#ah well. i know there are things i can do they're just not glamorous

[trans-cuchulainn]

okay i've finished rewatching pride now i will stop having feelings all over your dash

[darkfictionjude]

Random skit:

"Welcome to darkfictionjude blog!"

"At this side" points to a large group blushing and some having horns and tails. "we have the thirsty readers"

"Ah! Don't fear that dark impressionist side over there. It's just our fellow Sam the nymph, Sammy just got some horror creativity, a cute dork~"

"Looking at your right * point to a large and open space, seemingly like an ágora* you can see Sallylovers and at their side Imremancers. They usually have a close bond 'cause for not having sally some go to the imre camp"

"Going more to the left" *A vast camp with roses, and in the center a big leafless tree being watered by some grey beings with sunglasses come to your vision* we have Lorcanmancers. They're a cute breed, but don't be deceived by their looks: they can pick their torches and weapons to fight whoever kick their wet meowth meowth"

*Lead to a big lobby that has some artifacts* This is where the named nonnies are. They seem like their grey counterpart, but they are somewhat different, as you can see. *Point to a grey being with a book in hand, you can hear a faint sound of gears clicking and the book in their hand are being write-down, the pages passing as the letters fill the page* This one is the etymology nonnie, an sweet over analyzer. Let's go to the next part.

"Oh! You are curious about the cassino at this side? It's where the Percynickels work hard to get the green for their favorite gremlin. What can we do when his antics moves people around? They usually are in the carrousel thou"

* A sudden light flash can be seen in the horizon* "Come on, follow me!" * As you came near, you can see a camera emoji* That is selfie, Selfie is an old reader of the blog, a cute sweetpie. Come, wave at selfie~" * The camera emoji began to fade, and a sudden commotion began

"PLEASE! Donnot be afraid!! These people walking past us with shields and waraxes are Niamancers. They seem like they can kill you... well, they actually could kill you, so thinking some more, be a little afraid.... At least they don't attack unprovoked. Just don't attack their ice queen, and you will be safe. Their natural habitat is right there. " * points to a glamorous castle with impenetrable security* "They got some malicious comments, and this experience made them willing to become warriors, they are a growing group, but often stays where our eyes can't see"

* Walking a little further, you get near a bunker entrance, the guide knocks in some sort of code until the door is open by a grey being with armor* These little ones are the Orlalovers... for some sensitive reasons, they always are in the hide, you know, for their security *the door sunddely close and the spearker dodge a pickaxe* like I said.. security : 3 "

"... Our tour is sadly coming to an end T T... I hope you like it so far. This place is safe to be around, like even with the torches, rose thorns, weapons and etc, you can talk about a lot of things and laugh about all the situations or analyze every character behavior, respectfully hate and love, like: here is awesome! *you are now before a huge door, carved with beautiful scripts that seem like otherworldly letters* And last but not least TADA!

*When the door opens, you are welcomed by a big room filled with books, DVDs, and a comfortable sofa right in front of a 42' TV. The tour guide goes to one of the book shelves, they pick the first book of the first row, the ninith book of the second row, the eighth book of the fourth row and the fourth book of the fifth row, you hear a mechanism and the shelf moves outward like a door, inside you see a banner that goes from a wall side to the other writed-down:

"JUDENATION RISE"

"HERE is where our secret organization meets. we discuss a very important subject: "What cute thing did sweetie Jude have done today?" And "Did Jude make an RO like her today?"

I am sleepy, but: I love your blog, Jude. Everyone is so cute, especially you, lovely big evil Jude, you can do your worst, and the JudeNation will still persevere in their claim.

XoXo

and if i said i hate being called cute💀😭

Apart from that this is a very well-thought out skit hahaha I feel like the horny readers can be found in every section though, they move everywhere they're like a virus

The Sam mention hahaha and they're called a cute dork, I guess they keep getting secret admirers

Question: is it true that Sallymancers and Imremancers have a close bond and some of you go there because you can't have Sally? (when sally is the dollar store version of imre)

You know an RO liking is basically incest since I'm technically their mother 😌

[statementlou]

I'm so angry

https://twitter.com/luxurry369/status/1692616500937445494?t=CcqY4FZeImbum-MIriGIEg&s=19

ah yes the Shade band situation. Well. Here's the thing. Yes this is annoying and shitty and I like this post pointing out that even aside from the things he said about Louis he's just being a fucking dickhead, fuck this guy. But like the thing is, all this kind of thing is doing is picking out the guys who are too stupid to keep their mouths shut and acting like they're the problem and everyone else is great; the fact is that that scene is shitty, has a culture of needing to knock down people like Louis to feel cool, and is misogynist as hell and it's NOT JUST THE ONES WHO GET CALLED OUT. Louis is bringing this world into our world and us into that world, and while I love the music and ultimately I think THAT world will benefit from it, I dislike seeing a bunch of young women who follow an artist who they CAN trust and feel safe with potentially thinking that all the other dudes are like that too unless there's a specific call out. Because as a now older person who spent my entire youth hanging around (mostly straight) guys in bands were trying to leverage their status as someone who managed to figure out how to play an instrument and trying to be cool (I mean they were trying to be cool, but yeah them and me both for sure), most of them are VERY MUCH NOT LOUIS and I wouldn't trust them as far as I could throw them- not this band, but not the guys in his other openers either you know? Like the idea that being good at music means someone is interesting in any way other than being good at music, which is actually a fairly neutral personality trait, is really common but uh just not true, cultural glamor aside. What I find interesting tbh is how even the people who still very much think this about Louis, and yeah who probably talk lots of shit, are coming crawling around for crumbs now- it wasn't like that a couple years ago but they're starting to realize it's not really in their interest to say those things publicly or defend them and I love to see it. The tide has turned and as usual when he's in charge of making things happen, it's turned in Louis' favor; smart people will hitch their wagon to his and shut the fuck up, and the rest? Byeeeee

[sugars-fluffy-escapes]

Chosen Family

Peter3 x LGBTQ!Reader (Platonic)

SFW; Hurt/comfort, angst to fluff, platonic love

Words: 1646

Summary: After coming out to your immediate family, you find yourself fleeing home and seeking comfort from your best friend, Peter, who sets out to remind you of your worth, and show you that family isn't inherently defined by blood.

Warnings: Discussions of family being anti-LGBTQ+ including implications of cissexism and heterosexism (nothing descriptive, but please do not read if you think it might trigger you. Your wellbeing comes first), unsupportive family, self doubt, crying, implied d*sphoria, swearing, comforting playful tickles courtesy of Peter Parker

DISCLAIMER: This drabble was a request and I felt it was very important that it be the next fic I post. In NO way is this meant to glamorize or make light of situations where coming out does not go well. These situations are real, they're scary, and they can be very dangerous for the person coming out. I hope that this fic can offer comfort to my fellow LGBTQ+ people who don't have acceptance or support from their families. You are not a mistake, you are not a burden, and you are inherently deserving of safety, support, and love, whether you are out or not. This blog is and will always remain a safe space for you. Take care <3 

Peter hadn't been expecting anyone so late in the evening. His ears had been so tuned in to the sound of the rain falling against the fire escape outside of his apartment... so tuned in to the scratching of his pen on his notebook... so tuned in to the silence of the room... so used to the busy sounds of New York in the streets below that the honking of car horns and mundane chatter didn't bother him much. It felt oddly comforting to him.

