#THE ONE TIME HE GETS TO BEAT YOUR ASS BRO JUST STARTS ROASTING YOU

[the-acid-pear]

I just remembered Henry did kill Steven I had entirely forgotten that bc it's so out of the blue. I hate DSaF 3 but by god I have to play it.

[existslikepristin]

Yexercise

This was the vote story immediately after Movie Night. Note: image has all three members from the beginning, but it ended up being all Yeri.

Tags: TheLounge, Red Velvet, Yeri, male reader insert, blowjob, titfucking, anal, va--nilla sex, workout sex, exhaustion, kink talk, appearances from Wendy/Seulgi/Irene but JoY hAs A bOyFrIeNd

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"Hey, thanks. You don't need to give me the discount though," you say. You put your wallet back in your pocket, pick up the bag of muffins, and take the coffee from the guy across the counter.

"Nonsense! The Lounge wouldn't be so successful without your help. Besides, the profit margin on that stuff is insane."

The two of you chuckle with each other for a moment, and you smell the coffee he practically gave you free. Fresh roasted and ground on location, not too much sugar, and slightly more cream than usual. "Damn, man. This stuff smells like heaven."

"Heaven? Haha! More like Brazil! But speaking of heaven, who's the lucky lady today? You never get more than one muffin on your own."

You shrug. The man knows you, that's for sure. "Well, not a date this time. Wendy asked me to meet her here,"

"Oh, Red Velvet?"

"Yup. I think it's a business thing. I was asking her about song composing but I'm not supposed to tell you she's getting into that."

"Of course." He raises his eyebrows and flattens his mouth. "You know how Mr. SM can be about these things."

That's exactly what SinB and Eunha said and did a couple days ago, and nobody ever explained what they meant. "Actually, I--"

"Ah, there she is! And Seulgi and Yeri too!"

You turn around to see that he is definitely correct. Holding the door open is Wendy, dressed in a blue-and-white-striped sweater that sags off one of her shoulders, baggy blue jeans, and white sneakers. Her light brown hair is draped over one shoulder. Her casual outfit is contrasted by her exceptional, yet minimal make up.

Yeri has already passed her and entered the building. Unlike Wendy, her make up consists of some lazy eyeliner and not much else. Your heart skips a beat when you see her light gray yoga pants are as tight as a second skin, though her pink hoodie hangs just low enough to see any of her ass. She's cut her hair into a short bob again, and dyed it dirty blonde.

Seulgi follows Yeri, and certainly looks the most put-together overall. Her jet black hair is pulled into a ponytail so you can see her glamorous earrings and bright red lips. She's wearing a nearly wrinkleless white dress shirt barely see through enough to show her bra, black business pants, and short black heels.

A shiver crashes down your spine, nearly making you drop your coffee. You're not sure you'll ever get used to seeing all these gorgeous idols in person, and especially not when they're approaching you.

"Hey, sorry we're late," Wendy opens the conversation, "We got held up for a minute."

Yeri smirks. It looks like she's paying more attention to the menu overhead than to any one person. "Held up by some Canadian grandma driving."

Wendy frowns. "It's called a speed limit."

Seulgi gives you a short bow. You do the same back. Finally, a regular greeting. Then again, it makes sense since she's the one you've spent the least amount of time with. That's not saying much though, since you haven't had much opportunity to get to know any member of Red Velvet. "Good to see you again," she says formally.

"Oh shut up Sluggo, you know why we're here." Yeri points up at the menu. "I'll take the mocha--"

"What she means is... Well, can we talk?" Wendy asks, looking more than a little flustered.

"Yeah, totally. I got some muffins for us to share, but I thought it was just going to be the two of--"

"Fuck yeah, bro! Thanks!" Yeri snatches the muffin bag out of your hand and has one halfway in her mouth before you can protest.

Wendy sighs. "Let's sit down, shall we?"

Getting a table with room for four is a simple matter. Seulgi sits opposite from you, Yeri next to her, and Wendy next to you.

Yeri's busy eating both of the muffins you bought, which may be the only reason Wendy is able to finish her thoughts. "So, we don't have a whole lot of time. We're actually-- well, two of us are going to a gig in like fifteen minutes, but you know we're really busy. I mean, of course, you know us, and we've got a thing in fifteen-- Ugh. I'm sorry, I'm so bad at this. How's your day been?"

Normally in all of your previous conversations, short as they have been, you've noticed that Wendy is generally much more confident than this. "Um, pretty good. It's still early though. Just got here myself, so I haven't had time to do much today."

"Oh geez, that's right. I'm sorry, the last few weeks have really just been blending together, you know? So like, you know Yerin right? I mean, of course you know Yerin. So Yerin has been talking to Joy, and you've been brought up in that, and so we know a little bit about you."

You chuckle and scratch the back of your neck. "Ah, crap. If Yerin's been talking about me, I can only imagine the kinds of things she's said." Obviously, your history with Yerin and her perverted attitude can mean one thing.

Seulgi blushes. "Y-yeah. Is it okay that we're talking to you about this?"

"I mean, we haven't really talked about anything specific yet."

"They mean sex." Yeri blurts out, slightly muffled by muffin.

You laugh. Thinking back on Wendy's texts and her vague word choices, you figured she had a serious question for you, but you still can't figure out what it is she wanted to talk to you about. It's a little awkward that she brought two of her group members with her if she's looking for advice, too. "I kind of figured that's what it was about. But hell yeah, I'm an open book. What's on your mind?"

Wendy lets out a relieved sigh. "Oh my gosh, thank you. I thought I was going to die from my own awkwardness there."

She pauses as a barista walks over with Yeri's drink. You make note of the way, out of the corner of her eye, Yeri watches the barista's ass as she walks away.

Wendy continues with a bright smile that you're a little more used to seeing, "So uh, the three of us are currently looking for something, and wanted to know what your rates are."

You hesitate, piecing together what Wendy just said with the fact that the conversation has been defined as one about sex. "Has Yerin been... saying I'm a prostitute?"

Suddenly, it feels like you're in a pressure cooker. Silence grips the table as the tension rises. Wendy stares at you like a deer in the headlights, her eyes widening slowly and her smile fading.

The sound of the steamer behind the store's counter sets off a chain reaction of noise.

"OH MY GOD," Wendy shouts, "I AM SO SORRY!"

Yeri slaps the table and bursts into laughter, sending crumbs of muffin everywhere. Seulgi is glowing red, shaking all over, and looking frantically between you, Wendy, and the mess Yeri is making.

"I DIDN'T MEAN-- OH GOD--" Wendy grabs your arm with both hands, crushing down as if she's afraid you're about to leave. She lowers her voice to a hushed tone, but speaks at the speed of a runaway train, "I'm so sorry I didn't mean anything by it I supp-- We all support the sex work industry and I'm sorry I didn't me--"

The other two have effectively disappeared. Seulgi, with her arms covering her face and crouched low in her chair. Yeri has fallen to the floor, truly making the scene worse with how hard she's laughing and gasping for air.

For as mildly insulted as you feel, you aren't very surprised, considering Yerin's habit of using insults and crude words as terms of endearment. You smirk and put a hand on Wendy's shoulder. You try to calm her down, but are slightly afraid she won't hear you through her rambling, "Hey, hey. You're good. I'm not a prostitute, but it's fine."

Wendy slows down, but appears to be on the verge of hyperventilation. "I can't believe this. I shouldn't have assumed. Oh god. I am such a dumbass."

You get out of your chair and wrap your arms around her. She immediately shuts up, face melting into your chest. "You're good, Wendy. Honestly, that's hilarious more than anything."

Yeri is calming down a little as well, with the aid of Seulgi furiously brushing away the streaks of black makeup running off of her eyes. Even so, she can barely manage to get back into her chair, still having giggle fits and clutching at her stomach.

"I might not be one, but I think I can help you out anyway. What exactly are you looking for?" You let go of Wendy and watch her dab at a few tears that started with a napkin.

"No, no. I don't think I can say after all that. I am... so embarrassed right now."

Still fighting to catch her breath, Yeri chimes in, "We're too busy to find dick so she tried to find a way to schedule it. Holy shit, 'Sup? How's your day? How much do you charge for a good time, ho?' Right? Wow, Wendy."

"Yeri! That's not what she said!" Seulgi slaps at Yeri's arm and nervously looks around for anyone who might still be watching.

"Might as well have been! This is the best!"

You can't help but chuckle along with Yeri. You stare in her direction, hoping to get her attention with your next sentence, "You don't have to pay to fuck me."

That shuts Yeri up. She stares back. "Woah, you serious?"

You sit back down and glance at Wendy and Seulgi. They're staring too.

"Yeah, why not? Sounds like fun. Hell, I'd go for it right now, but you've got a gig to get to, right?"

Seulgi shakily raises a hand as if she's asking permission to speak. "O-only two of us are going to that."

Underneath the table, you feel someone's foot sliding up and down your leg. You have no doubt it's Yeri's, as she speaks up again, "Why don't you guess which one of us isn't busy today?"

Yeah. Why don't you?

Options for Part 1 [IMPORTANT (duh)]: 1. (Picked:) Is it Yeri? It seems too obvious, given how eager she obviously is. But she could be straight up trolling you. That seems like something she'd do. If it's her, you imagine you'll end up exhausted soon. She seems to have a LOT of energy to burn.

2. Is it Wendy? She's the one who organized this meetup after all. Maybe she'll ask you to come along as she drops the other members off at their gig. If she's the one, you can guess you'll have a very nice, sweet time. She's got those wifey vibes.

3. Is it Seulgi? She's been very quiet this whole time. She definitely took the time to dress to impress today. Maybe it's you she means to impress. If you're spending the day with her, you have no clue what to expect. You've got to watch out for the quiet ones...

~~~~~

You look underneath the table and see it is, in fact, Yeri who is stroking your leg with her foot. Her running shoes aren't exactly making it comfortable or sexy.

"I'm going to guess it's you."

"Sure is, babe." Yeri winks. Wendy and Seulgi both groan in unison. Yeri doesn't seem to mind them at all.

"So," Wendy says slowly, "you really meant that about having sex with us? I don't want to pressure you."

You look across the table and see Seulgi biting her lip, not in an intentionally sexy way, but maybe nervously?

"Yup. I'm not free literally all the time, so we might have to actually schedule it, which definitely feels weird, but I'm up for it."

Wendy grins. "Awesome! Thanks! Thanks? Thanks."

"But hey, to be totally clear, why me? You guys know you can have sex with each other, right?"

Seulgi pops in, "We have. It's just... we all want different things that others aren't comfortable with."

"Yeah, getting fucked softly by strapons is boooring," Yeri says. She glares at Wendy.

"H-hey! You know my hip--"

You're about to ask what they all want to do that's so radically different, or why they assume you're okay with all of it, but Wendy's phone alarm goes off.

"Crap. So, can we talk about this later? We have to get to our shoot."

"Totally, sure. Text me when you're off?"

Wendy and Seulgi are already starting to walk away. Yeri has made herself quite comfortable where she is though.

"I'll text you, yeah! Um, are you okay with babysitting that one for a bit?"

Yeri scrunches up her nose. "The fuck, bitch?!"

You laugh. "Yeah, why not?"

Wendy smiles and rushes out the door. Seulgi follows, but only after giving you a polite bow. "See you again soon!"

The busy life of a big three idol, you muse to yourself.

"Hmmm, seems we've got some time to kill, huh?" Yeri leans forward on the table, squeezing her tits through her bulky sweatshirt.

"Guess we do. I have one formal request to have sex with you and another to babysit you. Bit unusual."

Yeri groans. "Yeah fuck that. You realize I'm well into my twenties right? I want your cock, not a bedtime story."

You decide against telling her about the stories you swapped with SinB just a couple nights ago. "Couldn't put you to bed if I wanted to with that extra large mocha you've got there," you say instead.

“You could put me in a bed.”

“Snappy one. I like it.”

Yeri smirks and takes a sip of her coffee. “I don’t mean right now though. I’ve got something in mind already.”

“You mean what you were going to pay me to do?”

“Sure was, ho. Why? You still want the money?”

You sigh. “Well I’m really not in the business. So if you really want to spend something on me, maybe get me some breakfast? You ate mine.”

“You can eat me.”

After you give her a brief, unamused look, she relents. “Okay. Okay. What do you want? You can eat it on the way.”

“I see you like to make assumptions. And I’ll take a smoked salmon bagel.”

“I’m used to my assumptions being met. And I didn’t know they made those here.”

“Do you assume you’re going to get your way today? And they’re delicious.”

“Maybe I do assume that. I guess we’ll see. And I’ll have one too.”

Yeri hops off of her seat and goes back to the counter to put in your order. Thanks to the lack of a line or crowd, the bagels are ready by the time you’ve followed her. You open the bag.

“Four? Feeling hungry this morning?”

“Oh I’m starving for dick, but only one of those is for me. The others are for you. You’ll need the energy.”

“Question.” You stop, The Lounge’s front door half open in your hand. “Do you always speak so boldly and then follow it up immediately with something vague?”

She smirks and you watch as one of her hands slides around your waist and traces your butt before giving it a tight squeeze. She reaches past you with her other hand and pulls the door open the rest of the way so she can step outside, slowly twirling around you. “No,” she says, “Sometimes, I don’t speak.”

Smooth, you think.

The walk to wherever Yeri is taking you is a pleasant one. She takes your hand, intertwining your fingers with hers. She walks in sync with you. She makes easy conversation about work, food, and ideal local vacation spots. She nibbles on her bagel slowly enough that she finishes right about when you finish all three of yours. You almost forget that less than an hour ago she was making lewd comments about hiring you for sex, and that she is currently taking you to a location where she intends to fuck you.

It’s not long before you reach a building that she pulls you into, swiping a key card to open the door. The inside isn’t particularly remarkable, and you don’t see any signs anywhere that would reveal the building’s purpose. Three flights of stairs going up and one more key card swipe through a door, and you find yourself in a small gym.

One wall is effectively a single giant mirror like a dance studio would have, and there’s a variety of equipment you recognize as being for pilates as well as weight training and a treadmill. The floor is ever so slightly spongy-soft, it’s well lit when she flips on the lights, there’s a large potted fern in one corner with a small stereo next to it, and it’s otherwise undecorated. It smells like sweat.

“Personal, private gym?” you ask.

“Personal, private gym,” Yeri says. She drops her purse and kicks off her shoes next to the door, motioning for you to do the same.

“Not that I’m complaining, but couldn’t we have used a room at The Lounge, or your place, or mine?”

“Maybe. But I’m comfortable here. And there aren’t any company bitches here to get on my case for getting our freak on.”

Yeri walks into the middle of the room and pulls her hoodie over her head. It turns out she was only wearing a purple sports bra underneath.

Although she is still fully dressed as far as modern societal standards are concerned, you find yourself staring at her incredibly sexy body as if it’s totally exposed. Her leggings are exactly as skin-tight as you were hoping, practically revealing her firm ass. If she’s even wearing anything underneath them, you can’t tell. But as she lifts her arms above her head to toss her hoodie behind her and to stretch, it’s her mostly bare back and the toned muscle running up and down either side of her spine that catches you off guard. You can’t take your eyes away. She looks at you in the mirror and catches you staring.

“I’m glad you like,” she says, putting one finger between her teeth in the corner of her mouth and giving you a sultry look you didn’t think she was capable of. She twists to look at you over her shoulder. “Your turn.”

You remove your jacket and pull your shirt off. While it’s over your eyes, you hear padding footsteps coming your way, followed by a body being pressed up against yours. By the time your shirt is totally off, her hands are sliding up your back. This is one seriously forward idol you’re dealing with.

“So here we are. I picked the location. What’s next?” Yeri asks, “I’ve got a naughty thought or two, but maybe you have an idea you want to surprise me with.”

Options for Part 2:

1. No surprise, nothing fancy. Just get naked and get started. 2. There must be a shower in this building if it contains gyms. Ask her to take you there and you can get her wet all over. 3. (Picked:) Yeri was literally going to hire you for this, and “naughty thoughts” sound fun. Ask her what those are all about.

~~~~~

“Naughty thoughts huh? Why don’t you tell me about those?”

Yeri grimaces and looks off to the side. “Uh...”

“Uh…” You look down at her, confused. “What? What.”

“I was, you know.”

You hesitate…

“No! I don’t know! What?!”

“Like, I was expecting you to just rip off my bra or pants and go to town, you know?”

“But you said you have naughty thoughts. Why wouldn’t I ask about those?”

“I don’t know! I was counting on you not asking about them!”

You rub your eyes. You’re about to ask why she would bother bringing up the option if she was going to make such a big deal out of it, but she speaks first.

“I want to get fucked while I’m working out.”

“That’s it?” you ask after a moment of hesitation.

“It’s not all I want to do.”

“Well, care to share with the rest of the class? Or are you too embarrassed about having really normal-sounding kinks?”

Yeri shoves you back and takes a few steps toward the pilates equipment. “Are we doing this or not?”

“I’m all for it.”

She grabs the sides of her bra and with no small amount of difficulty pulls it off over her head. You easily forget about the awkwardness as you watch her breasts squeeze out slowly and eventually drop the rest of the way.

Yeri's breasts live up to the hype. When she beckons you over to her (in the same way you would beckon for a dog, annoyingly), you realize your opportunity to touch them for yourself is at hand. Literally.

You grab her by the shoulders first though, spinning her around so she's facing the pilates bench and the mirror. You wrap your arms under hers to feel her tits from behind. They're more than your hands can take in a single grasp. But you're not in this for speed. You bend down to kiss her neck, which gets a satisfied growl from her.

"Bite me," she says. It's not a softly spoken statement, and it's right next to your ear thanks to your positioning, so you're stunned for about half a second.

You do as she demands, taking a small bit of her neck between your teeth and sucking. If she wants hickeys you won't argue.

You're rewarded with a smack on the top of the head. Confused with her behavior again, you pull away.

"I didn't say nibble. I said bite."

"Oh. Uh, sure."

"Like, draw blood."

"Excuse me?"

"Yeah! Like, if you're gonna bite, it's gotta be hard! Really get your canine teeth in there, right? Just fucking give it to me."

You stare at her for a moment. "Let's, um, start with the exercise thing first, yeah?"

Seeming suddenly confident again, Yeri hops onto the pilates bench and flips herself upside-down using the bars. She stretches herself out into a position you imagine can't be easy to hold for long. "Sure, if you can reach me."

You squint at her for just a second. She's switching between embarrassment and confidence so fast you can't figure out what's really going on. But at least right now, she seems fine.

Standing up on the bench, you find you’re at nearly the perfect height to put your face between her legs. And that’s exactly what you’re going to do. You grab the waistband of her leggings and pull them down to her knees. Underneath, absolutely nothing. No underwear, no hair. Just a completely bare pussy and smooth ass tensed with the effort of holding her body weight in an upward arch.

It’s a tight fit getting your head between her legs, given that she doesn’t have a lot of space to spread them apart. The reward is worth the trouble.

You flatten your tongue against her pussy to give it a full, long lick. She responds with a long, breathy moan. And since she gives you no reason to stop, you do it again, and again, and again. Each time, Yeri shivers just a little bit, making it obvious how much she’s enjoying herself.

Hands on either side of her hips, just touching for the sake of touching and not holding her up, you close your eyes and focus on your work. Not work. You’re not getting paid for this. Stop thinking about that.

She’s got a mellow taste as far as you can tell. It’s got the tang you would expect, but it’s maybe a little musky. You don’t try to distract yourself, but trying to figure out how Yeri tastes the same way men’s cologne smells is really messing with your head.

It’s when her hips suddenly drop away from your hands that you realize she has been holding herself in place for several minutes. She’s breathing heavily and she doesn’t fall only because her leggings are caught on your shoulders. She doesn’t seem seriously exhausted or anything though. Maybe this was just the first rep.

