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Effortless Fitness: Create a Home Workout Routine That Works for You

 Creating a home exercise routine can be an empowering way to stay in shape, store cash, and maintain a wholesome lifestyle. Whether you’re an amateur or a skilled health fanatic, a well-based plan tailor-made to your goals and surroundings is fundamental. Here’s a complete guide to help you create a powerful home exercise routine.

How To Create a Home Workout Routine 

Define Your Fitness Goals

Before jumping into sporting events, picking out your targets is critical. Common health desires consist of:

Weight loss

Muscle constructing

Improving cardiovascular health

Enhancing flexibility and balance

General well-being and pressure comfort

Having clean goals helps you pick the right sporting activities, decide the intensity of your workout routines, and track progress correctly.

Assess Your Space and Equipment

One of the benefits of operating out at domestic is the ability it gives. However, understanding your surroundings is critical:

Space: Identify a niche with enough room to move comfortably. This is probably a nook in your dwelling room, bedroom, or even outside.

Equipment: While many sports require no equipment, having a few primary gear can decorate your habit. Consider objects like:

Yoga mat

Dumbbells or resistance bands

Stability ball

Pull-up bar

Jump rope

Alternative Equipment: Household items like water bottles, chairs, or towels can serve as substitutes for traditional systems.

 Plan Your Workout Structure

A balanced exercise recurring consists of a combination of the following:

Warm-Up

Warming up prepares your body for a workout by increasing your heart charge and loosening your muscle mass. Spend 5-10 minutes on:

Leg swings

Marching in location or light walking

Dynamic stretches (e.g., strolling lunges or torso twists)

Cardiovascular Exercise

Cardio boosts coronary heart fitness, burns calories, and improves persistence. Examples encompass:

Jumping jacks

High knees

Mountain climbers

Burpees

Dance or aerobics exercises

Aim for 20-half-hour of moderate-intensity aerobics, depending on your health level.

 Strength Training

Strength training builds muscle, enhances metabolism, and improves bone density. Focus on bodyweight physical activities or comprise device if available. Key moves consist of:

Upper Body: Push-ups, tricep dips (the usage of a chair), or shoulder faucets

Lower Body: Squats, lunges, or step-ups

Core: Planks, sit-down-ups, or Russian twists

Perform 2-3 sets of 10-15 repetitions for every exercise, depending in your desires.

Flexibility and Mobility

Stretching improves flexibility, reduces the threat of damage, and promotes healing. Include static stretches and yoga poses like:

Downward dog

Child’s pose

Hamstring stretch

Hip flexor stretch

Spend five-10 minutes stretching after each exercise.

 Create a Weekly Schedule

Consistency is vital for progress. Design a weekly plan that balances distinct kinds of sporting events. Here’s a sample schedule:

Monday: Cardio + Core

Tuesday: Upper Body Strength

Wednesday: Rest or Active Recovery (e.g., yoga or strolling)

Thursday: Cardio + Lower Body Strength

Friday: Full-Body Workout

Saturday: Flexibility and Mobility

Sunday: Rest

Adjust this schedule primarily based on your dreams, health degree, and time availability.

Incorporate Progression

As your health improves, it’s essential to project yourself to avoid plateaus. You can try this through:

Increasing repetitions or sets

Adding weights or resistance

Trying advanced versions of physical activities (e.g., transitioning from knee push-u. to traditional push-ups)

Reducing relaxation time among sets

Track your development weekly to make sure you’re transferring toward your desires.

 Stay Motivated

Working out at domestic calls for subject and motivation. Here are some recommendations to stay on the right track:

Set a Routine: Schedule your workout routines at the same time every day.

Create a Dedicated Space: A specific exercising region can help you mentally put together.

Use Technology: Fitness apps, online motion pictures, or digital training can upload range and guidance.

Find a Workout Buddy: Partnering with a chum or member of the family can keep you accountable.

Celebrate Milestones: Reward yourself for accomplishing desires, whether or not it’s completing a positive wide variety of workouts or studying a brand new exercise.

Address Common Challenges

Limited Time: Opt for excessive in-depth C language training (HIIT) to maximize efficiency in a short period.

Boredom: Rotate exercises, attempt new exercises, or use a tune to preserve things sparkling.

Lack of Equipment: Focus on bodyweight physical activities and get innovative with household gadgets.

Injuries or Pain: Modify exercises or seek advice from a health professional to ensure the right form.

 Emphasize Recovery

Recovery is a crucial part of any fitness recurring. Ensure you:

Get Enough Sleep: Aim for 7-9 hours in step with a night to support muscle repair and overall fitness.

Stay Hydrated: Drink water before, at some point, and after workouts.

Eat Balanced Meals: Fuel your frame with a mix of protein, carbohydrates, and healthful fat.

Practice Active Recovery: Light sports like on foot or gentle stretching can help lessen discomfort.

Monitor Your Progress

Regularly examine how properly your routine is working. Keep an exercise magazine to the song:

Exercises accomplished

Duration and depth

Physical changes (e.g., weight, measurements, or power gains)

How do you sense earlier than and after workout routines

Adjust your plan as needed to stay aligned with your desires.

Sample Home Workout Routine

Here’s a pattern 30-minute full-frame exercise you may strive:

Warm-Up (5 mins)

Jumping jacks: 1 minute

High knees: 1 minute

Dynamic lunges: 1 minute

Torso twists: 1 minute

Workout (20 minutes)

Circuit (repeat 3 times):

Push-ups: 10-15 reps

Squats: 15 reps

Plank (maintain for 30 seconds)

Jumping lunges: 10 reps in step with leg

Russian twists: 20 reps (10 consistent with aspect)

Cool Down (5 mins)

Hamstring stretch: 30 seconds in line with leg

Child’s pose: 1 minute

Cat-cow stretch: 1 minute

Butterfly stretch: 1 minute

Deep breathing: 1 minute

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Pre-Game Ritual (Part 1)

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They were at it again.

Y/N and his girlfriend were always cautious when their parents were around, but if it was just his little sister Minju left in the house, they didn't have a care in the world. It was funny, too, because Minju and her brother never had the 'you won't tell Mom and Dad, will you?' conversation. She could have easily just hinted to her parents what was going on after they left the house.

But ultimately, Minju wasn't going to do it. Her brother was usually sweet to her. Besides, if ever Y/N did something to piss her off, she had his afternoons with that awful girlfriend Eunju to hold over his head.

Eunju let out one more dramatic moan, and she couldn't take it any longer. Minju grabbed her phone and running shoes and made for the door. As she closed it behind her, she was relieved to hear only the breeze blowing through their front yard.

Running was Minju's way of taking her mind off things. As soon as she took her first stride, her frustration began to melt away. The fact that her big brother was inside fooling around with his obnoxious girlfriend didn't matter anymore when her favorite song came up on her beloved running playlist.

Her routine kept her sane, and it was also why Minju was one of the fittest girls she knew. At 5'-6" and 105 lbs., she was proud to be in such good shape; it made a hard run all the easier. And though she hated to admit it, seeing the eyes of neighborhood boys and husbands follow her as she ran by was a rush.

Minju didn't have a boyfriend; that was probably part of her frustration with her brother and his bedroom antics. It wasn't that she didn't want one; it was more that nobody had come along with whom she felt compelled to start a relationship. Either they were silly boys her age, eighteen and immature, or they were older and with transparently lustful intentions toward her.

Minju could see what Eunju saw in her brother. He was twenty, smart, handsome, and yet very unassuming. Being a quarterback on his college football team probably didn't hurt, but he wasn't a colossal jock the way most might have expected. Family-oriented, driven, respectful... Y/N was the works. Why couldn't more boys like him approach her than the guys she was used to?

That's also why she held such high standards for him. Not only was he handsome, with short brown hair and masculine features that already resembled her dad, but he was just an all-around good guy. Eunju didn't deserve him; Minju always felt that Y/N had just fallen for her fast like he always did and that he liked the quarterback cheerleader cliché, too. Whatever, she thought, he'd only been with her a few months, and she could always hope things wouldn't work out.

Minju wondered if maybe her brother would set her up with one of his friends when she rounded the corner heading back to their house. She was intimately aware of how much her boobs were bouncing in her workout top when she passed Mr. Taylor's house; he was such a creep he might as well have blown her a kiss as she passed him while he was watering his flowers.

Minju's tits... They'd been trouble since they showed up in her early teens. Boys at school stared like they'd never seen breasts before in their lives. Men, too: men who were way too old to be gawking at a teenager would pretend they weren't trying to get a look down her shirt. Even her brother! Sometimes, he would stop in the middle of a sentence if she accidentally showed them too much. Maybe 'accident' wasn't the right word. Y/N was the only one she teased on purpose, perhaps because she knew he could do nothing about it.

When she ran up to the driveway, Y/N and his bimbo were on the front porch.

"Good luck tomorrow, baby," Minju heard her say.

"Thanks," her brother replied, "I'll see you after the game?"

"You'll see me at the game!" Eunju said, standing up tall to kiss her brother on the lips.

"You know I don't look over there. I can't be distracted." Y/N reasoned.

"Yea, yea, I get it. Mr. Quarterback can't take his eye off the ball," Eunju said, lovingly touching her brother on the chest.

Minju couldn't help but laugh at the flirty way Eunju said it. She'd tried her hardest to get to the door, but she was thirsty and didn't want to listen to it anymore.

"O...M...G...ARE-YOU-DONE!" She chanted, mocking one of the standard cheers, "CAN-I-GET-IN-THE-FUCKING-DOOR?"

Y/N laughed at his little sister's attitude. He'd seen her running up and knew he'd get an earful when his girlfriend left.

"Very funny, Minju," Eunju said, unimpressed, "Though I hope that's not what you'll be trying out with next year."

"Ugh..." Minju sighed, cocked her hip, and fluffed her ponytail "Should I dye my hair blonde instead?"

Minju shot a nasty look at her brother. He was NOT supposed to be telling anyone on the cheerleading team that his sister would try out it if she got accepted at his school. Even though she couldn't stand many of the girls on the team, she still loved cheering. Being close to the game, getting the crowd engaged, and staying in shape - all of it appealed to Minju, and she had her eyes on doing it for her brother's team if she got in.

Content with the frown on Eunju's face, Minju simply shouldered past her brother and headed inside. He took a moment to say his last goodbyes before following his little sister into the kitchen. He had to take a deep breath when he saw her tilting the bottle back and witnessed a few drips falling onto her chest as she gulped it greedily. The light glisten of sweat on her abs, the tight-fitting workout clothes...oooph. Despite having recently fooled around with his girlfriend, a hot girl was a hot girl, related to him or not. Sometimes, he wished his sister understood that the way he did.

"Why do you always gotta give her such a hard time?"

Minju almost laughed out loud, wanting to say something about her brother giving the dumb blonde a 'hard time' himself.

"Hey, if you are gonna bring your ditzy girlfriends around the house when mom and dad aren't home, I'm gonna reserve the right to make fun of them."

Y/N had difficulty arguing with that. He admired his sister's tenacity most of the time. She knew what she wanted, and she was vocal and rambunctious - everything he wanted in a girlfriend. She was probably right anyway. Eunju didn't knock him out with anything but her looks. And even then, the girl standing right before him was far more attractive. He was sure he could find someone that was right for him; Eunju was simply right for right now.

"Hey, Minju'," he said to her. She wanted to be mad at him, but she loved it when he called her that. "I'm sorry about the cheerleading thing. Eunju put two and two together, and I told her you'd probably try out."

"Two and two huh? Did Eunju finally pass remedial math last semester?" Minju quipped, narrowing her eyes after she'd said it.

Even though he could see her glare, Y/N knew she wouldn't stay mad at him. She only had a few hours each week, if that, to see her brother. He'd come home on Friday and stay the night before his Saturday game. They lived close enough to campus that he would be off before she awoke the next day and went to see him play. Eunju was a part of the weekly routine, but Y/N always got rid of her before it even got dark.

She always wondered how he managed to do it. Minju felt like girls were pretty dramatic when it came to quickies like Eunju seemed to come over for. One weekend, she'd heard the stupid blonde say something like, "...if it helps you play better, then I don't mind!" She hadn't made much of it then; Minju was glad to hear Eunju saying it on her way out.

"Yeah, yeah, I forgive you," Minju said, walking towards her brother and stopping when she smacked the almost empty water bottle against his chest and held her hand there, "I'll be picking the movie tonight."

Y/N rolled his head back and smiled, glad everything was cool between him and his little sis. Maybe he'd even convince her to give him a back massage later if he played the "It'll help me play well tomorrow" card.

Things went as they usually did that night. Minju even agreed to massage her brother's shoulder for a bit, even though she made sure to get a dig in about how he wasn't even a starter. Y/N had fought hard with his coach for his nights at home. Sure, seeing his girlfriend when most other guys were forbidden was a big plus. But he loved seeing his little sister and was so glad she always freed up her Friday nights for him before the game.

They just got along so well. Close in age as they were, Y/N and Minju had a lot of common interests. Football and video games, music, and crappy TV, they typically had a blast every Friday and Y/N went to bed once again, happy to spend time with his little sister. Their parents always did date night on Friday, so they'd only be home shortly before he went to bed.

Sometimes Y/N felt guilty, but more and more he was seeing his little sister in a... different light. She'd grown up fast. Not only was she more mature, but her body was too. He was often confused by how much he enjoyed having her around. He tried to reason that being near a pretty, youthful brunette would always be desirable. She just happened also to be his sister, and as long as he kept his hands to himself everything would be fine.

Typically, that's the way things worked out. Yet, Minju felt just as comfortable as her brother did around her. So, as she sat there massaging his naked shoulder and seeing how huge and muscular he'd gotten since starting college, Minju had some of the same issues her brother did. She also loved being around him, and not just because of how much he made her laugh or how she could talk to him about anything. She loved massaging his back because it was the closest she'd gotten to an attractive guy, and this one didn't try to touch her ass or her boobs whenever he got the chance.

She was only wearing a crop top and her favorite sweatpants, which she rolled and wore low at the waist when she remembered her brother had commented dressing inappropriately around him. Minju had brushed it off... and then wore seemingly less every time he was over after that. Hey, she thought, if he could get off while their parents were out and then get a massage out of her, she could at the very least, feel sexy and comfortable at the same time. His stare didn't bother her one bit.

The next day was incredible. Y/N wasn't a starter, so he'd begun the game uniformed but sitting on the bench. He was only a sophomore but next in line to start as quarterback for the prestigious college team. Things weren't going well for the starter. He fumbled in the first quarter. The offense struggled and only got one field goal out of four or five possessions in a row as the first half was nearing its end. When the QB threw his second interception, and the whistles sounded at the end of the half, Minju was buzzing in her seat that her brother might get his chance.

He'd played before, but only a quarter or a few minutes here and there. They entered the locker room, and Minju's mom touched her shoulder.

"Wouldn't it be great if your brother started the second half?" She said, looking excited.

Minju's heart beat faster. "You think he will, Dad? Do you think Oppa is going to start?"

Her dad raised his eyebrows and said, "I know what I'd do if I were the coach... he just might."

"You think he's ready?" Minju's mom asked her father.

A passing memory took Minju as her parents chatted about her brother's workout routine. Eunju had said something that other day when she'd overheard them. "...gotta make sure you're ready," she'd said, or something like that. Why was she remembering that now?

Sure enough, as halftime ended Y/N ran out of the tunnel with his helmet on. He was going to play.

He looked shaky as he lined up for his first snap. This time, seeing him on the field felt a little different. They were coming from behind, and her brother wasn't just a quick substitution; he was meant to be the solution.

He handed the ball off twice, but they still had a few yards to get the first down. It looked like they were keeping the ball out of the air and in the unknown hands of her brother. But when they lined up and Y/N called for the ball, he dropped back to pass it.

Minju held her breath the whole time.

'Pass it Oppa...!' she screamed inwardly.

... COME ON PASS IT!

And then he did.

It was a beautiful throw - a bullet right across the middle.

The receiver was brought down right away but well beyond the first-down line. The whole crowd cheered, and Minju and her parents locked arms and jumped up and down. He'd done it; she was so proud.

After that, Y/N was everything he needed to be. They didn't do anything too crazy, and he was playing pretty safe, but in no time, they were near the end zone, and Minju was clenching her mom's arm tight until he threw a perfect pass to the back corner for a touchdown.

Minju felt like she knew exactly why girls were so drawn to quarterbacks at that moment. Here she was, screaming like a complete fool and jumping up and down in her team sweatshirt, yelling her brother's name and practically in tears. Dam,n does he look good in that uniform, Minju thought as he trotted off the field to let the kicking team on.

The rest of the game was a haze. She was so excited to see her brother finally playing as she was, but Minju almost couldn't handle it that he was leading them to a win. When the final second ticked off the clock, and it was her brother holding the ball, she giggled outright as he threw it up in the air in his excitement.

The team rallied and celebrated on the field, and her family was allowed to walk on while the rest of the crowd shuffled out of the stadium. Y/N hugged their mom and dad, picked Minju up, and spun her around in a circle. Minju could feel the sweat on his pads and the heat radiating from him until he set her down with a huge smile.

"I think it was all because of the shoulder massage, Minju," he said, "this ball's for you."

Minju felt him push the ball into her midsection like she had the water bottle into him the day before.

"You were so awesome, bro," Minju praised, "but you better take this thing back before somebody tries to tackle me."

"You mean like me!" He said, bending down to grab her waist and picking her up again, slinging her over his shoulder like it was nothing. Minju screamed and kicked, but he didn't set her down until he'd made her sufficiently dizzy. Their parents looked on and laughed the whole time.

Minju saw her brother's girlfriend looking at them from afar, clearly displeased that she wasn't getting all the attention. It gave Minju an odd sense of satisfaction, even if their relationships with her brother differed.

"You better go do the same thing to Eunju," Minju whispered when her brother put her down. She looked jealous."

Y/N sighed knowingly and gave his sister a hasty, final hug. Saying goodbye to his parents and Minju, Y/N ambled over to talk to his cheerleader-girlfriend. Minju couldn't help but notice him looking in her direction over Eunju's shoulder as she was leaving.