As he continued writing, cross-legged from his place in the corner of the room, upside down as he stuck to the ceiling, the sudden frantic knocking on his door startled him. He was swiftly sent falling to the floor with a loud thud, groaning at the impact of his body against the hardwood and not-so-soft rug.

With a sharp exhale, he shook off the pain and jumped up, rushing himself to the door when he heard the knocking a second time. Upon gently swinging open the door, his face contorted with worry. "Y/N...?"

There you stood, soaked from the rain, shivering head to toe, holding a suitcase in one hand, another bag in the other, with the straps of a backpack visible on your shoulders. "Hi, Peter. Sohorry for the surprise. I... didn't know where else to go..." You were trying hard to stay in good spirits, but your laugh was hollow, and try as you might to keep the corners of your mouth curled into a smile, they'd fight their way back down.

"Y/N- don't... don't apologize," Peter insisted. "What happened?"

"I... I came out... to my family..." 

That was all Peter needed to hear to understand that things had not gone well. He could see your red and puffy eyes, still glassy from what must have been hours of crying. Without hesitation, he ushered you into his apartment, helping you with your bags and offering you the privacy of the bathroom to take a warm shower and change into dry clothes.

While you were in the bathroom, Peter set to work preparing the his room with fresh blankets and pillows, before putting the kettle on to boil, intent on making your favorite hot drink. After he'd gotten the mugs from the cupboard (and after nearly dropping one), Peter walked down to the bathroom. His hand raised to knock on the door, but only managed to get one tap on the wood with his knuckle before the door had opened, causing you two to jump at each others' presence.

Despite your spiked heartbeat, you let out a chuckle for the first time that day. "Peheter!You scared the hell out of me!"

"Sohorry! I... just wanted to let you know that you're taking my room for the night." The tiniest smile formed on Peter's lips as he swiftly interrupted what he knew would be protest on your part. "Ah ah ah! Nope, don't you start. Don't even."

"I didn't even say anything yet!"

"You were gonna insist on taking the couch, weren't you, bug?" That question had you closing your mouth and exhaling through your nose.

"And what about it, Parker?"

"I will be sleeping on the couch. You're my best friend and my guest, you get the bed." 

You quickly concluded that this was an argument you were most definitely not going to win, so you conceded, but not before you reached up and ruffled Peter's hair. "HEY!" His exclamation made you grin, but he could still see the pain and hurt in your eyes, and his own smile slowly fell.

"Peter...?"

"Do you want to talk about it?" Your friend's eyes were soft, brows knit ever so slightly. "You don't have to if you don't want to... But I... I'm here to listen... if you need someone to listen..."

Peter's words were genuine, and you could feel your throat tighten with the urge to cry again. As much as your mind had been telling you not to, as much as your mind had been echoing the horrid words of everything your family had said to you, you nodded, lips pressed together while you fought to hold back your tears.

It would be another half an hour before the two of you sat down together in the living room. Your eyes were puffier than before, and Peter knew the crying had continued in the thirty minutes he'd been finishing up the drinks. He set the two mugs down on the coffee table with utmost caution and care, before using one of his web shooters to grab a box of tissues from another corner in the room.

"Dihid I ever tell you that I accidentally launched stuff toward my face a couple times when I was still mastering these things?" You graciously took the tissues, the quietest laugh leaving your lips. Peter plopped down onto the couch and turned to look at you. "Alright. Whenever you feel ready, you have the floor. I'm all ears."

With a shaky inhale that was far too shallow to count as a proper deep breath, you began to tell Peter everything. From your initial announcement to your family, to the expressions on their faces, to the horrific things they'd said, to how it made you feel and how it had shattered a part of you. Peter listened to every word, and felt his heart ache when you accepted the embrace he offered you, and sobbed into his shirt.

When the tears had stopped, and the mugs were empty, you rested your head on Peter's shoulder. He looked over at you, having noticed you blankly staring at the wall far ahead of you.

"Y/N...?"

"I couldn't keep doing it, Peter... I couldn't keep pretending to be someone I wasn't... It ate away at me..."

"I know it did, Y/N... I know..."

"Knowing that I don't even have support from my family... My own family... Is blood really thicker than water like they say it is...?"

Peter offered his hand to you, and gently squeezed it. "No... Not always... But... chosen family can be."

"I don't even have one of those-"

"You have me," Peter stated. "We've been friends for years and that won't change. I'm here for the long haul, bugs."

"P-Promise...?"

"I promise. Swearin' on my spider suit. You're stuck with me, Y/N."

The faintest traces of a smile appeared on your face, and upon seeing Peter's confused expression, you fought the urge to grin, wiping the remains of your tears on your sleeve. "More stuck than the fifty times you've gotten stuck on the ceiling?"

"Fifty- FIFTY?? It was not that many."

"You're right! I've merely counted the time that I've witnessed it. The true count's probably three hundred-twenty or something- PFFHAA!" Your sudden exclamation had been the result of Peter squeezing your side.

"Wanna run that number by me one more time, smartass?"

"Peheter," you warned, unable to suppress your giggles.

"PeEetEeRrrr~" Your friend repeated back mockingly. "I think it's about time I got a real good laugh outta you. Don't you think so?"

Though you let out a yelp when your best friend pulled your torso across his lap, you made no effort to sit up, instead opting for half-heartedly shielding your sides while still openly giggling.

"You're really bad at hiding how giddy this makes you."

"Fuhuhuckihing shuhuhut ihihit, arachnid boy!"

"Annnnnnnd strike threee!" Peter declared, moving your hands aside with ease and gently clawing at your ribs. "THEHERE'S THE CACKLE!"

"PEHEHEHETEHEHERRRR!"

You couldn't recall the last time you had laughed so freely and loudly. There was little to say as Peter began laughing with you, the corners of his eyes scrunching up with mirth. A triumphant, slightly condescending giggle echoed from your throat when you successfully caught the one and only Spider-Man off guard by gently digging your fingers into his sides. "SHIHIHIIT! NOHOPE! OH NO YOU DON'T~"

The giggling man quickly gained the upper hand in your short-lived tickle fight by trapping your legs in his grip and aiming for the spots around your knees. By the time the two of you had grown tired, your core ached from laughing so much, but for that moment, some of your heartache had been eased by the love and support of your closest friend.

"Youhou should know by now that I always win tickle fights." Peter teased with an impish smile.

A playful, dramatic scoff was your response to his comment. "I wonder why? Not like you cheat with your super powers."

"Nohohot my fault the spidey senses kick in!"

Your mind and body were exhausted from the day, so you opted to retire to bed for the night, but not before hugging Peter tightly and thanking him for supporting you.

"Bugs, it's what chosen family does," he stated. He pressed his lips together as he contemplated whether or not to ask you what he'd been wanting to.

"You good, Peter...?"