“Tired?” you ask anyway.

“I also want to try pet play.”

You stare down at Yeri. You’re sure you heard the words that came out of her mouth correctly, but they weren’t the answer to your question. “So… hang on. Back up. What?”

“You know. Meow.” Holding herself up with one hand, she uses the other to make the classic neko paw.

You tilt your head and rub your temples. “Alright. Um, I think we should probably work out what’s really happening here. You gave me a lot to work with.”

Yeri hoists her legs back over your head and stands on the bench again, kicking her leggings off the rest of the way. “Yeah! What do you think? Those are my ideas!”

“They are varied.”

“Is that good or bad?” Suddenly Yeri looks embarrassed again.

“No! They’re good! I’m not here to kink shame you. I don’t know if I’m really into all of that, or if they can all be incorporated into a single session, but I’m totally up for some of it.”

Session? This isn’t an appointment, and this isn’t my job! you think, furiously. You’re suddenly worried if every minor reference to work or professionalism is going to sound like it’s connected to sex from now on.

Yeri smirks, “Oh, okay. That’s fair. Anything sounds good! What do you want to do… with me?” She punctuates the last two words by grabbing her tits and winking at you.

Deadline for this vote is 12/20 at 12:00 UTC! No guarantees on how fast Part 4 will come out, but work should slow down soon, and it’s not like I’ll be going anywhere for a holiday because of this virus, so you can probably expect Part 5 and maybe also another short over that weekend! Options for Part 3: 1. (Picked:) Workout sex sounds like it will wear you out, but getting sweaty with a partner has never been a problem before! 2. Pet play? What was that meow about?! Maybe you want her to play a cat, or you can convince her she'd be something else? 3. Oh fuck, right. Yeri likes vampires. Bite her. [Warning for blood stuff, though not super gory or anything Red Flavor joke]

~~~~~

“Tell me more about this workout sex,” you say. To avoid letting the mood die down any more than your confusion already might have you inch forward, one hand on Yeri’s breast, the other wrapping around the small of her back. You pull her in closer toward you and put your mouth to hers.

Yeri hums into your kiss. She takes a moment to enjoy it before she pulls back. “It’s exactly what it sounds like, like what I said.” She comes in for a couple more small kisses and continues, “I work out. While I do that, you fuck me.”

You bring her back into the kiss, keeping it chaste for now. At least, as chaste as you can get while you’re more than half naked and she’s completely naked and you’re discussing exactly how you’re about to bang.

“I can start over there and bench while I suck your cock.”

You moan your agreement into another kiss.

“Then I can do my squats on it while you take your turn benching.”

You moan your “Huh?” into another kiss.

“Then you can do your squats by pile driving me into the floor.”

So it seems she plans on you working out too.

“So? Are we going to do this?” Yeri holds you back.

You take a deep breath. Whatever higher power you believe in has brought you this far. You’re not going to let it down.

“Why don’t you get down there and find out?”

Yeri practically jumps across the room. She grabs a couple of dumbbells and immediately gets into bench press position.

When you walk over, ditching the rest of your clothes on the way, Yeri looks up at you and smirks. She wiggles the weights around and, in a sing-song voice, says, “Dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb.”

You stand above her, unsure how to respond.

“Get it? Dumb Dumb? Dumbbells? The weights?”

“Uh, no?”

“What?! That’s like, a classic!”

“Is that one of yours?”

“Yes! You haven’t heard it?!”

“You just called your own song a classic.”

Yeri rolls her eyes. “Not classic as in old. As in-- I’m about to suck your dick, so laugh at my jokes.”

That makes you actually snort back a laugh. “Okay, I guess I get it now.”

She smiles and hangs her head off the edge of the bench. You make your way next to her head and she licks her lip at the sight of your dick at nearly her eye level.

“Just don’t go too hard okay? I’ve got a gag reflex.”

You crouch just enough so that your dick touches her lips, which she happily opens. The moment her tongue reaches out and touches you, you feel a bit weak in the knees. How you’re going to keep this up and also do real exercise, you have no idea.

Yeri cautiously starts pumping her weights up and down at her sides. You take the same slow pace with moving back and forth. After the mention of her gag reflex you don’t dare thrust for real, keeping it to an inch or so at a time. Yeri more than makes up for the lack of depth with her tongue though, twirling and curling it around randomly.

Thankfully there’s a bar across the bench that you can lean on to prevent a total collapse. Just beneath your head, you watch as Yeri’s chest and arms flex to push the weights up, then relax and spread out as she lowers them. The steady motion, the subtle definition of her body, and her heavy tits are a sight to behold, and so behold it all you do.

Yeri’s tongue sweeps across the bottom of your dick, and you feel a burning desire to be deeper inside of her. You decide to try your luck and push forward a bit farther. She doesn’t so much as lose the tempo in her lifting, so you go farther. Too much more and you’re sure you’re going to hurt her, but her legs are spread to either side of the bench, leaving something else open that you could probably get much deeper in.

You’re suddenly jolted back to awareness by the sound of weights slamming to the floor. Yeri grabs your hips and holds you tightly in place. You think she may have forgotten about the exercise after all with how intensely she’s sucking. But then, she pushes you away and gasps for air.

“That’s one set down!” She grins up at you and strokes your dick.

“Isn’t it bad etiquette to drop your weights like that?”

“Personal, private gym, remember? My gym, my rules.”

“Well not to break your rules, but I want to try something else in your next set.”

“Why? Didn’t you like that?”

“Oh I did, but that’s just the problem. You’ve got me worked up now, and I’m having a hard time holding back.”

Yeri gulps, and you see her whole body shiver. “I-I mean, I’ll try.” She picks her dumbbells off the floor and lays back again, sticking her tongue out and opening her mouth wide.

“I didn’t mean deepthroat! I just meant I wanted to fuck your pussy.”

You aren’t sure if Yeri’s sigh is one of disappointment or relief. “Ah, I see. Well by all means go for it!”

She scoots herself down the bench so her head isn’t hanging off and starts her next set. You walk around her slowly, just taking in the sight, admiring her again. She’s clearly used to the exercise, because her skin is just barely starting to show a few dots of sweat.

Once you’re between her legs, it’s a simple matter to crouch again just a little to maintain the correct height. You couldn’t see it from your previous angle, but Yeri is soaking wet. It’s only been a few minutes really, but already there’s a puddle underneath her. You mentally give yourself a pat on the back for contributing to that.

Yeri’s entrance is tight, but pushing into her is smooth sailing with how much natural lube she’s producing. Every time she lifts her weights, her muscles tense and she subtly clenches down around you. You might have thought this was a weird concept to begin with, but you’re definitely on board now. Not quite in time with her lifts, you thrust in and out. Looking down, you can see her toes curling. She’s clearly putting in a lot of effort not to squirm out of position.

“Seems like you’re having fun, huh?”

You don’t get an answer. You’re slightly annoyed that she seems to be ignoring you, but you realize she’s probably trying to count reps. But it would be fun if you could make her lose track…

You put your hands on either side of the bench and get a good grip, preparing to turn into a fucking machine.

Unfortunately, you’re the one who gets a surprise when Yeri drops her weights again. Her head shoots up to yours for a needy, open-mouthed kiss. Her damp body presses against yours.

“This is...” she says between the moments she has her tongue in your mouth, “so much better… than trying it… with a dildo!”

You try to push Yeri away so you can get a word in, but her arms and legs are both clamped around you. You give in and lower her down so she’s on her back again, putting you right where you need to be so you can roll your hips.

Yeri squeals and her grip on you gets even tighter. “More!” she shouts when she pulls away for a half a second.

You strain to get your hands under her arms and break out of her grasp. Her nails rake across your back quite painfully as you do, but you manage to pin her arms to her sides. She glares up at you, biting her lip and giggling.

“More?” she asks this time.

“Don’t you have one more set to do? Isn’t three sets a thing?”

Yeri scowls. “I changed my mind. It’s your turn to bench. I need to do my squats right now.”

You roll your hips again. You watch, amused, as Yeri’s fingers clench at the air over and over again. You’re a little worried about what might happen when you let her go, considering she seemed to have some kind of blood fetish. But then again, she might just not be trying all that hard to get away. She’s the one with a fairly athletic career and a workout plan after all.

Even so, you can’t help but tease her with another roll of your hips. You have difficulty finding your own words with how good she feels, tight around your cock. “It was your idea to get fucked while you worked out. I’m just holding you to your word, you know.”

A sly smile curls across Yeri’s face, though it trembles when you grind into her again. “I’m keeping my word! I normally only do two sets at a time!”

“I’m not so sure I believe that.” Her legs let up a bit, so you use the leeway to get in a short thrust.

“You calling me a liar?”

“Of course not. Why would I do that?”

“Because if you don’t call me a liar you get to pick what hole I fuck you with while you’re benching.”

She makes a valid argument.

Deadline for this vote will be 12/26 at 6:00 UTC (just in case some of you will be too busy the day before with holiday stuff) Options for Part 4: 1. No complaints from you if she continues with her pussy! 2. Then again, you’ve got a thing for anal, and she’s offering. 3. She could give you a blowjob. It seems like she wants the practice. 4. (Picked:) But also… Yeri is the first person in one of these stories with big enough boobs for a titfuck.

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“Well since you’re definitely done with your sets, and since you’re not lying, you wouldn’t mind titfucking me?”

A few quiet moments go by. Yeri puts a hand on her chin, looking down between your bodies, then to her boobs, then at the dumbells on either side of her. She reaches down to grab the weights again.

“There’s lube in my bag. Grab that first.”

You smile and pull out of her pussy, which makes both of you take a sharp breath at the same time. “Doing more benches huh?”

“Well obviously. This is workout sex. I can’t give you a tit job while I’m squatting, so the best solution is for me to focus extra hard on my arms - which is definitely more than I normally do - so you can stand over me.”

Her bluff is pretty obvious, but it’s amusing, and you’re still getting what you asked for so you’re not going to push your luck by calling her out. This is something you’ve been trying to convince Yerin to try for a while, but she’s brushed it off every time. So if you aren’t getting a boob job here, you’re not sure when or even if you’ll have the chance again.

The lube you find in Yeri’s bag is vanilla scented. While you take a moment to enjoy the smell, Yeri lies down and starts another set with her six kilo weights.

You move to stand over her chest and enjoy watching her muscles work again from a different angle. This time you watch her breasts in particular, putting a hand down to lightly cup one and brush your thumb over her nipple. Much like before, Yeri’s focus on her workout is uncanny. You can’t get her to break, so you decide to help yourself.

You pour a generous amount of the lube into Yeri’s cleavage, smearing it all over. Your dick is still wet from her pussy, but this stuff will certainly last longer. The pleasant smell and the sight of her wet breasts turn on your instincts again. You lower yourself until your dick is resting on her, and you squeeze her tits together.

It’s not nearly as tight as anything else you’ve experienced today, of course, but it’s no less of an incredible feeling. When you start to move back and forth is when you realize how heavenly it is, even if it involves some extra effort. As you slide through Yeri’s cleavage, you notice the tiniest glance down from her. Is she losing her focus?

You smirk and reposition your hands a bit so you can casually rub her nipples between your fingers. Again, a small glance down. This time, it’s accompanied by the corners of her lips moving up.

“If you’re enjoying this already, wait until your hands are free to help out.”

“Ssshut up.”

Her arms tremble for a second. It would make sense if she’s getting distracted by the fact that she’s working out. But she hasn’t done that much, has she? Six kilos isn’t too crazy for an athletic idol like herself. You take a look over to the side again when her arms come all the way up.

There’s a mostly worn off line right before the six. She’s lifting nearly triple what you thought she was. Suddenly, you find yourself concerned with where they might land if she drops them again, given where your feet are, and you resolve to not distract her anymore.

That doesn’t mean you’re going to stop the titfucking of course.

You shift your feet back a little and have to lean forward, but you manage to get back into rhythm quickly. You slide in time with her lifting. The next time you look at her face, Yeri’s eyes are screwed shut and she’s biting her lip.

You aren’t able to contain a groan, and her eyes snap open and look into yours. She gives you a smile and after one last pump of her weights, she tosses them (thankfully) to the sides. Her hands clasp over the top of yours. Her breaths are labored, but she speaks through them just fine.

“I’m helping now. What am I waiting for?”

You pull one of your hands from under hers. It takes you no time at all to find her clit. Her knees come up to trap your arm there, as if you needed the additional encouragement. You circle it slowly with your fingers.

“Oh, I see now.” Yeri’s voice is quiet and her mouth quivers. She looks down at your cockhead poking out of her cleavage with hunger in her eyes.

You take your other hand away from hers, but only so you can put it back on top, where you guide her into kneading her breasts around your dick. She quickly picks up on the hint and squeezes down. She even takes the initiative and lifts her head to try to lick you as you thrust.

Unfortunately, she can’t quite reach, but you’re not going to let her effort go to waste. You hover your now free hand next to her pouty lips. You quickly go back in your mind to when she was very interested in biting, but you’ve already sealed your fate, and her mouth is wrapped around two of your fingers.

Something about watching her dutifully crushing her tits against your thrusting dick and sweetly sucking on your fingers with her eyes closed sets you off. You barely have the time to say, “I’m cumming.”

In that moment, Yeri’s eyes reopen and catch yours. She makes no move to change what she’s doing. So with one last thrust, you groan in ecstasy and orgasm.

Your cum first hits the bottom of her chin, then lands on her neck, then seeps out onto her chest, directed into different directions by her collarbone. She hardly reacts where you can see it, keeping her eyes locked onto yours and wrapping her tongue around your middle finger.

On the other hand, literally, her legs wrap around your arm and roughly pull your hand until it’s fully connected with her pussy. Your brain is still in a mid-orgasm haze, but it’s easy enough to realize what you’re supposed to be doing. You oblige, dipping two fingers inside her. That gets a happy hum out of Yeri, which you feel directly vibrating up your hand.

After you blink the stars out of your eyes, you look down and see that Yeri is scooping at your cum to bring it to her mouth. She sucks it in without letting go of your fingers. You would protest at the awkwardness of feeling your semen being swirled around your knuckles, but the greediness she displays is way too sexually charged for you to care about things like that anymore.

Eventually, she vacuums all of it down and off your hand, swallows, and releases you. She gives you an expectant look, eyebrows raised and mischievous smile plastered across her face.

You continue to finger her, but her eyes don’t move from yours. “Um. Wow, damn,” you say, not sure what else she wants.

Yeri’s eyebrows go higher. “You’re not going to mention…”

“Your amazing body? Or how hot it is when you’re sweating like that?”

Her smile turns into an absolute shit-eating grin. “Protein shakes are good after exercise!”

You bite your cheek to keep from… laughing? An exasperated sigh? You’re not sure, with how terrible and cliché of a line that would have been.

“Yup. Definitely something like that.”

Yeri giggles and pushes you back so she can sit up. She takes the hand you were fingering her with now. “So you still up for more? Joy says Yerin says you can usually go more than once.”

She starts to lick her juices off of your hand. You can’t help but admire her weird pervertedness.

Deadline for the Part 5 vote will be 1/1 at 12:00 UTC (because I am guaranteed not to work that day!) Options for Part 5: 1. Of course you’re still up for more, as long as you don’t have to deal with more of this workout bullshit! 2. (Picked:) You’ll do more, but only after she does the squats she said she was going to do. She doesn’t get to half ass her workout just because you’re here! 3. Nope. You’re out of here. See you around, sloot! 4. Maybe. But you'd actually like to maybe get to know Yeri a little first? You kind of jumped into this real fast.

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“What? You’re already done with your workout? You’ve barely done anything though.”

Yeri gives you a dirty look. “I’d normally do more, duh. But you’re here right now.”

“Yeah, to fuck you while you work out.”

“Yeah, which you did.”

“Did you cum?”

“No, but that’s fine. I got what I wanted.”

“Do you want to?”

Yeri looks over at the squatting rack, chewing her lip. “I wouldn’t mind, but it’s hard to make me cum. And it would be dangerous while I’ve got something really heavy on top of me.”

“Challenge accepted then.”

She raises her eyebrows at you.

“You go hard on the rest of your workout and I’ll do the best I can to make you cum once you’re done.”

Yeri doesn’t say anything. She walks over to the rack though, and leans back against it. She looks you up and down, straight-faced.

“If you don’t cum, it’s not like you’re not getting your money’s worth.”

She still says nothing, her eyes landing on your dick.

“Because you’re not paying me for this. Because I’m not a prostitute…” You shrug, unsure of how to proceed when you’re being stared down naked.

“Let’s do it. I want to see if you can do it.”

“If I can? Well, what is it that makes it so hard to make you cum?”

Yeri bends over to grab some weights to put on the bar. “I dunno. If I knew, I wouldn’t have the problem.”

“You nervous?”

“It’s not like I haven’t had sex before.”

“Uncomfortable maybe?”

“No, I’m fine. A bit restless, but who isn’t?” Yeri stands under the bar, adjusting herself so her back is comfortably in the curve.

“I know a couple other people like that. We’ll do a little bit of experimenting. Maybe it will work, maybe it won’t.”

“Good enough for me.”

“Good enough huh?”

“Yup.”

“Sounds unenthusiastic. You sure you’re up for it?”

“I asked you for another round, remember? I just don’t want you getting your hopes up.”

You laugh. “Everything I could have hoped for is standing in front of me nude and about to do squats.”

Yeri chuckles and picks the bar off the rack. “Greasy.”

You just smile and watch as she does the first squat. It looks effortless. You don’t know enough about form to judge it, but it seems like it’s been practiced for quite some time. It’s smooth on the way down, and smooth on the way up. Graceful, even.

The grace of the action is slightly undercut by the fact that she is of course still naked, a little sweaty, and her chest is completely covered in lube. But that makes it no less attractive to you.

As she does more, you walk around, getting a good view from every angle. The mirror wall ensures that if she wants to, she can see you as well. But she seems focused again, staring herself in the eye.

Her breaths are labored. She inhales deeply as she goes down and exhales loudly as she comes up. Her skin starts to glisten all over as her effort comes out in her sweat. You reach out to touch her, but you suddenly get an idea and step back. Shortly after, she sets the bar back on the rack with a heavy sigh.

“What’s up? You can touch. It’s encouraged.”

You go back to her purse and pull out a water bottle you had seen earlier. “I’m going to hold off on touching you for a minute. I like this. I’m changing the plan. I’m not touching you until I can see how much effort you’re putting into this.”

A smirk creeps up one side of Yeri’s mouth. “You’re on,” she says. She catches the water bottle when you toss to her and takes a swig from it. Then she puts another five kilogram weight on either side of the bar.

As she gets into the next set, you move next to her and sit down on the floor. “Look at these hard-working legs,” you say. She didn’t respond the last time you talked to her, but she can still hear you… you assume. This is mostly just you saying your thoughts out loud, but you hope she’s paying attention.

“Taking on all of this to maintain the look of a perfect idol, but healthy. Damn, I would kill for your dedication.”

Glancing at the mirror you see another tiny smile on Yeri’s face.

“What would you say the ratio is? Your effort and practice versus your natural talent. What amount of each is it that makes your performances look so easy? Because watching you right now it has to be at least sixty percent or more in favor of the exercise.”

You reach out again like you’re going to touch her as she comes down, but you keep your hand just far enough away.

“And not just what you do, but the way this body of yours looks. If I wasn’t watching you sculpt it right now, I’d have figured it was sculpted by some Greek god. Belongs in a fucking art museum if you ask me.”

Your hand hovers extremely close to Yeri’s leg. You can actually feel the heat of her body, way above what you’d normally feel coming off a person. It’s like she’s a human furnace. And the amount of sweat on her is very noticeable now.

The bar catches on the rack again and Yeri bends over to grab the water again, drinking a few more swallows of it this time. “Museum my ass,” she says through a breathy laugh.

“That’s what I’m saying! One more set, right?”

Yeri stretches her arms, prompting you to wonder why she didn’t stretch before the workout. Your narrator says you shouldn’t think about it because it’s really hard to remember all of those kinds of details, and that’s not the point of word porn. But yes, you should be careful and stretch before working out.

“That’s right. I hope you’re ready to go again because I’m seriously wanting more.”

“Absolutely,” you say. You stand up and run a hand over Yeri’s butt and up her back, pressing roughly. “I don’t think I’ve even gone soft once since I had this scene in front of me.”

Yeri groans and rolls her shoulders as you touch them. “I can stop now, you know. I could go for the fucking right now.”

“I know, I know. But you’re not done yet. And I can’t believe how much I’m enjoying watching this.” You take your hand away and look Yeri in the eye via the mirror wall. “Hell, I might just have to convince you to do more.”

Without another word, Yeri gets underneath the bar again and picks it up. “If you’re so eager to see more, then…” She cuts herself off and dips into another squat.

Your eyes trace her from the floor up as you circle around. Yeri's thighs tremble from the weight. Her ass spreads from the movement. Her chest heaves from her breaths. Her lips part in just a way that you consider telling her to drop the bar so you can kiss her, but you're committed to watching her finish.

Rather than tempt yourself with the sight of her lips, you look up at her eyes. But you quickly regret it, as she looks back at yours. Her normally bright, mischievous eyes turn into black holes that you can't escape from. You feel a drop of your own sweat curl its way down your cheek.

“Holy shit, Yeri. I can’t wait to fuck you again, but at the same time, seeing this is too incredible to stop.”

Yeri is the one who breaks the gaze first, scrunching up her eyes. You look down again to see the trembling in her legs has gotten pretty bad.

"This is more weight than you usually use, huh?"

"Y-yup."

"How many left?"

"Three."

"Five."

"What the fu--"

You interrupt her with a kiss, since she's fully upright. The heat of the fire inside her drafts into your mouth. You don't want to stop, but you manage to pull away. "Just do five."

She looks up at you, her mouth gaped open. "Kay,"

As Yeri dips down, you walk around her again. Behind her, you put your hands out over her shoulders to spot her when she's back at your height. "Four more."

Yeri glances at you in the mirror, but quickly shuts her eyes again and goes down. You follow to make sure she's safe, but keep your hands off the bar.

Back at the top again, you continue the countdown. "Three."

Yeri doesn’t open her eyes this time. You just follow her down again, lightly resting your wrists against her shoulders to make sure she knows you're there. Her whole body is quivering as she rises again.

She gasps loudly when she's upright. "Keep breathing," you remind her, "Only two more."

"Shit," is the one word she gets out before she goes again. There's a moment when she reaches the bottom that she hesitates, and you fear she's going to drop the bar. You brace your arms, but Yeri clearly isn't one to disappoint. She rises again, shaking like a leaf.

You feel a little bad when she's all the way up again, as she is clearly already beyond what she's comfortable with. Even so, you're confident you can keep her from hurting herself, so you lean forward next to her ear and say very softly, "Just one more."

It seems she's got nothing more to say, because she immediately goes down for the last squat. You nearly lose your balance following her this time.

She squirms as she starts to lift herself up for the last time. The sweat practically pours off of her.

Her form must be a little off too, because the bar knocks against one of the middle rungs on the rack. She jerks back. A struggled croak comes out of her throat, and you can see her face screwed up in the mirror, with the tiniest bit of black eyeliner running down one side of her face. You're just about to grab the bar and push it up the rest of the way, but you barely have the time to make the move when she huffs and practically jumps up the rest of the way.

The bar lands on the rack safely, but Yeri's knees buckle and she starts to collapse forward. Thankfully with how close you are, you're able to catch her almost immediately, and avoid smacking your head on the bar too.

Her skin, even through her sweat, is practically hot enough to burn your hands. You help her lay down on her back and grab her water bottle, opening it and holding it ready.

Despite your concern, you're feeling extremely turned on. Her beautiful chest rises and falls rapidly. Her whole body absolutely shines. And on her face, closed eyes and a satisfied smile.

You put the water bottle to her lips and tilt so just a little trickles into her mouth. "Stay hydrated," you say simply. Yeri complies and gulps down the stream of water.

When you take away the half empty bottle, Yeri groans and uses her arm to roll herself onto her stomach. "Fuck me already."

That's a request you're happy to fulfill. You position yourself over her and spread her ass apart with your thumbs. Your dick is still covered in lube from earlier, and she's pretty slippery right now too…

A pleased hum from Yeri is the last encouragement you need, and you slide into her ass much more easily than you would have expected. Yeri's moan is muffled by the floor.

"So I keep going, eh?"

"Mmmfffmm."

You lift her pelvis up a bit so you can get a hand underneath and on her clit like before. You rub slowly, to match the slow thrusting into her ass. She doesn't move at all, but her moans keep coming. Much like earlier, her pussy is absolutely drenching your hand, so you assume you're doing something right.

Now that you're in full contact with her body, you can feel her heat again. It's hot enough to be uncomfortable, but considering what you just convinced her to do, you don't think your comfort is worth stopping for.

"How do you feel?" you ask.

Yeri lifts her head enough to respond coherently. "My legs fucking hurt."

You chuckle. "Yeah, sorry about that. You just looked so good doing that. Do you need some time to cool do--"

"Don't you dare get off of me."

"Woah! Noted. Nice."

Yeri rests her head on her arms. "The burn is worth it."

"Good to hear. I enjoyed it too."

"Oh? You didn't do much though. After this," she takes an extra deep breath. Whether it's because of something you did or her exhaustion you're not sure. "After this, you can do an actual workout you know. I think it's only fair if you take a turn, right?"

Ummm… is it fair?

Literally only even putting this in because this part was starting to get too long and I need to try to keep them short for my own sanity LOL *dies inside*. So the deadline for Part 6 will be Jan. 4th at 12:00 UTC. Options for Part 6: 1. (Picked:) Of course! You’ve been looking forward to your chance this whole time. You’ll happily get your lift on! Save you a trip to your gym! 2. Sure, if you have to. But maybe it’s something you can discuss when you’re not in the middle of this? 3. You don’t want to work out. That wasn’t exactly what you had planned when you came in, but you’re not going to say that now. 4. No way. You’re here to fuck Yeri. If you’re going to work out, you’ll do it on your own time!

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In the time it takes you to pull almost all of the way out and slide all the way back in, you’ve made a decision. “Yeah, fuck it. Maybe you can give me a solid tip or two. I could probably use the exercise anyway.”

“I don’t know. Feels like you’re fine to me, but I’m happy to help if I can.”

“Aw, how flattering. And to think I considered saying no.”

Yeri fidgets a little bit. “That would have been okay. Either way, I don’t want you to stop what you’re doing now.”

“That’s good. Because I don’t want to.”

“But don’t forget. It’s okay if I don’t cum.”

“You know, that’s alright. I’m just going to make this as pleasurable for you as I can while I have you underneath me. Let’s not worry about the orgasm right now.”

Yeri holds her head up long enough to look at you in the mirror and say, “Oh my, you caught on. Thank you. But about the orgasm… I do like the idea of your cum in my ass.”

You’re not going to bother arguing against that. If that’s what she wants, you’re happy to provide.

You give Yeri’s ass a few more long, slow, languid thrusts. All the while, you keep a steady pace on her clit.

For as tired as she must be, Yeri doesn’t leave all of the work to you. She grinds her hips in tiny circles and clenches down on her pelvis. She must be doing some kind of exercise for that too, because you know for a fact both Eunha and Yerin have never been able to do that quite as effectively as Yeri is now (though you do feel a sense of deja vu and the name Seungyeon briefly pops into your head). You have to pause each time she does it, and you’re not sure if you’re annoyed by it or if it’s the most amazing thing you’ve ever experienced.

At the end of an extra long stroke, Yeri reaches behind herself and lays her wrist on the back of your neck, pulling you down so your mouth is next to her ear. You take it as a hint, so you nibble and kiss around the outer edge.

Yeri giggles in a low tone. Her fingers stretch their way into your hair and lightly scratch back and forth.

The sensual tone of the moment overtakes your sensibilities for just a second. Just long enough for you to back up and drive in with one powerful thrust. You hear Yeri’s breath catch in her mouth and you bite down where her shoulder meets her neck, just above and behind her collarbone.

It wasn’t your intention to bite especially hard, but you were a little caught up. Yeri’s caught breath turns into the very first bit of a scream before it catches once again. Her fingers spasm on the back of your head, and every other part of her body that’s in contact with yours tenses up.

You also don’t intend to stop. You don’t quite pound into her the same way, but you do move faster than you were moving before. You change your angle to be more vertical, and you manage to get a couple of fingers around Yeri’s clit.

“Oh god,” Yeri manages to say.

Her ass clenches down on your cock painfully hard. Her whole body freezes up, and the hand on your head feels like it’s stuck. You’re just able to keep thrusting. It seems that’s exactly what you needed to do, too.

Yeri screams out incoherently. You’re a little thankful that she’s facing away from you and into the floor, because you feel like you might have lost your eardrums otherwise. Even as it is, your ears hurt.

Her hand falls away and pats the floor. Her voice is much weaker now. “I came… I came,” she mutters.

You cock an eyebrow up. It wasn’t as hard to make that happen as you were led to believe, especially for anal sex. Fully hilted in, you grind your hips around. “That was easy.”

“Shut uuup,” her voice sounds hoarse. You look to the side to make sure the water didn’t get knocked over at any point, because you get the feeling she’ll need it. “It doesn’t usually happen… like that.”

“What do you think was different?”

“I don’t know… the clit stuff maybe?”

“You don’t get your clit played with often?”

“No, I… I said shut up! Can you… let me up?”

You hold back a laugh and do as she asks. Untangling yourself is slightly difficult with her dead weight on your arm, but you help out by pulling her over onto her back and handing her the water bottle.

Looking down at your hand now that it’s free, you see it’s completely soaked. You must not have noticed how wet she was getting with all of the heat and being distracted by the intense fucking. And right where she was just lying down, there’s practically a lake. You’re not sure where her sweat ends and where her sexual fluid begins (but you have a pretty good idea).

Yeri drags herself up into a sitting position against the squatting rack and finishes off the rest of the water. “Well now my legs and my ass are going to be sore for days. Good thing I’m only MCing stuff I can sit down for.”

“Are you going to be okay with that? After that scream, your voice is a little bit…”

“Yeah, I’ll just tell them I’ve got a little cold. They’ll buy anything.”

The two of you smirk at each other.

“God damn though, that was good. Is it weird to say thanks for that?”

You chuckle. “Nah. And you’re welcome. Will you need more water?”

“I’m dehydrated as fuck now, so yes. But there’s a vending machine right down the hall. But this was enough to hold me over for a minute. What are you looking to do?”

Yeri gestures around the room. There’s quite a bit of equipment you could try out.

This will be another short vote period! Voting will close on 1/6 at 12:00 UTC. Options for Part 7: 1. The bench is free. That’s pretty basic stuff, and probably where you’re most confident in showing off. 2. She’s got a leg press machine so you can destroy your legs like Yeri just did. Actually that would have been very convenient earlier… 3. (Picked:) Try your hand (and the rest of your body) at pilates! You don’t know what to do, but you’re sure to get a laugh! 4. You lied! You’re out of here! HA!

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You point up at the pilates setup and Yeri laughs.

"Yeah! This will be great! You're totally the graceful type."

You're not sure if that's sarcasm you detect in her voice, but you shrug it off. Her laugh is what you wanted to hear and you're already successful in that.

"Oh of course," you say with a very false confidence, "You know they call me the pilates master? Because they do."

You step over and lift yourself onto the device. You grab a hold of it the same way Yeri did before. At least, you’re close. You're not exactly sure.

Very carefully, you step your way up the bars and find yourself horizontal. Then you go further and completely lose your sense of direction, though you think you might be upside down. The blood rushes to your ears but you still hear the sound of Yeri giggling across the room.

“You weren’t kidding. That’s a super advanced move.”

“Yup. I invented it,” you say, pretending to be sure of yourself despite the disorientation, “I call this move the Reverse Crab with Lion Splash. It’s really good for your kneecaps.”

Looking up, or down, or sideways, one of those directions, you see an upside down Yeri covering her mouth to attempt to hold in her snickering.

You complete your sort-of backflip, so that you’re facing the padded table below you, your knees caught on the middle bar. You can feel your hamstrings, back, and shoulders straining to keep from falling right then and there.

Yeri’s barely contained laughter bursts out. You didn’t think it was that funny, but she’s an odd person, so you’re not surprised. Until, that is, she says, “You’re just freeballing up there with those gymnastics huh?”

It hits you that the sight of your lubed up and mostly softened dick flopping around as you awkwardly twist your way around the bars probably is fairly humorous. And a bit embarrassing to match. You suddenly feel a little bit self-conscious. And yet, you manage one last retort, “Uh yeah. Haven’t you heard of penilates?”

Yeri snorts and pats the floor. “You’re funny, you know that? I like it. Get back down here and I’ll show you how to do some basics if you really want to do pilates.”

Well, as long as she claims you’re funny.

You maneuver yourself out of the bars and drop off the rack. “Alright coach! What do I do?”

“First, come over here and lay down on your stomach. Put your hands to the sides like you’re going to do a pushup, but like, right under your shoulders.”

The lightly padded floor makes the action relatively comfortable. Yeri rolls on her hips so that she’s able to put a hand on the small of your back. A strangely comfortable chill runs up your spine at the feeling.

“Now push yourself up with your arms, but make sure your legs stay attached to the floor.”

You easily follow her instructions.

“Good!” she says cheerfully. She lifts your chin up, putting more of a stretching sensation on your chest. “Make sure you’re looking straight forward. This is called a Swan. It’s not a big deal, but it helps you with stretching out your core.”

“Yeah, I feel that for sure. I was expecting something a little more intense.”

“Most people are. Pilates is pretty easy though. Mostly.”

“Oh yeah? What’s the hard stuff?”

“Calm it down! We’ll get there. Probably not today though.”

“Aw, why not?”

“Because I’d like to do this with you and I can barely feel my legs.”

“Wow, I’m that good of a fuck?”

Yeri runs her hand over your butt. “Yup. It was all you and your sexual prowess and had nothing to do with anything else that happened since we got here.”

The two of you share a chuckle.

“So how long do I hold this?”

“About now would be good. For you, I’d say… do that for about thirty seconds at a time. And three times of course.”

“What if I normally only do two sets?” you ask as you lay yourself back on the floor.

She lightly smacks your ass. “Hey! What did we agree on about not calling me a liar!”

“Oh, sorry. I would never call you out for lying.”

“That’s… pretty much right. Now, up up!”

Once in your second Swan, you have a thought. “Hey, old reference at this point, but I’ve got a question about what you were talking about in The Lounge.”

“Shoot.”

“I asked why the three of you don’t just have sex with each other, and Seulgi said it was about wanting different things and being uncomfortable with it. So uh, have you tried to bite them before?”

“Oh god. Yeah, I tried that once or twice. Real good reactions out of all four of them.”

“Four?”

“Yup. Well, five. All five of us have tried having sex with each other. Still do sometimes, if we’re feeling desperate.”

“But you’re not into it?”

“Basically. Seulgi is in mad love with Wendy but she’s scared to admit it. Wendy is obsessed with Joy, but Joy is trying to convince herself that she’s straight. Irene and Wendy are both only interested in soft, nice sex, but they both want to be penetrated and can’t seem to get their act together with a double ended dildo. Seulgi wants to be a domme, but ever since Wendy was nearly murdered, she has to go easy on her hips. I’m totally into being dommed, but Seulgi is a wimp and when I talk back to her she gets all nervous and shit.”

You assume thirty seconds have passed, so you lower yourself to the floor again. You knew you would get some kind of explanation when you asked, but you weren’t expecting so much information. You think you may have already forgotten some of it.

Yeri keeps rambling, “Irene used to fuck Seulgi all the time, but during their sub unit promotions they got really busy with each other and I think they just kind of lost the mood, you know? Plus, now that Seulgi wants to explore her rougher side, Irene’s just not into it. Joy used to be the perfect fuck buddy for everybody because she was so good at accommodating everyone and enjoying it. Oh actually, she even did the pet play thing with me once! No clue what we were thinking though. I tried to be a puppy, but then I made a joke about Haetnim and that totally shut the whole thing down. And I’m pretty sure that it isn’t a healthy thing for Wendy, because of how hard she’s crushing for a quote unquote straight girl. But yeah, that’s the point with Joy. She’s claiming that she’s totally straight and started dating Cheungae, but I don’t know how long that’s going to-- Oh no, stay on your stomach.”

You had started to roll over after finishing your third Swan, but Yeri holds you back by your shoulder. “Next I’ll have you do a T.”

“A T? Like the letter T?”

“Exactly.”

“Is it like this?” You stick your arms straight out to either side and point your feet straight down, keeping your face on the floor.

Yeri laughs. “Basically, yes, but now pick your head, chest, arms, and legs up as far as you can, looking forward. Hold that for five seconds, five times.”

This move in particular is actually a bit harder, as it sounds like the only part of you meant to stay on the floor is your stomach.

“Sorry by the way. I rant on like a gossipy bitch sometimes. Was that too much information?”

The voting deadline for Part 8 will be 1/13 at 12:00 UTC! Options for Part 8 [IMPORTANT]: 1. “Well, it was maybe a bit much.” You can’t blame her for oversharing, but it’s no big deal. She seemed extremely eager to bring all that up, after all. 2. (Picked:) “Nope! In fact, tell me more!” Should you know all of this? No. Do you want to know more? Absolutely yes. 3. “Yeah, you really shouldn’t say so much.” It was pretty rude of her to say all of that stuff about her members’ personal relationships. Your question was much simpler than that.