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After that, things blew up. People went on and on about how poised her brother was in the game despite having minimal experience. He started in the away game the following week, and they won. It was a close game, and Y/N made some mistakes, but watching him on television, she couldn't help but see all of the strengths that people had been touting in the write-ups of his first big performance.

Minju congratulated her brother via text, and he quickly responded that he was looking forward to a Friday at home the following week.

-I bet you would have made that pass at the end of the first half if you had a shoulder massage!-

[I bet you're right. Do you think I'm a big loser for wanting to hang out with my little sister on a Friday night?]

Minju blushed, even though she was alone in her room with the lights off.

-Are you kidding, a loser? Did you SEE the game I just did?-

-Oh, that's right... you were that stud quarterback who WON it!-

[Thanks Minju, I can't wait to see you next week.]

God did he love his little sister, Y/N thought. He was in a cab on the way out to celebrate the victory that night, and all he could think about was how great it would be to talk through all the plays the way he had on the phone with Minju after his first game. Inevitably, there would be a thousand girls throwing themselves at him that night, but Y/N felt sure none of them could match his little sis. Maybe he was wrong, but first and foremost, they were hungry to sleep with a football player, and most of them wouldn't even be as attractive as Minju. If only she wanted that too, then he'd have the whole package. 'Ugh,' he shook off. It was probably the booze talking.

Minju wished they'd seen his potential from the very start. Her brother started and won every game for the rest of the season, which was already more than half over when he'd first come out onto the field for that fateful second half. Because they had enough losses before that, there wasn't much left to make of their season when Y/N stepped in, but there was a lot of talk about the season to come.

And each week, each home game at least, Minju and Y/N hung out just the two of them for as much time as they could. She couldn't stand that he insisted on Eunju coming over, hearing them in his bedroom after she got home from school, but glad to see her leave shortly after. Y/N had insisted that their parents give him time to himself (with Minju...and Eunju), and they'd obliged, given his success on the field.

Their time together was usually the same: a movie and a lot of talking about what was going on in their lives. But for Minju, her feelings were slowly evolving. She couldn't help it. Everybody was talking about him. Her parents were so proud, and girls at school went on and on about how hot he was. Being that he was the quarterback of the state college team, the exposure meant constant reminders of him everywhere Minju went.

So her attitude toward him was gradually changing whether she knew it or not. She'd often lay on top of her shirtless brother for a long time after kneading his back, just enjoying the deep bass in his voice that vibrated her chest as they bantered. Minju began to crave that time with her brother, cuddling seemingly closer every week when they watched a movie. She simply wanted to be with him.

And Y/N was no dummy. Despite being a big, burly football player, he was quite smart, or so he told himself. It wasn't as if he didn't notice that his little sister was not so resistant to touch his back anymore or that she was wearing seemingly less and less every time she came downstairs for their movie. Yet, it still felt... natural. Many girls were throwing themselves at Y/N nowadays, but Minju had earned his attention rather than exploited it, and he liked giving it to her.

There was this one day he'd almost called her out for it. She might as well have been naked... well, not quite, but perhaps the fact that he'd never seen her naked, and this was as close as he'd get, was why he kept his mouth shut.

The underwear was enough to make him shiver: an orange-ish pair of panties, simple but tight at each curve and the gap between her thighs. They had a white edge that he followed with his eyes as it wrapped around her tiny waist and those damned legs of hers. But then the shirt, or was it a sheet? This draped white thing with a big curved neck exposed her almost from shoulder to shoulder. The tiny sleeves were all that held it up. And, of course, it didn't reach more than halfway down her upper half. His little sister's entire midsection, perhaps one of his favorite parts of hers, was left entirely to his view.

Both of the small pieces of clothing looked somewhat transparent. Y/N wanted to look long enough to determine whether he was seeing the dark circles of Minju's nipples or the tiny dark slit at the gap between her thighs, but he tore his gaze away before it became inappropriate. He couldn't believe that you could buy clothing like that or that his little sister was wearing it around him. Did it look that good on other girls because Y/N was practically hard during the entire movie, and wondering why his sister would be so brazen around him? Did she know how attracted to her he was that night?

Suddenly, he couldn't get Eunju out of the house fast enough on Fridays, though he believed he needed the release the night before the game. More and more, it seemed like she was just happy to be the girlfriend of the star quarterback; he got a little release when he needed it, and she got to parade him around when she wanted to.

And just like that, the season was over.

The hype continued for a few weeks after their last game. He had to do some interviews and a couple of articles for newspapers and magazines. He was no international star, but the college team fanatics demanded plenty of him. The holidays came and went, and we were busy as usual. Before they knew it, Minju and her brother were well into the second half of the school year.

Sometimes, he couldn't make it on Friday nights to be home with his little sister. Y/N had loaded up his second semester with classes to make the workload easier during the football season. He felt awful, but she understood, making him love her even more.

But when he did make it home, it was awesome. Every time he saw her, Y/N seemed to get closer to his little sister. And she just kept getting more beautiful. She was only recently eighteen, and every day, she became more aware of her body and how to carry herself. Each day on his way home, Y/N guiltily looked forward to what his little sister might wear that night.

Sometimes, he wondered if the two of them were toying with each other, playing with the possibility that one of them might do something rash. But he knew how happy it made Minju to have someone like him that she could entirely rely on to make her feel comfortable; he didn't want to ruin that. He didn't know that Minju was struggling to respect him similarly. But they loved their time together so much that it didn't matter.

They were starting to talk on the phone regularly or at least text when he hadn't seen her in a while. They were so busy with schoolwork, sports, and training that they marked their weeks by the time they talked to or saw each other. Sooner than both Y/N and Minju could have imagined, pages of the dog calendar their mother hung in the kitchen flipped by, and the summer was upon them.

Y/N had trained almost daily for the upcoming football season. He'd never expected his responsibilities to become important to him, his coaches, or his team. Add to that, finishing up a semester of college, and his schedule was chock-full. The first week of summer would be a much-needed breather, but then it would be off to summer training camp. He even had time to spend with his family and a few days hanging out with only his little sis. They took a day out on the lake together, went to dinner one night, and even agreed to go shopping with her the day before he left for summer training camp.

"I don't want you to go," Minju said, her big, green, puppy-dog eyes looking teary. She dreaded that this would be the first summer she didn't get to spend with her brother.

"Do you have to?" Minju asked sadly, feeling her brother's big, strong arms wrap around her in the middle of the department store.

"I don't want to leave you, Minju, but I want to be at my best for next season. It's gonna be a big year for me." He said regretfully, holding her close enough to catch the subtle shampoo scent in her soft, brown hair.

"We can talk or text any time you want," he promised, pulling back and staring into her sad eyes.

That only made her feel marginally better, but she shook her head knowingly. Y/N held his sister for a while as they walked through the store. She picked out a new pair of sweatpants that admittedly excited Y/N, reminding him of how she usually looked when she'd be wearing them and the time they spent together... how they rode low, and her hip bones were often revealed to his wandering eyes as she laid in front of him on the couch.

"What do you think? She said, coming out of the changing room for the third time.

Minju saw her brother jump when he looked up from the green sweatpants he recognized as the ones she'd picked out. Suddenly, he was looking away like his eyes were burning.

"Minju!" He said, looking back toward her through his hand.

"WHAT?" She mocked, giggling.

"You can't wear that out here!"

He was probably right, she had on the sweatpants, as low as she possibly could wear them. The lines of her toned abdomen led down to what was likely a totally bare pussy based on what her brother could see. But the top wasn't a top at all. It was a sexy, black bra. The lace revealed much of her breasts to her brother's eyes. He'd always been totally caught off guard by how amazing his sister's tits were, but this was more than she'd ever let him see.

"Oh you can look Oppa, stop being such a wuss."

He did slowly look back in his little sister's direction, but it felt like he shouldn't. Yet, as soon as he saw how the black lace pushed his sister's breasts upward and most of the demi-cup left her chest bare, Y/N wasn't about to look away.

"So... what do you think?"

"Incredible..." he said, unwittingly. Minju's breasts had been amazing for years, and now that the rest of her body had caught up, he was like a helpless puppy.

"The sweatpants and the bra?" she asked with a huge grin.

Y/N was so embarrassed. He'd literally just complimented his little sister's tits, her beautiful body... no question there. Thank god she'd let him off the hook.

"I think you should buy them, both of them." He said without flinching.

Minju had never felt sexier. As her brother pretended, poorly, that he wasn't looking up and down every inch of tanned skin she'd revealed to him, she realized how loved it made her feel. Plenty of guys had complimented her before, but nobody made her knees feel weak the way that Y/N did. She turned around and headed back to the changing room after being sufficiently convinced that he'd liked what he saw. Y/N almost exploded when he saw the dimples in her lower back and then their eyes met quickly before Minju perked her little butt up for him once and then closed the door behind her.

Y/N had to take a deep breath. What on earth had gotten into him? And what about her? God damnit did she look breathtaking in even the simple two pieces of clothing. Why did she insist on flaunting it in front of him, and why was he feeling so much like touching her?

Minju walked out of the dressing room wearing what she had on before she went in. Somehow seeing her clothed now got him just as excited. Even the cute flannel shirt and tank-top she was wearing made her beautiful, and he wondered if he'd see the bra and sweatpants she was holding in her hand again before he left.

When Y/N stood, his little sister stopped him before he could exit the changing rooms. Nobody was around; it felt private... intimate as she placed hand on the middle of his chest.

Minju rested her head against him and wrapped her free arm around his back. Everywhere she touched he was just...solid. When his arms encircled her she felt that familiar tingling coursing through her, made stronger as she sensed the strong beat of his heart against her hand.

"I'm really going to miss you, you know that, right?" She said quietly, like she didn't want anyone else to hear.

"I know little one, I'm going to miss you too."

Before he could do or say anything else, Minju stood up tall and kissed him right on the lips. His face had been downturned and his eyes closed as he held her; he didn't even know it was coming.

But her lips were so soft. There was a hint of sweetness on them, and they moved ever so slightly. He shouldn't have been kissing his little sister that way, with his hands around her and the kiss lasting longer than it could have. But nobody could see them, and nobody had to know who they were. In that moment, the kiss felt like the best way to say goodbye.

Minju dropped back from her tiptoes and finally took a breath, realizing how fast her heart was beating. She hadn't planned it, but all of the sudden their lips were together and she didn't want it to end. 'Why did he have to go?' she repeated in her head again and again, knowing the answer but still feeling frustrated.

They didn't get much more after that. They talked and laughed and played around for a bit longer before it was time to go. Even after the kiss, everything just felt ...normal...right. She hated that pulling back into the driveway meant they were all that much closer to her brother leaving for the summer, but she was finally coping with it. She lay awake that night listening to her dad and brother talk in the other room as he packed until she finally drifted off to sleep thinking of Y/N.

Minju went with her dad to take Y/N to the airport the next day, but there would certainly be no more kissing her brother the way they had the day before. She looked down at her feet as her dad was shaking her brother's hand and wishing him good luck before heading back to the drivers' seat.

"Hey," he said, putting his finger below her chin and lifting it up to him. His heart almost broke apart to see that Minju had tears in her eyes. "Ohhh Minju', come on, you're killin' me."

She half giggled, half sobbed as their gazes met.

"I love you little sis, and it's only a few months," he assured her.

"I know," she sighed, "it's just...ughhhh!" Minju stomped her foot on the ground like she was going to throw a fit. She was so upset to be losing her best friend, even if it was only temporarily.

"Just go... you big jerk."

"I'm already marking our Fridays on my calendar for next year, and I'll see you on the sidelines too."

"Okay," Minju agreed half-heartedly, knowing she still had to make the cheerleading team but flattered her brother just assumed she would.

"I love you too," she said finally.

She jerked when her brother kissed her cheek and then squeezed her side like he always did. Watching him walk away, she felt like it was going to be a long summer.

-

It was tough without him, but not unbearable. A couple times a week they would text about what was going on at the football camp or how Minju was choosing her schedule, this and that. She'd gotten into the state college during Y/N's amazing football season and knew she'd be going there from the minute she opened the letter. The program they had for her major was one of the top in the country, so she didn't feel like she was just following her brother to the same college.

In fact, she was looking forward to them being at the same school. Y/N was going to be a junior and Minju a freshman. Despite being very independent and proud of it, Minju had already made some friends due to Y/N's newfound fame. Every time somebody recognized her last name in the programs and orientations she attended over the summer, she felt proud to call him big brother.

Minju looked forward to the times he would call her on the phone. It was always late at night, sometimes waking her up, but Minju was so glad to see his number pop up that she awoke immediately an answered with an excited "hey big bro!"

Y/N could sometimes hear his sister waking. He imagined that she was wearing one of those outfits from their Friday nights at home. Laying in her bed, maybe in just a tiny pair of underwear she felt sexy in, Y/N could hear his little sister yawn and he pictured her tiny frame stretching out under the covers.

Sometimes late at night, their conversations felt so private, almost secretive. Whether it was the fact that they were both in a darkened room with nobody else around or that they weren't wearing much or something else, to Minju it felt kind of naughty. She thought that the way they talked was more like the way she imagined talking to a boyfriend, one she didn't have of course.

And Y/N didn't have anybody but Minju. Eunju would call now and again, but she was... not all that interesting to talk to. Usually, when he hung up with his girlfriend, he couldn't go to bed until he talked to his little sister, hoping to have some meaningful conversation before he finally turned in.

"Hey Minju', how come you never let any of those boys you tell me about take you out on more than a date or two?" Y/N asked her one of the nights when they were both talking in bed a couple hundred miles away from each other.

"Well that's a little personal, isn't it, Mr. Nosy?" she responded.

"Well, seeing as how you asked what Eunju looks like naked, I think we're past being bashful about stuff like this," Y/N chided back.

He was probably right; Minju was feeling competitive one night when her brother told her he'd just hung up with his girlfriend and she wanted to know. She was now confident that her body, especially her chest was sufficiently more appealing to her brother (apparently, he was a "breasts man")

"FINE..." she replied, "I dunno, I guess I just... I haven't met anybody worthwhile yet. And they all want to get in my pants on like, the first date. It's exhausting."

"Aww shoot, Minju, I didn't know that. I mean, you gotta give the guys a little slack though you know?"

"Why would I do that??" Minju asked, frustrated

"Well, you're... I dunno... you're really..." he couldn't seem to get the words out.

"I'm what Oppa?" Minju asked, sort of expecting her brother to say something about her being too stuck-up or bitchy.

"How do I say this..." he continued, hoping she would give him an out.

Minju just waited in silence, wondering what he was trying to say.

"Ugh, fine." he started, "You're hot, Minju. Guys are going to want to hook up with you when they first see you. Frankly, I'm worried about it for when you start at school with me."

"Oh..." Minju said. Y/N wished he could be there with his little sis so they didn't have an unknown, uncomfortable silence on the phone. He was glad when she continued:

"That doesn't mean they can just be dogs all the time though. One guy actually pulled the car over and asked if I would blow him on the way home from our second date!"

"Whoa..." Y/N let out, sounding upset, "That's not okay... Who is he? What's his name?"

Minju smiled when she heard her brother getting mad. As much as she would like to see her brother pummel that douchebag Hyunmin, Y/N wanting to defend her was reward enough.

"Oh, relax Oppa, you'll never need to see him, nor will I."

"Hmmph..." He sighed, sounding unsatisfied, "So...did you?"

"Did I what?... OH GOD NO!" Minju gasped, "Did you need to ask?!"

She could hear her brother laughing on the other end. "No, I figured. I just wanted to rile you up."

Minju giggled, too. He did always knew how to push her buttons.

"Can I tell you something Oppa?"

"Sure Minju', anything."

"I've never done... 'it'... before."

Y/N paused a few seconds, trying to process what he'd just heard. Though he hadn't thought his little sister would ever share something like that with him, a small part of Y/N was happy to hear that she was a virgin.

"Oh..." he responded, "You know that's totally okay right? A lot of girls get all worried about it but you shouldn't be."

"I know," Minju said, "but I just don't want to come off as really prude like I'm above it or something; I just haven't found the right guy."

"...and that's awesome." Y/N assured her, "I think it makes you even more attractive. Like you know what you want, and it means something to you."

Minju curled up tightly in her bed. She bit the tip of her thumb, thinking about what her brother was telling her. Not only was someone she loved and wholly respected telling her not to worry about something she'd spent all too much time agonizing about, but he was also telling her that it made her more attractive.

"What about you?" Minju asked, "I mean I guess I know you've done it before."

"Yeah, I guess you do..." he said, knowing that Minju had heard him with Eunju before and feeling somewhat bad about it now that she'd told him she was a virgin. "But I wish I thought about it the way you did or that I could."

"What do you mean?" asked his little sister.

"Well when you have a boyfriend or a girlfriend and you have sex, things can just kind of change. Sometimes I wish I could really take time to care about someone before jumping into it. You can do that, at least."

He paused, seeming to be hung up on his feelings.

"Eunju and I...well... I don't want to talk about her.

Minju could hear some hurt in her brother's voice. She felt terrible for razzing him all the time about his girlfriend.

"It's okay Oppa, I know things can be complicated sometimes."

He was quiet.

"Do you know how much I love you?" Minju asked.

"No, how much is that?" Y/N said, smiling again.

Minju put on the most innocent, girly voice she could, "LIKE...sooooo much," she said. He could almost hear her smiling through the phone.

"I love you too Minju." Y/N told her.

For the moment of silence that followed, both Minju and her brother truly wished they weren't talking over the phone but instead being there with each other. It wasn't just that he knew his little sister would be wearing very little and stretched out alone in her bed. It was also that he wanted to hold her so she could understand how much he meant that he loved her. Minju, too wondered how he might touch her if they embraced right then. Her skin tingled, wondering what her brother might look like after the months of workouts he'd been telling her about. Something told her she'd be intimidated by how big and muscular he'd gotten.

She wanted to say something more. The tingling sensation working its way from her core out to her fingers and toes made Minju speak without thinking,

"I wish you were here with me," she said. Her fingers traced a path from her neck down to the curve of her breast.