"Y-Yeah, uh... well... Aunt May's stopping by in the morning... Would you, maybe... wanna talk...? To her...? When she does?" His voice was soft and inquisitive, and he patiently awaited your answer.

Peter didn't need to ask the question with much detail or elaboration for you to know what he meant. "Y-Yeah... actually... I think that would be good..."

"Great! You're like her second kid, you know."

After saying goodnight to each other, both of you settled in for the night. Though you had no idea how the next several months would be, and though the pain of how your family had reacted to your coming out was still fresh, you could trust that Peter and his support would remain a constant in your life, and that thought made you feel a little less scared about not knowing what was ahead.

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Back into the writing game I go!!! 🥳 I have missed y'all so much and I hope this drabble will bring comfort /gen /lh

I'm feeling better and more inspired 🥹

~ Ushu 💖 (/p)

[vampireninjabunnies-blog]

Shadows

@redreart

Joseph SeedxEsther

The early morning mist filled the air as Joseph walked through the compound. Faith had mentioned that a few members of his congregation were ill. They were being housed by themselves so it wouldn't spread in such tight quarters. Illness wasn't new to Eden's Gate. Rearing its head every now and then since they came to Hope County. Still he wanted to be sure they were on the mend. It pained him to see his followers unwell.

He stepped into the barracks expecting to find them alone,in need of comfort.

"Esther?" He cocked head to one side. Surprised to see her there, feeding soup to a sick woman.

"Good morning Joseph." She turned to him, smiling brightly. The sun shining in her hair through the open window.

He was caught off guard by how pretty she was. He'd seen the women John usually associated with. Tall, slender, athletic women. Gorgeous everyone of them. Esther was a surprise when she came. Still thin, but tiny. Fuller in the bust and hip, softer. Not at all glamorous or sophisticated. Just pretty, in a simple sort of way he honestly didn't think John was capable of appreciating.

He pulled over a chair and sat down beside her. "I didn't expect to see you here. Especially with John busy all day elsewhere."

It was true. She never came to the compound alone. It had been nearly a month since John had proposed and her visit had become a permanent stay. Despite the future nuptials she had not joined the project but she hadn't rejected it either. Whenever she was present she just seemed to watch,observe. As though trying to work something out in her head. Much in the same way she watched him now.

She laughed lightly. "No I imagine not. I heard some people were sick up here. Thought I'd bring some soup and lend a hand."

"Most people who aren't part of the project don't come here."

"Cause they don't want to or cause they're not welcome?" The corner of her mouth twitched into a knowing smirk, her eyebrow raising.

He hummed in a descending pitch. "Perhaps a bit of both." He admitted.

Noticing the woman in front of her had fallen asleep she put the bowl down and turned to face him directly.

"It bothers you that I haven't joined Eden's Gate." It wasn't a question but a simple statement of fact. Certainty written on her face. He wondered if she was quite so straightforward with everyone. She'd seemed fairly naive when she arrived, but he'd been observing as closely as she had this past month. She knew full well what Eden's Gate was and he knew it.

But she didn't seem frightened of it in the least. Instead she was eager to help but still apprehensive to join. The contradiction intrigued him.

"I'm not entirely sure why you're here. I know John had said he would go back to Atlanta with you if you wanted." Irritation flashed momentarily across his face. "So why stay when you clearly have reservations about what we're doing here?"

"Ah I see." She nodded, understanding. "It's not really what you're doing so much as...how."

"So you believe in the voice and me?"

She pulled the blankets around the sick woman's shoulders. "I don't know honestly. John does, wholeheartedly. But then again John believes a lot of things that aren't true. Mostly about himself."

He leaned in closer meeting her gaze, his voice barely above a whisper. "So what do you believe?"

"I believe you mean well." She stood widening the distance between them. Uncomfortable with his invasion of her space. "And that you love your congregation and your brothers."

He looked up at her as she continued. "But it's easy for the shadowy corners of things to consume them. Eden's Gate can be a good thing if we don't let the shadows grow. Besides I love John. And he needs to be with his brothers."

He stood and stepped toward her. At over a foot taller, he seemed to loom as he craned his neck slightly to look down at her.

"Shadows?"

"Yes shadows. Shadows that lurk in John, Jacob-"

"Me?"

"All of us. So yes you." She glanced over at the sick people in their beds. "They love you. All of them. And that's a good thing. It can chase those shadows away. Keep the project the good thing you mean it to be."

Her expression was soft, hopeful. Whether she believed he spoke to God or not she did believe Eden's Gate was good, that he was good at the core. The defensive edge he'd felt faded, chastising himself for it. Too accustomed to Jerome's judgements he had taken her words as accusations. But there was wisdom in them, a gentle warning. That all he'd built could be lost if he wasn't careful.

"The love here is a good thing. Love is the closest we ever come to divinity. So as long as it's here, the project will be fine."

She smiled up at him again before turning to leave. "I should go." Stopping briefly to turn him. "I don't want to take anything from you Joseph. I hope you know that."

He watched as she left, pondering her presence in their lives. His flock was fond of her, and since her arrival the people of Holland Valley seemed more comfortable with their presence. Even Jacob seemed gentler, less plaqued by his demons. And of course John. He was kinder, his mask put aside. The sins he struggled with, not gone but fading.

The Voice would speak to him eventually, to tell him her place in their garden just as it had told him John and Jacob's. It seemed that perhaps she'd been sent to help him light the way to New Eden. He wasn't sure. So until her path made clear he'd wait and see.

[islandiis]

What's a media trope that you can't stand, be it overplayed or downright stupid?

Oh. I have a lot of these, actually. [He looks a little sheepish, rubbing a hand over one arm.] I-I read a lot, so...

I don't like it when, and I usually see this from guys towards girls but it does go both ways — when someone rejects someone else's advances, and they won't quite take no for an answer or keeps pestering them or something and it eventually changes their mind. Like, I don't know. It feels weird to me? I don't like that.

I don't like this whole idea of like. You know when someone keeps something from their friend or party member or whatever and there's this whole 'how could you keep this from me?' speech? Like, yeah, sometimes that's fair — but sometimes it's not! Sometimes these things don't need to be shared, and I feel like sometimes this is overused in places where it's actually pretty reasonable for secrets to be kept. This one varies, I guess, but I feel like there's not enough nuance sometimes and it's just wasted.

There are some that are like, okay, they're kinda uncreative and overdone but I guess can be done in interesting ways — like your "doomed mentor", especially in fantasy.

Oh! I dislike the way women are portrayed in a lot of fantasy stuff. Whether it's having to change how they fit into kind of your 'gender roles' - either being more masculine or more feminine, in order to become a warrior or something. Though, it seems like in recent years that's been changing a bit, which is nice. I also don't like this whole, what do you call it, 'not like the other girls' trope? Sorry, but I just think it's... well, I know it's not unrealistic, but I don't like it. I don't see why there's this need to constantly put other people down. Also, there's a lack of diversity and representation in a lot of media, but that seems to be changing a bit, too?

I think a lot of conflicts in media could be resolved by people just, like, talking. Just communicate! I promise it'll solve a lot of troubles you're facing. You know?

