roman.

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grabbing a bottle of wine from the mini fridge in his room, roman didn’t bother with the glasses before sitting back down on his bed. kicking his feet up, his eyes shifted to hers while holding the bottle up, as if baiting her closer with promises of alcohol. smirk settling in comfortably on his face, he spoke up with a teasing tone to his voice, “i think we deserve it. another week closer to summer.” roman crossed his ankles, placing the wine bottle between his thighs in order to hold it steady while retrieving his corkscrew from the nightstand and quickly popping it out. “didn’t hear from you much. got kind of lonely without you around. you didn’t replace me did you?” he pouted, though it only lasted a mere two seconds before fading back into a smirk. “also, i hope you like that hoodie i saw you wearing the other day. looks pretty similar to the one i have... well, had.” he teased, hoping that was apparent enough from his tone. // @freyatm​

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charlee-scott‌:

Her shoulders still shook with a giggle that didn’t want to leave yet, like a wrinkle evading a hot iron– she supposed it was the sleep deprivation catching up to her, often her thoughts were scrambled and her reactions bizarre. Charlee bit at the inside of her cheek to stifle them. The bar was intimidating, but from the corner of her eye she took note of how much he was taking off of the sides. One plate clinked against the next until he deemed it appropriate enough of a challenge.

Warm fingers wrapped around the bar and she let out a breath. She hated this, strength training, but packaged as a competition she could almost see the appeal. “Fine.” Dark eyes met his as she looked up, “And when I can do it, what do I get? A free meal, no date attached?” Charlee was stalling, and she tucked in another breath, lifting the bar off of the stand to bring it down. It was heavy, possibly near enough to her own body weight and she strained, skinny arms sloppily getting it back onto the rack before she let out the breath. “Jesus fuck.”

when she sat down, his hands held the bar and he gave it a quick lift to make sure that it wasn’t more than he thought she could handle. of course, he could be wrong and she was about to show him up big time. still, he was hoping that the universe was on his side in that moment and he would be able to get a date out of winning a simple challenge. with her own offer on the table now, he just gave her a quick smirk as he looked down at her. “you win and you can get anything you want. no limit. if all you are wanting is food, i’d say you aren’t asking for enough,” he shrugged, smirk barely wavering. “but come on, let’s see how much you can handle princess.”

as she began to lift the bar, he watched as she struggled to bring it down towards her chest. roman tucked his lip between his teeth, a habit he had when he was concentrating, which he was. he was ready to help if something went wrong, hands hovering nearby in order to try and catch it if her arms gave out. despite probably fucking up his wrist or arm in the process. when she put the bar back down though, he was slightly impressed. eyebrows raised as a quiet chuckle fell from his lips. “weak... but i’ll give that to you,” roman moved around so that he could offer her a hand to help her up. an asshole at times, he did still have a side to him that wasn’t so bad. “give me a week though and i’m sure i can beat you in this same challenge. my splits versus your bench press. but for now... what would you like? food? or did you want something else?”

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Charlee didn’t bother stifling her laugh as Roman began to lower himself to the ground. She could see the point that he was beginning to feel strained, the way that he tucked in a breath as his fingers hovered over the ground. It was his ego that she wanted to flatten, had she of had her phone nearby she would have taken a picture– “Very graceful,” Charlee said, snickering as he finally conceded and relieved himself of the strain. “Better walk that off,” the brunette said casually, “Wouldn’t want to cause a tear.”  She carded back her hair before easily scraping it off of her neck to catch back in a hair tie. 

It was his challenge that made her lift her brows, looking over at the arrangement with the weights. She was a tumbler, and a flyer, and it required her to have the strength to hoist herself up and balance– but Charlee certainly wasn’t benching anything that Roman was. Her jaw set, she didn’t like the smug way that Roman looked at her, as if he knew she’d say no. “Bet I can.” If she hurt herself, there’d be hell to pay, but in the moment, the satisfaction of beating Roman at his own game was more important. She stood, taking place at the bench before looking harriedly at the weights on the end of the bar. “If you drop this on me, I’ll kill you.”

his cheeks were tinted red, which was not something that happened very often. yet, she had seemed to make it happened after only a few minutes. “got all that out of your system now?” he asked with a small raise of his eyebrow. roman took a second to gather himself before standing up and, like she had said to do, walking it off. he winced a bit as he took the first step but by the time he made it over to the bench, he was fine. taking a couple of the weights off each side from his earlier set, he stood behind the bar and waited on her. “go on then,” he had a playful smirk on his lips, interested to see just how much she could lift.

“i won’t drop it. you need to trust me,” he chuckled, hands positioning themselves under the bar. “what do i get if you can’t do it?” roman questioned, looking down at her. “a date?”