Y/N could hear something more in his sister's voice, and though he knew he shouldn't, he wanted her to feel the same thing her words doing to him.

"I wish I were there with you too Minju."

Minju's whole body was feeling warmer. She didn't know what to think about how he was making her feel.

"Goodnight little sis," Y/N said after waiting long enough.

"Goodnight big bro," she said, not meaning to sound quite as sexy as she did.

"Two weeks," Y/N said right before he hung up, hearing his little sister say sleepily, "I can't wait." as he hit a button to end the call.

Was he going crazy? Was he supposed to feel like if his little sister was in the room right then he would have been unable to help himself touching her all over, running his hands over her body: those wonderful breasts he longed to see, kissing her beautiful neck and shoulders, caressing her legs. Did she know that he'd hung up the phone and found himself fully hard, thinking of her in a way he knew he should not?

She was just so gorgeous. Even over the phone he was conjuring up all the times he'd looked at her and marveled at her beauty. What was he going to do when they were finally going to school together? What if he had to watch guys talk to her, flirt with her, even make a move. Y/N knew he wouldn't be able to fall asleep until he took care of his erection. Strong as his feelings were, he couldn't force the images of his barely clothed little sister out of his mind. When he finally released the pent up excitement he'd discovered in talking to Minju, it was to the image of her lying in bed.

He couldn't possibly know, but his little sister had done the very same thing, imagining that Y/N came home and finally helped her understand what it might feel like to be with a boy.

-

Two weeks flew by. Both Y/N and Minju had fully packed schedules before he was to return home. When their heads hit the pillow at night, they were lucky to even exchange a few texts before falling asleep.

Then, Minju came home from the gym one day during the week before school started and almost fainted at the sight of her brother. Not only was she so unbelievably glad to see him, but he looked incredible. He was tan from all the time out in the sun. His hair had grown longer and unruly. He even had a dark scruff on his face, so he looked considerably older. And he was huge! He filled out an old t-shirt so it looked stretched across his muscles. His chest, his arms, his abs! Minju felt so guilty when she sensed herself getting wet as she approached him.

And Y/N was in for even more of a treat than his sister, or at least he thought so. She had obviously spent some time in the sun, but her body... God was she even more beautiful than he remembered. It had been less than three months and he wondered if it was the same girl. Or perhaps he was seeing her differently, still unbelieving that such a beautiful girl could also be his little sister.

Her stomach was flat as ever, with a hint of her abs showing when she ran over to jump into his arms. She wrapped her toned little legs around him and squeezed him tight. Y/N remembered talking with Minju about the size of her boobs compared to his girlfriend's and he knew as she pressed them against him, even in a sports bra, that Minju's were bigger.

"Are you ready for school next week?" He said excitedly, setting her cute bottom on the counter top. Y/N was glad their parents weren't around because he was definitely taking some liberties with his hands, leaving them on her hips as he set her down.

Minju shook her head, 'Yes,' looking anxious and adorable at the same time. She had imagined her brother coming home so many times, and this was even better. She couldn't help herself from leaning in and planting a quick peck on his lips.

They were quiet, contented, for a while. Neither of them really cared to speak. Y/N was standing between his little sister's legs and holding her close enough that he was glad he hadn't gotten hard...yet. Even thinking about it worried him that Minju might soon be feeling something she shouldn't pressing against the tight fabric of her workout shorts.

"I know you're going to hate me for this, but I have to be at school 24/7 before our first game in a week and a half.

Minju's mouth dropped open. She was half-pretending, she'd expected it based on everything he'd been telling her over the phone. When he saw his little sister crack a grin instead of the big grimace he expected, Y/N narrowed his eyes at her.

"I know, I won't give you too much shit about it. I'm just really happy you're home!" She said, hugging him again. Y/N was truly worried she might feel something in his shorts.

"...And so BIG!" she fawned, seeing his worry disappear as she put her hands on his shoulders and rubbed them. He could tell she was giving him a hard time, acting like one of the many girls he expected to encounter on his first week back.

"Will you come back on Friday before the game?"

"Well the coach made a big deal about it, but after telling him it was my ritual every time last year... and then you know... we won every game... he gave in."

Minju showed her beautiful white smile, and it was all Y/N really needed to see that day. He was so glad to be holding his little sister and to know that nothing had changed about how they interacted, even though he knew the way he felt about her had.

-

The week before school started, tryouts for the cheerleading team were held. Minju had been working all summer for her big moment, and she knew she was ready. Y/N had even walked with her from her dorm to the facility and given her a big hug before sending her in. She felt all the more confident that he believed in her.

"Can I watch?" Y/N had asked.

"NO!" Minju fired back. She did not want him to see just in case she didn't make it.

"Aww, Minju, you know you're going to kill it, right?" he said, hugging her and pushing her through the door. His touch on her lower back was comforting; it lingered even as she walked out into the gym when her name was called.

She needn't have been nervous. The panel of four girls, a coach and an assistant coach were all that was there to watch her do her routines. There were a few routines they published online weeks before, and one that Minju was supposed to compose on her own. Everybody had seemed pleased after she completed the pre-selected routines, but everybody had cheered and clapped when she finished her own. Everybody but one... Eunju.

Even though she felt like she'd nailed every part, the fact that someone on the panel had held their applause made her nervous. She hated to admit it, but Minju really was getting her hopes up for being on the cheerleading team. If she was really good, they might even let her cheer for the football team in her first year, but she had to be truly impressive.

She was ecstatic to get a callback that day, and to be told that practice started that weekend. Y/N told her he knew she'd make it, and that he'd be shocked if they didn't put her on the field with him.

When the Friday before his first game finally came around, Minju rushed home—the first week of school had been crazy. She'd started all of her classes, been really successful at cheer practice and she was really hopeful that she'd make the first team and maybe cheer during one of the earlier football games. She didn't look forward to hearing or seeing Eunju, Minju thought as she pulled in the driveway, but she was out of control excited to spend her first Friday catching up with her brother.

When he entered, there was no noise, no sign of her brother's girlfriend, and the house sounded pretty quiet. She heard a bowl clinking in the kitchen, so she followed the sound inward.

"Hey you, where's your girl?" Minju asked

"She's not coming today," Y/N said, sounding strange.

"Oh...um... is everything okay?" Minju continued, coming up behind her brother and putting a hand gently on his shoulder.

"Yeah," he said, sounding exhausted, "I don't think either of us will be seeing her much anymore."

"Oh no, I'm sorry Oppa, did something happen?"

"Don't worry about it, Minju. I'm not. It was a long time coming, " he said, but she could tell it was wearing on him. Minju draped herself over her brother's muscular shoulders, and she could feel him start to relax. She knew he was upset but was desperate to do anything that would make him feel better.

"How about you can pick the movie tonight? And if you're really lucky I'll even throw in a back-rub."

He knew she would do that anyway, but it made him smile to hear her offer. Y/N always liked that Minju didn't only talk about football with him, especially right before the game. She might ask a few questions about who they were playing, but she didn't get him all anxious the way others might if he didn't hole up at his house. It was just one more reason why he liked being around her so much.

They both had work to do before they could hang out, but around the time it was getting dark and their parents would be meeting after work for their weekly dinner date, Y/N waited for his little sister in the TV room. It had been a long time since they last did this, and he was a little nervous about what might happen since their relationship had progressed.

He had to keep his jaw from dropping when she came bouncing down the stairs, or rather her breasts did. Just as she promised, she was wearing the outfit that she'd tried on right before he went off to training camp months ago. Was it possible that she filled out her bra even better than before, because she certainly looked it? And the pants, hanging like they might fall at any second but for the drawstring around her waist.

This wasn't going to be easy. Now that he didn't have the typical release of spending an hour or so with his girlfriend, spending time with his far hotter little sister seemed like it might not be as easy. It worried him even more as he watched her perfect, round breasts shudder and threaten to escape her struggling bra with each step she took down the stairs.

It was nice to have his eyes on her like that again. Minju hadn't felt so desirable since they'd last had real alone time, and her brother's gaze was more than welcome. Just being in his company and him in hers made the two of them buzz with love for each other and excitement about being together.

"Lie down over here will ya?" Minju asked after they'd been watching the movie and chatting for a while. She could tell he was tense, far more than expected and she just wanted to help.

Y/N obliged, sucking in a breath when he felt his hot little sister straddle him. He was truly glad to be lying face down, because the thought of her perched on top of him in that outfit was driving him nuts. She was actually quite good at massaging him, seeming to know all of the tight spots after doing it many times. Y/N was finally starting to feel a lot better when she'd been doing it no more than a few minutes.

At some point, when Minju was trying hard to get him in the right spots on his back, she shifted over and the back of his leg as pressing against her mound. She hadn't meant to, it had just kind-of...happened. She couldn't help that it felt really good. But as she moved around, pressing her hands into different spots on her brother's muscular back, it just kept arousing her more and more.

Y/N had no idea it was going on either, he was in a sleepy state after how good his sister's hands were making him feel. He heard her breathing heavier, thinking she was just exerting herself as she pressed harder on him.

It never took her very long, especially not when she was really turned on; Minju should have known better. She was just sitting down harder on her brother, leaning into him to 'get more leverage on his back,' or so he might think. Minju didn't know what had gotten into her, but within only a minute or two of feeling her brother's leg pushing against her pussy and her little clit being trapped and stimulated just the way she liked it, she was lost. She had to try hard beyond measure not to make a sound, yet she couldn't stop herself squirming.

It only took a moment, and Minju managed to stay quiet. Her arousal that had built up in the time she spent apart from her brother did the brunt of the work. All it took was a little push, back and forth, of her hips and then suddenly she was clenching her legs. She bit down hard on her lip, desperate not to reveal what she'd just done and feeling embarrassed as a short but powerful orgasm took her.

Y/N came to when he heard his sister take a few sharp breaths atop him. He couldn't see her face, but he would have seen her coming down from her orgasm and trying to catch her breath. Her hands weren't doing much anymore.

"Tired little sis?" He asked.

From the tone of his voice, Y/N didn't know anything. She felt guilty, but Minju thought maybe she could get off without him knowing and without experiencing any of the embarrassment.

"Uh huh," Minju lied. She lifted her hips off of him so he wouldn't feel it if she'd gotten too wet.

"What if I took a turn for a change?" Y/N asked.

It was the only thing Minju could think of to put her out of harm's way, or at least her brother's discovery.

She agreed and laid down on the floor where he'd just been. After cumming, her skin was sensitive and crawling for his touch. Even when his fingers grazed her, Minju could feel it through her whole body. He started slow, and then worked his fingers into the tight spots on her shoulders. His hands felt terrific - big and strong, and a little bit rough from all his hard work.

Maybe Minju didn't know she was doing it, but Y/N absolutely loved the way his little sister was letting out adorable sighs and moans when he touched her just right. Y/N was probably getting just as much enjoyment as his little sis from his touching her.

He wasn't sure why he thought it would be okay, but her bra was simply in the way. In one quick motion, Y/N unclasped his little sister's lacy top. It sprung open and revealed her back to him, and Minju quickly opened an eye to look backward at him. When he didn't offer an explanation, she stayed quiet.

The tension seemed more incredible then, but his hands felt even better. Y/N could see his little sister's tits spreading out from her thin frame as she lay against the floor. He wanted to touch them; he even got close a few times with his fingers. Minju was fully aware of every square inch of her body that he felt: the way his fingers daringly slipped just beneath the waistband of her sweats, or how he grasped the tops of her hips a few times like he wanted to pull her towards him. After only a few moments, both of them were totally turned on, though neither was about to admit it to each other.

If Y/N hadn't seen it, they would have been totally screwed. The flash of headlights shown in the room for only a second.

Their parents had walked in on them watching a movie before, even when Minju was wearing relatively inappropriate clothing. But in the position they were and with Minju's suggestive bra unclasped, it would have looked a bit more...naughty. Minju didn't even know what hit her before she was being scooped up and flipped around into her brother's arms as he took two stairs at a time up to her bedroom.

"Oppa what th...!" Minju gasped as he manhandled her. Her hands darted to the dangling bra that she'd only just managed to hold on to. Then she was twisted around and had her legs wrapped around her brother's wide frame before she could speak another word. As they hit the top of the stairs, she heard her parents at the door.

Y/N dashed into his sister's room and then stood quietly, both of them being very still in their utterly suggestive position. Even in their haste, both siblings could intimately sense Minju's loosely covered breasts against Y/N's chest, and she couldn't be sure, but was something extra trapped between their hips?

"Kids, we're home!" Their mother called out as she came in.

"Up here, be down in a minute!" Y/N called back.

When he was sure they were in the clear, he flopped back onto the bed and took his first deep breath. Minju laughed first; of course, she would find that funny.

"Oh my god that was close!" She said, giggling.

"Well we wouldn't have to be worried if you were still wearing your bra!" Y/N said righteously.

"Um excuse me, I wasn't the one who took it off," Minju said.

By the time they'd reached the bedroom her bra no longer covered either of her breasts. It was still trapped between them, but looking down Y/N could see the full weight of his little sister's chest held between his and hers. They were big and hanging down slightly as she propped herself up to look at her brother. With an adorable and mischievous look on her face, she looked irresistible, perched on top of her brother with both her knees on the bed.

"I didn't mean anything by it, I was just..." he started, obviously not knowing where he was going with it.

Minju smiled at him, "I know you didn't," she said, letting him off the hook. She wiggled her hips playfully as she said it, and Minju was almost positive she could feel her brother's cock tucked up between their two connected hips and at least partially hard. The way it was pressing against Minju right where Y/N definitely shouldn't have been made Minju desperate to know if she was the cause or not. Whatever it was, her brother felt big.

Knowing that their parents would be waiting for them downstairs, Y/N spoke first, breaking the silence caused by the way the two of them lay on Minju's bed.

"You should probably cover those up," he said, half-heartedly looking away.

Minju reached for her bra and finally sat up on top of her brother. For a split second, her breasts were neither covered by her hands or her bra, and Y/N must have seen, because Minju felt her brother throb against her where he was touching below. Not wanting to be captive and helpless to his beautiful sister, or so obviously showing her his affection with his growing stiffness, Y/N reached up to his sister's enticing sides. She was about to inhale profoundly and let him touch her, but instead, he only savored her soft skin for a second before he forcibly tossed her off of him onto the other half of the bed.

"HEY!" she shrieked

"Time to put some clothes on, little sis," Y/N said callously. See you downstairs."

And then he left. She watched him walk out, still holding her arms up to cover her breasts so he didn't see, but a part of Minju wasn't entirely sure she didn't want him to.

This was uncharted territory for Minju and her brother both. As they spent the rest of the night around their parents, both tried hard to wrap their heads around what was going on between them. On one hand, they were still spending time together on Fridays like they always did, laughing and conversing with the same fantastic level of comfort that seemed to make Minju's weekend. And when Y/N woke up in the morning he was smiling and simply glad to have had the time with his baby sis despite the anxiety of a big game ahead.

On the other hand, both siblings had gone to bed thinking of each other in ways that they weren't supposed to. But imagining Minju wearing even less on top of Y/N than just the pair of sweatpants she had been was a dream they both shared that night, 'supposed to' or not.

Just before the game the next day, Minju got an email that she was to attend a different cheerleading practice on Monday. She was going to be cheering on the football field at their home game in two weeks! Minju was ecstatic and wanted badly to tell her brother, but decided to let him focus and wait until after the game.

There was a lot of talk about how the football team would play in their first home game. There was equal coverage of Y/N and how he would perform starting his first full season. Minju was perfectly confident that he would blow the competition away.

And he did... for a time. He started strong, very practiced in every play. They went into the half leading, but Minju's dad wasn't impressed.

"He looks a little off today, don't you think?" said her father.

"You know honey, I noticed that too. What do you think is up?" Minju's mom asked.

She wracked her brain. Suddenly, Minju hoped that the way she'd teased her brother wasn't the cause. She felt guilty all of the sudden. Perhaps it hadn't been fair to him for her to flaunt herself like that. It was selfish. His attention made Minju feel good and she hadn't taken him into account. It was especially bad considering Y/N wasn't with his girlfriend anymore.

"Did you notice anything last night Minju?" Her mother asked.

"No, not really mom. He was just as happy to be home like he usually is." Minju assured them.

And she wasn't lying. Aside from being a bit downtrodden about breaking up with Eunju, he'd been very playful and content with her the night before.

Yet, when he came out for the second half, the same rustiness seemed to be staying with him. Perhaps it was the team. Nobody seemed to be blaming Y/N for the way their offense was playing, but before long they were losing. And then the fourth quarter was nearly over. And then... the whistle blew for the end of game and Y/N's team had not done enough.

He was understandably bummed when they met him on the field after the game.

"Sorry bro," Minju said compassionately, feeling him wrap his arm around her side and walk toward the locker rooms with their parents. She looked cute in her little, team t-shirt, but Y/N wasn't really in the mood to check her out just then.

"Yeah... " he said dejectedly, "I don't know why we couldn't pull that one out... damn."

"Don't beat yourself up too much about it, you promise?" Minju asked, looking up at him hopefully.

"I won't." He said. "Maybe I'll just beat you up."

That elicited a smile from his sister, but Minju could tell his heart wasn't in it. She felt bad for him; he was probably internalizing what was just the whole team's off performance.

"See you soon?" Minju asked, "Next Friday at the latest?"

"...away game," Y/N sighed. "But the week after for sure."

He squeezed Minju's side before breaking contact and saying goodbye to their parents. Minju watched him jog back to the lockers and hoped he wouldn't be depressed about the loss for too long. She hadn't even told him about her cheerleading spot, but that could wait until later when he might be more willing to share in her excitement.

-

That week went by even faster than the last. It was Minju's second week of school and she was loving every minute of it. She only got to sit down to lunch with Y/N once before he was off to the away game, and when she'd told him her news he had been so happy for her. She wished furiously, as he hugged her, that she might someday find somebody who cared about her the way Y/N did.

It turned out that Minju hadn't just been brought onto the football cheerleading team, but she'd replaced someone. Of course, it had to be Eunju. And making the team wasn't the end of it.