~~~~~

"Nope! In fact, tell me more!"

Yeri chuckles. "Just as long as you don't spill any of what I tell you, alright? We could both get in some real trouble."

That's how secrets always work, right? You can keep the secrets and the non-secrets separate and never tell anyone anything that would be a problem, right? Yeah, no problem.

Right?

"Well, I don't think Joy's relationship is going to last much longer. She is trying really hard, but the strain is going to get to her. And one of our members is absolutely going to fuck her soon and restore the balance."

You snort, forcing you to put your hands and legs down. "Restore the balance? What is this, an epic fantasy novel?"

"You know what I mean! She's the perfect fucker or fuck toy for every member, and in the past, she's loved that. She told us so herself. But we've been together for years, so we know when she's not alright. About a month after she started dating Cheungae, she said she couldn't have sex anymore. And it's just been downhill from there. They're fucking each other, but she has said more than once that she misses fucking other people too."

"The things people do for the sake of relationships."

"Yeah, it's cute, but…" Yeri grips your ass cheek as you come out of your last T. "You know how freeing it is to not be in one."

You sigh, thinking for a second about something SinB told you. "Yup… but hey, has Joy talked to this guy about an open relationship? Or like some other kind of arrangement? Just taking a wild guess here, but I'd imagine any guy would die for a threesome with Joy and you."

"I offered. I heard from Wheein that Cheungae's got a dick the size of the DMZ, so I'm all for giving that a spin. Joy rejected the idea though."

"Damn, why?"

"Well Cheungae isn't the problem. Joy is. I don't know if it's selfishness or if she is just trying way too hard to make a normal relationship work, but she doesn't want to share, herself or her man."

"That sucks. I'm sorry."

"Ah, it's okay. Like I said, I don't think it'll last much longer. And as far as I'm concerned, I've got myself a solid replacement!"

"I'm not a commodity!"

"Sure, ho, sure." Yeri giggles and slaps your butt.

You reach between her legs and push a couple of fingers into her pussy. "Sounds like you're trying to get me mad."