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“I know you can’t do it,” Charlee corrected, taking the position effortlessly. She liked to stretch at the gym, watching the kinesiology meatheads lose their minds while she contorted in impossible ways was a source of strange amusement. It made her feel as though she was superhuman, as if their whispers of ‘how did she even do that’ made her better at her craft, like she fed off of their energy. “Side, I don’t want to have to peel you off the ground later because you crushed your nuts.” Charlee’s smile hitched, “It’s the worst place to get a strain too, don’t overextend trying to be a hero.”

the certainty in her voice lit a fire inside of him. of course the realistic side of things would show that there was no way that roman, someone who had never attempted the splits in his adult life, would be able to do it on the first try with no prior practice. still, his stubbornness showed itself in full force as he waited for her to give him direction and he sat up slightly before shifting in position to do a side split. his hands were on either side of him as he tried to carefully lower himself. getting a glimpse of his current position was enough to make him want to roll his eyes, but he was determined. a look of discomfort on his face as he got lower, his hand barely touching the ground to catch himself before his legs gave out and he quickly bent them in order to relieve himself of the pain.

as soon as he hit the ground, he let out a groan followed by a few muttered curses. he avoided looking at her momentarily, not wanting to see whatever smug look may be on her face in that moment. “give me a week, i’ll be able to do it. bet,” he said with just as much certainty as she had had before. “but i’m sure if you were to try and bench even a quarter of what i was doing, you wouldn’t be able to do that either, princess,” he challenged back, eyebrow quirked in amusement as he waited to see if she would take the bait. “don’t worry, i’ll spot you,” he grinned, quickly trying to peel the attention away from his failure.

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She leaned back now, stretching out her back– joints cracked as her spine arched and flexed before she sat, ramrod straight with Roman in front of her. A dark brow raised, but she found herself quietly amused by her new student. “Tumbling class for dummies?” Charlee said, her head tilting while she assessed something that she could make him do. Finally, a grin tugged at her lips. “Wanna try and do a split?” 

“ouch,” he replied with a hand to his heart before dropping it back down to rest behind him, his body relaxing back into it as he watched her. “is that what you think of me after five seconds?” the grin on her lips caused his own lips to turn upwards. at her suggestion though, his face went neutral and he leaned forward. had he ever attempted to do the splits? no. was he going to turn down the challenge? hell no. “you don’t think i can do it, do you?” he finally spoke up, putting on his best look of confidence before gesturing for her to continue. “middle or side split?” he asked before spreading his legs as if getting ready to push himself forward to do a middle split, but waiting for a response instead.

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Charlee looked up from her position on the mat, legs wide in a split and her torso nearly flat on the ground in front of her. She didn’t often listen to music when she was at the gym, she liked the non committal hum of the radio and the tuneless chatter of the regulars, finding her pace with her own breath and heartbeat. It was Roman’s voice that made her pause, still in position, just glancing up through her lashes. “Flexibility training. How’s lifting heavy things and putting them back down helping you?” Charlee counted off another five seconds before straightening, crossing her legs underneath her.

roman laid back on the bench, hands gripping the bar as he let out a small chuckle. he turned his head to look at her again, lip tucked between his teeth momentarily before speaking. “cute,” he paused, turning back to focus on his bench presses. he cut his set short though because of the distraction to his right. it wasn’t like she had been asking him to, but he took it upon himself to walk over and take a seat across from her on the ground. he mimicked her position before his eyes focused on her. “go on then, what are we doing next?” he asked, cocky smirk steady on his lips while waiting for a response.

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his breathing was heavy as he had just finished a set of deadlifts, but it didn’t take long for it to steady back out. his gaze had been back and forth from her back to the wall across from him for the past few minutes now. pulling an airpod out so he could monitor how loud he was, roman moved to sit down on the bench before speaking up. “how is this helping you?” he asked, eyebrow raised as he spoke to make his words sound more judgy than maybe they had seemed before. // @charlee-scott​

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is there someone who continuously lets you down?

“yes. the people who built the parking lots on campus. how am i supposed to take my yacht out for a drive and not be able to park it anywhere while i’m in class?”

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do u wish u had extra meat in ur sandwich

“if i have too much extra, then you won’t be able to get your mouth around it to enjoy, sweetheart”

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anyone on campus that you've got your eye on?

“the lady at the caf that puts extra meat on my sandwich for me for no extra charge. a milf underneath that hair net. charlee is a close second.”

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Have you ever been cheated on?

“are you suggesting i wouldn’t be enough for someone?”

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why are you scared of being alone?

“because then who would suck me off?”

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HONESTY HOUR

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STEPHEN JAMES ❙ CISMALE』 ⟿ looks like ROMAN KINGSTON is here for HIS SENIOR year as a POLITICAL SCIENCE student. HE is 25 years old & known to be ATHLETIC, HONEST, ARROGANT, & CARELESS. They’re living in MORIS, so if you’re there, watch out for them. ⬳ ooc anna. 24. cst. she/her.

it’s anna again (georgie’s mun) and i’m here to present your run of the mill fuckboy with daddy issues. money and an ego? deadly. and annoying. anyways, i’ve got all of his stuff posted for your reading pleasure. and with this posted, i am going to take a nap and then i’ll be on the rest of the day to do replies and plot. pls hit me up for plots and let me know if you have any ideas since i am sure i will love whatever. also, if you want to snatch up any of the connections i have posted, let me know! i might be mobile for a bit though so i’ll message some people before i snooze.

ABOUT. WANTED. PINTEREST.

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