I also think this one swings both ways — [He blushes slightly, and appears to withdraw, waving his hands sheepishly.] Ah, I'm rambling. But, last thing — I think this one swings both ways: On one side you have this 'gritty realism' which can be done really well - like, I like it in a lot of fantasy settings? - but a lot of the time I feel like authors use this as just a way to throw in super dark stuff with no real... care? Like, some subjects do need to be written with care — you don't have to avoid them, but you shouldn't just throw these things around like they're nothing just to "set the tone", you know? And I love dark themes. I just think there's a middle ground; you can set the tone but not have people out doing terrible stuff for literally no reason whatsoever, other than just to be, I don't know — edgy? But! On the other end of it — I don't think including darker themes is inherently supporting or glamorizing them. I've heard that a lot. It's all just about how it's done, I think, the care and respect that goes into it. And people on both sides of this argument will always complain but I think you just need to have some nuance and be respectful of people's real-world experiences.

[He huffs a little laugh, and rubs at the nape of his neck.] I, uh, I talked way too much there. I'm sorry.

[itsmykindoflove]

I won't be able to let you go.

Genre: mature, a little angst

Words: +1.1k

Disclaimer: mentions of sex

Note: if you're under 18, do not read it.

When they say dating a famous artist is not easy, believe it. There are a lot of things behind the glamor that a lot of people don't think will happen to them if they date a singer or actor. I thought the same when I was asked to date by an idol.

Rumors of betrayal, gossip magazines, jealousy, fans who cross the line and invade their privacy, homesickness, having to keep dating a secret or lack of time. Of all these, the lack of time and the incompatibility of schedules that resulted in homesickness were the reasons that shook our relationship.

My boyfriend had just arrived from a mini trip to a neighboring country and I had to go back to my home country in week after. It had been a year and a half since I had seen my parents and friends, so I needed to go back. So, doing the math, we would have five days to be together and enjoy each other's presence.

Knowing that I would be away for two months, he and his friends organized a farewell party in their dorm. Nothing too big, just drinks and snacks while we listened to music and made small talk. It was impossible not to have fun with those boys, they seemed to have a screw loose, or rather, they only shared the same neuron.

-Do you want to sleep here today? –he asked sitting next to me on the floor. His hand was never away from me for too long.

-I can't, I have a meeting at eight o'clock tomorrow via Zoom. I have to go home.

-Okay, I'll take you home, just say when you want to go.

Looking at the clock, I saw that it was almost one in the morning, so I told him that in half an hour we could go. He agreed, and went to his room, asking me to wait a while.

-Argh, I really didn't want to leave. –I said sullenly.

-Why? -One of his friends asked.

-Living here made me so well, my health has improved a lot. Having to go back to my country makes me have to face problems that I wouldn't want to remember.

-You should stay then. – another said.

-If it were that easy, I have my family to meet, work things to sort out... The company don't know if I'm going to come back here or if they're going to send me to another country.

-Serious? And what about your relationship?

-I don't know, I haven't told him yet. But I'll talk later this week and...

-What are we going to talk about? –Holding a bag in his hand, he entered the room.

-Nothing important. –I omitted, standing up on impulse. –I think we can go now.

I said goodbye to the other boys, promising them a farewell dinner at my apartment, nothing but food from my country. Needless to say, they were all incredibly excited.

-Is it okay if I sleep with you today? –he asked as he drove to my house.

-Ah, now I understand the bag. Your clothes are here. -he laughed. -Of course you can, you don't even have to ask.

Arriving at the apartment, I asked him if he wanted something to eat and he said he just wanted to lie down with me and talk. And that's what we did, until I felt the need to bring up that subject.

-You know, I need to tell you that I don't know what will happen after these two months.

-How come?

-The company doesn't know if they keep me here or if they send me somewhere else.

-Hum... Are they going to give you the answer after that time? –he asked and I agreed.

He took a deep breath. And as if trying to think of a solution, we were silent for a while.

-Let's not think about it now, uh? Let's think about it when the time is right. Breaking up is not an option for me. I've already told you that you're going to have to deal with and take care of me for the rest of your life, you're going to see me lose my chocolate abs, my hair fall out from bleaching and my fans leave me for some younger idol. –I slapped his arm lightly, scolding him.

-Ok then, let's talk about it later. –I placed a light peck on his lips.

-Look, I was holding back, but now that you kissed me I'm going to take it with consent. -he turned me, getting on top of me and kissed me passionately. His hand was lifting the hem of my shirt when I remembered the meeting the day after.

-Babe, I have a meeting tomorrow morning. I need to be rested. -Hearing that, he complained softly and got off me.

-I already have a solution, resign and come be my staff. This way I can see you all the time and we can run away when no one is looking, if you know what I mean. – he joked. It didn't take long, and we ended up sleeping hugging each other.

The next morning my cell phone rang at 7 am. I dressed as best I could, and ran to the meeting, I kept my pajamas underneath, no one would see me anyway. We tried to resolve all issues and reports as quickly as possible, so everyone could go back to bed or party, in some cases.

The smell of breakfast coming from the kitchen was delicious. When leaving the bedroom-office, I had the beautiful vision of my boyfriend's naked back, I couldn't resist giving him a hug from behind.

-The smell is excellent.

-As always, you know I cook well.

-When nothing burns, yes, you do. –I joked and he pouted.

We ate in silence, that cozy silence that was only possible with him.

-Shall we go back to bed? Thank God it's Saturday.

-Yep, but I’m not being able to sleep much. I have a meeting at eleven.

I pulled him by the hand towards the bedroom and threw him on the bed, sitting on top of him.

-We won’t sleep, silly. -I said and saw my favorite smile form on his face. I placed kisses and small bites on his neck, knowing that was what made him weak. His hands firmly gripped my hips as I moved them back and forth slowly, just the way he liked.

-Oh, you're really going to resign. -his voice was starting to shake and get deep. -I won't be able to let you go.

Laughing in his ear, for a second I entertained the his idea, but I couldn't help but think of all the years of study and hard work to get my position at that company. It would be hard to let go of everything, but it was even harder to stay away from him. Away from his sly ways in the morning, away from his kiss, away from the broken humor he had, away from the funny way he tried to seduce me, away from his hands and hips that worked just as well on stage as they did on me. In that moment, both of us being in sync, body and soul. I prayed I wouldn't have to be away from him, ever.

[existslikepristin]

Yexercise

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

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

~~~~~

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, Red Velvet?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah. Why don't you?

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

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

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

~~~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You laugh. "Yeah, why not?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You could put me in a bed.”

“Snappy one. I like it.”

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

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

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

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

“You can eat me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Four? Feeling hungry this morning?”

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

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

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

Smooth, you think.

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

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

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

“Personal, private gym?” you ask.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Options for Part 2:

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

~~~~~

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

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

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

“I was, you know.”

You hesitate…

“No! I don’t know! What?!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s not all I want to do.”

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

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

“I’m all for it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh. Uh, sure."

"Like, draw blood."

"Excuse me?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tired?” you ask anyway.

“I also want to try pet play.”

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

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

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

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

“They are varied.”

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

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

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

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

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

~~~~~

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

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

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

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

You moan your agreement into another kiss.