"Why would I do that? You… degenerate sack of shit who can't even fuck the right hole?"

Suddenly, you hear the sound of Yeri's phone going off. It's Wendy's voice. "Are you ready for this? Zimzalabim!"

Yeri scowls. "Hurry up and pound my twat into the core of the planet."

You hold in a laugh and push Yeri onto her back and climb on top of her. Your sweat mixes with hers as you press your bodies together. She’s not burning hot like before, but she’s still pretty warm, and there’s certainly fire in her eyes as she pulls you to her lips--

“Are you ready for this? Zimzalabim!”

Yeri’s tongue invades your mouth forcefully. Your practiced cock finds its way into her with no trouble at all. There’s no hesitation from either one of you. She pulls you into her, and you--

“Are you ready for this? Zimzala-- Yeri! I’m calling you on the important line! Why aren’t you picking up?”

That doesn’t sound like a ringtone anymore. You pull away from Yeri’s kiss, but she suddenly sticks a finger against your cheek. “Don’t you dare stop. I don’t want to feel my legs.”

“Didn’t that already happen?” you ask, with no small amount of snark.

“Yeri? Are you still? Oh god. I’m sorry--” Static crackles through the speaker for a moment. “This must be really awkward for you.”

“Oh don’t mind me,” you say, “I’m just doing my job, apparently.” You back up just a bit and start thrusting hard and fast. Yeri’s breath gets pushed out of her with the force of the first one, but she quickly adjusts and matches your rhythm.

There’s a pause from Wendy. “O-okay. That’s good. I mean, wait! No! Yeri! Irene is on her way to pick you up to take you to the studio!”

“God- dammit- Wendy-” Yeri is having difficulty speaking, only managing to get a word or so out for each time you slam into her. “He’s so- fucking- good- Tell- her- to- wait!”

You could swear that you can hear Wendy blushing through the phone. “We can’t! You’ve got to record…”

“He doesn’t- care- about- spoilers!”

“I mean, I kind of do… How did the call start if we’re over here?”

“I had to install an app on her phone to automatically answer the call-- I mean, you’ve got to hurry and pack up! Irene is going to be there any second!”

Yeri whines in staccato, and is about to say something but is interrupted. And you’re suddenly forced to stop fucking her by a voice that chills your spine like being lost in a blizzard.

“Wendy’s right, Yeri. We’ve got to go.”

Looking to the side, you and Yeri both see Irene standing in the wide-open doorway. The lack of expression on her face is unnerving in a way you can’t accurately describe.

“Come on Irene, please! We can just record later! Just give us five more minutes!”

You feel like you could comment on the fact that Yeri sounds like she’s complaining to her mother to stay in bed, but Irene lifts her eyebrows a few millimeters and your motivation to make a joke is suddenly gone.

“Uuugh!” Yeri reluctantly, slowly, pushes you to the side.

Well, seems like that’s over with. But maybe you can convince Irene to let it not be over with… Or not. Hard to say.