"You know you're going to fuck this up right?" Eunju had asked, confronting Minju on the way to class one day that week. Minju wanted nothing more than to get away from her so she just kept walking.

"You don't belong in my spot, you little bitch." Eunju spat, obviously annoyed that Minju didn't intend to engage.

"Oh and tell that second string quarterback you call your brother to enjoy being tended to by his sister instead of his girlfriend... a lotta good that'll do him."

Minju didn't quite understand, but she wouldn't let Eunju talk bad about her brother.

"The only one who's second string here is you... bitch," Minju flung the blonde's words back in her face, "you were NEVER good enough for him. You were just EASY."

With that Minju turned on the path and headed into the Math & Science building. It took her a few minutes to calm down, and almost half the period to stop thinking about what Eunju had said...'tending to her brother.'

-

The away game did not go well. This time, Y/N did look bad. It was like he just couldn't find his stride. He gave up one interception in the first half and one in the second. The rest of the team could have played much better, but they simply didn't have that momentum that everyone had seen driven by the star quarterback. There were whispers that Y/N would be replaced if he kept playing like that, but that's all they were.

There was something that Minju heard in the locker room after cheer practice one day that week that put pieces together for her. It was hard for her to believe, but Eunju, whom she'd overheard, had made some sense.

"You know why he's playing like that?" She'd been gossiping out of sight in another part of the locker room near the showers, "because he doesn't have me."

"Oh come on," another girl on the team, who sounded like Tamara, laughed, "I know you two had your thing, but you weren't exactly throwing the ball for him!"

"Think what you want, but he's the one who insisted that I come over on the day before the game... he said having sex helped him play better."

"Yeah, right," Tamara said, "that's a myth."

"You say that, but we did it before every game last year..." she'd continued, but Minju didn't want to hear it.

No way. No way hooking up with that blonde bimbo before their Friday nights together was helping her brother win.

Minju kept repeating that to herself all week until Friday arrived. But at some point, she didn't believe it anymore. He'd always been so quick to shoo Eunju out the door on Fridays, but he HAD invited her there week after week anyway. And she was right; as far as Minju knew, her brother hadn't been hooking up with anyone else. Minju had only succeeded in teasing her brother with her skimpy clothing, certainly not helping him get any relief. Could it be her fault? It seemed ridiculous.

And then came the next thought - far more questionable than the last. Who was going to 'tend to her brother' now that she couldn't expect Eunju to do it before she came home that Friday? As far as she knew, Minju would be the only girl around, the only one Y/N was technically allowed to see. He could start seeing another girl, but she knew her brother, and he didn't just start sleeping with somebody because he needed to get some ass.

The thought that it might be up to Minju to... relieve him... and more so than just giving a back massage seemed crazy to her. Y/N would never go for it. They were brother and sister; no way! Minju thought.

But by the time she arrived home on Friday, Minju had debated with herself a thousand times about it. She'd been hinting at her brother toward something for a long time, always knowing that he'd never cross the line with her. But what if she told him it was okay to? She'd sensed that he was hard that one day on her bed. She'd seen him looking. She'd felt his hands touching her back in ways a brother wasn't supposed to after he'd unhooked her bra. What if he wanted something, and she was just naive or self-centered? What if it was way easier than she was making it out to be.

Y/N could tell something was up with his sister when he got home, despite her pretending.

"Do you know how excited I am to see you on the sideline tomorrow Minju'?" he asked, eliciting a massive smile from his sister.

The way she looked right then was how he wanted to picture her always. A big smile, flashing her teeth because she couldn't help herself. A cute, white tank-top, comfortable little shorts and her body language telling him that she'd been waiting to see him all week. It was crazy that they didn't see each other more often, going to the same school and all, but they were just so busy with the beginning of the school year and their respective activities. Seeing her now, with that radiating energy she carried with her everywhere she went, her perfect breasts stretching the neckline of her top, and legs that went on forever... he wondered why he didn't find the time.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"Are you kidding," she said confidently, "I was ready for this since your first game."

"I knew it," Y/N said, "good because I don't need anyone else messing up out there on the field." He sounded somewhat anxious.

How on earth was Minju going to bring this up? By that point, she'd imagined and even gotten excited about the possibility of doing something for her older brother that his girlfriend might have done behind his bedroom door upstairs. She'd wondered what his cock might look like in her hand, what she would do with it if she got it there. Would he find her attractive enough to get hard. Minju had felt a boy before, even had one in her mouth once when she got a little too drunk, but the thought of doing that with her brother made her heart flutter. It made her shift in her seat and feel an unexpected tingling between her thighs.

Yet, she was hopelessly lost on how to propose it. It would be just for his benefit so he could play better the next day... She only wanted to help him win...

"I feel really bad," Minju started. I was always so mean to Eunju, and now I've taken her spot on the team."

Minju told her brother about the day Eunju had confronted her on the quad. She conveniently omitted the part about 'tending to him,' but he seemed impressed with his little sister's defense.

"Yeah, don't worry about her, Minju'. She's probably just mad at me and taking it out on you,"

"For breaking up with her?" Minju asked.

"Well, that... and I might have had something to do with you taking her spot."

"YOU DIDN'T?" Minju cried, fearful that she hadn't deserved the advance.

"No, no, no!" he stopped her, "it's nothing like that. I discovered she was intentionally sabotaging your chance of making the field team. A couple of your teammates told me she was talking shit to the coaches and voting against you for no reason."

"So what did you do?" Minju asked, hanging on his words.

"Well...I might have told the coaches that Eunju was making it personal." Minju was squeezing her brother's arm tightly as he leaned over the table. "I guess they agreed because pretty much the next day, I found out they had replaced her with you!"

Minju's mouth was agape. She had no idea.

"Don't worry about it, Minju. My spies told me that everybody wanted you on the field team, and this wasn't the first time that Eunju had created drama. Apparently, it was time for her to go, and they were waiting for someone talented enough to help them go through with it."

"I don't know what to say... Oppa..." Minju hesitated before throwing her arms around her brother and kissing him a few times on the neck.

"Thank you," she kissed him, "thank you, thank you, thank you."

Minju giggled as her brother tried to shrug her off.

"Alright, already," he said, feeling that he liked his little sister's kisses more than he should have.

If Minju thought she owed her brother something before, now she was overcome with the desire to repay him. Not only had he been spending time with her on Friday nights and being the perfect brother, but there was more. He'd gone to bat for her with the cheerleading team, risked losing his girlfriend, and then eventually lost her and any of the physical aspects that came with... all for his little sister. Her handsome, strong, and unflinchingly loving brother, Minju, was enamored as she looked at him.

Yet, it took her until hours later, when he was lying face-down in his usual spot on the carpet in the living room before she could build up the confidence to say anything. Feeling guilty, Minju hadn't changed into anything more revealing. Unbeknown to her, Y/N had been drooling over her since the minute he'd walked in the door. But now, she wondered if she should have put something on to make him more agreeable.

"Oppa," she said timidly, straddling his back. "can I ask you something?"

"Duh," he joked, his face pressed halfway into the carpet.

Minju paused. Her heart had been beating faster in anticipation of this moment, but now it felt like it might explode.

"I heard something... the other day..." she started.

"... yes?" Y/N prodded

"I heard some girls talking about you..." she continued. Y/N could hear the concern in her voice, so he maneuvered quite impressively under his sister's straddled position and faced her. She looked enticing with her legs spread right over his lap and her shorts bunched up even higher on her tanned legs. Y/N thought immediately that he might have made a mistake now that his manhood was getting the full brunt of the eighteen-year-old's sexiness.

"...and...what did they say?" Y/N felt like he was dragging it out of her.

"They seemed to think you weren't playing well because... you weren't..." Minju hesitated again, seeing her brother look up at her impatiently.

"...getting any."

Y/N laughed. It was a standard theory. Y/N somewhat believed the sentiment himself; that's why he'd always asked Eunju over to the house before he expected to hang out with his little sister, who would inevitably be tempting him throughout the night. Of course, people at school would speculate that his breakup with Eunju was causing him some issues.

"So what, you're wondering if it's true? If Eunju is the reason I'm not playing well? I bet she's the one you heard saying that in the first place, right?"

Minju paused for so long that he had to shake her hips with his hands to get her to speak.

"Well, yes, but that's not it. " Now for the hardest part. Again, she paused.

"Come on, Minju', spit it out!"

"I thought that, maybe... you know... I could help you if you needed."

At first, Y/N didn't say a word. His brain seemed to go numb with disbelief. His first reaction was to look at her, his gorgeous little sister, perched right on his lap. He couldn't believe she was suggesting it, even if he'd been secretly lusting for her. What was she telling, that he just do what he wanted with her... take off that tiny tank top of hers and reveal her small, naked body to him like he'd imagined. Both of them felt his cock throb beneath Minju's seated butt.

"Minju... I... we..." he stuttered, "No way, we shouldn't... I mean, we can't."

Minju had no idea what to expect. Her daydreams had all gone so much differently. One way, she'd imagined him simply flipping her over and tugging off her bottoms. She'd never had sex before, but he could fix that in one steady stroke, and she'd wanted it so bad. In another, she'd sucked on him in the kitchen right when he came in, convincing him that she needed to do it so he could win. In all of her scenarios, even now, Minju had trouble admitting that she wanted him and hoped that he wanted her, too. And now it seemed that he didn't.

"I didn't mean...I just thought that you might need it," she said, trailing off, disheartened, into a whisper.

Y/N didn't know what to say to her. He struggled not to let the image of his little sister being on top of him in a much different way enter his mind. He worried that she could feel him stiffening through his shorts that he would send her a different message when he needed to be simply saying no.

"I'm sorry," Minju said quietly, "I wasn't thinking, it was stupid."

There was this long exchange where the two looked into each other's eyes. In a moment that should have been uncomfortable or strange, they made a connection that shouldn't have been there after Y/N's reaction. Minju could feel that Y/N was trying to do the right thing. She hadn't thoroughly thought through what she was asking of him. Once again, she was being unfair.

"I'm gonna shower before Mom and Dad get home," she said after not too long. Do you want to eat all of that pie Mom left in the fridge before they do?" she asked, trying to lighten the mood.

Y/N smiled sideways, "I'll have it ready when you get back,"

With that, Minju lifted herself off her brother, unsure whether to be disappointed or glad they hadn't crossed a very unsteady line. She scampered up the stairs, not wanting to look back at her brother and give away that she wished he'd chosen differently and didn't just want to help. She wanted him.

Y/N lay his head back in the same spot on the carpet. What was he thinking? He wanted her... he wanted Minju so badly. He'd spent countless nights leading up to that, either falling asleep thinking about her or dreaming of her in ways he'd feel guilty for in the morning. He'd wanted to see her naked little body, put his hands on the breasts that were incredibly generous for her frame, hold her hips as he discovered how tight she was... Now she was offering him a free pass, and he was just going to turn it down?

He knew that she had been so disappointed; that was the worst part. He kept seeing her face when he'd first said no: it had changed immediately from one of apprehension and hopefulness to complete embarrassment. How could he do that to her? She just wanted to help! He had to smooth things over, at the very least.

Y/N didn't know how long he lay there, but eventually, he built up the courage to talk to her and practically ran up the stairs. He wasn't thinking, opening the door behind which he'd heard the shower running in one swift motion,

"Minju, I didn't mean I didn't want you to; I just..." but then he stopped.

Minju was just bending over to take off her shorts. She was wearing an incredible pair of panties, cute, purple, and lacy, but only that. She was topless, and now that her shorts were off, nearly bottomless as well. Minju quickly covered her breasts with her arm, but her brother had seen them unclothed.

It took him too long to realize that he was staring or had stopped in the middle of a sentence. He'd never seen Minju entirely so revealed to him; he hadn't been prepared. Y/N's brain searched for words, but it seemed entirely too focused on what his little sister looked like in front of him and what it made him want of her.

Minju had not expected him either. She had wanted to take a shower because she simply felt... dirty after asking if her brother wanted 'help' and then being denied. But now he was there. He was staring at her shamelessly, and whether he knew it or not, he fully hardened in the time it took him to gather his wits.

"Minju I came to tell you..." he started, watching his little sister walk towards him and stop but a foot away.

"Shhhh," she said. "you don't have to say anything."

Minju removed her hand from her chest and watched her big brother's eyes widen. She was giving him an uninhibited view of her breasts; she knew that he'd wanted it badly.

"It's okay Oppa," she said. He took it as permission to look at her, up and down. He took in every inch that he could see, from the beautiful tits she was baring for him, to the perfect, little pink nipples that graced them. He saw her abs, strong and smooth, the way her sides curved to her soft-yet-thin hips. He longed to know what she looked like without those adorable bottoms on, but hadn't he come in to say something to her? At the moment it felt like he was just there to look.

"It's okay Oppa," Minju repeated, "you can touch me." She took his hands and brought them just below her chest. He grasped her, making it clear that he didn't expect to let go. Minju guided his hands upward over each tit before letting him do it on his own. His eyes rolled when he finally got his hands on them.

Minju surprised him with a kiss. She'd leaned in while he was distracted and planted it on his lips. Firm and knowing, it lingered for a few, meaningful seconds. Upon breaking, Minju slowly bent at the knees.

She held on to her brother as her knees made contact with the thick bathmat in front of the sink. Carefully, watching him, she pulled the waistband of his sweats over his cock. He did not protest.

She knew he didn't wear underwear beneath them! Minju thought victoriously. 'But ohmygod was he more than I was prepared for,' Minju thought. Perhaps she'd had some idea that he was big, but her brother's cock was much more than she'd seen before. It looked like she could hold it with two hands.

So she did, watching her brother intently the whole time, Minju gently moved her hands toward him. As they slid up his thick quads and lingered an inch or two away, Y/N's cock throbbed in anticipation; he needed her to touch him.

That made Minju smile wide. It was comforting; he wanted her. Seeing his little sister happy to finally take hold of him, Y/N felt like this was what he had truly come upstairs for.

"Minju'" he breathed, unbelieving that her hands were now wrapped around him.

Again she smiled and held him firmly. The contented little teen slid her hands up and then down, watching how the surface of his shaft followed the path of her grip. Y/N thought she was the prettiest thing he'd ever seen with the look of pure wonder and excitement on her face.

A couple times she slid her hands intently back and forth. He was so warm; Minju could feel the flowing heat in his penis. Every stroke or so she could feel a throb in his cock, and by look on his face it must have felt good. The fluttering feeling in Minju's tummy returned with intensity each second that their eyes held. Her hopes had been only temporarily dashed. It was hard to believe that she'd come this far, but clear to Minju that she was glad her brother was finally in her hands.

"Am I doing okay," Minju asked him sweetly, lovingly and wide-eyed.

"God Minju', yeah... is this... are you sure..." He was never lost for words, Minju thought.

"It's okay Oppa," she assured him, "I'm just helping you for the game tomorrow. You can relax."

It was a lie, but somehow pretending it was just this once aroused both Minju and her brother. As if they could just pretend tomorrow on the field that Minju, the cheerleader, had not taken new duties to relieve the quarterback the night before.

Minju had begun moving her hands around differently, she was gracing the skin around him with light touches and then testing his tip with firmer ones. Her brother flinched when she ran her palm carefully over his head and closed her fingers over it. It didn't seem enough to her, yet it was Y/N who spoke first.

"Minju, ohgodMinju...will you put it in your mouth?" he asked.

Minju was stunned. And yet, he was used to calling the shots; it was good to know he was playing along. It made her feel sexy to hear her brother finally asking for more.

Minju shook her head 'yes.'

It seemed like the right move. Perhaps he would do better, play better, tomorrow if Minju were to take his cock into her mouth. Perhaps that, or maybe he simply wanted his beautiful little sister to go a bit further. In truth, he wanted to take her up to her feet, set her on the vanity and remove her cute panties to see what she hid underneath. He could line up and ask her if she wanted to...

"Oh fuck Minju," Y/N let out involuntarily. She'd pushed him inward past her lips and was swirling her tongue around his tip amazingly. "your mouth feels so good sis."

Minju would have smiled if her brother wasn't a few inches in. She had to open her mouth wide to fit him, but the mischievous little brunette was determined to make her brother cum. She wanted to be better than his girlfriends, than anyone he'd been with before. She didn't know that she had already surpassed that with her alluring beauty, and that being his little sister was going to bring him to orgasm even faster.

Minju continued sucking on him. She couldn't fit the whole thing in her mouth, perhaps not even half. Yet her sincere attempt had Y/N wanting her more than ever. Hadn't he been so dedicated to holding them back only minutes ago? But here he was loving every second that his little sister was stroking her hands up and down while she bobbed her mouth upon his tip, about to release.

"If you keep doing that...mmmnnhh... I'm gonna cum Minju," he warned her.

"Oh yeah?" she asked innocently after popping her mouth of him with a slurp.

"Are you gonna cum for me Oppa? Is your little sister gonna make you cum?"

He could only groan. Minju leaned close and licked the head just under his tip once again, twice, sending hurtling to the edge.

"Cum on my tits Oppa, it's okay...please, I want you to." She said, pushing him over. He looked down at her in disbelief and deep affection and she held his gaze, not looking away for a second.

The 18-year-old jerked him intently as his breaths got very heavy and then he took a single, sharp inhale. His eyes closed, and his cock throbbed perceptively against her palms. She sat up to direct him right at her youthful breasts, but not before taking the tip of her brother's penis in her mouth right as she felt the first pump on the underside of his shaft.

Minju didn't stop moving her hands as the first shot splashed against her tongue. It was hot, plentiful and he was only just starting to release when she popped his tip out of her mouth and pointed him toward her proud teenage breasts. Each stroke elicited another pulse of his white sperm onto her chest. It was the most amazing thing she'd ever felt; Minju savored every stretch of her skin that he covered.

Y/N was treated with the view of his topless little sister grinning naughtily as he winced and let out the last of what she was squeezing from him. His brain, teetered on the verge of consciousness as he watched the young brunette swallow the first taste of sperm she'd daringly taken into her mouth. Minju felt as if she'd gotten everything she wanted, and the messy tops of her breasts and wet streaks of her brother's cum up to her neck were evidence of that.