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

You moan your “Huh?” into another kiss.

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

So it seems she plans on you working out too.

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

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

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

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

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

You stand above her, unsure how to respond.

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

“Uh, no?”

“What?! That’s like, a classic!”

“Is that one of yours?”

“Yes! You haven’t heard it?!”

“You just called your own song a classic.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why? Didn’t you like that?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Seems like you’re having fun, huh?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“More?” she asks this time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You calling me a liar?”

“Of course not. Why would I do that?”

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

She makes a valid argument.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ssshut up.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yup. Definitely something like that.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, which you did.”

“Did you cum?”

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

“Do you want to?”

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

“Challenge accepted then.”

She raises her eyebrows at you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You nervous?”

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

“Uncomfortable maybe?”

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

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

“Good enough for me.”

“Good enough huh?”

“Yup.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Y-yup."

"How many left?"

"Three."

"Five."

"What the fu--"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So I keep going, eh?"

"Mmmfffmm."

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

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

"How do you feel?" you ask.

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

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

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

"Woah! Noted. Nice."

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

"Good to hear. I enjoyed it too."

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

Ummm… is it fair?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh god,” Yeri manages to say.

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you think was different?”

“I don’t know… the clit stuff maybe?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The two of you smirk at each other.

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

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

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

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

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

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You point up at the pilates setup and Yeri laughs.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You easily follow her instructions.

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

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

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

“Oh yeah? What’s the hard stuff?”

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

“Aw, why not?”

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

“Wow, I’m that good of a fuck?”

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

The two of you share a chuckle.

“So how long do I hold this?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shoot.”

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

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

“Four?”

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

“But you’re not into it?”

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

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

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

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

“A T? Like the letter T?”

“Exactly.”

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

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

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

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

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

~~~~~

"Nope! In fact, tell me more!"

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

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

Right?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Damn, why?"

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

"That sucks. I'm sorry."

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

"I'm not a commodity!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you ready for this? Zimzalabim!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“He doesn’t- care- about- spoilers!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~~~

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh. Yes,” she eventually says.

Irene’s not especially talkative, you surmise.

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

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

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

“I appreciate the thought.”

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

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

“Yes. Let’s go.”

A woman of few words, this one.

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

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

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

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

“Either works for me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh come on, you tell me that now?!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Your life, huh?”

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

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

You stare at Yeri. “Doing that again?”

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

“Something like that, sure.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t tempt me like that!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

THE END

~~~~~

Post-story notes:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Chapter 18

Silver is the color of the moon.

*The next day*

Everyone was at Catarina's apartment, pacing in her living room or fidgeting with their dresses while waiting for Alec to arrive. Before Alec went to the forest for the awakening of his powers they decided to set the get-together at Catarina's place the next day so that they could comfortably discuss about his new powers and his feelings towards it. But things took a turn when Jace told them about what happened and the silver glow of his Parabatai rune. Now, they were all worried about Alec and were getting impatient by every passing second.

The awakening of his powers was a little overwhelming for Alec, Angel Ithuriel had been there for him the whole day and told and taught him about his new powers. He guided him and assigned him one of his winged nephilim for his further training as he's the new winged nephilim and also provided him with a way to contact him. Alec was somewhat glad that he got ahold of his new powers quickly, though his shoulders still hurt a little but it's better now. He still needed to get used to his new appendages, but he knew that he would in some time.

As he reached Catarina's apartment, he rang the bell. Catarina quickly opened the door with her magic, as soon as he walked in every eye was on him with a worried expression on their faces.

"Why are you all looking at me like that!?" He asked, uncomfortable with being the attention of the room.

"Alec!" Max yelled with excitement, ran towards him, and hugged him tightly.

"Hey, Max!"

"Alec, are you okay? We were all worried about you!" Maryse said and hugged her son tightly.

Alec returned the embrace. "Yes, mom. I'm fine. Why are you all so worried about me?" He asked, confused.

"Alec, your shirt! It's torn in the back, what happened, big brother?" Izzy asked worriedly.

"Umm.. that! That's for the wings! On that note, Catarina, I'll be needing your help to make space for it and glamor them. I can't keep tearing my clothes!" Catarina nodded. "Why are you all so worried, though?" He asked.

"Alec, our... our Parabatai rune.. it glowed in silver! I've been feeling restless since then.. are you okay, buddy?" Jace's voice was filled with concern making him sigh.

"That's because I am. I trained the whole day with Angel Ithuriel!"

As on cue, Catarina summoned a comfortable settee for Alec, more sofas for everyone and they all settled down.

"Thank you, Cat!" Alec stretched out on the settee, ignoring the crowd.

"That still doesn't answer the silver glow, kid, what about that?" Luke asked.

"I guess that's because my powers and wings are silver. Okay, it still sounds weird!" Alec sighed again, it's gonna take a hell lot of time to get used to it.

"You.. have silver wings.." Jace trailed off as his jaw fell open.

"By the angel, big brother! I still can't process it!" Izzy blinked in astonishment.

"Can you show them to us, Alec?" Max asked excitedly. Even as a teenager, he was still a kid.

Alec looked at Max, then his whole family, and they all had the same glint of excitement in their eyes. "Okay, but I need some space!"

He stood up and walked towards the center of the living room, making sure there's nothing breakable or sharp around him. Once he was sure he's in a clear space, he closed his eyes and focused on his wings, his shoulder blades pained a little, his skin cracked beside them, but didn't bled this time, soon enough a pair of huge appendages were hanging on his sides.

He opened his eyes and saw that his whole family was looking at him with awe and astonishment. Their jaws were on the floor, literally.

A loud gasp broke their trance, which was from Simon. They all looked at him but he was still looking at Alec. "Alec, your... your eyes.. it's..-"

"Silver!" Jace finished for him, earning a collective gasp from everyone.

"Wow!" Max and Clary said in unison.

"Sorry to break the moment but, I've never heard about angels being silver, from whatever I've read in that book, is it normal?" Catarina asked, curiosity visible in her voice. With being a downworlder, seeing a literal angel standing in front of her was beyond unimaginable.

"It's rare, but it is." Alec answered and explained to them everything that Angel Ithuriel had told him.

Everyone was speechless, not knowing how to respond but their eyes were talking for them.

"Can I touch them?" Max asked curiously, breaking the silence of the room.

"Of course, young boy!"

Max quickly ran towards him and reached his hand up to the feather he could, then traced it gently. It was soft and silky under his touch, it fluttered when Max ran his palm around it and curled itself around Max's body.

"Woah!" Max squealed.

"I'm just hugging you, Max, relax." Alec said with a broad smile on his face and ruffled his brother's hair.

"Ugh! Alec!" Max protested and everyone burst into laughter.

"Can I sit now? I'm tired." Alec said as he concealed his wings again, and eyes turned back to their natural hazel shade.

Everyone nodded and they settled back in their respective seats. That's when Catarina realized something.

"Wait! Alec, are you comfortable on the settee? Your wings must be glamoured but they could be hurting-"

"Cat, relax! They aren't glamoured, they're inside my body next to my shoulder blades and spine."

