you think he drinks ? 🤔 i mean he's GOTTA to put up w the shit he does ... maybe we could invite him to a pike party 😈

[romefm]

𝒔𝒏𝒂𝒑𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒕   ↬    𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍  𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄   .

𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥.𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫   :   exclusive  !  summer  averna  spotted  at  the  gym  and  not  just  receiving  cardio  from  walking  rodeo  dr  .

𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥.𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫   :   am  i  officially  you  yet  ?  u  might  want  to  be  worried  ,  a  few  more  gym  sessions  and  i’m  snagging  that  qb  spot  💪😤🏈 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥.𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫   :   i  may  be  generous  and  give  some  pointers  tho

𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖊   :   was   i   just   blessed   w   the   honor   of   receiving   a   thirst   trap   from   summer   averna   herself   ?   𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖊   :   my   buddy   says   not   a   chance   in   hell   ,   i’m  on   the   fence 𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖊   :   let’s   fuckin   do   it   ,   you   play   qb   and   i’ll   play   hbic   of   kappa   .   you   can   give   me   all   the   pointers   in   the   world   👻

[romefm]

wyntm :

╰  ＊  𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒅  𝒂𝒔  ︰  pierce  ,  rome  . 

                                ╰  ＊    donning  a  matching  gym  set  –  an  evergreen  cropped  long  sleeve  &  a  pair  of  high  waisted  leggings  ,  wynter  pulls  open  the  doors  to  hworth’s  athletics  gym  .  sneaking  in  under  the  guise  of  a  hard  work  out  ,  the  brunette  makes  her  way  to  the  weight  room  –  vision  tunneled  ,  focusing  on  finding  a  favored  pike  .  the  hydroflask  in  hand  conceals  its  true  contents  ,  wynter  taking  a  small  sip  –  throat  burning  slightly  as  she  tries  not  to  openly  make  a  face  .  spotting  the  brunet  reclined  on  a  bench  doing  chest  presses  ,  wynter  slows  her  gait  as  she  approaches  it  .  straddling  the  bench  ,  one  leg  swinging  over  so  she  can  look  down  at  rome  head  on   ,  wynter  quips  ,  “  need  a  little  help  there  ro’  ?  looks  like  you’re  carryin’  more  than  your  weight  class  .  what  would  coach  say  if  he  saw  ya’  workin’  this  hard  .  ”  her  honeyed  laugh  echoes  throughout  the  room  ,  body  hunched  over  from  its  force  .  “  brought  ya’  a  little  pressie  ,  you’re  lookin’  a  little  parched  .  ”  lifting  the  metal  water  bottle  ,  wynter  shakes  it  as  if  to  make  her  offer  more  tempting  .  

                                                                                    (  @romefm​  ) 

𝐇𝐄'𝐒   𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐄𝐍𝐃   of   his   workout,   the   little   energy   boost   provided   by   the   powderized   caffeine   fading   rapidly   from   his   system   as   fatigue   becomes   more   and   more   evident   with   each   grueling   rep.   most   of   the   guys   had   already   happily   retreated   from   the   team   lift   session,   but   rome,   as   usual,   had   insisted   on   staying   until   he   as   close   to   fucking   debilitated   as   possible   without   risking   injury.   that   way   at   least   he   can   be   positive   that   his   efforts   aren’t   in   vain,   especially   with   the   final   game   of   the   season   and   the   DRAFT   rapidly   approaching.   sweat   beads   at   his   hairline   and   each   descent   of   his   arms   begins   the   mental   and   physical   struggle   of   just   one   more.   frustration   licks   a   flame   up   his   spine   at   his   growing   fatigue   and   he’s   hissing   a   vehement   curse   under   his   breath   just   as   there’s   an   abrupt   presence   at   the   head   of   the   bench.   it   takes   what   feels   like   hours   for   his   eyes   to   ascend   up   the  girl’s   torso   and   that   should’ve   been   enough   of   a   clue   as   to   who   it   was,   but   it’s   the   dark   eyes   and   wicked   grin   that   promises   nothing   good   that   has   realization   dawning.   ‘   christ,   wyn,   ’   rome   greets   the   girl   around   a   breathy   chuckle,   the   heavy   dumbbells   clamoring   onto   the   floor   as   he   sits   up.   he   spins   around   on   the   bench   so   that   he   can   see   the   apparent   gift,   a   single   brow   raising   as   his   eyes   move   between   the   dangerous   smile   and   the   bottle.   eventually,   temptation   wins   out   and   he   reaches   forward   to   take   the   bottle.   ‘   if   this   is   water,   i’m   having   you   blacklisted   from   pike,   ’   he   warns   seriously,   but   smell   alone   tells   him   that   it’s   clearly   otherwise,   and   the   burn   of   the   liquor   greets   him   like   home.   ‘   dasani,   my   fucking   favorite.   you   spoil   me.   ’  

[sutttontm]

˚  . ⊹    𝒔𝒏𝒂𝒑𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒕   :   open.

[romefm]

𝒔𝒂𝒎     :     ain’t  no  laws  when  you’re  drinking  claws  bitch  !! 𝒔𝒂𝒎     :     except  the  one  where  u  gotta  pour  one  over  my  hot  dead  body 𝒔𝒂𝒎     :     how  else  am  i  gonna  party  in  the  afterlife 

𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖊   :   if   you   ever   say   that   shit   again   i’m   leaking   your   snapchat   to   all   of   the   rushes   and   telling   them   u   just   broke   up   with   your   bf 𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖊   :   i’d   be   a   little   worried   that   that’s   exactly   what   you   need   to   revive   you 𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖊   :   how   about   we   compromise   on   some   xanny   instead ... kinda   like   salt   bae   but   with   drugs

[romefm]

           most  of  the  time  ,  ariana  preferred  to  walk  around  as  if  there  was  a  chip  on  her  shoulder  .  in  truth  ,  it  fueled  her  maliciousness  and  was  often  used  as  an  excuse  to  act  the  way  that  she  did  ,  so  as  long  as  no  one  was  physically  hurt  ,  it  didn’t  really  matter  ,  right  ?   ariana  would  never  lie  that  she  held  grudges  like  it  was  her  job  ,  so  it’s  not  all  that  surprising  that  she  goes  out  of  her  way  to  remind  rome  of  the  reason  why  things  went  so  sour  between  them  .  she  doesn’t  go  the  gym  (  not  for  training  purposes  ,  anyway  )  but  it’s  the  one  place  she  knows  she’s  likely  to  find  someone  of  her  caliber  to  take  home  for  the  night  .  she  puts  on  fake  displays  of  not  knowing  how  to  do  something  despite  the  mansplaining  that  comes  with  it  ,  but  she  knows  a  tiny  act  that  can  keep  a  man  from  talking  for  the  rest  of  the  night  .  so  ,  with  the  thinnest  layer  of  sweat  on  her  tanned  skin  ,  ariana  is  about  to  head  towards  the  locker  room  when  she  noticed  a  figure  that’s  hard  to  forget  even  if  she  tried  her  hardest  to  do  so  .  she  takes  light  footsteps  ,  even  though  she’s  sure  that  her  appearance  will  be  shown  in  the  mirror  ,  but  she  does  so  anyway  until  she  sinks  down  onto  the  bench  without  so  much  of  a  polite  greeting  .  ‘  well  ,  fancy  seeing  you  here  .  ’  @romefm​  !

𝐀   𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐅   𝐀𝐈𝐑   pushes   through   pursed   lips,   and   the   peaks   of   his   knuckles   are   stretched   ghost-white   with   the   effort   he’s   exerting.   the   weights   clink   with   each   rep,   but   any   noise   is   drowned   out   by   the   music  blaring   from   the   beats   covering   his   ears.   fourteen...   fifteen...   sixteen.   his   arms   tremble   more   and   more   with   the   subsequent   efforts,   but   he   doesn’t   stop.   he’s   slowing,   he   can   feel   it,   but   that   only   fuels   his   frustrations   even   more,   and   he’s   determined   to   push   through   another   five   reps,   his   heart   POUNDING   so   hard   that   he’d   be   concerned   it   might   burst   forth   from   his   chest   if   he   didn’t   know   that   he   could   do   better.   it’s   between   his   twenty-third   and   twenty-fourth   rep   that   an   approaching   figure   saunters   into   his   peripheral   vision   much   like   the   grim   reaper   on   his   day   of   reckoning   with   a   cordial   your   time   of   being   an   asshole   on   this   earth   is   up,   pal,   and   he   immediately   thinks   back   to   his   week,   wondering   if   he   had   done   anything   outside   of   the   realm   of   is   usual   terrorizing   to   deserve   a   hefty   dose   of   karma.   he   finishes   the   set,   the   barbell   clinking   noisily   against   the   metal   of   the   rack   just   as   the   bench   dips   under   the   added   weight,   and   rome   sits   up   to   face   his   fate.   ‘   ariana,   ’   he   greets   with   a   leering   grin,   hazel   hues   blazing   on   a   dangerous   descending   path   over   a   physique   that   he   many   times   donning   a   lot   less.   ‘   is   it   free   mimosa   day   at   the   gym   ?   i   must’ve   missed   the   memo.   ’

[becca-archive]

[michellefm]

ft. @romefm