God was she beautiful, and she'd been a perfect little sister, just helping out her big brother when she knew he needed it. For a moment, they simply stayed as they were, breathing heavily and taking in the forbidden sight of a little sister splashed with her brother's cum, almost to the point of disbelief. Y/N took one of Minju's hands from his shaft and pulled her up to her pretty feet. Her other hand slid gently off of him, stimulating him one last time before falling to her side.

He wanted to say how much he loved her... that he wanted her to know how good she'd done and that she could ask anything of him, even if it was to never do that again. But that wasn't what either of them wanted, and he couldn't say it all at once so he said it with a kiss. Pulling her face toward his, feeling her silky brown hair between his fingers, he kissed her.

Was this just once? Would they wake up tomorrow and decide that it had been simply a crazy, impulsive thing that had happened and didn't need to happen again? It didn't feel that way when her brother's tongue was asking permission at her lips. She gave it with the touch of her own, and for a moment they kissed like lovers... for a moment.

"I better take a shower," said Minju, pulling away from him and watching the look of surprise on her brother's face. "I've got to clean off all this sticky stuff before mom and dad get home. You sure cum a lot big brother." She finished, running a finger over one gleaming rope and the testing it against her tongue.

Minju's mother had taught her to always make a boy work for her affection. She doubted that her mom had intended her 18-year-old to use it so effectively on her brother whose spunk now covered her breasts, but nonetheless... Y/N was left wanting more.

"Do you think that will help Oppa?" She asked blamelessly with that nickname he'd hated until now. It sounded more like she had just finished a backrub and not sucking her brother's cock. She let him take a good look at her before turning towards the shower.

"Minju, you are unbelievable..." he said, still in shock and still incredibly hard.

She knew she'd done well. Everything he said, everything his eyes and body told her verified it. The proud brunette walked to the still-running water, leaving her brother there to gather his pants. As one last tease, she seductively slid her bottoms over her pushed-out butt as if she'd forgotten Y/N was still in the room.

"I can't get enough of you sis," he said as he realized she intended for him to let her shower alone.

She smiled one last time as she stood back up. Her little pink lips teased him through the darkened gap between her thighs. The room wasn't brightly lit enough and he cursed it, wishing to truly know what Minju's young opening looked like.

"And to think..." Minju led him, "there's so much more."

She bit the side of her pouty, bottom lip before stepping in the shower and pulling back the curtain. Y/N would dream that night of what he might have done if she had invited him in.

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The Jock Spell

With bated breath and blurry vision, Jeremy(?) stumbled over to the nearest mirror in the locker room. He looked at himself in the mirror while using the counter to hold himself up, and his jaw dropped when he saw his reflection.

“No, this wasn’t supposed to happen… Is that me?”

A couple of weeks ago, Jeremy Nguyen was just an average nerd with nothing particularly remarkable about him. He had a deep interest in all things fantasy-related. He graduated from college with relatively high marks and worked as a science teacher at his old high school. It wasn’t an exciting life by any means, but Jeremy was content with his simple, happy life. 

Aside from his usual nerdy hobbies, Jeremy had also started regularly hitting the gym ever since the new year rolled around. Sure he couldn’t lift more than 10 pounds and got tired after only about 8 minutes of light cardio, but it was the thought that counts. Not that it really mattered to Jeremy anyway. He wasn’t interested in becoming a full-blown gym rat or anything like that. Jeremy only started exercising so that his doctor wouldn’t give him yet another lecture about his health during his yearly physical. 

Jeremy pulled up to the gym one early afternoon. He normally went to the gym at night due to his busy work schedule as a teacher. However, thanks to an obscure local holiday, the schools were closed and he had the day off. Jeremy decided to switch up his usual routine and work out in the afternoon instead. He walked inside, did his warm-up stretching, and began his workout with some light hammer curls. The gym was surprisingly very packed that afternoon, especially compared to how empty it was at night. There were people everywhere! 

As Jeremy continued his workout, he noticed his gaze kept coming back to one particular man just across the free weights area from him. 

The guy was absolutely jacked from head to toe! Standing at 6’2” tall, he made a lot of other people in the gym look tiny by comparison. Jeremy watched with great awe as the muscular Adonis hit shoulders with dumbbells he could only ever dream of lifting off the ground, let alone work out with! 

However, despite the man’s amazing physique, Jeremy wasn’t attracted to him. He never liked the muscular look in men. Wasn’t really his type at all. Yet at the same time, Jeremy couldn’t stop looking at him for some reason. The man looked vaguely familiar. Jeremy racked his brain but couldn’t place his finger on it. It was weird. He tried ignoring him and just focusing on his workout, but then the man did something that made him remember exactly who he was. Near them was an overweight man who was struggling to get through a rep with just the barbell. The man watched him from afar and sneered like it was the funniest thing in the world. It was that cocky smirk that made bad old memories come flooding back in. 

The man’s name was Jared Taylor. 

That name and the arrogant smile that came with it haunted Jeremy for most of his teen years. To put it shortly, they had the stereotypical high school jock bully/scrawny nerd relationship you see in movies and TV. Jared loved teasing and making fun of others. Especially quiet nerds like Jeremy who played Pokémon in class after already finishing their work. Needless to say, Jeremy hated Jared with a passion. He was thrilled to finally be rid of the bastard when they graduated and went their separate ways. Jeremy went to study chemistry while Jared continued playing for some college football team. 

Jeremy never would’ve expected to see his former high school bully back in town. Thankfully, it didn’t seem like Jared recognized him (you would think he would after tormenting him for 4 years…) Plus, Jeremy always went to the gym during the nighttime anyway. He wouldn’t have to worry about seeing Jared Taylor ever again! 

Or so he thought. 

Much to Jeremy’s dismay, he kept seeing Jared every time he went to the gym. It didn’t matter if he went late at night or early in the morning before work, Jared was there— working out with some of the heaviest dumbbells the gym had to offer. 

Jeremy tried shrugging it off as mere coincidence, but his patience grew dangerously thin with every passing day he saw him. Jared’s cocky smile. His dominating presence. His haughty laugh just screamed, “I’m bigger, stronger, and just overall better than you!” Jared was already bad enough in high school, but he had only seen to have gotten worse with age! 

Then, on a random Saturday, Jeremy decided he had finally had enough. It was time someone stepped up and knocked the arrogant asshole down a peg or two. And who better to do it than the nerd he loved bullying every day? 

And so, Jeremy devised a plan to rid Jared of the one thing he loved more than trolling: his muscles.  Jeremy scoured through his massive collection of fantasy books and trinkets, searching for the magic he would need to pull off his plan. There were plenty of naysayers who didn't believe in magical powers, but Jeremy was never one of those muggles. He believed in magic ever since he was a kid and never stopped, even as he grew up. 

After extensive searching, Jeremy finally found a very old book of spells from back when he used to play D&D. The book puffed out a cloud of dust as Jeremy opened it for the first time in forever. An eerie smile emerged on Jeremy’s face as he read up on a spell designed to reverse a character’s stats and build. It was exactly what he needed to get revenge on Jared. 

Once he memorized how to perform the spell, Jeremy left for the gym that same night. Just as expected, Jared was there too. 

Luckily for Jeremy, the gym was empty that Saturday night, save for about a dozen people. The fewer potential witnesses, the better. 

Jared was busy hitting shoulders in the free weights area. Jeremy positioned himself so that he was just across from him in the cardio section. He had a clear shot of him. Once he was sure there was absolutely nobody watching, Jeremy set his plan into action. He used his fingernail to scratch the tip of his pointer finger until he bled out a couple of drops, then smeared it with his thumb and forefinger. Once that was done, Jeremy focused on his target and recited the spell. 

aketay awayyay isthay ansmay onfidencecay ybay urningtay imhay intoyay ethay ingthay ehay ateshay ethay ostmay

Jeremy’s finger shined a brilliant red as he finished casting the spell. A beam of light shot out of him as soon as he recited the last syllable, heading directly towards Jared. Jeremy smiled maniacally, knowing he was finally going to get his revenge after years of torment, though unfortunately, his pleasure was only short-lived. His smile faded as he watched Jared bend over to pick up a dumbbell, causing the spell to miss its intended target. Instead, the light hit the mirror, ricocheted, and hit Jeremy square in the chest, knocking him off the treadmill. 

God-DAMN IT!! How could I mess up such an easy shot!?

Jeremy writhed in agony. He couldn’t believe his plan failed just because of a little timing slip-up. Red with embarrassment, Jeremy forced himself to get up despite the great pain he was in. As he rushed over to the guy’s locker room to hide himself, the spell activated. 

Jeremy held his arms to his stomach as an intense wave of nausea washed over him. A strange warmth was radiating from his torso. His walking speed slowed as Jeremy found himself suddenly struggling to breathe. Low groans and growls escaped his mouth as his chicken legs exploded with body mass growth. It felt like his legs were on fire! The muscle fibers in his legs broke down and grew back rapidly until he had legs as strong and thick as a horse. Confused at what was going on, Jeremy looked down and audibly gasped when he saw his upper body transforming right before his very eyes. 

His chest puffed out as his pectorals grew and grew until he had a nice, firm set of daddy milkers. His shoulder span nearly doubled in length as the muscles in his back rapidly tore and regrew back within a matter of minutes. His arms thickened and hardened with muscle mass too. His once pencil-thin arms had become absolute cannons with biceps the size of melons and veins throbbing with strength. With a set of washboard abs to boot, Jeremy had become an insanely ripped bodybuilder— completely unrecognizable from his former skinny and weak nerd self. 

“Nnnn… What’s happening to me…!?” Jeremy huffed out a moan as forced himself to keep moving. He powered through the transformation pain and made it to the locker room where he could be alone. With bated breath and blurry vision, Jeremy stumbled over to the nearest mirror in the locker room. He looked at himself in the mirror while using the counter to hold himself up, and his jaw dropped when he saw his reflection.

“No, this wasn’t supposed to happen… Is that me? And since when did I become so… Jacked?”

Jeremy’s shocked expression morphed into a grin as he inspected his new body. Although he was never a fan of the muscular jock look, his tone quickly changed now that he was the buff one admiring himself in the mirror. He was practically purring with delight as he ran his hands over his arms, savoring the feeling of new, firm muscle on his body. Jeremy's original nerdy personality began fading away with every flex of his new muscles, leaving space for his new cocky gym bro attitude.

Then, wanting to get an even better look at his body, Jeremy stripped down to just his underwear. 

“Heheheh… Just LOOK AT MY MUSCLES BRO! I’M A GREEK GOD NOW!”

His voice boomed with newfound confidence as he spent well over half an hour just checking himself out. As he struck the double bicep pose, a sudden head pain brought Jeremy back down to reality. 

“Huh? What the hell am I doing?” Jeremy thought to himself. He massaged his forehead as he thought about the answer to his own question. However, the more he thought about it, the more questions about who he was began to pop up. 

“Who am I? What’s my name? What do I like? What do I dislike?”

He thought long and hard, but couldn’t find anything. It was like his own brain had been enshrouded in a deep fog. He kept thinking and thinking until for a brief moment, he had a glimpse of what seemed like an old memory. He was… Jeremy Nguyen? And he liked… video games, anime, and fantasy books— 

He shook his head. There was no way that description was right. He wasn’t a fucking nerd. Far from it. He took a deep breath and tried remembering his identity again. This time, the correct info came flowing in like water. 

His name was Isaac Nguyen and to him, working out wasn’t just a hobby but a lifestyle and a passion. He played football both in high school and in college, then dedicated his time and energy to bodybuilding once he graduated. His body was like a golden medal to him. It was his pride and joy, and he loved nothing more than getting a good pump and flexing in the mirror whenever he had the chance. 

With his new identity securely established in his mind and spirit, Isaac stepped out of the locker room to finish his upper body workout for the day. As he made his way to the free weights area, he noticed some scrawny dude with glasses struggling to curl a 10-pound dumbbell. Isaac had to stifle a laugh as he walked past him. 

“Heh, can’t even lift the beginner weight, what a fucking loser… Bet he spends all his time playing video games with his other dork friends. God, I can’t stand these kinds of dudes…”

As Isaac finished that thought, he ran into an old friend he hadn’t seen in a long time.

“Oh shit, Jared! Where ya been, bro!?”

“Long time no see, man! Looking swole as always, big guy!!” Jared responded. 

The two men pulled each other in for a bro hug. As they pulled away, Isaac felt himself hating the man he just shook hands with. It was weird. Like he had some sort of deep-rooted resentment against Jared. But that couldn’t possibly be right. Isaac and Jared were best bros since they joined the football team together back in freshman year of high school. They were basically the kings of the school back in the day! 

Yes, that’s right… Isaac was a jock, just like Jared. He had always been one. Never a nerd. 

Never.

[three-realms-archive]

Biggest Crush

Summary/Details: MC sees someone on TV that they haven’t seen in a while, and the brothers react accordingly. Fluffy and light, all brothers included!

You didn’t mind being squished in between Mammon and Beelzebub on the sofa for the weekly movie night. The former took the opportunity to not-so-subtly snuggle into your side, whilst the latter held a comically-large bowl of popcorn; eighty-percent of which was probably for himself. The movie you watched was some old film that the brothers’ apparently had some nostalgia for, but could only be found on DevilTube. Inevitably, this meant an advertisement would play every so often; and your eyes lit up as a familiar demon flashed up on screen.

“Woah, it’s Darkfang! Yo…” you said, tossing some of Beel’s popcorn into your mouth. The sixth-born simply smiled, content at seeing your cheeks so adorably full, as you continued. “He was the first Devildom idol I ever got into!”

A few noises and hums of acknowledgement came from the brothers. On the TV screen, Darkfang flashed a handsome, cocky smile, winking at the viewer as he showed off what you assumed to be a new fashion line. You feel a wave of nostalgia wash over you.

“Y’know,” you began, voice slightly muffled as you chewed, “I had, like, the biggest crush on him back when I first got here.”

Silence, this time.

Lucifer tensed up. Leviathan peered up from his D.D.D for the first time that evening, with an imperceptible yelp. Satan balled his fists in his lap to stay composed. Asmo bit his lip. Beel stopped eating. Belphegor’s tail thrashed against the carpet.

Mammon’s grip on you was getting a little tight.

“Hey, Mam’. You mind squeezing a bit lighter?” You say nonchalantly, eyes focused completely on the movie, which had started up again after the advert had finished.

Little did you know, no one was paying attention to the movie anymore.

Instead, each brother replayed the advert in their mind; determined to one-up their new competition.

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Later that week, something strange happened around the House of Lamentation.

Well. Strange things always happened… but this was different.

Suddenly, everyone was into idols. You caught Asmo and Levi studying idol performances more intensely than you had ever seen them study for an exam. Beel had even joined them for dancing practice each morning - complete with synchronised singing and chanting. You could hear the commotion from your room, and it now served as your alarm.

You figured this fascination with idol culture was what got Satan, Belphegor and Mammon in the music room every day after school. They didn’t know you knew, but it was pretty hard to miss when Mammon’s cries of ‘we sound so much better than that idiot!’ rang throughout the halls, accompanied by the rather-hideous combination of sounds from an electric guitar, a classical piano, and a cowbell.

Then, there was Lucifer. You tiptoed quietly into his study one evening, intending to remind him to get some rest. Instead, you found Lucifer sound asleep, his head on his desk… and a poster of Darkfang nestled under his cheek. Beside it were notes - meticulous, handwritten notes - with various facts you recognised about Darkfang’s height, weight, workout routine, diet… even his favourite pie flavour?

“Oh my Diavolo… I never guessed they’d all become Darkfang fans!” You whisper excitedly, blissfully ignorant to the brothers’ true motives. “I’ll start watching him on TV more often.”

(i’m probs gonna start doing more comedy amongst the angst storm lol. a lot of family friends way younger than me recently got into kpop, and i started watching and looking back at old idols i liked - especially vocaloid and kpop idols that gained popularity around the bts wings era. feel free to share any idols you guys liked as a kid/teen!)

[prettypinksusi]

lovesick ♡

synopsis: how gojo would be when has a crush on you.

paring(s): teen! gojo satoru x gender-neutral reader.

disclaimer(s): none!

teen!gojo who flirts with you 24/7.

— gojo constantly teases you, throwing out over-the-top compliments like, "you’re soooo lucky i’m not blinded by your beauty," or calling you ridiculous nicknames like princess or sweetheart.

— but when you tease him back? its a whole new story. he gets flustered and deflects by laughing too loudly or making a dumb joke.

teen!gojo who tries (&fails) to impress you.

— to impress you, he brags about his workout routine, saying he can bench press twice his weight.

— when you challenge him to prove it, he quickly changes the topic to, "why are you so obsessed with me lifting weights, huh?”

— gojo swears his sunglasses make him look cool, but you once caught him squinting at a menu because they're prescription.

— he’s convinced he's irresistible, so he shows off constantly-basketball trick shots, balancing a broom on one finger, or "accidentally" letting you see how easily he aces a test he didn't study for.

teen!gojo who is always listening to you.

— gojo remembers the random details you casually mention, like your favorite snack or that you're stressed about an upcoming quiz.

— the next day, he'll "magically" have your favorite candy in his pocket— or whisper the quiz answers he definitely stole from the teacher's desk.

teen!gojo who gets jealous easily.

— if anyone flirts with you, gojo will swoop in, throwing an arm around you and loudly proclaiming, "sorry, they’re busy being obsessed with me!"

— he’ll act nonchalant, but if you show any interest in someone else, he'll sulk until you ask what's wrong. typical!!!!

teen!gojo who panics when ur nice to him.

— if you compliment him genuinely-like saying he looks good without his sunglasses-he'll short-circuit for a second before brushing it off with a cocky, "i know, right?"

teen!gojo who has ridiculous pick up lines for you.

— “if beauty were a crime, you'd be serving a life sentence."

— “do you believe in love at first sight, or should i walk by again?"

— when you roll your eyes, (per usual) he adds,
"hey, that was gold! you’re just in denial."

teen!gojo who enjoys texting you whenever, wherever.