The voting deadline for Part 9 will be 1/17 at 12:00 UTC! Options for Part 9: 1. Irene doesn’t scare you! Tell her you’re not done with Yeri yet! SM can wait for her! 2. Okay, Irene scares you. You should apologize and see yourself out of here. 3. (Picked:) Eh. No big deal. Yeri said that Irene is basically just the same as the other RV members.

~~~~~

You lean back against one of the vertical bars of the squat rack. The metal is very cold, making you flinch. But you play it cooler than the metal, propping your chin up on your wrist by putting your elbow on your knee.

“Hey Irene,” you say casually, as if you weren’t naked in front of one of the most powerful idols in the business, “How’s your morning so far?”

“It’s fine.” Irene is just as casual as you are. She seems more interested in watching as Yeri crawls around the gym on her arms, gathering clothes.

“So you have a new comeback soon, huh?”

Her eyes seem unfocused for a moment, as if she’d just spaced out.

“Oh. Yes,” she eventually says.

Irene’s not especially talkative, you surmise.

“Well, if the recording isn’t too urgent, you can hang out with us for a bit longer. I bet Yeri would be willing to share, assuming you were also wanting in on this situation.”

“Oooh, hey yeah. You want some Irene?” Yeri asks. A cheesy grin spreads across her face. “I got him all warmed up for you.”

Irene gestures softly at Yeri’s bra in the middle of the floor. Yeri rolls her eyes and reaches out for it.

“I appreciate the thought.”

You shrug and move to grab your own clothes. Putting them on feels gross considering the sweat and cum all over you. You resolve to take a shower as soon as you get home. “It was worth a shot.”

Yeri gets her sports bra back on and lets out a long sigh. “You sure though? My voice is a little fucked up right now. We could say I’m sick and that you’re just taking care of me like a good leader.”

“Yes. Let’s go.”

A woman of few words, this one.

With your legs fully functional, you’re able to finish dressing much quicker than Yeri, and approach Irene, giving her a standard bow. “Good to meet you, by the way. Sounds like you’ve already heard about me.”

“From Joy, yes.” Irene bows back to you. “Is it okay if I get your contact from Wendy?”

You blink in shock. That was easy enough. “Yeah, sure. Sounds good to me.”

Irene nods, expression still inscrutable. “Do you prefer calls or texts?”

“Either works for me.”

Yeri pops in. “He’s not actually a prostitute you know.”

For the first time, Irene makes a face you can decipher. It seems to be a bit of minor, subtle shock. “Oh, so this…” She points back and forth between you and Yeri. “Was for…”

You finish for her after she pauses. “The hell of it, yeah.”

“I paid you in salmon bagels,” Yeri says.

“Well that and a free pilates lesson, sure.”

The tiniest smile curls up the corners of Irene’s lips. “How fun.”

It gets silent again, besides the sounds of Yeri huffing as she works to get her pants back on.  You nod quietly, unsure of how to respond.

Thankfully, Irene looks you in the eye and motions for you to come closer, which you do. While Yeri is occupied with pulling her hoodie back over her head, Irene leans in close to you and whispers into your ear, so quietly it takes you a moment to process what she’s saying.

“I heard you earlier. Stay away from Joy.”

You back off again, a little struck by what sounded like a very calm threat.

“I’m parked downstairs Yeri. No more than five minutes, okay?”

“Oh come on, you tell me that now?!”

Without another word, Irene turns and walks back out the door. You’re still a little stunned, watching the back of her head, when she looks back over her shoulder and gives you a coy smile and a wink. Your head swims with questions.

You’re not sure how long you’ve been staring at the now-closed door, but you’re snapped out of it by a loud smack on the back of your jeans, just below your ass. Yeri’s next to you, keeping herself upright with her hand on the wall. “A little help here?”

You look down and see her legs are shaking like leaves. “Oh shit, yeah, I’ve got you.”

Scooping your arm under hers, you support as much of her weight as you can on your shoulder. It feels like she’s mostly able to stay on her feet on her own, but she definitely wobbles a bit.

“You going to be okay?” you ask once you’re in the hallway.

“Oh totally! I’ll be able to walk... mostly normally once we’ve reached the studio. But you know how it is. Squat until your legs give out and then immediately get ass-fucked to an unexpected orgasm, and that’ll give you a few minutes worth of trouble.”

“That’s not actually a sensation I’m familiar with.”

“Who knows? Maybe Seulgi will get her domme act together and then you will be!”

You’re not so sure how you feel about that.

“Hey by the way. Irene was asking about getting your number, right? Can I get it now? Faster than getting it from Wendy since she’ll probably be out all day.”

This will be the last vote for Yexercise! *Wipes away tears* The deadline for this vote will be 1/23 at 12:00 UTC, at which point we’ll be talking on the Discord server about what’s next! Options for Part 10: 1. (Picked:) Of course she can have your number right away! You had fun, she had fun, you should have more fun! 2. Don’t let this crazy have your contact info. In fact, you should let Wendy know to give her a fake number…

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You don’t even need to say anything. You pull out your phone, open your contacts, and hand it to Yeri. She puts her info in and sends herself some random gibberish in a text.

“Awesome!” she says, slipping the phone back into your pocket expertly as you make your way down the hall together, “No requests for sleazy pictures though. Can’t have anything getting out if something happens to your phone. Or mine.”

“Of course. I wouldn’t dream-- well, I would dream of it. But I won’t ask.”

Yeri giggles. “Ah, hey. The water’s right there. Wanna stop for just a second?”

At the machine, Yeri swipes her key card just like she did at the door to the gym. It only contains what you recognize as the cheap water brands, unsweetened tea, some dried fruit snacks in plain packaging, and a variety of protein bars. There’s no indicator for payment anywhere though.

“Perks of the personal, private gym?” you ask.

“Perks of the personal, private gym,” Yeri says.

A couple of water bottles are pushed out at arm’s height. Yeri hands one to you, takes the other for herself, and you both gulp down about half before continuing.

“I’ve got to say, I was expecting this to be one of those expensive waters. Blessed by monks, imported from Egypt, shit like that.”

Yeri smirks. “You know what they say. SM water tastes like water. No reason to spend wastefully.”

She finishes her water off, and you get to the stairwell. You think that three flights of stairs might be a little difficult at the moment, but fortunately there’s an elevator nearby you hadn’t noticed when you were following Yeri up earlier.

As you’re gradually taken to the ground floor, Yeri nudges your side. “If I ever share something juicy with you by the way, I expect at least five words in response. None of that ‘LOL’ followed by silence stuff.”

You laugh. “What if I can’t think of anything to say?”

“You can just bullshit an answer. No biggie.”

“What if my life is threatened because I know your gossip?”

“Your life, huh?”

“Well, not specifically. I just assume Irene will break every bone in my body. I guess I can live through that, right?”

“God, she better not be doing that again.”

You stare at Yeri. “Doing that again?”

“Making people uneasy. Point is, don’t worry about her. She’s just got a… uh, an unusual way of communicating, we’ll say.”

“Something like that, sure.”

Yeri puts her free hand on your chest. “She’ll warm up to you, I promise. I’ll put in a good word for you! As long as you do me one more favor.”

Anything to get a good word in to Irene so you don’t end up murdered. “What’s that?”

“Just give me one more, real good kiss in front of her. Right up next to the car window!”

You wrap your arms around her waist and shift Yeri so she’s in front of you. “Like this?” you ask, and half-lift her to your height. The moment your lips touch, you feel the elevator jerk to a stop and the door opens.

“Maybe a bit more than that, but I like where your head’s at.”

“It could be between your legs,” you say, mimicking Yeri’s seductive tone from earlier at The Lounge.

“Don’t tempt me like that!”

All smiles, you help Yeri feebly get outside. You spot a car with dark windows, where you can barely see Irene’s silhouette inside. It also happens to be the only car on the street, and Yeri easily confirms that it’s the correct one.

Yeri is thankfully able to stand on her own once you get to the passenger side. You open the door for her, but before she gets in, you spin her to face you and dive in for a real kiss. She moans and her arms wrap up under your shirt instantly, so you respond by sliding one hand down the back of her yoga pants. It should be right where Irene can see your fingers outlined through the fabric.

Unfortunately, there doesn’t seem to be a reaction from Irene. You wonder what it will take to crack her neutral act.

“Mmm, even more than that next time, okay?” Yeri pulls away from you and turns to get into the car.

“Of course. I might charge you one extra water bottle next time though.”

“Uh-oh. I’ll be sure to save up for it.”

You laugh together before she sits down. You lean over to pop your head in after her. “See you next time then. And good to finally meet you Irene!”

Irene looks up at you from the book she was reading. “Hm? Oh yes, a pleasure.”

Yeri catches your gaze again. You can see the moment of sudden, unbridled thrill in her eyes, so you wait for her to say…“No Irene! The pleasure was mine!”

Her hand shoots up, and you meet it for an excellent, but questionably deserved high-five. Irene sighs heavily.

You laugh and back up again. “Nice one, Yeri. See you later.”

“See ya, ho!” Yeri shouts before closing the door. As is the case with Yerin, you’re pretty sure you’re stuck with nicknames like that from now on.

You wave the car goodbye and turn back around to make your way back home. You could use a shower.

THE END

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Post-story notes:

Hey everybody! Thank you again for joining me for one of these crazy vote stories. I’ve really appreciated the participation, and I think we’ll be getting even more next time!

We’ll be discussing the subject and characters for the next story on the Discord. Suggestions so far include (forgive me if the capitalization is incorrect on these)… Dreamcatcher, WJSN, Mamamoo, Momoland, CLC, Oh My Girl, Lovelyz, more Gfriend, and Fromis_9! But nothing’s set in stone yet! Fill out the form in #announcements if you have even more suggestions to add to the hat.

As for when the next story starts, I’m going to say probably the first week of February. As you may have seen me mention, I’ll be writing some shorts just to spill some of my creative juices. On top of that, I quit my day job! Because I’m starting school! So exciting and nerve wracking! Given how stupidly stressful my day job was, I’m hoping I should be able to pump out stories a little more frequently moving forward.

The storyline unlocks from Yexercise are going to look pretty obvious: [Yeri - Workout buddy] [Yeri - Gossip girl]

And just like with Movie Night, here are some fun facts about unpicked options! At least one of you read these last time, and made a very astute observation about Sowon, so you’ll be getting your wish for that fairly soon.

Part 1. Picking Wendy or Seulgi would have (obviously) resulted in a different name for the story altogether! The names I had in mind weren’t finalized, but the top contenders were “Snow Day” for Wendy and “Dom-Flavored Pringles” for Seulgi.

Part 3. Yeri had two animals in mind for the pet-play: She could have been a cat or a cow. The option to be a puppy would have also been there, but she would have been skeptical about it given her history trying that with Joy.

Part 4. At first, I wasn’t planning on there being any anal in Part 6, but because the vote for Part 4 was SO close, I went back and changed my plans, just so y’all could get what you wanted. :P

Part 5. Again, just mentioning how close the vote was. I was very interested to see that for most of the voting period, the options to keep Yeri working out and to stop and just talk to her were neck and neck. I’m still feeling out what the best balance is between fluff and smut, and you guys are surprisingly wholesome!

Part 7. If you had chosen the leg workout, you’d have been too exhausted to help Yeri out of the gym, resulting in Irene rescheduling the recording session. She’d have stayed to hang out, and that would have blocked off the [Yeri - Gossip girl] storyline (which does have some smaller impact on the relationship with Irene moving forward as well, btw).

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If it’s not filled yet, how did shoto get ready for his veggie date in If I Could Keep Cool? LY 💜💚

“What the fuck do you want?” Bakugou growled as he picked up the phone.

“I need your help,” Shouto murmured, distractedly surveying his kitchen. “Do you know how to cook vegetables?”

There was a beat of silence on the other end of the line, then, “Of fucking course I know how to cook vegetables, asshole, what the fuck kind of question is that? Did you fucking call me just to be a pain in the ass?”

Shouto huffed. “I need to impress someone. Tell me how to cook vegetables.”

Bakugou scoffed. And then he hung up.

Not to be deterred, Shouto fired off a text to him, asking the same question. Then he texted Kirishima for assistance. The members of Class A had long understood that the key to getting what they wanted out of Bakugou was either to insist he couldn’t do something, thereby provoking him into proving them wrong, or by roping in Kirishima, who was still the only person somehow able to access Bakugou’s better nature.

Sure bro, I’d love to help, Kirishima texted back instantly. Give me like an hour.

Satisfied, Shouto retreated to his bedroom, lingering over his closet in uncharacteristic indecision. Shouto had never paid much attention to his clothes before. He knew he dressed nicely—if the compliments his former classmates paid him were any indication—the product of wealth and an older sister with some enthusiasm for fashion. But he’d never spent more than a couple of moments choosing what to wear, and had never understood when Kaminari held up the entire class waiting on him to get dressed for an outing, or Mina bemoaned how hard it was to get cute for a date.

But he wanted everything to be right this evening, including his clothes.

He hadn’t been sure, before, but now he was. Though he had a reputation for being obtuse at times, Shouto could be observant when he wanted to be. He’d been clocking your lingering glances for months, the way you held yourself back from him carefully, the way you were obviously pleased by his gifts but maneuvered every which way in order to refuse them.

He hadn’t been sure before, exactly what it had meant.

But after your evening at the izakaya, now he was.

Despite yourself, you’d cuddled into his warmth at the bar, the drinks you’d had loosening your inhibitions, and your gaze had hardly left him for a second. Then you’d held his hand as he walked you home, looking happier than he’d ever seen you. And then, you’d given him those flowers, making it clear he’d been on your mind, even when you’d been apart, and it had almost been his undoing.

You’d looked so good, so guileless, so damnably kissable on your doorstep, that if you’d lingered one second longer, Shouto was sure all his manners would have gone out the window. It was only his gentlemanly upbringing that stopped him from following you into your apartment and having his way with you, and he’d walked away from your apartment, embarrassingly half-hard and a hair's breadth away from snapping and going back for you.

You’d obviously been embarrassed about the whole thing once you’d sobered up, but Shouto intended to show you that your favor was returned.

He wouldn’t start anything—not today when he needed to disappear for a week afterwards on a sensitive mission, as it wasn’t fair to you to leave you alone the minute he made his intentions clear. But soon. 

Very soon.

Shouto’s phone vibrated with a text, a string of angry swear words that meant Bakugou was going to acquiesce any minute, prompting Shouto to turn back to his closet and choose his clothing. He pulled out a soft sweater, one he was pretty sure he’d seen you stare at so intently you’d once walked into an open kitchen cabinet, and then made his way into the kitchen as a volley of texts lit up his phone screen.

Bakugou Katsuki 2:59 PM: Do you seriously not fucking know how to cook a vegetable, icy hot?

3:00 PM: [Honey Roasted Carrots with Yogur…] > http://bit.ly/9iJZ5jt

3:00 PM: Fucking useless.

3:02 PM: [Grilled Zucchini and Feta Toasts w...] > http://bit.ly/8oKZ5jf

3:03 PM: Here, dipshit: [Charred Vegetable Medley with Burrata…] > http://bit.ly/5oDF4fi

3:03 PM: If you food poison her, I don’t give a shit.

3:03 PM: Don’t text me again.

Shouto texted Kirishima a thank you, ignored Bakugou as requested, then clicked on the first link, rolling up his sleeves.

It was time to make his intentions clear, in a language you would understand: vegetables.

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Hi! Can I request a Jean x Reader fic where reader is Marco's beloved little sister and basically follows the "Im in love with my brother's best friend" trope? And Reader doesn't do anything about it because she thinks Jean only sees her as a little sister (bc that's what he always says) but Jean is madly in love with her too? And hw never says anything until she does something really reckless. (Any Au is okay :) )

omg yes yes!! of course! i hope you like it! 💖 sorry for the waiting, anon!

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❁ jean x reader!

❁ modern au!

❁ all are college students (age +18), mention of alcohol, food.

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"Y/N, I'm leaving!" Marco was at the door, putting on his shoes. You nod while you look at your big brother, a smile on his mouth when he sees your eyes from behind the kitchen's door, eating some doritos. "Oh, Jean is coming for dinner." You almost choke. You cough and Marco looks at you. "Y/n?"

"The dorito was spicy, sorry." Jean Kirstein is coming to have dinner at your home. Jean is Marco's best friend since the two of them wore diapers. Marco laughs.

“I told you they were spicy. Well, I'll go now, I’m late! Don’t worry about dinner, I’ll cook once we arrive home!”

You don’t like cooking, but you like even less to be alone with Jean while Marco is occupied. Marco never wants you or him to help, which means you’ll be alone with Jean when he cooks. You remembered your room was a mess and your makeup is in the main bathroom. You run to go and order things a bit, just in case Jean needs to use the bathroom and sees all your makeup around. You also entered your room and got changed, using a pretty outfit based in pastel pink clothes.

Jean is just a couple years older than you, but he thinks about you as his little sister, or so does he say. After all, he and Marco are like brothers, so that makes you her "fake lil-sis." You're tired of that sentence. Of that "How's my sis today?". You want him to look at you like a girl, someone to fall in love with. Not someone to apply a fake blood rule. Marco trains football until 8 p.m, so you have exactly an hour to get all clean. Even when you and Marco are really tidy people, it’s impossible to keep all the things in their places. You’re sitting on your bed, moving your legs with nervousness, when you hear the boys entering home.

“We’re back!” Marco yells. You prepare yourself for acting as nothing happens while you go down stairs. Your brother is taking out his shoes and giving his friend house slippers. 

“Hi, welcome.” Your voice comes out more shy than you’ve expected. Jean looks up, his hazel eyes looking directly at yours. You feel your legs weak when he smiles.

“Hi, y/n!” he says. For your luck, you hear another voice. 

“Is y/n here?” Connie’s voice is listened behind Marco.

“She lives here, idiot.” Jean comes in and you look how his tall body is now positioned near yours. Connie smiles and runs toward you, his arm around your shoulders. 

“Jean, sometimes people go and spend nights out with friends, specially if you’re coming.” The boy clicks his tongue. “Long time no see, bestie.” You laugh. It’s true that Connie is one of your best friends, he’s in your math group, and his outgoing personality made him became one of your best friends really quick, and also Marco’s. 

"You're having dinner here?" Connie shakes his head.

"Nah. Today I cook on the shared flat, I don't want to leave Sasha without dinner or she'll eat my chocolate reserves. I just came to steal a couple beers to Marco." Marco points the fridge with his index. Connie laughs. "Bro, I know where your fridge is, but thanks anyway."

They have a trust in each other that you envy, is so natural for them to visit the others' houses, and they're comfortable with it. As you're comfortable with them hanging around your house, seeing Marco so happy. Jean crosses his arms, his arm touching yours for a second. Your braincells disconnect from your body and you enter in a kinda of Jean repetitive thoughts. Connie sits on your sofa, opening a beer.

"Well, I'll go and make some pasta. You guys can play there." Connie takes the remotes, giving one to Jean and another to you.

"Marco, you should play with them." you say. "I'll cook."

"Don't worry! I beat their asses every day, now it's your turn to do the same." he says, entering the kitchen. You sigh, taking the remote. They put a shooter. You sit in the middle of your sofa, giving space to Jean to sit near Connie.

"Fuck, I'm so bad at this..." You say. Even knowing is a cooperative game against zombies, you're always the first one to die. Jean laughs quietly, before sitting next to you. His leg collides with yours in a jokingly way.

"I'll protect you." he says. You know he's talking about the game, but you can't help and start daydreaming about him and you, how his long fingers will take your hand and pull you to his chest, whispering those words on...

"Oi, Jean, you're not that good to protect her! Zombies will kill you two unless I protect you both!"

"Connie you suck at this game." Jean defends himself.

"I'm sure Y/N prefers me to protect her. Or do you prefer Jean?"

He's dead man. He knows perfectly what do you feel. He knows you like Jean a lot, and he has been trying to make you confess. Jean looks at you, his sweet gaze fixed on your eyes. Yo look down.

"I think I can handle it by myself." Connie laughs and Jean roasts him. The game starts. You watch how Jean's fingers change quickly between all the buttons: pressing, touching, moving. You look again to the TV, blushed. You shouldn't be thinking this things. Concentrate in the game, Y/N. Concentrate. The game goes strangly well, the three of you comunicate your plans easily to the others, and it all goes well. Jean rests his back against the sofa, making his t-shirt go out a bit and his sport shorts tighten around his worked body. You can't take your eyes out. You blush again and you feel how your remote vibrates, indicating you're being eat by a zombie. Connie sighs and Jean looks at the screen.

"Fuck, Y/N, sorry." he says. You clear your throat and shake your head.

"I was distracted, sorry." Connie smiles.

"What distracted you, bestie?" he asks. You're going to kill him. You don't answer, getting up and asking what do they want to drink. Jean asks for a glass of water and Connie asks if you could bring something to eat, even when he has to leave in ten minutes. You give Jean his glass and Connie some chips.

"Thank you, bestie." he says. You look at him, faking a smile.

"Eat and be silent for a while, bestie." he nods and eats. Even knowing you're joking, he doesn't say anything for a bit. He's concentrated in the game, as Jean is. You go to the kitchen and ask Marco if he needs soemthing. He shakes his head, preparing the sauce for the spaghetti.

"Weren't you playing?" he asks. You nod.

"Yep. I died." he smiles. Marco's smile is the most bright and beautiful smile you ever seen. You wanted to have a smile like his, but you only have his same eyes and freckles. He looks at you.

"Go, go. Don't leave my guests alone!" you nod and went back again to the living room. The game is finished, with Connie and Jean's stadistics in the screen.

"Look, bunny!" he says "I was the better one to protect you!". It's true that Jean's stadistics are better than Connie's.

"Oi, Kirstein, you're just a bit better... It was luck." he says. He looks the hour on his glass and gets up. "Well, I'll go home now. It was a pleasure." he says. You accompany him to the door. "I wish you luck, bestie. I'm sure you need it." You punch playfully Connie's shoulder before hugging him. "And, mark my words: He's just waiting." Then, he leaves, without giving you the opportunity to ask what the heck he meant by that. You head back to the living room, where Jean is sitting on the sofa. His sweater is on a near chair. It's so big and looks so comfortable...

"Do you want to play more?" you ask. Jean looks at you while you sit, giving him space. He smiles.

"Why not! Do you want me to teach you how to play this one?" he takes a open world game. You know he's really good at them. Marco, Jean and Eren usually play online every saturday, and they want you to join their team, but you haven't played that much. You nod. "Okay, let me..." He moves near to you. He takes the controller and gives one to you, keeping him the other. He enters the game. "Well, choose a character, bunny."

He has been calling you bunny since he discovered how much you like bunnies. They're so fluffy and beautiful, you like them. You have one, called "Wink", because he has a genetic problem that makes him wink one of his beautiful eyes. He was about to be sacrificed because of that, but you saved him in the last moment. He's now a happy bunny with a curious talent. You doesn't dislike the pet name Jean gave you years ago, but it makes him sound like he's calling you a really affectionate nickname.

You go back to reality and choose a cute little girl using a big hat. He chooses a near character and clicks play. "Okay. This is the main city, so now you have to climb here to unlock the map..." he explains you for a while, and you follow his character. Sometimes, when he moves his leg, his knee collides with yours. Now, you're totally stuck in a level.

"Jean, how do I...?" he looks at your character, stuck between two walls.

