rodrikstark's headcanons (part 1)

c. shea + working out together

you agreed to train for a marathon with colin not because you actually wanted to check that off your list as a life goal, but because you wanted to spend more time with him.

his increasingly successful music career had been stealing him away from you night after night—weekends, especially—and you missed him enough that it felt like sacrilege to work out separately, too.

"hello again, beautiful."

as you run around the oval-shaped track in the gym, you hold back a laugh as colin laps you for a second time, his head turning to stare and wink at you as he passes.

the third time he's about to lap you, he instead chooses to slow down, matching your pace. "can i have your number?"

you feel your face heat up at his deep voice. "i don't give my number out to strangers."

he spins around, running backwards now. "maybe we should get to know each other."

now you push your pace, speeding past him as he laughs.

minutes later, you ignore colin's lingering gaze from the opposite side of the track as you slow to a walk, making your way to another area of the gym to work on your core.

you actually get a lot done as colin lifts weights elsewhere. but, with the distraction of poppy, fast music blasting in your ears, you jump a little when he taps you on the shoulder again.

"i'm colin," he says, all sultry, reaching out a hand to help you off your mat and onto your feet.

"i'm busy," you reply haughtily, trying to ignore the way he is clearly looking at you, up and down.

"i need a spotter." he jerks his head towards the machines. "wanted to ask the hottest girl in the gym."

"what do i get in return?"

"i'll make you a protein shake when we get home."

you giggle at his earnest look. "we're dropping the act already?"

he looks sheepish. "not an act anymore. i actually need a spotter." colin takes your hand, beaming at you the whole time as you walk together, to the other end of the gym. "and you are the hottest girl here."