— gojo sends you memes at 2 am with captions like, "us, if you'd just admit your feelings."

— and if you don't reply immediately, he texts, "?? hello? did you die? or are you just playing hard to get like always?"

[holyblonded]

reds vs blues | always sunny is australia

pairings: sam kerr x teen!reader, chelsea wfc x teen!reader, arsenal wfc x teen!reader

summary: chelsea’s team bonding day at sam’s place, so they millie take the opportunity to trying to get you the chelsea

notes: i think this is my favorite chickie story

You enjoyed routines. They made you feel safe, grounded, like you had control over at least one part of your life.

Today was an off day, which meant you could follow your usual off-day schedule with no interruptions. Wake up at 5:45 AM, brush your teeth at 5:47 AM, breakfast—toast, eggs, and a protein shake— at 5:50 AM, and then a morning run and workout at 6:00 AM.

By the time you were jogging back to the house, sweat dripping down your back, you already had the rest of the day planned out in your head. After showering, you and Sam would go grocery shopping with the list Kristie had made for you both, and then you could spend the rest of the day relaxing. Routine. It was perfect.

Except when you pushed open the front door, expecting the usual peace of your home, you were instead met with a brick wall.

Except the brick wall was moving. You blinked up, heart racing, only to come face-to-face with Millie Bright.

Your body did what it always did when startled—fight or flight kicked in. And today, it was fight.

“OH HELL NO!”

Millie barely had time to react before you threw a punch. Luckily—or maybe unluckily—your fist never connected because suddenly, strong arms wrapped around your waist and lifted you off the ground.

“Chickie, stand down!” Sam yelled, laughing but also clearly trying to prevent an international incident.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN ‘STAND DOWN’? THERE’S AN INTRUDER IN OUR HOUSE!” you shouted, still flailing as Sam held you back.

“Mate, I’m the intruder? You just tried to knock me out in my own teammates house?” Millie asked, looking half amused, half impressed as she rubbed her chest.

That’s when you finally registered the amount of people in the living room. Chelsea players. All of them.

Your eyes darted around, taking in Erin Cuthbert, Guro Reiten, Zećira Mušović, and—oh god, why did it have to be Lauren James witnessing your public humiliation?

“What… what the hell is going on?” you breathed out, still slightly squirming in Sam’s grip.

“Yeah, so funny thing,” Sam said, grinning sheepishly. “I may have forgotten to tell you that the Chelsea squad was coming over for team bonding today.”

“TEAM BONDING?” you shrieked. “AND YOU DIDN’T THINK TO WARN ME?”

“I was gonna tell you!”

“WHEN?”

“…Probably after your run.”

“Well, you didn’t!” you huffed, glaring at her. “And now I just tried to punch your captain in the face!”

“You did try that,” Millie chuckled. “Gotta say, fast reflexes. Respect.”

“Yeah, no, I’m gonna go curl up in a hole and never come out again,” you muttered, hiding your face in your hands.

“Oh, come on, don’t be embarrassed,” Erin teased. “If anything, this just makes you an honorary Chelsea player. Half of us probably wanted to punch Millie at some point anyway.”

“Wow, okay,” Millie scoffed. “This is what I get for being nice?”

The room burst into laughter, and despite your burning embarrassment, you couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle too. Sam finally let go of you, but not before ruffling your hair like you were a misbehaving puppy.

“Welcome to Chelsea’s team bonding, Chickadee,” she said, still grinning. “You’re stuck with us now.”

You sighed dramatically. “This is literally the worst day of my life.”

“Oh, it’s only getting started,” Lauren said with a smirk. “We’re playing Mario Kart later. Hope you’re ready.”

You groaned. Routine was officially ruined.

The Chelsea squad should have known better than to challenge you at FIFA. You were unstoppable.

One by one, they had fallen. Erin, Lauren, Niamh, Erin, Guro, all of them left shaking their heads as you cruised through every match like a seasoned pro. It had gotten to the point where they weren’t even playing for fun anymore; they were playing to try and salvage what little dignity they had left.

“You’re a menace,” Lauren muttered, tossing the controller down after yet another humiliating loss. “This isn’t even fun anymore.”

“It’s fun for me,” you said with a smug grin, stretching your arms behind your head like you’d barely broken a sweat.

“Yeah, we got that,” Niamh grumbled, flopping down dramatically on the couch.

Millie, who had been watching the massacre unfold, cracked her knuckles and grabbed a controller. “Alright, move aside, amateurs. Time for the big guns.”

“Oh, this should be good,” Erin snickered, nudging Guro.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up,” Millie said, rolling her shoulders. “You’re all just mad you couldn’t get the job done. I am about to end this reign of terror.”

You snorted. “You sure about that?”

“Absolutely.”

Millie set up her team with the focus of someone preparing for war, but you noticed the smirk playing on her lips as she spoke again.

“So, Chickie,” she started casually, too casually, “what’s your contract situation at Arsenal again?”

You narrowed your eyes, already sensing the setup. “One-year deal.”

Millie’s smirk grew. “Interesting. Interesting. Y’know, Chelsea’s got some open spots next season. Big club, lots of trophies, amazing facilities…”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m a Gunner, Millie.”

She clicked her tongue. “No, you’re currently a Gunner. You could be so much more.”

You focused on the screen, determined to ignore her as the match kicked off. But that didn’t stop the entire Chelsea squad from jumping in.

“Imagine playing in blue,” Lauren mused. “Wouldn’t that suit you so much better?”

“Imagine all the assists you’d get from me,” Erin added.

“You and Sam, back to playing together again,” Niamh sighed dreamily. “A beautiful homecoming story, really.”

“Better wages, better teammates, better club,” Millie emphasized.

“Arsenal’s literally above you in the table right now,” you shot back.

The room erupted into gasps and dramatic reactions.

“OH, SHE WENT THERE.”

“COLD-BLOODED.”

Millie, still locked into the game, smirked. “You don’t have to answer now, but just think about it, yeah?”

You shrugged. “I am thinking about it.” Then, without breaking a sweat, you slotted a goal past her keeper and leaned back with a smug grin. “And my answer is still no.”

Millie groaned, raking a hand through her hair. “Oi, Sam, help me out here.”

Sam, who had been lounging on the couch watching all of this unfold, just shook her head with a knowing grin. “Nah, I already tried and failed. Not getting into this one. Besides, I let her make her own choices.”

Millie gawked at her. “You’re actually useless.”

The Chelsea girls immediately turned their teasing onto Sam.

“Wow, Sam, you had one job.”

“Captain Kerr, failing her Chelsea recruitment mission?”

“Embarrassing for you, really.”

“Alright, alright, enough,” Sam huffed, waving them off. “I don’t see any of you convincing her either.”

Meanwhile, you scored again, making Millie throw her head back in despair.

“This is rigged,” she groaned. “We’re running this back. Best of three.”

“I’ve already beaten everyone here,” you taunted. “Do you really wanna embarrass yourself further?”

Millie pointed at you. “One more game. If I win, you have to consider Chelsea.”

You thought about it for a second before smirking. “And if I win?”

Millie paused. “…What do you want?”

You grinned. “You have to record a video, in full Chelsea gear, saying London is red and post it on your story.”

The entire room exploded.

“Oh my god, do it.”

“There’s no way you’d actually agree to that.”

“Millie, your reputation’s on the line here.”

Millie exhaled deeply, staring at the screen like it had personally wronged her. Then, after a long pause, she sighed. “Fine. Let’s do this.”

Two minutes later, you were up 3-0.

Millie, groaning, dropped the controller and buried her face in her hands.

“You’re making me say London is red,” she mumbled.

“You agreed to it,” you said cheerfully.

The Chelsea squad was howling with laughter. Sam looked like she was about to cry.

“This is the best day of my life,” Lauren wheezed.

Millie lifted her head just enough to glare at you. “I hate you.”

You just smirked. “Keep trying, Bright. It’s never gonna happen.”

“You better cherish this moment because it’s never happening again,” Millie grumbled, arms crossed, glaring at your phone like it had personally wronged her.

You grinned, holding up the camera. “Alright, go on then.”

Millie inhaled deeply, like she was preparing to walk through fire. “London is red,” she said, voice flat, eyes dead inside.

“Louder,” you prompted, barely containing your laughter.

Millie shot you the filthiest look, but she had no choice. The entire Chelsea squad was watching, waiting, smirking. So, through gritted teeth, she repeated, “London is red.”

You smirked, tilting your head. “And what about Chelsea?”

Millie exhaled through her nose like a bull seeing red. “…Second best.”

That was it. That was the moment the room exploded.

Erin was howling, clutching her stomach. Lauren collapsed onto the couch, wheezing. Guro had to lean against the wall for support.

“This is history,” Lauren gasped, wiping fake tears from her eyes.

“You actually made her say it,” Erin wheezed.

Guro just shook her head in disbelief. “I never thought I’d see the day.”

Millie, still fuming, muttered something under her breath before reluctantly posting the video to her Instagram story. The moment it went live, her phone blew up.

Within seconds, Leah Williamson reposted it with a million laughing emojis and the caption: The biggest win of the season.

Beth Mead added: Millie Bright, Arsenal’s newest signing?

Alessia Russo posted it with: She really said it with her chest followed by a crying emoji.

Even Millie’s own England teammates were absolutely roasting her.

“Delete it,” Millie grumbled, burying her face in her hands.

“Nope,” you chirped. “That’s staying on the internet forever.”

She groaned, slumping forward onto the couch. “I hate you so much.”

You patted her shoulder. “I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”

A few hours later, the Chelsea girls invited you to lunch. After the FIFA massacre and Millie’s public humiliation, you figured you deserved a good meal. And for the most part, it was a nice, normal lunch. You were sitting next to Sam, deep in conversation about how adjusting to English seasoning was, when suddenly—

“So, Chickie…”

You froze. That tone. That voice. You knew exactly what was coming.

“No,” you said immediately.

Millie frowned. “I didn’t even say anything yet.”

“I know what you’re gonna say.”

Erin smirked from across the table. “We all know what she’s gonna say.”

Millie ignored her, leaning in with a conspiratorial smile. “Listen, I just think you’d look really, really good in Chelsea blue.”

You groaned, dropping your head onto the table. “Millie, give it a rest—”

“No, hear me out—”

“No!”

“You, Sam, same team again, beautiful reunion—”

“Millie.”

“A club that actually wins trophies—”

Lauren snorted into her drink.

“You wanna get sued for slander?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

Millie just grinned. “All I’m saying is, we can make this happen.”

You turned to Sam, desperate for backup. “Please tell her to stop.”

Sam, sipping her drink casually, just shook her head. “Nah. I already tried and failed. Not getting into this one.”

Millie gasped dramatically. “Sam, you already had your go. Stay out of this.”

The entire table erupted into laughter.

“Sam, come on man.”

“One job, just the one.”

Sam just rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

The next day at training, you were casually chatting with Alessia, Kyra, and Vic about Millie’s relentless recruitment efforts.

“She just won’t quit,” you sighed, shaking your head.

Kyra, nearly choking on her water, laughed. “She’s obsessed.”

Alessia smirked. “I knew she’d try something, but this is actually ridiculous.”

“What’s ridiculous?”

You turned to see Leah Williamson standing a few feet away, arms crossed, her face unreadable.

“Oh, Millie keeps trying to convince me to join Chelsea,” you said casually, completely oblivious to the way Leah’s entire soul seemed to leave her body.

“She what?!”

Kyra, Alessia, and Vic started dying on laughter. Leah on the other hand looked like she was about to have a full-blown panic attack.

You blinked at her, confused. “Yeah, I told her I’m a Gunner.”

Leah stared at you. You, standing there all innocent, all cute, completely unaware of the chaos you had just caused. Something in her snapped— before she even knew what she was doing, she stepped forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I have taught you well.”

Then, without another word, she turned on her heel and marched toward Renee.

You frowned. “Uh… what is she doing?”

Alessia, still laughing, clapped you on the back. “Oh, you’ll see.”

From across the field, you could see Renee’s eyes widen as Leah started talking. Renee’s hands were in the air. She was pacing, looking like she was about to combust. Then, she vanished.

And when she reappeared just before lunch, she looked way too pleased with herself. She plopped down next to you on the bench and grinned. “Just a heads up—there’ll be some changes to your contract soon.”

You frowned. “What? Why?”

Renee just patted your shoulder like you were a clueless child, which you were. “No need to worry about it.”

You were so confused.

By the time you got home, Kristie and Sam were waiting for you, smirking.

“Uh… what’s going on?” you asked warily.

Kristie leaned against the counter, looking smug. “Arsenal increased your release clause.”

Your jaw dropped. “Wait, what?”

Sam shrugged. “They basically made sure Chelsea can’t afford you.”

You blinked. The realization hit you like a truck. “Wait— Leah did this?!”

Kristie and Sam burst into laughter.

You groaned, flopping onto the couch. “Oh my god, I’m never gonna hear the end of this.”

Somewhere, in another part of London, Millie Bright was probably screaming.

[ruesol]

Single dad Toji who brings Megumi along to the gym because he couldn’t find a babysitter last minute (head cannons) (not proof read)

+ Megumi is a growing child, so it’s only natural he starts becoming demanding at the big of five. After noticing how his father chugs his protein shakes, Megumi demands something similar. So with a sigh, Toji mixes milk powder and water in a sippy cup and tells Megumi that it’s his “protein shake.”

+ Megumi demanded to drink his “protein shakes” everyday until he turned seven lol.

+ Toji makes Megumi record him at the gym. It’s so stupid, but it gets a good chuckle out of everyone there. “Daddy, what’s that weird thing you’re doing?”

“It’s called flexing, Megumi. Strong men do it.”

+ Toji for sure asks Megumi to pretend like he’s lost and ask help from pretty strangers so he can score their numbers.

+ Megumi stopped doing that once he gained self awareness.

+ In the beginning, the only reason Toji brought his son to the gym was because there was no one to watch him, but it soon turned into one of their favorite ways to spend time together.

+ Toji never stopped Megumi from climbing on his back whenever he did push ups.

+ Toji def has a mirror selfie of him and Megumi flexing as his phone’s wallpaper

+ When Megumi hits his teen years he asks Toji to set up a workout routine and they workout together.

[turquoisephoenix]

You know how the Mario world seems predisposed to having characters be twins? You know how I said that I see Grubba as Tubba Blubba's uncle, not his father...?

Meet Tuber Blubba, Grubba's identical twin brother. Although they don't really look all that much like twins anymore since Grubba has been keeping himself young and healthy with an incredibly good workout routine that isn't suspicious or monstrous at all.

There wasn't always a rift between these two. They were two happy little peas in a pod until their parents both suddenly died while they were in their teens and left them the family farm in the will, only for the Rougeport banks to come a-knockin' at their door threatening to seize that lovely little patch of land over unpaid taxes and mortgages. Tuber, never much of a fighter, suggested that they cut their losses and move to the Mushroom Kingdom. Grubba, more headstrong and stubborn than his brother, had a wacky scheme - he would compete in a famous Rougeport fighting tournament and use his newfound star power to win back the farm and save the day.

And things seemed to work out for Grubba! He became a star fighter, won back the family farm and turned it into a gorgeous (and tacky) mansion with a swimming pool, and is now rich and famous and beloved by all as he runs a popular fighting ring in the clouds. Meanwhile, Tuber just kinda settled down near the Forever Forest, married another vegetable farmer, and had a big son that gets bullied a lot by the local Boos.

So why does it seem like there's something terribly wrong with his brother...?

[citruswriter]

Hi call me 🥞

I LOVED those Bayverse turtles with a younger turtle sibling, like they actually made me cry 😭

Wondering if maybe we could have more if it's not a problem

In the first movie, after the boys defeat shredder, they find a teen reader locked up and chainged in a room, they later find out it's shredder's child and that they were abused by him (let's be honest shredder would never be a good father). They end up adopting the reader as a lil sibling. 💓😚

Bayverse Turtles x Adopted Younger Sibling Reader

Listen with me! ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▯▯▯

Warnings: Reader is human, Reader is Shredder's biological child, abuse/neglect, sibling death.

A/N: 🥞 nonnie look at me. 👀👀👀 Ur literally so real for this.

Shredder and Krang had been defeated. But left behind, was you. His child. They found you chained in a base ran by The Foot and they took you in. Over your time you grew well and clung onto the boys, searching for the love you so desperately craved. Your demeanor and eagerness reminded them if a certain somebody...

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Leonardo 🧡

He swore it was like he had his younger sibling, just in a different body.

He saw it as the Universe giving him a second chance.

He becomes very over protective of you, constantly wanting to know where you're at.

Not proud of it but he's absolutely manipulated you a few times in an attempt to keep you safe and sound in the lair.

If you call him out on it, he'll get all guilty and quiet before gently telling you about his dead younger sibling.

He'll admit that it's no excuse to manipulate you but to please understand that you remind him so much of them and he's just so scared of losing his younger sibling again.

He enjoys it if you join him in the meditation room. Due to all your trauma caused by your father, learning how to meditate has become a life saver.

You meditate almost everyday now and it's not uncommon that you join Leo or Leo joins you.

You fill a sort of hole in Leo's heart due. He feels as if he can genuinely move on now without feeling guilty.

Still blames himself for his younger siblings death but he doesn't let it eat him up anymore either.

He'll gift you small things of his younger siblings and you he them dear to your heart.

Please be gentle with him, he's secretly a big ole baby and he loves you very much. :((

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Raphael 🧡

Almost immediately takes on the big brother role.

When you show interest in the things he does, he gets all excited on the inside and let's you follow him around.

If you're on the tinier side, this man will absolutely let you climb all over him.

If you're on the bigger side, he'll legit bench press you.

Go to the gym with him, he'll absolutely love it. Will teach you his entire workout routine even if you don't do the whole thing.

Will absolutely challenge you to workout challenges. He'll win, but it's still fun.

The first time he mentions his dead sibling around you, it's a slow night.

He's most likely feeling sentimental, maybe has an old photo album out.

He'll speak about them with high praise and a loving tone. He'll explain that one of the reasons why he adores you so much is because of how similar the two of you are.