"Wait, what?" Jace asked, panic creeping inside him. Others were mirroring his expressions.

"Okay, relax all of you. I could glamor them too, but this is also a way to hide them."

"Alec, I'm confused, honey, how could those huge pairs of wings fit inside.." Maryse trailed off, shock and panic visible in her eyes.

"Mom, everyone, relax. They aren't huge when they're inside." Alec took a deep breath and continued. "Okay, I'll explain from the start. As Angel Ithuriel told me, and I said earlier, there are two ways to hide the wings, I could glamor them, but they'll still be there, which will be uncomfortable for me whenever I'll sit or lay down or when I'm in small space.

The other way is to shrink and minimize them back into my body, from where they originate, next to my shoulder blades and spine. There's a permanent scar over that area now, and if you focus on it you can see the tiny miniaturized wings there. It's painful in the beginning but with practice and time, the pain will fade away. It's more comfortable like this, I don't have to struggle with them at least. It's weird right now, but he said by time it'll become my second nature." Alec concluded, and looked at his family, they were all relaxed now.

"That's why my back is hurting and feeling heavy." Jace said, who was trying to adjust his shoulders for a long time.

"He's been like this since yesterday, Alec. He's restless and didn't even sleep properly." Clary said, worry clearly visible in her voice for her boyfriend.

"Don't listen to her, Alec, I slept fin... how's the pain suddenly gone and I'm feeling better, like strong and refreshed and energetic. How?" He looked at his Parabatai with curious eyes.

Everyone looked between them with surprised expressions on their faces. Alec looked at his Parabatai and smiled.

"I just focused on my Parabatai rune, then Iratze, Nourishment, Stamina, and calm anger rune." Alec shrugged. Everyone's eyes went wide.

"Hold on, What? How did you do that without using stele?" Jace asked.

"just like you do, idiot. the only difference here is that we can activate each other's rune instead of only ours. first focus on our Parabatai rune then the one you want to activate."

"Okay...." Jace said, unsure then closed his eyes and focused on his runes.

"Seriously, Jace! Clarity rune?" Alec shook his head.

"Okay.... Now that's pretty cool!"

"You were worried about our Parabatai bond earlier, right? Well, to answer your questions, our bond got stronger than before because of my powers, we can activate each other's runes without using stele, but it had to be used only in battles or emergencies and is only possible when we're together. I did it to show you how it works."

Everyone's jaws were on the ground as they witnessed their conversation.

"By the angel! That's amazing! But, not fair, you both are going to be stronger than me and Clary." Izzy fake pouted, earning Alec's legendary eye roll.

"That made me remember, where's my stele?" Alec asked and Izzy handed him his stele.

"Jace, come here." Alec said in his Inquisitor tone and Jace obeyed. Alec activated his stele and drew a rune on the back of Jace's arm, he asked him to activate his stele and draw the same rune on him, he was confused but did as he was told.

"Angel Ithuriel provided me this rune, it's a rune only for Parabatais, it got lost centuries ago. It's called lost sight. If there's an emergency or danger and we're not together, you can activate this rune and I will be able to see through your eyes and will be able to know and track your location." Jace was completely dumbfounded and so were the others.

"Alec! I.. I can't believe it.. I.." Jace stuttered, he didn't know why but he had tears in his eyes.

"Seriously, Jace! I told you we're always going to be Parabatais, no matter what!" He kept his stele down on the table and wrapped his brother in a tight hug.

Everyone had smiles on their faces.

"That's so cool! What else can you do Alec?" Max asked, still curious about his brother's new powers.

"Alec, do you have more power? This was already too much to process, sweetheart." Maryse said with concern and tiredness.

"Ah, yeah.. I kind of do, Mom. Cat, can you summon as many plants as possible in this living room?"

Catarina nodded and filled the whole room with different kinds of plants. From small to large of different varieties. "Alec, I'm confused as hell right now, my whole room is filled with plants. What are you up to?"

"Calm down, Cat! Also, can you and Simon stay back for this? This could hurt you both if you stay up close."

The two downworlders exchanged a look and stood as far as possible, not knowing what Alec was up to. When Alec was sure they were as far as they could get, he focused his mind and energy on the plants surrounding him. His eyes went icy silver again, and a thread of bluish silver started dancing on his finger tips.

He stretched his hands out and created a small ball of energy, the faint blues and silver interwining with each other. The whole room was filled with calming surroundings, it was peaceful and the ball was like a calming trance of everyone except for Catarina and Simon.

"Alec, please stop!" Simon begged, he and Cat were trying to move backwards as much as they could. The energy of the ball was creating a severe headache for him.

"Sorry!" He focused again and scattered the energy in all the plants. His eyes went back to normal again.

"W.. What happened? That power.. it was.." Maryse trailed off, her eyes were hazy and she felt like she was in some other world.

"Mom! Oh god! I should've asked you to stay back too. I'm sorry! Are you okay?" He ran towards her and helped Luke in sitting her down. She looked between them in confusion.

"Alec, what happened to her? That energy, it felt like.."

"Peaceful and.. and calming." Izzy said.

"And nice!" Clary added.

"For nephilims, yes it's like how you're describing it, but for mundanes, it's the same but much stronger. Mom, are you okay? I'm sorry." He asked, worry and guilt filled in his eyes.

"Yes, Alec I'm fine, just a little dizzy. Don't apologize, honey, it's fine, I'm okay." She reassured him.

"And I guess for us downworlders, or demons, it's dangerous and deadly." Simon said.

Everyone looked at them and gasped. Simon had his fangs out and Catarina was in her true form, her blue skin visible with long white hair snaking around her.

"By the angel! Simon, Catarina, I'm so sorry!"

Once Catarina was in control of her magic again, she glamoured herself and vanished all the plants. Simon had glamoured his fanga as well then they walked forward

"It's okay Alec, I'm fine. We both are. But, magic? There was no mention of that in the book. So how do you possess?" Catarina asked curiously.

"I do have it but it's only when I'm around nature. But it's nothing like what you, Magnus or other warlocks possess. From what Angel Ithuriel told me, not every angel has magic, it's rare to find angels with full magic. Guess I got lucky." Alec shrugged.

"Wait, Alec, so you can fly too, right?" Simon asked, knowing it was a dumb question, but he still asked, earning a look of disbelief from everyone.

"Yes, Simon, I can, but I'm still learning it. Angel Ithuriel had told me some basics but he had assigned me another winged shadowhunter for my further training. He has provided me with his details and how I can reach him."

Everyone's eyes went wide with the revelation. "How many immortal shadowhunters are out there, which no one knows about!?" Luke asked.

"Angel Ithuriel told me I'm the fifth one. Kasper, the one which I've researched was the first one. I don't know about the one who's going to train me, maybe he can tell me more."

"And what's that angel's name?" Jace asked, a hint of jealousy clear in his tone.

Alec suppressed his smile. With their bond becoming stronger, he could feel his jealousy clearly. "His name is Daniel Nightstorm."

"Nightstorms? Their line ended decades ago. They were never heard of anymore." Maryse said, a little surprised by this piece of information.