"Can I?" he puts his hands near your controller and, when you're about to give it to him, he puts his big hands on top of yours, covering them. His fingers pressed lightly against yours. You look at him, but he has his eyes fixed on the screen, as he moves your fingers with his. “You have to move like this, silly...” he says. But you can’t concentrate in anything more than his scent near you, the warmth his body irradiates and his fingers pressing yours sweetly. You feel how your heart speeds up it's beat.

"Y/N!" Marco yells. "Can you take the garbage to the container, please?" he asks. You yell yes in response, getting away from Jean's body. You get up fast. He does the same, suddenly kinda uncomfortable.

"I'll accompany you, bunny." he says. You nod, taking the garbage bag. Jean follows you silently. The container is not far from your house, just a couple crosswalks. You take the bag and start walking. It's dark now, and the street is really quiet. Just your steps and Jean's can be heard. He follows you keeping a distance, his long legs making short steps. "The night is beautiful today." he says. You nod in response. You look at both sides before crossing the street.

"Maybe a little bit cold." you say. He quickens the pace to be near to you. The sweater he took from the chair is around his waist, so he takes it and puts it on your shoulders.

"Use it. I'll take the bag." he says. You murmur a little "thanks" while putting his sweater on. It smells like him. You try to take the bag from his hands back, but he moves. "Jean, give me back the trash." He smiles playfully.

"Take it from me, bunny." he jokes. His long arms move the bag, avoiding you to take it. He's playing near the road, so if you go around him and surprise him from the road, you can take it. That's why you go down to the road, without looking and without noticing a car that is coming fast towards you. The car lights were really low, and that didn't make you realize it was coming. But now, now that Jean yelled your name and the car beeped, you realize you're about to be hitted by it.

You can't move, your body is totally paralyzed. You knew the car was trying to stop, but the high velocity it got is impossible to stop. You thought you'll feel a hard hit, but you felt a soft thing around you.

Jean's body is around yours when you find you two on the street. It takes you a couple seconds to realize what happened.

"Jean, Jean, Jean." you move him. Got he hit by the car? Did he put his body between yours and the car? He looks at you, his eyes searching your gaze.

"Are you okay?" he asks. You nod while he gets up, helping you to fo the same.

"And you? Did it hit you?" He shakes his head.

"I just pulled you against me, that's why we were on the floor." He explains. "None of us got hit. But you have to be more careful, what could have happened to you if I wasn't here? You coul... Y/N?" he asks. Tears are running down your tears. He takes you in a hug, his big and warm body protecting yours.

"Sorry." You say. You feel how he caresses you hair.

"You scared me. I thought the car was going to hit you. Be more careful." You nod. You try to make a joke, to make things more comfortable.

"You're really a good fake brother."

"That's what you think of me?" he asks. Isn't that what he wants you to think? Isn't he the one calling you sis? His hands explore a bit your body, with long caresses from your neck to your low back. His long fingers running slow on your skin.

"That's what you think of me" you answer. He clicks his tongue.

"You never showed any interest in me. I gave up and treated you like a sister. That's what you wanted, no?" You wanted to look at him, but he doesn't let you, pressing your head soflty against his chest.

"I was in love with you, Jean. But you came home and tell my brother how good Mikasa looked and «How are you, little sister?». What I was supossed to do? Compete with an older girl? Make you realize I'm not your little sister?"

He doesn't say nothing for a while. He breathes deeply, before talking.

"Sorry, I was nervous. I thought the car was going to hit you. I thought I was about to see you getting hit." he says. His breath is a little bit irregular now. Taking some valor, you leave a kiss on his chest, where is heart is ubicated. He sighs. "I also liked you. But it didn't feel good, you were my bestie's little sister. I didn't want to ruin my friendship or worse, your relation with your brother. I thought it was better for me to stay away. That's why I treated you like that. I was trying to convince myself. It didn't work." he lets out a little laugh.

"I felt like you were serious about it. That's why I never said anything. But I do like you, Kirstein."

"You're a lucky girl." he says. He keeps your head buried on his chest. "Because I also like you, Bott." he says. He leaves a soft kiss on your hair and, shyly, accompanies you to throw the garbage. There's silence. Once you're walking back, in the same silence, he breaks it. "Should we date, then?" he asks. "We're both adults and we like each other, doesn't it work like that?" he asks. You nod.

"But, Marco?" he says then. Oh, you forgot about him. Marco, your brother, his best friend.

"Oh, true..."

"Well, Marco is home and we aren't." he says. "He isn't going to miss us a couple minutes, right?" his voice getting low as his lips got closer to yours. "You don't know how many times I wanted to kiss those lips or caress this body." he murmurs. You tangle your hands around his neck.

"Why you didn't, then?" you ask. He lets out a little laugh.

"Now I have all the time of the world to kiss you." you feel his soft lips against yours. His hands around your waist and yours tangled on his hair. It feels so good.

"I hope so."

m e a n w h i le

"do you think he confessed?" Connie asks. Marco keeps taking out plates while talking to Connie on the phone.

"They have been out for twenty minutes. I'm a 99% sure he did, and he's corrupting my little sister behind a house." he says.

"He doesn't want to break your sister's relation with you." Connie says. Marco sighs.

"My sister is in love with him. If both like each other, it's none lf my business."

[flowerflamestars]

Let's ask the hard questions here, baby. What do you think the series would have been like had it been Nesta Archeron under the mountain?

BABE this is it-this is the best question I’ve ever been asked. 

For one thing, chaotic. For another: I think the simple substitution reframes the whole structure of the narrative. It’s not about a journey to power that fights Evil Tyranny (abused Human to Hero to High Lady).

It’s a story about the people working around, beside, under the powerful Lords- and the difficult choices they make. Less Hero’s Journey more, Look, These Are the Real Heroes.

Let’s start with Spring. We know now that the whole you killed a faery now you have to come to faeryland thing was an insanely shitty ruse. So maybe Andras is still alive. Maybe Feyre killed him and Nesta successfully protected her sisters. Maybe Tamlin is just a twat and went that one is pretty. ANYWAY-

Nesta gets to Spring. Lucien doesn’t immediately despise her, for, you know, murdering and skinning his only friend (a handy sublimation of the anger he can’t express against his High Lord). Nesta was raised in the fucking gentry and Nesta can play the game- it’s a question of willingness.

Feyre is a lot more willing to roll with weird circumstances for caution.  Nesta is, to her bones, an aggressor. Empty manor doesn’t add up? She’s going to say something so cutting, and so infuriating to Tamtam she ends up seeing all the faeries. She steels herself, refuses to be afraid of Alis, and asks questions. (See, Nesta’s first IC dinner, zeroing in on the scariest faery and refusing to flinch)

At some point, there’s a confrontation. 

But it’s not between Nesta and Tamlin. Now, in canon Tamtams is extremely willing to drag his feet on the curse. In this version, that is so much worse- sure, he’s into Nesta (Nesta, recall, just looks like sharper Feyre), but Nesta takes one look at this fragile immortal man child and roasts the shit out of him. What’s he going to do? Kill her? Negates all the stupid trouble he went to. Punish her? He clearly needs her for something.

Tamlin cannot handle that. There are no Romantic Moments. Nes spends calanmai watching faeries do weird shit out her window. She sure as fuck doesn’t drink faery wine and dance for Tamlin at the solstice. It is not happening.

 So Nesta spends a lot of time alone, wandering around. Talking to Lucien, Alis, random-ass faeries out of sheer reckless ego, reading every book in the ugly manor.

Nesta confronts Lucien. I’m going to go with after the wingless dead faerie and the head in the garden. The stupid blight conversation.

This works differently and better than Feyre’s attempts to get more information for I think, two important reasons. 1) Lucien and Nesta speak the same language in acotar. It’s all anger babes- sharp edged, sexy, bullshit. There’s no cycle of forgiveness then softening- they are the same, too the same, tired and self-hating survivalists bored out of their minds in a gilded death trap. 

and 2) Nesta and Feyre are quintessentially perceived differently. Feyre is hopeful- tenacious, young, free. She shakes up things for these old ass faeries and gives them something to believe in. It’s youth for the eternally young. 

Nesta...is not that. She gets under your skin, forever. Multiple faeries meet her throughout the books and have very extreme reactions to that- but what matters at this point, as a mortal- Nesta reads as an adult. She’s immune to glamour. Her strength isn’t kindness or an open heart, it’s fucking steel that might take your last breathe.

And look, Lucien would respond to that. Tamlin...isn’t even talking to the girl his people died to get him. The curse is almost over and they’re all going to get tortured. Nesta, has, from day one, known something is wrong- she’s so angry, and it makes it easier for Lucien to be angry.

It’s not hunting bros who become Real Friends, it’s fire and gasoline. Empowerment.

So, I haven’t read acotar in ages- but I’m pretty sure they literally couldn’t tell her about Tamlin’s curse. But Lucien can communicate around the magical fuckery- there’s a great evil. The kids in Winter are all dead because of another High Lord. 

And look, Nesta cares about dead kids. She even, begrudgingly, cares about Lucien. She does not give a single flying fuck about the High Lords.

But Lucien, in this world, is the first one to say it: Hybern. 

Amarantha is Hybern’s general, and Hybern wants all of Prythian. All of it. 

Nesta is absolutely going to walk into the fire to keep the humans- and by extent, her sisters- safe from faeries. 

Tamlin- because he does not love Nesta- doesn’t send her away. Doesn’t crush any savage hope Lucien harbored, doesn’t do shit. He gives up.

And so Spring is dragged beneath the Mountain.

Nesta has exactly two advantages on her side: she can see through glamour, so she’s not 100% disoriented and vulnerable (just..you know, terrified), and sheer force of will.

Amarantha likes will. She likes to break it, and there are so few real contenders left after her victory. 

Nesta doesn’t bargain- Nesta doesn’t beg for Tamlin’s life and love- she asks to win her own. 

Amarantha wants to crush her like a bug. Insignificant little human- but wouldn’t it be more fun to watch each little crack form?

So she gets the riddle. Tamlin’s power is thrown in like the boring chekovs gun that it is. Lucien (probably) gets beat up because Lucien always gets beat up under the Mountain. 

Nesta has two choices: she can answer the (stupidly cliched, easy) riddle right there, and try to walk out. (Nesta knows she’s not making it out alive). Or she can wait, and play the game. (She’ll be damned if she doesn’t take that insane bitch and maybe Tamlin down with her. Her only ally is Lucien and he’s being hauled off with a bleeding headwound soo..)

Nesta lets herself be dragged away. She doesn’t fight. 

Let us remember again, that the Archeron sisters are built like a triptych. A presumable almost mother maiden crone. They look alike, especially Nesta and Feyre. If Rhysie boy thinks Feyre is hot at first glance, guess what he also thinks about Nesta?

So, yes, of course he goes to offer a deal. And let’s be clear on something- when Feyre hated Rhysands guts, what did he like about her? That she was beautiful, absolutely didn’t give a fuck, and what’s that? Fought with him.

She lets him heal her, but then- Nesta won’t even talk to him. Nothing he does works. They come to agreement (which Rhysand finds fascinating, a human with loyalty, that human heart) that Nesta will listen to Rhysand’s offer if and when, he delivers to her a whole, safe, Lucien Vanserra.

Rhys frames this as emotional torture. Incentive. He doesn’t need to play evil as well- Nesta hates fucking faeries. And she knows he killed a bunch of children. 

So Lucien gets thrown in the cell. Minimally healed. About to embark on the misery train, self-deprecating laughter at the fact he’s healed, now, because of Nesta. 

Lucien: so nice of you to make sure we’re all pretty before we die, Archeron. Final night spent huddling for warmth together?

Nesta: Shut up. Shut up- tell me why the fuck Rhysand would be trying to make a deal with me.

They come to the conclusion that, while Rhysand is a monster, he also has no control of his own. He’s completely under Amarantha’s thumb, and apparently, wants out.

Nesta, because she always goes for the jugular, has another thought: Are you really going to go back to Spring after this? He gave up. He gave up and you were rotting in a cell.

Lucien, to whom Nesta is both gasoline and mean friend catnip, but who is also a Sad Boi: where else can I go?

So they make a plan. Rhysand thinks Nesta is the key to killing Amarantha? Cool, Amarantha needs to die. Tamlin is the only High Lord who has access to his power more readily? Tamlin needs to do the killing. 

What does Nesta want? There to be no Hybern coming to burn the land where her sisters live. To go back, to go home- but Nesta doesn’t think, even for a second, she’s really going to make it out alive. And if she does, as she thinks late at night, of Feyre’s laugh, or Elain’s quiet humor- how will it ever be safe? They live on the Wall.

Nesta is known to faeries now- Nesta is infamous, and there’s nothing to stop anyone, should her presence lead them back to her home.

Nesta privately decides Tamlin should die too.

So when the time comes, and Rhysand is like, I’ll protect you, you’ll be mine and you’ll be healed- Nesta says no. Nesta, because she really has never learned to back down- looks dead in the eye of the High Lord of Night, the monster who sleeps beside Amarantha and says: safe passage.

She’ll do what Rhys wants, for this: Lucien Vanserra’s safe passage to a safe place, and for Rhysand to promise not to get in her way when she answers the riddle.

Rhys still wants her to come to the Night Court- for whatever nebulous reasons he wanted Feyre to...which only make sense AFTER she’s changed by the High Lords...which Rhysie couldn’t have known, BUT ANYWAY- Nesta says yes. She doesn’t expect she’ll be alive to pay.

Lucien sulks back to Tamlin’s side, and spends a few weeks between challenges laying it on thick. A quiet whisper that grows, a perfect stroke to Tamlin’s volatile ego. How dare Amarantha, how dare Nesta- Tamlin is a Lord, Tamlin is Spring- Tamlin, who has suffered so much more than the other Lords, deserves his power back. 

Nesta is dragged out for the final challenge.

In one of the long, dangerous hallways, her guards look the other way for just a moment- for a visitor. The High Lady of Autumn knows her son is safe because of this girl. 

She hands Nesta a knife. A small gift- all she can. Steel, not ash, small enough it will go unnoticed.

Nesta is dragged before the throne, before the High Lords, Tamlin and Amarantha, Rhysand.

Nesta answers the riddle.

And when Amarantha refuses to abide the rules- Tamlin, carefully manipulated without coordinating by both Rhys and Lucien, goes apeshit.

This does not stop Amarantha from hurting Nesta. The opposite- she’s trapped in the fight between them. When Amarantha does give Tamlin over the power, it doesn’t stop- unloved by even a human, and now she’d take any chance he’d had to win her as he really was.

Nesta doesn’t stab Amarantha. Nesta lays there, bleeding to death, biding her time.

Tamlin murders Amarantha. Rhysand doesn’t beg, but he’s there, getting growled at by Lucien as he tried to staunch Nesta’s wounds.

Amarantha dies, and Tamlin, glowing with power, makes his way to Nesta. They think he’s going to heal her- to try, but Tamlin is Tamlin, so he pulls her into his arms.

Nesta, who knows she’s going to die- Nesta, who was taken from her home, her family, deprived of her life by the choices of this man- Nesta lets Tamlin embrace her, the arrogant, stupid bastard, and stabs him in the throat.

It is the golden, desperate words of Lucien Vanserra that convince the High Lords to heal her. It is Rhysand who tries first, who gives the most. After all- Tamlin had been too selfish to try, and they’d all suffered for it. Faery justice: swift and bloody.

Nesta had died victorious. Nesta died with a bloody autumn court dagger in one hand and the grip of her only real friend in the other- but death was chaos. Skies and stars and howling wind, love and blood and war.

A thousand miles away, Cassian awoke screaming, clawing at his own chest.

She climbed through blood and battle, dreams and hope, floated to an infinite sky: and found herself alive.

Breathing, whole, an immortal monster. On her way to the Court of Night with Lucien by her side. 

[inklingofinspiration]

hello may i have demon slayer match-up

my name is rex, i’m queer and use they/them pronouns and i’m 15. And i would prefer someone not over the age of 19 plz.

have like a caramel colored skin-tone (i feel like saying im black may be easier but 🤷🏽‍♀️) and im 5’3. Rn i have a purple-pink short mullet and i have pretty curly hair, im pretty chubby but i have an hourglass shape (but i have super noticeable hip dips) , i got pretty big fucking tittes (not even in a bragging way, im a fuckin k cup bro😭) and thicc thighs(thicc thighs save lives, sorry i’ll stop). I dress pretty alternative but i cant just choose one subculture tho, i wear a lot of heavy eye makeup. I could say i dress kinda “showy” but thats kinda what only fits me, but also who gives a fuck.

Honestly I don’t really have a type. Tbh most of my relationships have ended pretty badly cause they ether only wanted something sexual from me or I was “too clingy” when i just wanted basic ass affection. But the most I want is someone who is physically affectionate (like kisses, cuddles, and hugs for days) also im ok with pda to an extent like i will hug and like cuddle you but im not gonna make out with your infront of others thats weird af.

Im a libra sun, scropio moon, and gemini rising. This means that im a pretty social person and always wanna hang out with friends and just have fun, but moon in scropio makes my emotions rlly haywire and kinda boosts any sorta negative emotion, which is hard when you have chronic anxiety and major depressive disorder. Which also means i take medication for it, which i forget a lot. And because of these things i have anxiety tics, where it ranges to making noices and twitching a bit to full on hitting myself and saying random shit. But I really like making people laugh, it makes me feel helpful, but im also good at being to mother figure for people. I also like playfully bantering with people, like i love you but will full on roast you and get into fake fist-fights. I am a bit of a violent person at times but I have a punching bag and boxing gloves which help a lot. But I only get that angry when someone uses an insecurity of mine against me or is talking bad about someone i love, cause it you do that im beating your ass. I do have a bit of body insecurities mainly about my hip-dips and stomach. But because im curvy i get hit on by adults a lot and its creepy as fuck.

My hobbies include art (painting, drawing), sleeping (because i stay up mad late😭✌🏽), reading comics, Marvel and D.C superheroes, and super villains, cartoons, and anime/manga.

My favorite music genre’s are rock, alternative, emo, rap, and a little bit if indie music.

Personality: funny, sarcastic, creative, kind, inappropriate and the right times. Like im not gonna pull out a dick joke in front of your family

I don’t really have a type and im queer so i dont have a gender preference, but anyone who’s love language is physical affection cause im a clingy bitch

I have a couple ideal dates. So the first one is like an indoor picnic and a movie, an arcade date, and a stargazing date where you get take out or fast food and drive up a hill to see the stars and you like cuddle n shit.

A/N: I've been wanting to do a KNY matchup, so let's do this. But first, can I just say that you sound like such a stunning person?? (You cannot tell me that you're not, I know I'm right) Your hair must be fucking incredible, I absolutely love mullets, and don't even get me started on how nice and fun of a person you seem to be [/pos]. Your request was a blast to read through, so I was pretty hyped for this matchup and knew off the bat who you would pair well with.

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I'd ship you with. . .

Inosukue! Honestly, it would be so funny watching the two of you interact at first; when you guys first meet (if I'm reading you correctly), he would be challenging you to some random ass competition off the bat, it doesn't matter where the two of you are. After seeing you kick ass (you can't tell me you wouldn't) during a fight with a few high-level demons, he'd take it as an indirect challenge and there would be no getting out of it. He would probably want to actually fight you, but you'd probably have him on the ground in, like, a minute, so all that would do is make him even more fixated on beating you in something.

For the next few weeks, he will turn everything into a competition, whether it's who can eat their dinner the fastest, who does the best in training (assuming you're not a hashira), etc. You humour him for a bit, maybe even the first two weeks, but after a while, it just gets tiring and even Inosuke needs a break at some point. He'd probably end up stumbling across you painting//drawing after a long day of training at the Butterfly Estate, and would just kinda watch you for a minute. While it’s truly out of character for him to be stunned into silence, just watching you so at peace and makes him wonder how you’re able to switch between your social and robust self to. . . something like the quiet, tranquil ambiance you had about you then.

But once he snaps out of it, he'd march over to you and ask what you were doing, that kind of thing. When you explain that you're just drawing//painting, all your free will of drawing what you want to is over, you get no more of that. He is forcing you to draw him, no matter how much you protest, and after you're done, he's parading around and bragging to EVERYONE that you drew him. To be honest, he wouldn't stop talking about it for the next few days, and if he ever needs a boost in an argument with someone (Zenitsu), he's bringing it up.

"You can't just take my food!" Zenitsu cried, clearly agitated and distraught over the fact that Inosuke had taken over half his meal after he had polished everything else off. Tanjirou had gone off to give Nezuko some food, which had left you in charge of watching over the two to make sure they didn't wreck some ancient hashira heirloom that was left lying around, but not even five minutes after and they were already looking like they were about to start swinging at each other. Inosuke, who barely even looked up from the stolen food before continuing his fervent attempts to eat everything in sight, grunted a low chuckle, clearly only encouraged by the lightning-wielder.

"Why not? You left it sitting there, so I called it," He responded between vigorous bites, the entire scenario only making you watch in flickering bemusement, torn between whether you should intervene or let it continue on. Entertainment while you ate was never something you could complain about, and this was certainly better than any play you could go see; besides, nature had to work it's course somehow, right?

"Rex-chaaannn," Zenitsu whined, his voice instantly gaining a more sugary sweet tone, rather than the course, unchecked one he had used on the boar head just a few moments ago. "Tell Inosuke to give me back my food."

You bit your lip in an attempt to hold back laughter when the accused slayer shouted something from across the table, "Shut up, Monitsu!"

The clearly incorrect pronunciation of his name sent Zenitsu into a fit, shouting practically unintelligible things from how fast he was talking, looking as though he were about ready to jump across the table to try and fight him when you burst into laughter, unable to contain it any longer. Inosuke spared you a brief glance, but the somewhat proud smirk that took residence upon his features as he continued to eat wasn't something that you exactly missed but chose not to point it out.

"I don't think there's much for you to eat now anyways," You finally commented after recovering from your fit of laughter, heaving an amused sigh when Zenitsu let out a noise of dismay.

"You can't keep taking my food, you simpleton!"

"Yeah I can, they drew ME, not you, so that's just another reason that I'm better than you!"

It would just be a love hate relationship between you guys; while you have your playful fights (both verbal banter and physical), you'r always there to back the other up in combat and Inosuke appreciate the support in his own, odd little way. For whatever reason, though, he still feels like he has to prove that he's better than you and insists that he just lets you stick around to give you something to do. When really, it's probably just the other way around.

I get the feeling that you'd probably throw your arm around his shoulders after a successful fight and boast about how you two did more work than Tanjirou and Zenitsu (playfully, obviously). Whenever you do that, it fills him with so much pride and for a second it doesn't register in his head for the first time, like?? 'They're not challenging ME? The hell's this about?' before realizing what you're saying and it only makes him more egotistical. He'd put up a weak front and say something like "Lord Inosuke did most of the work, Krex!" (the incorrect name </3) but wouldn't say much against you aside from that.

When you guys start dating and he gets introduced to physical affection, he gets so confused by what the hell it all means, but secretly enjoys your hugs nevertheless. After the two of you confessed, he would definitely brag about it and hold it over everyone's heads, like he did with the drawing, and it's just beyond humorous at that point.

