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a/n: oh shit it’s been 10 years since I wrote a fan fic lol but hi im lizzy & i saw master of the universe and was changed by adam glenn. this fic is heavily inspired by this blurb. mostly fluff, some explicit suggestive content so minors go away pls. sorry bbs but please do not interact with my blog. thank u and i hope u enjoy. <3
You dabbled with the different aesthetics of gym fashion on the internet, never really finding a niche. You knew you wanted to put a little bit more effort in your look seeing as your figure has approached the definition you hoped for, after all those years ago when you first stepped the sweaty OKC concrete building.
You eventually learned that your niche just found you. Which was honestly what you normally wear but a little more leg, a little more purple and a hefty bill on platform converse.
Okay, maybe the splurge on new pieces were partially due to a wonderfully beefy and wholesome(ly) nerdy asshole who as of 6 months ago, starting attending your gym. He wasn’t really an asshole but he looked like he did, and was awkwardly sweet to you (complimenting your normal band tees or retro Chucks) so that made him this weird anomaly of the sea of men who usually frequent the gym which made him an asshole.
And he was, of course, hitting the some deadlifts when you first saw him as if you weren’t already nervous enough in this new get up.
You swiped your membership just as he clenched at the top. Only Adam Glenn would have S(ASS)Y printed on grey jersey shorts. And he was most definitely wearing them as some sort of punishment due to a bet.
His black Pro-Club (he wore them because they were thick and swallowed up his sweat - his words - when you questioned how the fuck he didn’t pass out wearing those) was slightly hiked up his back so upon closer inspection you saw sweat and back dimples and smooth skin. He was totally an asshole for that.
Adam dropped the bar and went to adjust his headphones when you caught his eyes in the mirror in front of him. A smile immediately welcomed his face which you returned, before his eyes drifted down your frame. Your Smashing Pumpkins tee made it so your shorts weren’t visible so it was pretty much head, shirt and then lots of legs.
Adam’s brows furrowed in a quizzical way and then softened when he got an eyeful of the tattoo covering your knee.
Adam was fucked.
You felt eyes every step to the lockers, burning hot on the back up your calves up your back. You silently prayed to yourself that you would not trip up the stairs and as you made the final steps to the beige steel, you thanks the heavens softly that you made it safely.
You rummaged around your duffel for the orange combination lock before hearing a small squeak of shoes right next to you.
“Babe!”
@/laylalifts. Fitness influencer. Earth sign. Thai food enthusiast. And the sweetest girl on this planet. She taught you how to tie your hair up with a spare G-string you had and since then, you two lift together on Wednesdays.
She kissed your cheek, minty gum filling your nostrils. Layla clicked her head to the side before resting her back on the lockers to give you her full attention.
After settling your locker affairs, you pulled your big tee off, just left in a teal sports bra and lavender skin-tight shorts.
Layla raised her eyebrows before giving you a wink and mouthing “sexy” before you both shuffled over the dedicated area to stretch.
The grey warm up mat was cold against the skin of your thighs. Adam was at least 20 minutes ahead of you in the workout so you knew once your warmup ceased, he’d be moving onto a different machine unlike the deadlift area that occupied the space near the warm up mats.
Just as you and Layla descended into opposite legs splits (or as far you could go into split-ish position), your friend leaned over and said, ”Oh, Adam wants your entire cookie.” She hiccuped a laugh as she reached back to pull her right leg to meet her bum.
“Quit it.” You hissed.
“-But he’s like staring at your ass between his set.”
“Please don’t tell me any of this-“
“But he’s trying to be respectful about it. But like- he looks starved , dude.”
You stretched back into a lunge when Layla made a small bark under her breath,” He’s trying to be your dog, honey. Poor thang.”
***
Layla swore up and down that today was your duo leg day. You argued in your mind about it but ultimately, since she was so adamant, you went along with it. You were hoping for all back and arms but didn’t have the energy to protest.