"I think we should call it a day, now. This is all a lot to process in, even for Alec." Luke said, and everyone nodded.

They all hugged Alec once again and said their goodbyes. Alec stayed at Catarina's to get some rest properly for sometime then with her help he made space for his wings in all of his clothes which he brought and Catarina glamoured them in that area.

The rest of the day was like a blur for him, he attended the meeting which they preponed which as usual went not so interesting, then completed the paperwork he was supposed to for his inquiry visit. By the time he was done it was late at night but he didn't care, he wanted to get back to his husband, his home. His family argued with him that he could leave the next morning but he eventually won and said his goodbyes to his family and left for Idris.

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As Alec stood beside his apartment door, he took a nervous deep breath. He didn't get a chance to talk to Magnus that day and his husband didn't know that he was coming back late at night so it'll be a nice surprise for him. He took a deep breath again and opened the door.

As soon as he entered the apartment his nostrils filled with a foul smell which was floating in the whole apartment which was dimly lit. He took in the state of the room which felt like it wasn't cleaned in decades, there were several half empty or full packets of take out scattered on the floor, some leftovers of food were placed on the coffee table and the glass table near the couch, broken shards of numerous glasses were scattered on the kitchen floor and in center of the living room, a empty bottle of whiskey was kept on the kitchen slab. He took in the scene and sighed heavily, rubbing the crease formed on the bridge of his nose.

He looked around and spotted water bamboo on one shelf. To his advantage they both were nature lovers and had many house plants in their apartment like Oxalis, Aloe Vera, Snake plant, different types of ferns and Anthurium. He focused on the lot at once, extracted their mixed scents and spread it in the whole apartment replacing the foul smell. He sighed then started walking towards their bedroom, avoiding the scattered shards of glasses.

"Magnus!? Mags!?" He shouted, his voice echoing on the whole apartment filled with dullness.

He opened his bedroom door and his eyes widened with horror. His husband was curled around in the center of the bed, sheets and pillows scattered around the floor,  eyes  bloodshot with his makeup all smudged and flowing down. His hair was down and messy and the man was completely naked, looking paler, lacking his usual natural glow. Alec's heart raced badly as he sprinted and sat beside Magnus.

"Magnus!? Mags? Love, wake up." From up close he could see that his lips were cracked and bleeding, and it looked like he hadn't taken a shower in days.

"Angels!! Magnus? Mags, wake up love. Please."

Magnus stirred, his eyes were heavy and he could taste metal in his mouth.

"Magnus? Hey, wake up love."

Magnus blinked his eyes when he spotted a figure next to him.

"A.. Alexander?" His voice was rough and croaky from his dry throat.

"Mags! Hey, what happened here?"

He blinked a few times to make sure he wasn't dreaming. "Alexander... W.. Water... I..."

Before he could complete Alec was back with water and some soaked cotton balls in his hands. He put it on the side table and helped his husband to sit properly, then cleaned the blood with the help of cotton balls. After making sure there was no blood on his lips he helped him with water.

"Slowly, Mags!" His eyes were filled with worry the whole time.

"M.. More.."

He filled the glass with more water and placed it on his lips. His fast heart beats refusing to slow down. "Magnus!? How long has it been since you've eaten anything or drank water?" He asked softly, voice laced with concern.

Once Magnus was in his full senses with enough water in his system, realization dawned on him. He lowered his eyes, unable to meet his shadowhunter's.

"Mags!" He said softly and placed his hand gently on his husband's cheeks. Magnus couldn't hold it any longer and tears started running down his cheeks.

Alec quickly placed the glass on the table and wrapped his husband in a tight hug. He winced in pain when Magnus unknowingly tightened his grip just above his left wing scar. He suppressed it down and let his warlock cry on his shoulders.

Magnus didn't know what to do, he couldn't meet his shadowhunter's eyes but he needed him, badly. 'What have I done!? How am I supposed to tell you that I..I kissed.. Camille.. that I.. I cheated.. No! It was Camille.. b.. but I got weak.. I let my guards down. I'm not ready to lose you. I can't. Not again. I don't know if I could, but if not telling you means having you for long enough, I'll add it to my existing pile of secrets.' he thought.

When Magnus' crying slowed down, Alec held his face in his hands and placed his lips softly above his eyes and pecked them gently.

"Magnus? What happened here? Are you okay now?"

"I.. Alexander.. I.." He sniffed, not knowing what to say but he couldn't keep everything from him. He could tell him half the truth, leaving the part where he cheated on his precious Alexander.

"Mags, look at me!" He spoke softly. "What happened, love?"

Magnus looked at him but still couldn't meet his eyes. "C.. Camille happened."

Alec's eyes widened with the information. Several thoughts started running through his mind. "What!? Was.. was she here? Did she hurt you?"

"No, I was at a client's.. when she... she's a vampire again, way more stronger.. more.." he trailed off and started crying again. "I'm sorry, Alexander!"

"Magnus, there's nothing to apologize for. I'll kill her if I see her again." He seethed with anger and wrapped his husband in a tight, comforting hug. He knew his husband was vulnerable right now, and Camille would have tried her way to get to him. Whatever she has done, she'll definitely pay for it.

He broke their hug when he felt his warlock getting relaxed under his touch.

"When did it happen, Magnus?"

"Th... this evening, seven to eight hours ago."

Alec sighed. "And you haven't eaten anything since then?"

Magnus shook his head, fidgeting with his husband's fingers absentmindedly, which were placed on his lap.

"Love, whatever she did, don't overthink it, okay. I'll make dinner for us."

"No, Alexander, I'm fine, there's no.."

"Magnus! I'm going to make dinner, you rest, okay?"

Magnus nodded, he couldn't bring himself to tell him the whole truth. Alec quickly prepared a dinner of spaghetti with meatballs for them and  took it to his husband, with a glass of juice for him. He fed his husband properly then helped him to clean up and changed him into more fresh and comfortable clothing. He himself changed into his night dress and cuddled closely to his husband.

"A.. Alexander, I.. I'm sorry, I was.. the apartment, I couldn't..." he was unable to form a proper sentence, he wanted to be with his shadowhunter, but the guilt was strong.

"Shh, Mags. It's okay. I don't care about the apartment, we'll clean it tomorrow. All I care about is you. Just sleep, okay. You need proper rest."

Magnus nodded and snuggled into his husband's chest, needing all the touch he could get from his shadowhunter. Alec kissed him on the top of his head, stroking his thick silky hair gently, he tangled their legs together and wrapped his arms tightly around his waist. He kept stroking his hair until his warlock slept peacefully beside him then he dozed off to sleep himself.

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[HELIOS: Rising Heroes] - Leonard Wright Jr. Card Story “Casinos Are Full of Dangers!”

Translation under the cut.

Junior: ♪ ~

Faith: You seem to be in a good mood, huh, Ochibi-chan?

Junior: I'm going undercover on a special mission, it's natural I get excited. I can't believe you and Keith don't want to do it.

The day to infiltrate the casino has been decided.

Brad just told me that the investigation of Keith's earlier infiltration isn't progressing well, so I'm gonna have an interview at the casino the day after tomorrow.