Inosuke would 100% finally get your name right, and whenever anyone complains that he gets yours and not theirs, his knee-jerk reaction is always to respond with; "Yeah, 'cause they're important". Would cause endless conflict among people, but it's worth it seeing him be so stupid, insulting and caring all at the same time.

He carries you around a lot, especially enjoys giving you piggyback rides or parading around the Butterfly Estate with you hefted up on his shoulders, announcing to everyone that the two of you are "coming through". He will probably show you off a lot, because he just finds you to be such a great person and wants everyone to know that you exist and will be sure that no one cuts you off when you speak!!

He teaches you his breathing technique, change my mind.

As far as your ideal dates go, you're probably the only person who would be able to get him to sit still long enough for that kind of thing, let alone ENJOY it, but he's willing to do whatever makes you happy. (Don't be discouraged by however begrudgingly he may act when following after you to go to them, he's hyped to get to spend time with you) While he has his different ideas of fun, you always manage to persuade him to do that kind of stuff with him, and he'll almost always agree.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed, this was super fun to write, and I definitely laughed quite a bit when writing it! I'm so sorry if this took a long time, I have six weeks exams, so I was busy studying, but I should be getting to these super soon. Thank you guys all for the requests, matchups are now closed, but will be reopened as soon as I clear out all the ones waiting to be done.

[wenwenbittercake]

✨Hanma x reader✨

(Hii sorry for not posting for a long time. Here's a Hanma x reader fan fiction. All of the characters are all from the time past where hina UK lost her legs. Yea that time past part. So all the characters are all grown up. I got the idea from the let me love u by Ariana Grande our queen. 👑👑👑

Warning-a little bit of spice, cheating, swearing enjoy💕💕✨✨

⚡thunder sounds 💥

The sound of ur heels can be heard through the sound of heavy rain. Black Mascara run downs your cheek not due to the rain but due to the fighting and crying you had with Kisaki.

You both had been dating for a few years now and things didn’t get better. He’s always busy with work and when you both finally have time together. He would fuck you and go back to work. It’s been a circle.

But what he did just this evening really pissed you off bad. You’re fine with him fucking with his assistant, coworkers, even whores he find in clubs, but calling you Hina while in a middle of a make out section really hurts you like a bitch. You had enough with him.

You finally made it in front a familiar building. You ring the bell on the door. “Click” the door knob turned and open to see and tall man with yellow highlights.

“*sigh*What happened now?”

The man asked. You look up with teary eyes to see Hanma looking at you with annoyance mixed with a dash of sadness. To be honest, it ach his heart to see his beloved Y/N crying due to that jerk. He doesn’t know how lucky to have a cute bitch like you.

When Hanma first saw you, you were bratty. He thought you’re the type of girl who only want money and gifts from Kisaki but noo. He was wrong. You’re the type of girl who’s bratty and teasing outside but inside, you’re a soft, carrying person. The more he knows about you, the more he fell for you.

The first time he seen you cry was when you found out Kisaki was cheating on you with his assistant. You were crying outside of his office door. He can fainting hear that bitch moaning. That day he took you outside to a carnival. He bought you a lot of snacks and play many carnival games with you but in the end, all of it turned to waste when you run into Kisaki arms when he come pick you up from the carnival. You look so happy running up to his arms. He doesn’t deserve someone like you.

Now you’re crying on his sofa, explaining what happened. He listens to you as you wipe your mascara stained tears away as you bash your shitty boyfriend.

As for him, he’s drying your hair from the rain. You had changed into his T-shirt that’s too big for you and his shorts that cover your knee.

“There, there stop crying over that jerk. You’re getting snort all over my shirt.” Hanma said as he ruffles your hair.

“You Jerk.”

“Hey I’m not the Jerk here. Your little boyfriend is.” He said as he sits beside you.

“EX- boyfriend.” You correct him.

Hanma just laugh but deep down he knows you still claim that jerk as your boyfriend after you feel better.

“Right right , now come eat dinner before it gets cold.” You nod as you follow him to the kitchen.

There you feast on the food on the plate hungrily. Hanma talks about his day as you eat. If a stranger walk in, they would think you both are lovers due to the warmness you both share. Hanma wish you both were but no. Your still Kisaki’s in the end of the day. He sighs at the thought of it.

“What’s wrong?” you asks with puffy eyes.

“Nothing just thinking about work.”

“Aww, you shouldn’t stress to much about it. Ik it’s tough but u should relax in your free times.”

“Thx princess, I’ll keep that in mind.” You look up in surprise by the nickname. He only gives you a wink in return.

“Cocky bastard.”

“And what was that?”

“Nothing. Oh can we watch a movie?”

“Yea sure, go turn on the TV. I’ll join you in a min.” He said as he washes the dishes.

“Ok!” You said excitingly and hopped to the living room.

“Cute” Hanma whisper under his breath.

Your favorite show is now casting live on television. It’s called friends. A classic. A few minutes later, Hanma sits beside you comfortably.

“This is new.”

“Wdym new? This is Friends. You don’t know Friends?”

“umm Nope.”

“haa you suck.”

Hanma just scoff at the insult. But not long you start to explain the plot and all the character. Your explaining about your favorite character but he can’t focus.

You put your legs on Hanma’s lap and he’s massaging your foot but he wonders what would it take for him to slowly move his hands up from your feet to your thighs. Would you scream? Push him away and run out of his door. Would you cry? The possibilities are countless, but this excites him even more.

With that he slowly starts to move his hand upward massaging your calf to groping your thigh. You seem to realize his advances. You stop talking and look at Hanma’s eyes when his hand moves to your thighs. His right hand moves slowly, groping the fat of your thigh. You look into his eyes with excitement and lust. He has the same look in his eyes too but more like a child trying to steal a treat from his mom.

Your heart starts to beat fast but not out of fear but lust. You want him to touch more. Not just thighs but everywhere. Every inch of you. The air starts to feel hot and your face feel like burning.

Fuck it

You pull Hanma’s collar and kiss him in a deep and rough kiss. Like the desperate one. Hanma kiss you back too. Both of you feeling desperate and wanting to feel more of each other. You shifted on his lap. Not breaking the kiss. Tongue exploring each other’s and roaming on each other’s. You start to tug his shirt he’s wearing. He took that as a sign and picks you up in a swoop. Like you’re a pillow. He carries you to his bedroom without breaking the kiss.

He drops you on his bed making you go oof. He didn’t take much time to undress as his hands quickly goes back to your body. Undressing you and groping you in the same time.

His wildest fantasies have finally come true. Fucking you, making you scream his name after every orgasm you have. Marking you with hickeys and having your nails scratch his back. Making you cry not out of sadness but out of overstimulation. Hanma make you feel like it’s your first time. Making you feel all his love and craving you. Making you feel so special.

Next morning, Hanma expect to wake up with an empty but much to his surprise. He sees his princess still sleep soundly beside him. So peaceful, so adorable. He was going to take a pic but he was interrupted by loud ringing. He got up and put on a jacket and walks to the door to see Kisaki on his door.

“What a surprise seeing you here.”

“Is Y/N here?’’

“Um yes, After what u did last night of cause she’s here.”

“Can you please call her. Tell her I’m here to take her back home.”

“I’m already home.” You shout at Kisaki.

Wearing Hanma’s shirt. The shirt is loose enough to show all the hickeys that he left last night. You hug Hanma’s side and he smiles back with satisfaction.

“Wdym you’re home? Stop playing with me Y/N. I got things to do.” He said as he pulls you hand towards him but you yank him off.

“I said NO!”

“Y/N!”

“GO BACK TO YOUR BITCH HINA IF YOU MISS HER THAT MUCH!’’ you raise your voice to him. Kisaki’s jaw dropped. His once obedient bitch is now yelling back at him.

“Oh right, I forgot, she chose a rat over your ass.”

“I-“

“Now piss off, I got Hanma beside me. I don’t need your shrimp of a dick.” You said as you turn and leave.

“Y/N wait..” Hanma stop Kisaki from entering making him more pissed.

“I think she’s done with you bro.” Kisaki face is now as red as a tomato.

“I’ll talk about this with you in my office.” He said as he left.

Hanma rolls his eye and close the door. He turns around to smell the smell of fresh toast. He walks into the kitchen to see his lovely Y/N making breakfast for him. How sweet. He hugs her from behind and kiss your neck.

“Want some Breakfast?”

“Yes please.”

(Thank you everyone for reading my fanfic. I hope u all enjoy it. I definitely enjoy roasting kisaki and I expect u to enjoy it too. Love u all and have a nice day 💕🤭🤭✨✨✨)

(Me simping for this magnificent boi💕💕❤✨)

[knullanon]

maybe yandad vandal savage with a naive innocent reader?

ooooooo anon havent thought about this one gotta say gotta say

you??? his daughter??? innocent??? hes gonna be thinking, "damn bro, how did i get this sweetheart of a daughter?" anytime he sees you trying to do something in a "un-safe" space, he will send your ass back home and make sure that the "un-safe" space is now safe. this is usually with school, or public places in general.

also, he has a list of "safe" spaces that you can go to, with his permission, which include: the light's meeting places, some houses around the world that he owns, wherever the fuck klarion lives, ra's al ghuls place (he may not be a part of the light anymore, but he sure as hell is still a good candidate for a babysitter), and literally anyone else he trusts

mf will make you stay in whatever place you choose (or that he choose) for months. its like moving a lot, you can stay there for 2 months or up to 10. the longest one you've ever stayed at was 2 days, and that was the "i wanted toast and klarion decided to make it for me" incident

anyway, no friends. ever. he hasn't had that many behavioral problems with his own children, but he knows how angsty they can get at an early age, so he doesn't want other kids influencing you.

this becomes a problem when you start making friends with other villains kids. cheshire will straight up show you a nightclub, while vandal is angrily calling up sportsmaster like "YOU SON OF A BITCH-"

also, he might a good villain, and a good father, but damn he sucks at predicting when other potential father figures try to take you away. fr once darkseid was just pretending to be there on a mission and he was obviously there to get you and ra's was just like "dude hes gonna steal your daughter" and while you were being taken out a window he said, "no he aint"

also, hes really busy sometimes so its kind of easy to escape him. of course, if hes going to be gone longer than 2 weeks he will just bring you with him and say fuck everyone else. once while killing a starro, you were just sitting on the other side of the room eating ice cream like, "bruh i wanna go home"

klarion once gave you a phone and was like "yo get like every social media app you can think of" and then you caused chaos. there was a fight in the cafeteria at ra's al ghul's place? you be your ass you aired it. two villains roasting each other for their tactics? snap it and put it on your story. anything that happens thats batshit crazy or its meme material you have it.

eventually he did find out and was like "why did you give her a phone" and klarion was just "idk man, shes recording darkseid and mongal fighting" and true to his word, they were beating the shit out of each other and you were recording

BONUS:

the "i wanted toast and klarion decided to make it for me" incident happened earlier on almost right after vandal had gotten you. basically, you had found some ingredients for french toast, and being a dumbass, you decided to try and make some to make yourself feel better. so klarion was in the building and saw you trying to make some and he was like "oh yeah, big brother time" and offered to help you. of course, he wanted to try and impress you and all, so he tried to make some fire to toast the bread instead of... putting it in a toaster. he did it, and he started a fire. a grease fire, because he thought that putting oil in a pan would help. so he forgot the one rule of grease fires (btw, if u do have a grease fire, never ever use water to put it out.) and used water. which made the fire bigger obviously. so there you were, sitting at a bar stool, trying to figure out what to do while klarion tried to put it out. so you also had the bright idea of putting water on it, because klarion knows what hes doing, hes not dumb, right? which then made the fire bigger. vandal, at this point, wondering what the noise was, saw you and klarion just trying to put out the fire by blowing on it, or by smacking it with a towel. he got the fire out by putting something over the flames and turning off the heat. of course, damage had been done and the kitchen was halfway burnt, and he banned you from the kitchen without supervision.

yeah, fun times.

[alolowrites]

Small Competition

Summary: Your boyfriend encounters a young boy who has a puppy crush on you. 

Author’s Note: Here’s a little drabble to celebrate my 200 followers milestone. This is just one part of it; the other part is sending requests for the Hero Camp Bingo event! Please click here for more information! Just a heads up, it is a BNHA x F!Reader drabble. 

Enjoy!

Bakugou

The trees slouch in odd yoga positions. One bird roasts midair. A kid’s sneaker melts onto the sizzling pavement, and she looks confused. Summer is not showing any mercy as it ravages Japan with its unbearable heat and humidity. 

If you can’t beat the heat, then you best believe you’ll avoid it. 

That is why you’re currently in a lovely ice cream shop instead of suffering outside in the pits of hell. Your table sits in a private corner, the glass window offering a perfect view of the bubbling streets. Someone cracks an egg onto the pan and scrambles it around. 

You shrug. You’ve seen weirder things. 

“Mmmh!” The creamy goodness blesses your taste buds. “Yup, this ice cream was exactly what I needed.”

Bakugou snorts, “That shit better be good after you dragged me over here, Xena.”

“Oh, shut up.” 

Someone screams your name. You turn around to see a familiar face and smile, “Naoyuki! Is that you?” 

A boy, no older than ten years old, dashes to your table. Bakugou takes a bite from his soft serve and eyes the kid. Nothing too suspicious until he hugs you and holds your hands far too long for Bakugou’s liking. He obnoxiously clears his throat. 

“Oh, Katsuki, this is Naoyuki!” Innocent eyes twinkle at Bakugou. “We’re neighbors, and sometimes I babysat for him before moving into the dorms. Naoyuki, this is my boyfriend, Katsuki. Don’t mind the mean look—he won’t bite.” 

The mean look never disappears. 

You pat the boy’s head. “Listen, I’m going to buy some water. Why don’t you wait here until I get back.” 

“Okay!” The moment you leave, Naoyuki’s head snaps at Bakugou. His doe-like eyes turn into cold steel. Without blinking, his lean body slips onto the empty seat. Two hands cooly slide on the metal table. He’s like a businessman getting ready to negotiate a strict contract. Unsurprisingly, the boy cuts to the chase. 

“Stay away from her; she’s mine.” 

Bakugou’s nostrils flare. “You got some nerve, brat.” 

“I saw her first!” 

“The fuck does that have to do with anything?” Bakugou slams a fist on the table, and the entire floor shakes. “I’m her boyfriend, so deal with it. Look for someone your age, dumbass!” 

An intense staring contest commences. You are oblivious to the thick tension clogging the air vents. Bakugou immediately senses you and yanks your arm. Falling on his lap, you feel his arm cage you against him. Not once did he break his gaze from Naoyuki, who is fuming. His entire face brightens up like a red hot chili pepper. 

Try me, fucker, Bakugou gloats with a smug expression.

Shinsou

Flowers bloom under the mighty sun.

The weather is perfect—not too hot, not too cold. Even Ms. Goldilocks would approve of this beautiful spring afternoon. You and Shinsou stroll through the park hand in hand until a large tree emerges from the distance. The green leaves dance above your heads as you two eat in peace. Half an hour later, you find yourself curled up against a sleepy Shinsou.

A cheery voice distracts you from your reading.

“Naoyuki, is that you?” Shinsou hears the grass rustle and peeks at the newcomer. He stays quiet when you give the boy a quick hug. “You’ve gotten taller! Sorry for not visiting too often; school is such a pain.”

“I haven’t hit my growth spurt yet,” he chirps. “Sadly, I don’t see you a lot, but you go to U.A., which is so cool! Also, who’s your friend?”

Shinsou is wide awake now. The kid gives him a weird vibe.  

“Oh, this is Hitoshi, my boyfriend.” Naoyuki’s cheerful face twitches; Shinsou notices before the boy regains his composure. “We both go to U.A.”

“I remember him from the Sports Festival.”

An ice cream cart pulls into the park. Feeling in the mood for a sweet treat, you ask if anyone wanted a popsicle stick. Naoyuki requests a cherry flavor while Shinosu shakes his head. Once out of earshot, the boy’s hostility breaks through his friendly façade.

“Break up with her.”

Shinsou blinks. “What?”

“You heard me.” Naoyuki puffs out his chest in a bravado fashion. Shinsou chuckles and leans back against the tree trunk. “I’m serious! I saw her first, and you stole her from me!”

“Listen, kid,” Shinsou yawns. “It’s adorable that you have a puppy crush, but we’re not breaking up any time soon.”

“I’m not leaving until you do!”

“Don’t you have somewhere else to be?”

“No, I don’t—” A daze expression falls across Naoyuki’s face. His eyes are gray, and his mouth hangs wide open. A little drool rolls down his chin. Shinsou nonchalantly scratches the back of his neck.

“I want you to go home.”

Naoyuki is an obedient soldier; he numbly turns around and staggers away. Shinsou sighs as he watches the annoying flea disappear behind the green hills. You bounce back with two popsicles in hand. Your eyes search for Naoyuki and pout, “Where did he go?”

“His friends stopped by.” Shinsou rubs his eye. “They asked if he wanted to play. Kid said ‘yeah’ and left.”

“Aww…he forget his popsicle.” You lower yourself on the blanket. “Do you want it?”

Shinsou shrugs. “Might as well.”

He reaches over to grab the treat. You snuggle beside him and happily enjoy the sweet popsicle. Shinsou drapes his arm over your shoulders as he replays the conversation in his head…

…and a tiny smirk curls on his lips.

Kaminari

Loud music blares through the speakers scattered around the room. You adjust the laser tag vest and make sure everything is working correctly. For weeks Kaminari suggested doing something fun with the rest of the gang. His idea of fun is holding a friendly game of laser tag.

“Self-care, guys!” He chimes and ultimately wins everyone over. Yes, even Bakugou, after Sero gaslights him by saying he’ll be the first one out. In typical fashion, Bakugou yells he’ll go and beat all their asses. Outside the game room, Bakugou glares at the tape dispenser.

“I’m taking you down.”

“We’re on the same team, bro!”

You snicker at the interaction. Kaminari stands beside you and opens his mouth to say something when a little boy’s voice interrupts him. His smile brightens when you wave.

“Hey, Naoyuki! What are you doing here?”

“My friend’s older cousin invited me for some laser tag,” he pipes and shows off his gear. “We’re waiting for Game Room 2 to be ready.”

“No way!” A thumb jerks over your shoulder. “My friends and I are playing in Game Room 2 also. Guess you’re on the other team.”

Kaminari slings his arm around you. “Let’s hope you guys know how to duck and cover. We got a ticking time bomb on our team.”  

You slap his chest. “Ignore him, Naoyuki. He’s kidding.”

Kaminari sends a lopsided grin, and the boy politely laughs. However, his fake smile falters when the arm does not let go of you. The closeness bothers him. “Who’s your friend?”

“Oh, this is Denki, my boyfriend,” you clarify; Kaminari beams like a happy puppy—he’ll never get tired of you saying that. Suddenly you remember something. “Damn, I forgot my blaster doesn’t work. Let me go change it real quick before the match starts!”

As you sprint away, Naoyuki marches forward, which takes Kaminari by surprise. He arches an eyebrow at the pudgy finger angrily shaking below him. Usually, Kaminari is excellent with kids; they love him! Except for Naoyuki, whose menacing face almost puts Bakugou’s to shame.

“Uhhh, you okay there, buddy?”

“She belongs with me.”

The words take a moment to sink in Kaminari’s head. Soon, the teenager laughs as if Naoyuki told a hilarious joke. He wipes his imaginary tears away and slowly realizes that the boy is serious. Kaminari awkwardly coughs into the tense air.

“Ummm…you do know she’s too old for you, kiddo.”

“Like that will stop me,” Naoyuki snorts. A sweat-drop rolls down Kaminari’s forehead. Seconds later, another finger points at the stunned teen. “Let’s make a deal: if you win, she’s all yours. But if I win, then you two break up.”

“Fine,” Kaminari agrees and places his hand on Naoyuki’s shoulder. The boy jumps when he feels a tiny zap—an alarm rings. Naoyuki frantically pats his vest and panics as his sensors malfunction.

“What did you do?!”

“Sorry, bro. All is fair in love and war!”

And man, Kaminari is here to win this war.

Thank you for reading! My first story for the Hero Camp Bingo event will be uploaded this weekend!! Stay tune for that! 

[friendlyneighborhoodcapricorn]

May i have a romantic mcu and harry potter match up please :)

Hi my name is rex, i’m queer and use they/them pronouns and i’m 15. And i would prefer someone not over the age of 18 plz.

have like a caramel colored skin-tone and im 5’3 (short king). Rn i have a purple-pink short mullet and i have pretty curly hair(the ethnic popped off hehe), im pretty chubby but i have an hourglass shape, im pretty busty(im a fuckin k cup bro😭) and thicc thighs(thicc thighs save lives, sorry i’ll stop). I dress pretty alternative but i cant just choose one subculture tho, i wear a lot of heavy eye makeup. I could say i dress kinda “showy” but thats kinda what only fits me, but also who gives a fuck.

Im a libra sun, scropio moon, and gemini rising. This means that im a pretty social person and always wanna hang out with friends and just have fun, but moon in scropio makes my emotions rlly haywire and kinda boosts any sorta negative emotion, which is hard when you have chronic anxiety and major depressive disorder. Which also means i take medication for it, which i forget a lot. And because of these things i have anxiety tics, where it ranges to making noices and twitching a bit to full on hitting myself and saying random shit. But I really like making people laugh, it makes me feel helpful, but im also good at being to mother figure for people. I also like playfully bantering with people, like i love you but will full on roast you and get into fake fist-fights. I am a bit of a violent person at times but I have a punching bag and boxing gloves which help a lot. But I only get that angry when someone uses an insecurity of mine against me or is talking bad about someone i love, cause it you do that im beating your ass. I do have a bit of body insecurities mainly about my hip-dips and stomach. But because im curvy i get hit on by adults a lot and its creepy as fuck.

My hobbies include art (painting, drawing), sleeping (because i stay up mad late😭✌🏽), reading comics, Marvel and D.C superheroes, and super villains, cartoons, and anime/manga.

My favorite music genre’s are rock, alternative, emo, rap, and a little bit if indie music.

Personality: funny, sarcastic, creative, kind, inappropriate and the right times. Like im not gonna pull out a dick joke in front of your family

Better pic on what i look like:

Two matchups coming right up :)

For hp, I match you with...

Harry Potter

It's no secret that Harry has suffered a lot in his life, so having an S/O who can make him laugh would be amazing for him.

I feel like Harry probably has a similar taste in music as you, so the both of you would just be introducing each other to artists and/or songs you like.

The two of you having entire conversations that are at least ninety percent banter.

You and him are a force to be reckoned with when someone manages to get both of you angry.

Playing Quidditch with just the two of you as a date. It starts off rather competetively, but eventually you're both just flying around talking, only occasionally throwing the ball anymore.

Comics are probably something Harry enjoyed while he was living with the Dursleys, so you two spend hours talking about your favourites.

Tries to paint with you exactly once. He somehow gets paint on the ceiling, and it's only be sheer luck that McGonagall neverfound out.

And now for the mcu. I couldn't think of that many characters under 18, so I'm sorry if this is a little predictable. Anyway, I match you with...

MJ

MJ is all about playful banter with her loved ones. Bantering with her is like one of those pro tennis matches: it goes back and forth so quickly that it's easy to lose track.

We see in Homecoming that she's pretty good at drawing, so drawing dates are a thing. You know, just sitting together and drawing, only talking occasionally.

If you were to try and introduce MJ to comics, she'd pretend she didn't really care about them at all. But then, secretly, she gets super into it.

MJ would love your height. She thinks it's adorable and will occasionally tease you about it, like when you can't reach something on the highest shelf.

You can count on her to help you remember to take your medication.

MJ isn't the most social person, so she prefers to hang out with just you. However, occasionally, you might be able to convince her to go some place that has other people.

Teaming up in arguments with Peter and Ned. Poor guys don't know what hits them lol.

I hope you enjoyed these! Thank you so much for requesting, and have a lovey day/night :)

[bausbitch]

hello yes so i was thinking spencer x ballerina!reader 👉👈

Paris In The Rain

Reid x ballerina! She/her! Reader