He'll most likely introduce you to his therapist at some point and you'll definitely be talked about in future sessions.

He feels a sense of peace around you. As if something he lost was returned to him. It's a nice feeling.

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Donatello 🧡

Isolates himself.

He made peace that his sibling was gone and now you've come around and it's as if that peace was uprooted.

Eventually he warms up to you though. Getting closer with you and letting you sit in the lab chair that his dead sibling once sat in.

He'll even start to share his secret stash of pop tarts with you after a while.

Get interested in whatever he's currently building, he'll love it.

He'll ramble for hours about what it is and will even have you come in and help him, your tiny human fingers being better for smaller components.

You two become an iconic duo. Play pranks on the boys and even Master Splinter, whom you eventually come to call Dad/Sensei as well.

He's allowed to stay up as long as he wants but youuuuuu absolutely are not. You need your rest!

He'll also be one of the first ones to take care of you if you get sick.

The first time he mentions his dead sibling, he actually takes you along with him to their grave. Saying he wants to "introduce" you to them.

Will stalk you but you will never know it.

He can't lose his sibling again.

Unlike Leo though, he won't manipulate you. In fact, he'll encourage your trapezing around in the upper world.

It's ok, he has a tracking device on you as well as all sorts of city cameras. You're safe and sound with his ever watchful eye on you.

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Michaelangelo 🧡

Warms up to you IMMEDIATELY!

It's like he has his best bud back!

Like um, hello?!?!?! Of course he already loves you!

Drowns you will love. Leo actually has to scold him he starts to overstimulate you.

You let him know that it's very much appreciated though and that you just need to "build up your tolerance".

This man is on a mission to introduce you to all his favorite video games, movies, and shows.

Physical affection to the max. Cuddles, forehead kisses, hair ruffling, tickling, it's all there pookie

Loves going up top with you, even if it's only at night.

Will have you try every pizza flavor possible until you find at least 3 you enjoy.

Omnomnom.

Gonna steal your food too. Sorry it's a canon event.

Mikey won't ever bring up his dead sibling around you, if you want him to talk about it then you need to bring it up.

Will get all quiet at first but then he'll tell story after story about them.

The two of you will probably end up giggling over the stories while eating pizza or burgers.

Tells you that he firmly believes that your their second chance and they all live you to bits n pieces.

It's shitty and short, I know. 😭 But I'm like, rlly bad at writing angst or familial stuff. 😭

[burymeinmelodies]

I want to write a fic that’s primarily about Jeannemary Chatur trailing Gideon and Cam to find out their workout routines, but I’m not sure what kind of AU to make it and I’m looking for input.

it needs to be a modern AU because I want Isaac to be a warriorcats kid

It would be cool to have something where the partnership dynamic made sense (I’ve considered ballroom dancing) but this isn’t imperative

what IS important to me is that, like in canon, the teens are systematically on even ground with the adults. Clearly they’re still kids and are treated as such but they do the same things, etc.

It’s a really bad idea for me to think about this rn because I have like ten WIPs but you can’t fight inspiration!!

[leviismybby]

I NEED MORE OF LEVI AND HIS TEEN SON

Heheh I do too here are some headcanons

He is a total mama's boy and it pisses Levi off. He can tell his son a 100 times to do something and he won't but if you do it? He immediately does it and Levi is like "you little shit".

A troublemaker 100%, now he doesn't pick fights often, Levi told him to never start a fight first but if someone else does it? As his dad told him, he fucks them up, lmao. And given the fact that he is an Ackerman, the other kid pretty much stands no chance.

Has tried sneaking out and Levi catches his EVERY single time. "Where the fuck do you think you're going? Back to bed, now. Don't make me tell you again." And his son knows better by now than to talk back but Levi still gets an eye roll.

Levi usually lets you scold him and teach him a lesson if he does something wrong but as soon as he sees that his son gets disrespectful to you, he gets involved. "Don't talk to your mother like that or I'll break all your damn teeth."

The voice change made Levi almost jump out his chair one morning, that was the first time it really hit him that his son was growing up to be a man. They sound almost the same too.

Speaking of the same voice, they look alike, literally the same face and everything but his son has your smile.

Smart but hates to study. Levi's son is the type of person to memorize everything in class, he never studies but always gets good grades.

Now for "the talk" Levi was awkward about it and just kind of blurred it out one night at dinner and his son looked at him. "Dad, I am 16, I know how babies are made."

Levi doesn't like that he reminds him of Kenny sometimes but he never mentions it. It just for some short moments, it's more in his head.

Has his attitude when Levi was younger and Levi doesn't know how to handle it. It's like he is speaking to a mirror, both of them are stubborn so unless you interfere, no one is winning that fight.

He is blunt like his father, you and Levi thought him to be honest and sometimes you aren't sure if that's a good thing because he can be brutal with truth at times.

Despite his attitude, he is still caring, he shows it more than Levi does. He has a lot of respect and love for both of you especially how good of partners both of you are.

Is a good and loyal friend, doesn't really have many friends but those he has he holds close to him.

Sometimes he gets on Levi's nerves just because he can, for one he is taller and that's something he makes sure Levi doesn't forget.

Girls are always an interesting conversation because the girls he likes are nothing like Levi's type was. He sometimes even judges him for it. "That's what you like? Your mother was nothing like that." and his son just glares at him. "You're lucky that mom even liked your 5'2 ass."

Be home by rule never works, he either home before he should be home or he is home way after you or Levi told him to be.

He isn't really into sports since any sport he joined, he was too good at so he just does the workout routine Levi did when he was in the survey crops.

Levi does tell him about his fallen comrades and his son had a lot of respect for his father and the military overall.

Father and son bonding time is usually those late-night kitchen talks, his son knows that his father still isn't much of sleeper so he stays up late sometimes just to have a talk with his dad.

You know about them talking but never tell them. You find it important and cute that they have a talk from time to time.

He is his father's son after all.

[sugurufic]

Yello idk if your request are open but I'm into Gojo and Geto and wanted to ask what are their reaction with a clingy,paranoid and snuggle SO?

Like they're SO loves to cling at them in the morning by the waist with their legs wrapped or holding their hands everything they walk together ❤️

Thank u and sorry for disturbing you

Them with a clingy SO (separately) Gojo

I think Gojo would enjoy a clingy SO, and might just return their clinginess. It’s endearing to a point it’s annoying everyone around them. If his partner wants to touch him or have contact with him all the time, he’s gonna make sure that you guys are touching in some way or the other - be it a hand on your back or your knee, holding hands or the other way around your hand on his back or on his knee or on his arm as you go about mundane tasks. Hugging him from behind as he does anything around the house, following him like a tail. I can definitely seeing him returning the same energy - his head on your shoulder (or the top of your head, if you’re short) while you’re throwing the clothes into the washing machine or cooking something. 

I imagine him setting up the alarm a little 15-20 mins prior to the time you guys have to wake up just to get in some extra sleepy cuddles and enjoying each others warmth.

In case you can’t be together physically, you guys would always text each other little updates of the day - even the most mundane things like drinking water (it’s a lot for some of ya’ll dehydrated folks, i’m aware), or trying a new workout routine, or reaching your destination… you get the point.

Even if you aren’t doing things together, being in the same room or sitting on the couch together with your thighs touching as you do your own work or scroll through your phone. It’s a comfortable silence. Sneaking in cuddle sessions during break times that might just extend a little long if either of you is feeling needy, randomly leaving kisses on the cheeks, neck, knuckles or even each other’s palms. 

He likes that you need him just as he needs you, that you are a person he can always depend on in case of any turmoil. If you are a grade 1 or special grade sorcerer, it’s like cherry on top because you can also understand the pressure on him to be the strongest, the protector of all without him having to say too many words. I feel like during the extra snuggle time he would be the most vulnerable and open to you, talking about his struggles with loneliness (satosugu breakup as well), his unfiltered opinions about everyone, his fears, his declarations of love. 

Gojo is brash, and he can be like that with his partner at times, but that wouldn’t be intentional - and I feel like he’s the type to apologise with kisses and hugs with his sincere words of apology.

Gojo with a clingy SO is perfect 10/10

Geto

Geto is the charmer of the two, he has an expansive vocabulary and knows how to use it well. I feel like he’d enjoy having clingy SO as long as they aren’t too clingy in public. Teen!Geto will love a clingy SO, but Cult Leader!Geto has an image to maintain and you don’t get to be clingy with him during long hours of the day - barely any texts or calls, although you will have way too many pictures with him - of him kissing you, you kissing him, of your hugs, of you holding hands.

Talking about Teen!Geto - he’d be flattered to have to cling to him for emotional support - be it holding hands, constantly texting you, accepting and giving kisses. He loves the way you love him, how your snuggle sessions just manage to slip past the curfew time, how you linger in his arms for a good while before waking up.

He’d be just as clingy if either one of you was about to be sent on a mission, with too many kisses all over and hugs that you melt right into and cuddles with all limbs crossed over. It’s like you are trying to become one person, never wanting to leave with the uncertainty that being a sorcerer brought. Same would be after returning from missions - following the other with at least pinkies intertwined while reporting or getting freshened up.

PICTURES! He’d send pictures if he’s the one on the mission, and if you’re the one sent on a mission he’d be glues to his flip phone like it’s your hand - immediately responding to any of your updates or pictures.

Cult Leader!Suguru loves spending time with his family, who loved them just as much. You are a part of that family, but he loves you differently. If it’s just his family, he doesn’t mind you being clingy at all. In fact, he might even encourage you sitting close to him, or on his lap, or with his arm holding you close. It’s like he's trying to save your touch for later when he’s busy conducting sermons to invite newer monkeys to get their money. 

When it’s just the two of you, these snuggle sessions might turn into moments of shared vulnerability, a confession of fears and plans and desires, and just recharging social batteries. It’s his favourite part of his day, and he absolutely loves it when you plead him in the mornings to stay a little longer - he’ll tell those monkeys that he was having a vision that he had to listen to - and they believe his pretty words pretty easily.

You having his location on your phone doesn’t phase him at all, because he has your location with him all the time. He loves knowing that you want to be with him at all times, but this is the best you two can do sometimes. Facetime whenever possible, texts full of longing when the separation is too long. Having a small sample of each other’s perfume to spray on pillowcases pretending to be the other one - falling asleep on facetime.

Geto with a clingy SO is cute, but might not be able to respond to your clinginess all the time so 7/10

A/N: thank you for this ask, i loved writing this!

[bread0nhead]

The Beauty and the Blast | Chapter Six

Summary: In the spotlight, the world calls her Pulchra. A rising celebrity model who's known for her quick, Infinite Beauty. A quirk that alters a persons perception of beauty, causing anyone who sees her to subconsciously view her as the embodiment of their ideal vison- making her universally captivating. Everyone either wants to be her, or to be with her. From obsessive fans to controlling agencies, everyone wants to own her. While the world sees her as perfect, behind closed doors she's deeply lonely yet craves the silence. He's loud, intense, blunt and more emotionally repressed than an angsty teen alone on Valentines. Everyone sees him for his explosions and strength, but its that short fuse that landed him battling the hardest war yet- public image and the PR team that comes with it.

Notes: Cross posted on ao3 I've been writing this for weeks in a Google doc and in the doc it feels so long. Like I actually wrote a lot and I feel so proud. The time its taken, the number of pages. Amazing. Then I paste my work in here and realize I barely wrote shit. Rating: 18+

You were standing on a riser under bright lighting wearing a sleek tailored suit that had a deep plunge highlighting your sternum. The stylist fussed over you, correcting any loose thread or wrinkled edge. When everything was perfect she took a step back and took in the full picturesque doll before her. Your hair is long and slightly curled. Makeup light but with a bold lip. The stylist smiled like she was admiring her own art. 

“It's perfect. You’re perfect”

You offered a soft faux smile “Thank you”

“And your skin is simply glowing!”

“It's just good lighting.”

“Must be more than that” she brushed a curl behind your ear “Maybe a new love interest?” 

The heel of your left shoe buckled under and you stumbled off the riser but caught yourself before completely embarrassing yourself. 

“I- I’m fine!” Thank god for the makeup, the artificial blush hides the heat on your cheeks. 

The stylist now frantic over the structural integrity of the perfectly pressed suit. 

***

Bakugou had his hands wrapped in elastic bandages as he furiously swung at the punching bag. 

Your touch lingered on his mind, like it burned into his skin. He stayed up too late last night trying anything to distract himself from the thought of you. And when he gave into the temptation, he pulled out his phone and looked through the proofs from the photoshoot. Zooming in on you in every picture. And worst of all, something that makes his stomach turn when he thinks back to last time. He did the unthinkable while staring at one of the photos of you. But the release was the only thing that actually put him to sleep. He swung at the bag even harder, putting some spark behind it. 

“Hey bro, we just repaired this gym!” Kirishima said as he walked in the gym with a big smile on his face. 

Bakugou just ignored him and kept swinging his fists. 

“How was your date last night with your super hot model girlfriend?” 

Bakugou missed the bag that time and it only sent him spiraling and just exploded the damn thing. 

“It wasn’t a date!” There was a long pause and the longer the pause the more Kirishima smiled. “And she’s not my damn girlfriend!” Bakugou was bright red now. 

“But you like her, right?” “Don’t be an idiot.”

“That's not a no.” 

Bakugou side eyed him and went for the free weights. He ignored Kirishima's comment and lifted the weights a few sizes heavier than he usually goes for. Kirishima started his workout routine and they stayed in silence except for the occasional grunting and cussing. “She….wouldn’t go for a guy like me.” Bakugou groans the second that came out of his mouth.

“Bro! Of course she would! Why wouldn’t she?!” Kirishima dropped his weight to listen intently. 

“Are you fucking dence? Look at her and then look at me.” Bakugou hated being vulnerable. But Kirishima is the only person who gets to see this side of him. 

Kirishima listened without commentary.

“Half my body is covered in scars and my arm still isn’t what it used to be. She’s perfect and I’m…” Bakugou didn’t let himself finish his sentence. Just picked up the weights again and pumped harder. 

“Aw common bro, girls love scars! They’re so manly!” Bakugou rolled his eyes and popped his earphones in to listen to whatever angry mental music was next in shuffle. 

Bakugou watched his form in the mirror, drawing most of his attention to his beat up arm. Scars created hills and valleys from his chest to his fingers. Even after years of physical therapy, surgeries, and training. His arm will never perform the way it used to. His hand is too scared over on that arm to produce the same amount of nitroglycerin, making the explosions weaker. That entire side of his body was almost completely covered in the history of the war. 

“Hey asshole!” Himari stormed into the gym, throwing the nearest towel she could get her hands on at Bakugou's head. “Did you forget?!”

He bared his teeth and seethed “What the hell do you want now?! What the hell are you talking about?!”

“The interview, you idiot! It's in two hours!” Himari groaned.

“I didn’t forget! I just…didn’t confirm.” 

Himari was stunned. She dragged her hand over her face. Mumbling how she knew she shouldn’t have trusted him to handle this on his own.

“Please, for the love of my blood pressure. Just go. Be charming- whatever your version of charming is. Brood a little. Say something vaguely tender. And then you can leave.” “I don’t do charming.”

“Fine. Whatever. Be yourself. Just show up and don’t insult anyone while on TV.”

Himari pinched her nose and walked out the door “I need a raise.”

***

Sitting in your dressing room, you scanned over the pre-approved interview questions Jun emailed over to you. It included phrases like: “You and Dynamite share explosive chemistry, how would you describe working with him?”

“Are you two the next power couple in both fashion and hero culture?” “Do you think beauty and violence can coexist?” 

You rolled your eyes so hard it hurt. 

“Bakugou is going to lose it.” 

You opened the folder of the proofs and swiped through each photo. You stopped at the one where you're both nose to nose. You remember the warmth of his touch and the way it made you feel.  Explosive chemistry? Power couple? If that's how other people see you, then how does he?

You closed the folder, chest feeling warm and tight. 

Pulchra will nail the interview. 

But you? You’re terrified. 

[megplant]

Winning & Losing | Tangerine x F!Reader

Summary: Academy for Assassins AU, with Tangerine as the hot, new, mysterious CO. Reader is a legacy student that grew up in the Academy and is used to coming out on top, always. Warnings: None, really. T for Teen for some language and canon-typical violence. A/N: One shot/exploratory blurb for now, but I have lots and lots of ideas in this verse, so if people like it I might flesh out some more of my plot bunnies! I definitely have a slow burn enemies to lovers hidden in my notes for this 'verse. Hope you enjoy!

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Beep! Beep! Beep- 

You reach out and blearily smash your hand over the top of your alarm clock, eventually managing to hit the ‘off’ button. 

5:00 AM glares at you in that insistent red neon, but you only allow yourself a moment to feel the weight of the day ahead. 

With a sigh, you swing yourself out of bed, throwing yourself into your morning routine. 

Every day here is the same; structured, regimented, and strictly enforced. The routines are so rote you could go through most days blindfolded or half-asleep. 

You pad down to the dorm bathrooms in your flip flops, your little pink toiletries basket swinging beside you. A few other girls are up at this hour, but it’s still early for most of your cohort. There’s no line this early, and you’re back to your room quickly to finish getting ready. 

All trainees wear the same uniform, consisting of black cargo pants and black t-shirts or long sleeves. In cold weather, there were full fatigues. You glance out your window as you’re lacing the combat boots, and note the rain with a mild excitement. 

If it was still raining during Basic Combat, you wouldn’t be able to use the outdoor shooting range. That appealed to you since the instructors usually put together competitive exercises when you were stuck inside. Things like sparring tournaments, or tests of strength or skills.

You loved these days for the chance to utterly thrash on your fellow trainees. You always win these things. 

Your early lesson on Current Geopolitics passed by agonizingly slowly, your leg bouncing under your desk with barely contained tension. 

You bound into the gym, dripping and splashing water with every step towards the locker room. The storm outside hasn’t let up, the rain pouring down in sheets. The water bouncing off the hard cement building is loud enough to result in a dull roar echoing through the concrete gym. After a while it dulls into background noise, occasionally punctuated by violent gusts of wind. 