The workout was grueling. It felt like Layla had you doing more sets than her. But that dopamine hit that followed a perfect set of donkey kicks made it all worth it.
You found Adam nursing a protein shake and cooling down on a treadmill when Layla annoyingly suggested we needed to find him to take pics of the two of you for Instagram. He took a swig as you approached him, looking intensely at something on his propped up phone (which you’d later learn was a videos of cats hopping in fright).
Layla yanked the Emergency Stop string, causing Adam to near face plant on the tread. His eyes squinted with anger soon turns peaceful when he noticed you were silently behind Layla.
“Can you take some pics of our pump for us?”
“You didn’t have to stop the treadmill to ask.”
“But like, can you do it?”
“…Yes.”
Layla squealed and led the way, leaving you behind her and Adam behind you. You felt a small tug on the long braid you made in your hair, having to swallow a moan as a result.
Adam’s small welcomed assault slowed you down for a second so you two were walking next to each other.
“Nice shirt today.” Adam said after a minute or two.
You smiled,” Thanks. I picked it up from the Flea Market you suggested.”
Adam was silent for a moment and then cleared his throat,” Mm, havent been there in a bit… We should, uh-,” His sneakers hit a little bump on the ground,” We should go sometime… Together. Like we should go together?”
Your eye widened. Thankfully Adam could not see your instant reaction too well as you were afraid it may come across as something else. Because you did really want to do that.
You. Adam. Iced coffee. Him carrying around some painting you decided you needed to buy. You insisting you’d buy him a cat sweater as a thank you.
Yeah, that sounded pretty perfect.
When you all found your destination (which only cleared up because Layla sweet talked some frat boy), Layla pulled you towards her and smoothed some of your baby hairs back.
“I’d like that,” You shyly smiled to Adam.
Layla knew the best angles; She has a vision. First she had you flexing your left bicep and her playfully biting it. It made Adam chuckle a little too loud and you steam a slight embarrassment.
The three of you played around with different angles (Adam was kind of giant so his angles were the best) for a few minutes before a lightbulb went off in Layla’s head.
“Ooooh,” She had you both turn your back to Adam, opposite hips connected. The idea was that you would both show off your backs and then Layla had you look back at it if you will, head pointed towards the camera, still showing off your back. When you tossed your head towards Adam, you saw it written all over his face.
If Adam Glenn could yank down those little annoying shorts and take you right there, he would.
Adam Glenn was most definitely fucked.
It didn’t help that Layla took the opportunity to take her left hand, and playfully grab your ass for a picture.
And then say…
“You have the cutest little ass. Adam - isn’t she like soooo hot?!”
Adam look like he short circuited for a second. He quickly rebooted, cleaned his throat which was quite unnecessary because he just nodded.
Layla continued, “I mean like, soo fuckin’ hot. Look at this bod. And her face is to die for. I can’t believe you look like this after a workout.”
Adam’s big hands gripped the little phone tightly. The whites of his knuckles peeking through. You were slightly awkward but knew Layla was playing up her normal compliments for Adam.
Layla let out a little snicker before kissing your cheek, whispering thank you and going to pluck the phone from Adam.
“Thank you, giant man.” And she skipped off, leaving you two behind.
It was silent for a moment before you both spoke at the same time.
“Sorry about what, Ad-“
“-You are gorgeous.”
And this wasn’t the best time for it, but you know your nipples hardened under your sports bra that you removed the padding from.
Adam’s eyes dropped lowly, he licked his lips and whispered,” Am I fucking insane?”
He swiped up his protein shake and scurried off into the men’s locker room.
You shook your head left to right and met Layla on the treadmills who was selecting the best of the best for her gym pic dump.
You started the machine at a power walk.
Layla didn’t say anything before turning to look at you to bark. The sound descended into a fit of laughter.
“-A fucking puppy begging for treats.”
—-
and fin <3
ah, more to come soon. who wants to skip the fluff and read about them fucking in the parking lot of the gym lol.
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