I say she/her bc yn gets the honor to play Clara in the Nutcracker in a Christmas event in Paris!!! Idk I'm feeling Christmasy

In which the team had NO idea how good you were at standing on your tippy toes

You and your bfs schedules we're like,,,, close to the same

Bc you had to practice!!!

And sometimes travel for shows

I was also a ballerina don't question me

So you both came home around the same time

Sometimes you came home later than him

A girl gotta practice a lot amirght

So you sometimes,,,,,

Ok most times

Came home really late

Don't quote me on that I had to go to school and practice all the time so it was hectic but issok bc I dropped out 😎🤘

And so Spence barely got to like

See you

Everyday

But recently

It was worse now

Bc you got the lead!!!!

In the Nutcracker!!!!!!

And so

You had to fly to Paris

BUT

Since it was around Christmas

And for some reason

Crime was low LOW low

The bau got a vacation

And Spencer was like

"Yo you guys wanna watch the Nutcracker ballet?"

They were like

"Uh, ,, ,,, why tho"

And he's like

"Idk it's in Paris"

And they had their bags packed in SECONDS

Ok not seconds but you know what I mean

Everyone was really excited

Bc,,,, Paris!!!

But ok anyways

Don't ask why Reid didn't tell anyone you were performing

It was bc he was shy and he knew he'd get roasted!!!

Bc you're 🥵

And he's 😳

He's perfect though

But the team will roast

Haters gonna hate

Head up king 😔✊

BUT OKOKOKOKOKOK

THEY ARRIVED IN PARIS

You'd gotten there a lil bit earlier bc you had to practice

It was the day before the performance

And everyone was exploring and stuff

But they were also like

🧐

Spencer,,,, why aren't you at the same hotel as us?

And he's like,,,,,,,,

"Haha I'm totally not at my gfs luxury hotel that they got her bc she's the lead in the thing we're watching tomorrow night WHAT are you talking about"

No one questioned anything

Bc,,,,, no kids,,,,, no spouses,,,,,, just,,,,, paris

Lmao sorry will you're gonna need to take care of the kids 🥰

Lots of love❤

OK ANYWAYS

BACK TO YOU

you were practicing and stuff

All h*cking day

So when you got to your room

To see Spencer taking a nap on the bed

You were like :((!!!

My baby!!!!!

And you put your stuff down

Took a shower

Ate

And laid down in his arms

He,,,, ofc,,,,, woke up

And he was

ELATED

To see you

"Hi baby!!!! I missed you!!"

And you're like

"I missed you too!!!! Omfg ily"

Idk I have commitment issues I've never been in a serious relationship

So you went to sleep cuddling

And talking

All the cute shit

And the next morning

You were up at like,,,,,, 6 am???

And so was he

Bc he wanted to have breakfast with you 🥺🥺

So you guys went to get breakfast on your way to the place you were performing at

And you did

But it started to rain!!!

Alexa play Paris in the rain by lauv

But you guys decided to pull out the umbrella

And walk around

While the sun rose

🥺

I want that

BUT ANYWAYS

When it was time for you to go

You said goodbye

❤

And he said it back

And so off he was

"Good morning!"

Omfg the team was finna beat his ass

Like bro chill the sun JUST rose

Calm tf down

On god

But they went and explored

Got lost a few times

Ok MANY times but same difference

And at the end of the day

They all got dressed up

Looking hella fancy

Fancy by twice soty 2019

And went to watch the show

YOU DID SO WELL

Perfect

Show stopping

Amazing

Never been done before

And then 🤩

It was over

And they all wanted to congratulate you and stuff

And they told spence

They were like

"Hey let's congratulate her"

And he was like

"Wait what why we already threw roses wym"

Bc he thought they NEW LMFAO POOR BABY

"Bc she just finished performing and she did amazing AND we have manners"

And he's like

"Oh right LMFAO"

So they went to congratulate you and the rest of the people

And ok so, Spencer had forgotten to tell you one tiny little witty itty bitty detail

That being

He didn't tell anyone that you were together

So when you JUMPED into his arms and kissed his face all over,,,,,

Safe to say they were like

👁👄👁

What the h*ck

And your were like

OMFG YOU BITCH I KNEW I WAS JUST THE SIDE PIECE YOU LOVE THEM MORE

And they were like

Oh we know 😎🤘

We're the homies

BUT ANYWAYS LMFAO

He explained to the team

Which took you in

Also took you to dinner somewhere fancy

It was quite cute ngl

After that

They all went home for the holidays

You had to stay back bc you had a few more shows

And Spence stayed with you bc he loves you

OMFG NYE KISS WITH HIM :(((((!!

Ugh ok

I'm done

NOT @ HOW THIS TOOK ME THIS LONG JRJRJEJEHDHDHHE I'M SO SORRY

[redrabbitspod]

I’m taking a philosophy course because I hate myself and I think Neil and Socrates would be friends, mostly because Socrates is a savage and is roasting the ever loving shit out of his students. They’re just having a calm discussion and then BAM, “Huh?? Are you stupid?? A stupid dumb baby who can’t grasp the concept of justice?? Huh????” Lmao I think Socrates is my new favorite person

This is Andrew and I’m going to tell you why. Yes. That’s right.

STORY TIME

Okay, so when all this fuck shit with COVID started, we fled the studio like roaches when you turn the light on. Wymack was like get the fuck out of here before I socially distance kick your ass so we did because he used his Dadmack voice. 

So we started having some zoom meetings, mostly for the benefit of the interns because they were still technically in school and needed the internship credit or whatever so we’d have these zoom meetings and talk about productions issues etc etc. 

We had (had being the operative word here) this one intern who was just. The fucking worst. I almost punched their face on more than one occasion, and one of them Seth literally picked me up and hauled me into the booth and the other one Andrew swooped in like a socially conscious Dark Knight and handed him his ass on a platter and looked bored as fuck while he did it. 

ANYWAY. This is another time Andrew handed him his ass. It was right before the semester ended, and we were talking about George Floyd and the effect on media and how we should acknowledge it as a team. Emotions were already high here, because like. It’s fucking horrific. But this one intern. Oh man.

So they start to talk about how everything is blown completely out of proportion and how white people are actually killed more each year than black people and I don’t even know what because I was both enraged and watching Andrew get quieter and quieter. He gets the kind of quiet that isn’t just about noise if that makes sense? Like he gets the kind of quiet where he goes completely still and you better fuckin RUN BRO.

They did not notice. And the Black members of the team just looked absolutely dumbfounded and right as I’m about to open my mouth to tell this person that I was going to beat the shit out of them next time I saw them, COVID or not... Andrew spoke.

He started with, “I’m just going to stop you there” and Seth was like omfg because he knew it was about to be real good. Then Andrew goes on to tell this person that they are a complete idiot, because yes white people are killed more than Black people, but Black people only make up 13% of the entire population and if this person wasn’t such a deadshit waste of oxygen he’d know that and how did they even get this far in school anyway and just because you can’t see your privilege you flaming sack of nothing doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist take your racist trump supporting whiteclaw pickled brain and gtfo.

It...it was glorious. No one said anything. It was quiet for a full minute before the person ended their video and then everyone started screaming and Wymack said to shut the fuck up and Minyard I have some extra ice cream I’ll drop off later I don’t need to eat that shit.

Socrates and Andrew would be best friends. 

THE END. -N

[themadchemist]

I'm curious about your headcanons on the Ascians and the Scions! Of any kind! 😄

Almost all of those are silly and some of them are probably ooc (if you were expecting anything serious, then you've asked the wrong person XD)

Anyway, I had lot fun thinking of those 💙💙💙💙💙

Ascians

Lahabrea:

He's a professor and surprisingly all of his students really enjoy his class since he's so passionate about his subject and goes out of his way to ensure that everyone understands what he's teaching, even though it's extremely hard to actually pass his class.

Sometimes, some other members of the Convocation attend his classes (because they can piss him off and he won't do anything about it during the actual class). The only one who's actually welcomed is Elidibus who pays the utmost attention. On the other hand, Nabriales isn't welcomed at all after a certain stunt he pulled with his time manipulation abilities. (at least it helped him dodge a fire ball aimed at his face).

He's really good at drawing but he doesn't really draw anything "artistic", he only uses this talent to design his creations' appearances. He also has a very nice singing voice but no one's ever heard him sing (except for Anais).

He doesn't have a problem with waking up early or not getting enough sleep because of work but he'd get grumpier than usual if someone wakes him up early on his rare days off.

Emet Selch:

He sometimes locks himself up in his office, claiming that he has so much work and that he's not to be interrupted. He actually either sleeps or reads some play during that time.

He's pretty good at dancing but good luck getting his lazy ass to actually dance.

Sometimes he has insomnia so he attends one of Lahabrea's classes to cure it because he falls asleep instantly when the speaker starts talking. Laha used to yell at him because of it at first but suddenly stopped at some point. (Hythlodaeus told him why). Another place that helps him sleep is Mitron's aquarium.

He used to tell Varis stories about a traveler, their friends and their battles against a grumpy fire obsessed old man.

Elidibus:

He has a very bad case of sweet tooth but he tries so hard to hide it. (he failed and that's how Azem convinced him to help them with that volcano issue.)

He has chess matches with Lahabrea twice a month. He wins 75% of them.

Despite trying to put up a professional front, he's prone to joining Azem and Hyth in their less than serious shenanigans. He either get caught or feels so bad about it that he admits his involvement and apologizes.

Even after spending a long time in Amaurot, he's never memorized the directions to certain places. (it's hard to do so from his low point of view.)

Bonus #1 Hythlodaeus:

While he's normally very relaxed and lenient, he's actually really strict when he decides to work seriously (it happens once every month or two when he needs to catch up on all the work that he's piled up).

Bonus #2 Halmarut:

He's one of the few people who are capable of reigning Lahabrea in and serves as his anger control 95% of the time. He's really tired and he needs a break.

Scions:

Alphinaud and Alisaie:

When they were younger, Alisaie was taller than Alphi but he somehow caught up to her over the years. She hates it and Alphi still has nightmares about Ali out growing him again.

Alphi once asked Alisaie to help him with physical training and she asked him to teach her how to draw. They're still trying to forget these events.

Alisaie is actually good at the "Alphinaud things" she just finds them extremely boring.

Alisaie definitely got into trouble in school for beating up whoever tried to bully Alphinaud and Alphi got into trouble for completely roasting who ever bothered Alisaie.

(Idk how Alphi's carbuncle works but) Alisaie was crushed when the carbuncle chose Alphi instead of her.

Thancred:

Idk why I even have this idea, but I like to think that Thancred grew up on a ship before having to live in Limsa for some reason.

His first friend in Sharlyan? (I don't remember) was Urianger, who was tasked with helping him catch up on the basics. He didn't really understand most of what Urianger said (he still doesn't understand certain things even now) but he didn't ask for someone else because he found Urianger adorable and his manner of speech "absolutely fucking hilarious".

He had a huge crush on Y'shtola when he first met her but it faded after he saw what he calls "Y'shtola's evil twin" when he had to accompany her for shoe shopping once.

He started reading plays and poetry to try to understand Urianger's vocabulary and picked up some lines that he used to impress the ladies. It was so bad at first that even Papalymo noticed it and started making fun of him for it.

Urianger

He's really good with kids and he was absolutely thrilled when he first met Ryne, even more so when she showed an interest in reading and magic.

Thancred would sometimes leave her in Urianger's care for a couple of days.

He taught her all she knows about magic. And cooking and baking some things. They made Thancred a birthday cake once.

Sometimes he pretends that he's reading magic tomes when in reality, he's reading some fantasy novel. The only ones who noticed it were Moenbryda and Thancred.

He definitely taught Ryne about astronomy. He tried to teach Thancred too but he kept falling asleep or disappearing whenever Urianger turned him back.

Bonus #1 Y'shtola:

Idk why but I can imagine her doing embroidery.

Bonus #2 Papalymo and Lyse:

Papalymo is everyone's big bro and he's tired of their shit.

He tried to teach Lyse some magic spells but he quit after the first session. All that Lyse learned that day was that being hit with Papalymo's staff hurt and bruised more than punches.

This is all I can think of for now, sorry for not having many ideas about certain characters.

Hope this wasn't too ooc 😁

[kabura-maru]

Headcanons Nobody Asked for... (1/3)

I asked two of my friends who have never seen or read Kimetsu no Yaiba to give me headcanons for different characters! They know a few details or names from me talking about it but they still don’t know a lot.

I sent them the character’s official anime design/silhouette/whatever it’s called plus a second pic (usually a screenshot). I added the screenshots I sent them, ‘cause why not?

They’ve dubbed themselves Fish and Ferret for the purpose of this post. This whole experience was chaotic...

Hashira this time:

—

Mitsuri

- “Watermelon wife!”

- “She makes cookie dough just to eat it... doesn’t make the cookies”

- “Doesn’t shave her legs and will cut anyone who gives her crap for it”

- “She can’t be trusted to go into target alone otherwise she will buy the entire snack aisle”

- “Also one time she tried to bring a sword to the airport and got mad when security tried to take it away”

- “She snores”

Giyuu

- “Played the bagpipes ONE TIME and now everyone gives him shit for it”

- “He has two little sisters and he paints their nails for them”

- “He holds the snacks when everyone goes on adventures”

- “He’s hiding friendship bracelets on his ankles under those socks”

- “His pants WILL fall down without that belt and he makes sure everyone around him knows it”

- “Wears pants two sizes too large so he has room to do cartwheels and hide snacks in them”

- “Lets everyone play with his hair when they get stressed and it’s surprisingly soft “

- “Definitely puts product in his hair but denies it”

Sanemi

- “Takes off his shirt whenever he can just to prove that he does in fact have abs”

- “Eats hot Cheetos and thinks they’re spicy... Will fuck you up if you try to take one without asking”

- “The softest dude bro you’ll ever meet but he can still kick your ass”

- “Will destroy you in mini golf with no mercy”

- “I feel like he wears mascara to fancy events”

- “He had an mcr phase in middle school and never recovered”

- “Secretly plays the banjo but only when extremely drunk”

- “He holds his pencils dead wrong and is too stubborn to admit it”

- “Got lost in an ikea once and destroyed several hundred dollars worth of furniture trying to find his friends”

Shinobu

- “Unironically uses “uwu” while texting”

- “Pretends to be civil to her exes but still has massive grudges against them for tiny dumb things”

- “Will spend hours in the butterfly room at the museum trying to make friends with all the butterflies”

- “Will pull the “oh, you haven’t heard?” thing if she does anything dumb”

- “Has broken the toes of boys who were harassing her friends”

- “Squished a bug by accident once and started sobbing and quoting hamlet”

- “An absolute slut for themed gift baskets”

- “Has to smell all the scented candles but never buys any”

Uzui

- “Absolute crackhead”

- “Stole a shopping cart once and still has it in his basement somewhere”

- “Bedazzles his jeans”

- “Once jumped out of a tree with a makeshift parachute and was surprised when it didn’t work”

- “Scared of spiders”

- “Has a youtube channel where the only videos are him doing dumb shit”

Gyomei

- “ “Guys come on, it’s not jewelry!” “

- “A big softie but refuses to admit it”

- “His friends quote vines a lot and he doesn’t get it”

- “Frequently gets lost from the group while stopping to tie his shoe”

- “Very passionate about saving the bees”

Muichirou

- “Soft!!”

- “Regularly calls people out for being idiots but is just trying to keep everyone safe”

- “He looks for smooth rocks and takes them home just because”

- “Was the kid who sat in the outfield and made daisy chains for his friends during baseball practice”

- “He spends 10 minutes lint-rolling cat hair off his clothes before he leaves the house”

- “Owns 20 pairs of the same socks because they were on sale”

Iguro

- “He orders food for his Snek at restaurants and makes sure there’s no egg in it because his Snek is allergic”

- “Snuggles with Snek during the winter to make sure Snek stays warm”

- “Has ink all over his hands from artwork”

- “Crochets tiny Snek hats! Gives them as gifts and no one knows what to do with them”

- “Snek draws too and he hangs the pictures up in his house”

- “Gives other people haircuts and they’re surprisingly good”

Kyojuro

- “Fights crocodiles and refuses to see why it isn’t a good idea”

- “Can and will fight anything that moves”

- “Will drink until he passes out if he’s trying to beat someone else”

- “Challenges people to push-up contests for fun. Everyone hates it”

- “Always the one who comes up with bad ideas that somehow end up working”

- “Bleached his hair by himself once and refuses to acknowledge the fact that it was ever a different color”

- “Shaved the ends of his eyebrows off on a whim and keeps them like that only because everyone hates them”

I then asked them about some canon things and who they thought applied to who as well as asking about their friendships

“Who would you ship?”

- “I ship hot cheeto boy and shopping cart man” / “I feel like they have the most potential chaotic energy together” (Sanemi and Uzui)

- “Butterfly girl and bagpipe boy are possibly together and it’s the softest thing ever” (Shinobu and Giyuu)

“Who do you think has multiple spouses?”

- “Doesn’t get vines guy has a fuck ton of wives but they’re all buds so it’s fine” (Gyomei)

“One is trained by the other, who is that?”

- “Mui is being trained by butterfly girl” (Shinobu)

“More of a fandom thing but which one gets bullied by the others?”

- “I think flame haired bleach boy gets absolutely roasted by everyone but they keep him around because he knows how to have a good time” (Kyo)

“Who are friends?”

“Snek and Mui are buds!”

[oikawasbread]

Idiotic horror story |Bokuroo crack

[a/n] : i love their stupid asses sm!! 

_________________________________

‘‘No, bro. Listen. If your leg got cut off, how you gonna feel the pain-’‘

‘‘IF YOUR LEG IS GONE!!! I GET IT BRO!!’‘

‘‘Yeah, Kuroo. See? It actually makes sen-‘‘

‘‘Wait, Bo. Did you hear that??‘‘

_

The two idiots were cleaning the gym and talking about random stuff, when the door slammed and ,at the same time, a scary ass thunder made everything quake.Their smol brains immediatly thought about a similar horror movie scene they saw the night before, and the fact that the mysterious man had a hatchet in his hand didn’t help at all.

‘‘Quick bro, throw some volleyballs at him!!!‘‘ Kuroo orders Bokuto and as soon as Bokuto starts doing his job, Kuroo grabs a broom and starts hitting the outsider in his stomach. 

As soon as the motionless body makes contact with the ground, Bokuto grabs Kuroo’s ass hand and drags him outside of the gym.

They start to run but Bokuto steps into a puddle and slips, taking Kuroo to the muddy ground with him. 

‘‘FOR REAL BRO????? CAN’T YOU SEE THAT WE COULD LOSE OUR LIVES TONIGHT??? CAN’T YOU RUN WITHOUT FALLING ON YOUR ASS?‘‘

Kuroo stops yelling as soon as he sees that Bokuto’s eyes are blank and he’s just staring into the void with no emotion showing on his face.

Great!! Kuroo achieved Bokuto’s emo mode.

(slap)

‘‘Kuroo!! What was that for? I thought you were bae? So you’re just..fam..‘‘

‘‘Holy shit Bo, just keep mov-’’

Too late. The man with the hatchet was standing right next to them, looking down on the two scaredy cats. He was soaking wet because it was still raining and he had the most annoyed and angry face they’ve ever seen. But Kuroo knows what to do. He’s clearly an expert when it comes to action or horror movies, so he literally slips between the man’s legs and Bokuto follows his lead.

Bokuto grabs a stone and throws it at the attacker’s head, watching him plop into the muddy puddle. They are literally so happy, so Bokuto throws the loudest ‘’hey hey hey’’ of his life.

That’s the sound that helped Akaashi find them. The poor man was running towards them and tried to catch his breath. 

‘‘AGAAHJSI!!!!!! YOU WON’T BEL-’‘

‘‘That’s very cool Bokuto-san, but please help me find Mr. Boris, the janitor! He was supposed to bring us a hatchet for the campfire and no one can find him.‘‘

....

Kuroo : He.. didn’t happen to have a hatchet in his hand, right?

Akaashi : Are you deaf, Kuroo-san? I literally said he had to bring us a hatch-

Wait a minute. 

Bokuto immediatly puts his whole hand on Akaashi’s face, covering his eyes. But a second later, Akaashi smacks his ass hand and runs to the motionless body of Mr. Boris. He checks if he’s fine and walks him to the camp-fire to get him a hot chocolate milk.

-

Bokuto and Kuroo were just eating some roasted marshmallows when Akaashi runs to them with the most annoyed expression they’ve ever seen.

Bokuto and Kuroo simultaneous scratch their necks and pretend to talk about something very important.

‘‘Bokuto-san.’‘

*gulp*

‘‘Kuroo-san.’’

*gulp*

‘‘Come on inside. We have rice balls and ramen.’’

They both sigh of relief and smile at each other behind Akaashi’s back because they managed to get away with beating up Mr. Boris.

‘‘And while we’re eating, you can tell me why you two assaulted Mr Boris.’‘

They both now are in emo mode, and run a few steps to catch up with Akaashi.

‘‘AGAAAHJIH!!! I told you that you won’t believe this story!!! So-’‘

The old man was watching them from the balcony, drinking his hot chocolate milk, letting out a subtle giggle and planning out the disturbing of his new victims.

Haha I’m joking. Or maybe not.

[bakusoftie]

MARIO KART IS AVAILABLE ON THE APPSTORE NOW YAAAY So in honor of that how bout an hc bout all the class 1a kids playing Mario Kart together on the console?

I KNOW RIGHT IVE BEEN PLAYING IT ALL DAY INSTEA D OF DOING CLASS WORK AND I AM OBSESSED

Class 1-A

Uraraka will not play with any other character other than Princess Peach (fuck everyone else)

Bakugou gets AGGRESSIVE and he has exploded 12 controllers and Momo is about to beat his ass if she has to make another one

The biggest sore losers are: Denki, Sero, Mina- actually it’s just everyone from the Bakusquad. Bakugou is the king of being a sore loser like if he gets anything but 1st place, he is breaking the console and going to Nintendo’s headquarters to call the creator of the game ‘a lousy fucking moron’

Deku is surprisingly good at this game like he may not seem like it but he’s the best gamer boy of 1-A. He had a lonely childhood that he remedied with playing Mortal Kombat and pretending he was ripping Kacchan’s spine out.

Mineta isn’t allowed to play. Fuck him.

Mina and Hagakure argued over which princess is better- Daisy or Peach (trick question: best girl is Rosalina)

Kaminari says that he would let Bowser rim him and nobody ever lets him forget it.

Sero and Kirishima are in the background while other people play and will be everyone’s personal hype man or they’ll be like “OHHHHH!!!!” when Tokoyami destroys everyone and comes in first place.

It’s Todoroki first time playing Mario Kart so he keeps getting stuck on the side and he looks like a kicked puppy when he comes in last place so he decides he would prefer to watch UNTIL DEKU TEACHES HIM THE GAMER CULTURE. Then he is unstoppable.

Tokoyami would rather play Shadow The Hedgehog tbh

Shoji accidentally swallows a controller when he grabs it with the wrong dupli-arm.

Aizawa watches from a distance, drinking his badass black coffee as Iida cries after getting his ass kicked off of rainbow road by Oijiro

Road Rock Mountain is Kirishima’s favorite setting smh 🤦🏻‍♀️

Tsuyu loves Baby Mario so much like she full body uwus every time she sees him.

When everyone has cried, bled and had 3 mental breakdowns,,,,Jirou is just like “I told y’all we should’ve played Guitar Hero 😒”

Shinsou will come and use his quirk to take Deku’s place of #1 Gamer Boy. Everyone says it’s ‘cheating’ but they rather have him than that other purple-haired fucker.

Kaminari and Sero have Mario and Luigi onesies that they always wear to Mario Kart Night and you can try and roast them but the power of their bro-ness is too overpowering.

Bakugou loves playing as Donkey Kong and I don’t even have to explain this like-

HE’S A FURRY

no cap periodt pooh sksksksk

You might not expect this but Aoyama is the biggest rage-quitter. He is the equivalent of “So, no head?” But that’s whenever he doesn’t win @ the console. Fucking drama queen.

You know shit is about to go down when Momo puts her hair up in a ponytail, she about to go ham on everyone’s ass like you think she’s a preppy rich girl that has never seen a video game in her life? You’re fucking wrong, because she owns every fucking console ever made and has bought every game on Steam.

Koda gets too nervous when the game starts and goes slow because he doesn’t want to go over the speed limit :((

Iida is surprisingly terrible at MK like you think ,bc of the fact that he has a speed quirk and looks like Sonic The Hedgehog’s humansona, that he would be good at this game but he fucking sucks

Sato sits in the back, playing Cooking Mama on his Nintendo DS ( it’s rose gold and it’s MANLY)

You think Deku is an innocent little smol bean, right? FUCK NO HE WILL CUSS SO BAD THAT IT MAKES BAKUGOU SCARED. THIS SHITHEAD IS AGGRESSIVE AND M E A N.

Deku: “Shoji-san...CAN YOU MOVE YOUR FAT FUCKING ASS OUT OF THE WAY BEFORE I FUCK YOUR MOM AND CHANGE THE WIFI PASSWORD YOU OCTOPUS-LOOKING FUCKING BITCH”

R.I.P. Izuwu. He is too far gone to save from the depths of Mario Kart Hell.