The rest of your cohort begins to filter in behind you, the locker room filling up with more and more girls as you all try to dry off and change. The stragglers are still splashing their way into the locker room while you’re already changed and headed to chat with your CO before warming up. 

You really can’t wait to find out what kind of contest you’ll be winning. 

But your anticipatory smirk falls off your face as you realize Captain Wen is nowhere to be found in the cavernously empty gym. 

That’s the other thing - you realize now as you’re actually taking the time to notice that the gym’s been completely emptied. The workout and fitness equipment is all gone - including the massive acrobatic gymnasium. The climbing wall? Gone. 

You’re frowning and crossing your arms as you take it in - it feels like someone’s been in your house. 

What remains in the echoing concrete space are some mats laid out with others stacked nearby, all ominously on display under the harsh gym lighting. You can see crates stacked together with other various equipment closer to the hangar doors at the back of the building. There are some target practice dummies amongst the pile, but you can’t make much else out. 

The only other thing of interest is the large, old school blackboard on wheels that stands behind the mats. You see your class’ roster neatly chalked into tidy columns, names listed by alphabetical order. 

A few of the other girls are clustered around the blackboard speculating quietly, but most mill around the periphery of the grouped mats. It’s quiet besides hushed whispers, everyone tense and waiting to find out what the hell was going on. 

You stood slightly outside the haphazard circle, arms crossed and foot tapping. You kept your eyes trained on that pile of equipment across the gym, certain you could gleam some clues about what was happening from there. 

“-Harper!” The terse whisper makes you stop in your tracks, already starting to walk in that direction. You pivot around innocently, hands up in surrender when you see Tara, one of your only real friends here, glaring daggers at you and motioning for you to come back. 

You join her at the edge of the mats, offering a sheepish smile. “I wasn’t doing anything!” 

“Liar!” She pokes you in the ribs, making you giggle and elbow her in return. “I’m NOT getting laps or patrol duty in this rain as a punishment for you getting into something you shouldn’t.

You sigh in relenting agreement, beginning to stretch by swinging your arms up and over your head. “Fine, fine - But, I want to know what the hell is going on. Where is Captain Wen? What happened to the gym?” 

You’re trying to keep your voice down so the girls in nearby groups don’t hear, but you’re getting more and more agitated, your voice rising. 

Wen is one of your favorite Officers at the Academy. She’s older; tall and stern with severe features that you’ve only rarely seen warm with a smile. She was one of the only adults who would give you the time of the day as a younger girl, indulging your unending desperation to prove yourself. 

She’d trained you from a young age, teaching you everything from gymnastics to tai-chi with the same rigid discipline she expected from all of her students. Your awkward child body never excusing you from her exacting standards. 

Captain Wen has looked the same since you were a little girl - her tall, lithe body always topped with a severe, silver-haired bun. It occurs to you in a shocking pang that she’s been old for as long as you’ve been alive and it was very possible…

You begin looking around the darkened gym with renewed anxiety, desperate for any clue as to what was going on. 

Thankfully, you didn’t have to wait much longer. The metal doors that connected the gym to the next wing of the Academy proper clanged open loudly, everyone in your cohort falling silent as the figure slowly approached. 

With the only lights on being directed at your small circle in the center of the room, you couldn’t make out the person walking over. They walked briskly, an air of irritation already buzzing about them with each heavy step. 

You have to fight the urge to accost this person with questions as they draw nearer to the group, instead keeping your distance to watch everything unfold in front of you. 

The man - and you can finally make him out as he crosses into the spotlighted circle - is carrying a duffel bag on his back, and holds a bottle of water in his hand. He ignores all of you, slipping between the students to get to the chalkboard. 

He drops his bag on the ground - it sounds heavy, you note - and lets out a long sigh, finally looking over the group in front of him. 

You narrow your eyes as you cross your arms over your chest and look him over from the relative anonymity of your placement at the back of the group. He’s tall and muscular, in a tightly fitted t-shirt and the same black cargo pants you all wore. His hair is cut short, cropped in the same traditional high-and-tight that most men sported here. But he isn’t clean-shaven like all the other men, still sporting an unkempt 5-o’clock shadow that looked days old. You even notice the glint of an earring as he turns to survey the group and feel your mouth drop open. 

The blatant disregard for uniform standards! And he was supposed to be an instructor? 

Before you start exploding with unanswered questions, he finally addresses the class. 

“Right -” He claps his hands together once, hard, making everyone jump. You shoot a look at Tara when you hear his thick, Cockney accent, mouthing what you really think: 

Bad. News. 

“This is Combat Basics. I’ll be taking over for Wen for the time being, here and in Conditioning.” 

Your heart sinks, your fears confirmed. You pipe up hotly from the back-

“What happened to Captain Wen?” 

There’s a few murmurs of agreement, and you can see the new Instructor glancing around to find the source of the question. You don’t move to reveal yourself. 

He clears his throat, looking slightly annoyed. “Dunno. Maybe the old bat finally retired.”

In the middle of your senior year at the Academy?! You suck in air, ready to argue, only to double over wheezing thanks to Tara’s harsh elbow into your gut. 

Spluttering, you look up at her. 

“Shut up, Harper!” She hisses at you, She eyes you significantly, and you know that the matter isn’t dropped, she just doesn’t want you to catch shit from this new guy. You nod at her with an eye roll. 

“Quiet back there!” You hear him snap from the front, frowning at the general restlessness from your section of the group. 

He lets out a long suffering sigh, tilting his head back and pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“All. Right.” He tries again, somehow with even less patience in his voice. “I will be taking over this unit from Wen. This is Combat Basics, so we’re going back to basics.”

He nods at the chalkboard behind him as he continues. “You’ll notice your rankings are gone.” 

You did notice, actually, lips pressed into a thin line with displeasure. That ‘1’ you’re used to seeing next to your name was hard-won and has been even harder to maintain. 

“I want to see what you all can do for myself.” He says, a slight smirk starting to pull at his mouth. “You’ll have real rankings in my class, based on performance alone. I do not play favorites, and I do not care who paid your way into this Academy.” 

You can feel hot shame bubbling up in your chest, swiftly transforming into affronted rage - a much easier emotion to address. Your class rank wasn’t influenced by your relationships with the instructors; It was earned by your personal blood, sweat, and tears over the last 3 years. You didn’t pull all-nighters in the shooting range for months to fix your tendency to pull left just for this chav to come in and demolish everything you’d worked for. 

You want to rip his trashy gold earring right out of his earlobe. 

“Today, you’ll spar each other one-on-one, knockout tournament style. You lose, you’re out. The ten finalists will spar me - not that I expect any of you to win, so the top 10 rankings will be decided on how long you can last.” 

Your teeth grind to stop yourself from scoffing out loud. Who the hell did this guy think he was? 

Getting to the top 10 would have to be your goal for the day, then. Because you really wanted the opportunity to hit this fucking guy. 

“Sir?” A boy pipes up near the front of the group, your brain searches for his name but comes up empty (not a threat, no need to remember). “Do you have a name?” 

A few of the others around him can’t hide their smirks and chuckles, and you roll your eyes. 

His gaze is cold and calculating as he takes in the group of boys. You wonder if he sees what you do - insubordinate, chuckleheads that thrive on adrenaline and don’t take this seriously. Or does he see what so many of the other instructors do? Growing, young men with a zest for life that will excel in their field of inevitable violence? 

“Tangerine. But you all call me ‘Sir’. Understood?”

Gasps and mutters ripple through the assembled students at his name, and you can’t help your own dropped jaw and raised eyebrows. He was infamous, to be sure, and what was he doing here? 

You’d heard of him as a bogeyman. He was supposed to be one of the most brutal, ruthless, and effective agents to ever come out of the Academy. His type didn’t come back to instruct. They lived and died in the field. 

Clearly, he had expected the reaction at revealing his identity, and didn’t seem phased by the shock in your class. He just repeated himself louder, more forcefully. 

“Understood?”

Your class got themselves together enough to chorus a loud ‘Yes, Sir!’ and he nodded once, satisfied. 

“Line up, alphabetically. Let’s get started.”

As things get started, you’re glad of your middle of the pack status thanks to your last name. It saves you from starting in the first rounds and risking tiring out by the time you’d get to spar Tangerine. You’re happy to let the competition thin itself out, as you wait your turn in line. 

Tangerine splits you all into five brackets - no seeding, no consideration for weight class or gender, just going straight down the line of you all. You end up starting in the third round of your group, only having to get through three more students before you can move up into the semi-finals. 

Watching the others, you notice most everyone is playing by the book. You watch the clean sparring happening around you with a look of consternation. They’re all too concerned with beating out each other that they’re missing the real test here. 

Then again, you’ve never given much consideration to the rabble around you - it’s always been a given in your mind that you’re better than them.

He’s the real competitor. 

If you wanted to have a shot at landing a hit on Tangerine, you would need to conserve as much strength and energy as you could. 

Your plan was to play dirty. Go for round-winning moves as quickly and efficiently as possible. You didn’t want to waste your strength on drawn out grappling matches on the mat. 

Tangerine winds his way between mats, observing the brawls without comment. Sometimes he’ll stop and watch a full match, cold blue eyes offering nothing as to what he might be thinking. He just nods at the winner and moves on to the next pair. 

You notice him watching you just as you sink your teeth into the meaty palm of a boy twice your size as he tries to get a hold of you from behind. Your mouth comes away bloody as the boy drops you, and you spit as you get back to your feet, holding his intense gaze. 

He merely raises an eyebrow and continues on to the next group without so much as a word. Your fury at his lack of acknowledgement at you, at your blatant disregard for the rules, drives you to sink your knee into your opponent’s groin as hard as you can, following him down with an elbow to the throat to cut off his oxygen and keep him down. 

You breeze through the rest of your group, coming out ahead in the top 20 students that would now fight for the chance to keep fighting. 

You’re pleased to see Tara also made the top 20, bumping her shoulder affectionately as you both wait for your turns to be up. She gets knocked out before you have a chance to spar with her - and you’re secretly glad. It wouldn’t feel good to pull her hair or scratch at her eyes, and you didn’t want the possible conflict of feelings to get in the way of winning. 

There’s more boys than girls in the top 20, but you can tell that their strength and size has been working against them. Forced to mostly fight each other, they’re beginning to slow down. The punches are packing less heat, the shoves not looking as strong. 

Your grin is razor sharp as you enter the ring against the same cocky boy asking Tangerine’s name earlier. It feels like child play to wipe the smarmy smirk off his face with the heel of your boot. He goes down with a broken nose, blood streaming down his face as his buddies walk him to the infirmary. 

As the others take note of your ruthlessness, they all start to let loose a little more. You’re not the only one with blood on your knuckles by the time the top 10 is settled. 

Tangerine grants you all a ten-minute break before the real games begin, and you take the time to clean yourself up a bit and sit on the cold gymnasium floor with your water. 

Tara sits next to you, examining your knuckles with a medic’s clinical eye. “Why are you pushing yourself so hard? It’s just Basics!” She sounds exasperated, used to your relentless pursuit of perfection. 

You shake your head fiercely, watching Tangerine as he starts warming himself up. “He doesn’t know who I am. And he disrespected Wen. I owe him one.” You tell her, meeting her gaze with a cocky grin. 

She just shakes her head, letting go of your hand with an eye roll. “Well, I guess I’ll be the one patching you up at the end of class today. Again.” 

You both laugh, and you’re glad to have Tara in your corner. She doesn’t understand you, not completely, but she’s here for you anyway. 

Tangerine whistles, loudly, piercing through the quiet chatter of the class and bringing everyone back to attention. “Alright, top ten!” He claps his hands, wrapped and ready for sparring, standing and waiting in the center of the largest mat. “Line up, let’s see how long you twerps last.”

You make a point of taking your time to get in line, wanting to watch at least a few others go first and get an idea of what you’d be working with. You weren’t the only with that idea, either, so you have to stomp on some toes and throw an elbow or two to secure your position at the end of the line. 

Your confidence slips ever so slightly as you watch him plow through student after student. He’s strong and fast, well-trained, and ruthless. You thought you fought dirty, but he’s using every trick in the book if it means winning. 

You watch him go for illegal grabs, jabs in the eyes or throat, sucker punches to the gut. He’s brutal. You know just by this small showing that he is deadly. 

The losers whine and complain as they limp off, licking their wounds. He never says a word in return, just calling “Next!” and making note of how long they lasted. 

Nobody has lasted longer than two minutes by the time it gets to you. 

“Name?” He asks you as you step up. He’s sweating, despite how unfazed he seems on the outside, he is still human after all. 

“Harper.” You respond, dropping into your fighting stance, purposefully dropping the respectful ‘Sir’ that’s expected of you. 

Your heart is racing madly, tension coiled tight in your chest along with the desperation of needing to succeed. You must win. You must survive. 

The timer starts with a beep and nearly makes you jump. You brace yourself, prepared for him to rush you, but he surprises you by keeping his distance. The two of you circle each other warily for a long beat. 

The goal isn’t to beat him, but to last the longest. The other students failed to grasp this, too desperate to prove their strength and prowess. Your strategy is to bait and wait. But he seems to know what you’re up to and is testing your patience to let him come to you. 

A few of the students are starting to catcall now, egging you on -

“C’mon Harper!” “Yeah, get him, Harper!” 

That infuriating eyebrow of his raises again, bringing your blood pressure up with it. Cocky fucking bastard. 

You’re both circling closer and closer, looking for openings. You decide to risk it all by opening with a feint - telegraphing a punch to his nose to disguise the suckerpunch to his gut. 

He surprises you further, catching both wrists with an iron grip even though he was only looking at the fist coming at his face. He clucks his tongue, all sardonic disappointment. “Patience, love.”

You hear the blood rush in your ears, feeling fury starting to overtake your more logical impulses. Is he teasing you?

You repeat a favorite move for when your hands are occupied, bringing your knee up - hard - to connect with his groin. But, he’s already released you and stepped out of your range. You compensate for the imbalance by pushing forward and sweeping a foot to try and catch him off. 

He stumbles, but doesn’t fall, and you try to take advantage of the opening with an upper palm jab to his nose - if it connected, his nose would surely break - but he’s faster than he looks and catches your wrist out of the air. He uses your momentum against you, pulling your arm up and spinning you so you’re trapped against his front in a crushing bearhug hold. 

You grunt, feeling the air forcefully pushed out of your lungs, even as you struggle to keep him from increasing the pressure on your ribcage. 

You swear to god he chuckles under his breath behind you and you see red. 

Your head dips forward and then whips back as hard as you can, resulting in a satisfying crunch of connection. It hurts you just as bad, but stuns him enough that you can break his hold and stumble away. You hear him snarl - the first bit of displeasure you’ve actually heard him voice during these fights - and see him shake his head to regain his bearings. 

That’s for Captain Wen.

He doesn’t look so unaffected anymore, you note with satisfaction. Actually, he looks kind of pissed. Good. 

Or maybe not so good, you think, as he careens at you with much less poise than before. 

Your wait and bait strategy finally comes into play now that he’s finally on the offensive - he wants to hurt you, you realize with a cold pang of fear as you dodge and weave between fists and jabs with the power of a semi-truck behind them. 

You block the hits you can’t dodge, and you feel the impact of every damn one rattle your bones.

Your breath comes in short, panicked bursts as he forces you further and further back to try to keep out of his range. Soon you’ll come up on the edge of the mat and you refuse to be disqualified for something as common as stepping out of bounds. 

You duck under an incoming fist, darting fast to the side and trying to get behind him. You send a targeted nerve strike to where his kidneys live - usually an instant downer for bigger guys than him - but he just roars and turns, grabbing at you to pull you down where he’s instantly on top of you. 

He’s calculated, even in his rage, sitting on your knees so you can’t kick out and pinning your hands down with all his strength. You struggle in the hold, but as the student assistant starts counting, you fear it’s in vain. 

He even keeps your hands pinned at your sides, leaving no flesh close enough that you can bite. No dirty tricks to help you here - you just aren’t strong enough. 

The crazed look in his eyes starts to fade as the count continues, and the calculating look returns. Like he’s seen what he needs to, and has come to his consensus. The shame and fury battle hotly in your chest and your nostrils flare with impotent rage. 

As the student calls “...8…9…10!” you hold Tangerine’s steady blue gaze with your own. And spit right into his face, hovering above yours. 

To his credit, he keeps the hold until the count is done, some of that fury settling back into his cold gaze. That feels better. He releases you when it’s all done, standing up nonchalantly, wiping his face with the hem of his shirt. 

The student assistant hesitates, but calls out the time. “Almost three minutes!” 

The class crowded around, watching the intense match, all burst out in shouts of joy or disappointment. Some are happy to watch you win, others mad that they didn’t last as long. 

You stand up and give a mock bow to the class, pumping your fist for your fans. Tangerine just watches you, arms crossed. He waits for the class to settle down before speaking. 

“So - Winner -” He addresses you, voice dripping with derision. “What was the lesson today?”

Put on the spot, still flush with adrenaline, you aren’t sure what he’s looking for. “Sir?” You question between heaving breaths.

He looks annoyed, like he thought you should know the answer easily. He speaks again, slow and measured. The class is hanging onto his every word. 

“You seem to be the only one who understood from the start. Was this class really just about rankings?”

That fucking eyebrow lifts again, a dare in a facial expression. Your eyes widen, surprised to realize that he was watching you from the start. 

“No, sir.” You reply, trying to force your labored breathing back to normal. You aren’t totally sure what he’s fishing for, but you decide to be honest. “It’s about winning.” It’s always been about winning for you.

He gives one nod, an affirmative. “And what happens - out there - if we don’t win?” He prompts. He wants more from you.

The answer hits you like a truck. “We die.” 

The class is silent, taking it in. The atmosphere of camaraderie and fun competition has quickly evaporated, leaving you all feeling like vapid, silly children. 

“That’s right. Win, or die.” He addresses the whole class, gaze sweeping across the group before he moves back to the chalkboard. He marks a ‘1’ next to your name, but leaves every other space blank. 

It couldn’t be more effective than if he put a literal target on your back.

Tangerine holds your gaze as he gives a final nod of approval. “Class dismissed.”