Faith: Hmm, is that so...

Junior: Ah, you can't replace me even if you wanna go undercover now!

Faith: I don't want to, so don't worry.

Junior: Absolutely not! 100% not!

Faith: Yeah, yeah. Absolutely, definitely, 100% not.

Junior: Fufun, then it's fine ★

My first special mission is an undercover investigation into a casino, huh. I wonder what kind of place it is...

Faith: ...Ochibi-chan, are you maybe looking forward to going to the casino, and not just the undercover investigation?

Junior: Huh?!

Faith: Have you ever been to a casino?

Junior: Uh......nope.

Faith: Aha, no wonder you're so excited. Casinos give off an image of being fun and glamorous, don't they?

Junior: Th-that's not it!! I just can't wait for my special mission!

Faith: Sure, sure. You don't have to get angry.

Junior: ...It's true that I've never been to a casino, but since the day I heard about the special mission, I've been watching movies about casinos every day to find out what kind of place it is.

Faith: You looked it up in a movie? Fufu, you're serious about this, aren't you?

Junior: Fuuuuuck! What's so funny in what I said just now?! You're making fun of me!!

Faith: I wasn't making fun of you, I just think it's a good idea. That was a compliment.

Junior: Th-that's kinda annoying...

Wait, have you ever been to a casino?

Faith: I have. My clubmates took me there. It's pretty recent.

Junior: ...Hmm?

Faith: It's a casino in the Yellow West, but it's not the same one as Bel Age, the one you're going to visit, and it seems to cater to a younger crowd.

Junior: ......

Faith: What's wrong, Ochibi-chan? You look uneasy.

Junior: N-no, I don't!

Faith: Are you wondering what an actual casino is like?

Junior: I'm not! ...But if you really wanna say it, then I'll gladly hear you out.

Faith: Aha, I'll tell you if you beg ♪ 

Junior: Wha?!

Faith: When I was taken there, there seemed to be a relatively young crowd. On the other hand, there weren't many older people; maybe they went to Bel Age, the place you're gonna infiltrate.

Basically it was a fun place to be, but...I never expected something like that to happen...

Junior: Huh? Wh-what happened?

Faith: ...It was my first time in a casino, so I was having fun with a guy who told me he was a regular.

Then all of a sudden there were cheers from the nearby seats.

Junior: What? Did they hit the jackpot or something? Like the one I saw in the movie...

Faith: Right. A customer who bet a lot of money won the game.

The game was roulette, and the amount was a whopping...one million dollars.

Junior: Wha?! That's a lotta money!

Faith: Yup, so even the guests at the surrounding tables joined in and made a huge deal out of it.

Junior: That's an amount of money that the average person won't see.

I guess there are times when you can really win that much money. But for some reason in casino movies, they're often always cheating...

Faith: They did cheat.

Junior: What?! Something right out a movie...?!

Faith: The regular customers started saying that the dealer was acting strangely, so they surrounded him.

It was a critical situation, and we've never experienced something like that before so we could only watch...

Junior: ......

Faith: Then all of a sudden the police came. We were all told not to move.

Junior: ?!

Faith: So, while we were sitting there like we were told to, the police searched all over the place--

The next thing I knew, the police and the dealer were gone, and the number of the customers was down by half. And, of course, the customer who won the huge money was gone, too.

Junior: ...He was taken by the police, for cheating.

Faith: Nope. The police who came to the casino were fake and members of the Ikasama group.

On the contrary, it seems that more than half of the people in the room were in on it, including the customer who said the dealer was suspicious and the customer who was making a lot of noise around him.

By the time the real police arrived, most of the store's sales had been stolen. The fake police were in and out of the rooms for some reason, like they were inspecting the scene or something, and that gave them the opportunity...

Junior: W-whoa... I didn't know something right out a movie happened...

Faith: ......

Junior: ...I seriously had no idea. Even though I've been checking SNS and stuff to know what's going on in the city.

Hm? If there was a major incident like that in a Yellow West casino, I'm sure us Heroes would've heard about it, right?

Faith: ...Pfft.

Junior: Wha?! Oi, shitty DJ! Why the hell are you laughing?!

Faith: Ochibi-chan is so simple... No, more like honest...

Junior: Hah! D-did you make that up?!

Faith: Haha, I did. I thought you'd find out halfway through, but you kept asking me all the way through the end, so I was wondering how I was going to end the story.

Ah, but it's true that I've been to the casino. I played a little bit of slot and left without incident.

Junior: Guhhhh~~!! So you've been there!!!!

Faith: That's what you're irritated about?

Are you sure you can go undercover even when you got tricked by a story that's so obviously fake?

Also, don't show your emotions too much in a place like that. Otherwise, you'll be sitting ducks. Haha, maybe it's a bit hard for you, Ochibi-chan.

Even if you're excited about your first time in a casino, focus on your special mission and don't play around ♪ 

Junior: Fuuuuck!!!! Are you my guardian?! Don't treat me like a fucking kiiiiid!!

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thirteen reasons why encourages SUICIDE and i don't know why the fuck u like it or are promoting it what is wrong with you do u want ppl to kill themselves and think what they're doing is okay???????????????

Okay several things here. I appreciate you coming to me with your concerns so I’m going to do my best to address them with what I believe to be the truth. You and others are more than welcome to disagree and to voice that, I will read everything and take it into account, I can always learn something.

Go below the cut to see my thoughts on this, sorry it got so long.

1). Is there any need for you to be so rude and aggressive towards me just for saying I like a very popular show? Personally, I don’t believe that there is. I appreciate your frustration and anger over this, I know it is an important issue so I sympathise but please don’t take it out on me.

2). I like it for a lot of reasons. It is a very cleverly done show in a lot of ways and I appreciate it for what it is. Things like having Clay hurt his head early on so we can distinguish between present Clay and the flashbacks easily is a great technique and as a media studies student I spot a lot of stuff like that. I also appreciate the diversity and representation throughout the show, particularly the way Tony’s sexuality was handled. It’s also a much grittier version of the YA contemporary genre than I have previously seen and that’s really interesting to me. In fact, that opened me up to a whole new genre for my writing as I’ve previously only written sci-fi/dystopia/fantasy. So I love it for that, I’m now writing a contemporary novel!

3). Personally, I don’t see it as encouraging suicide. I do know that the usual guidelines dictate that you should not show the suicide being acted out on screen as this might encourage impressionable people to copy cat and that they did break that guideline. This is just my personal opinion but: 

I believe there is a world of difference between what 13 Reasons Why did and say, what American Horror Story does in Murder House with Violet. Let’s dissect that. (Warning: Seriously, don’t read the next bit if you have any trauma or triggers relating to suicide. Please don’t. Just skip to part 4).

In American Horror Story, Violet takes a lot of pills. This is a relatively peaceful way to go, there is no mess, it is portrayed as almost glamourous: Violet the beautiful blonde, eyelids fluttering shut as she sinks into the bed, delicate grip on the bottle loosening as she loses consciousness, that close up of her slender wrist outstretched on the bed.

And of course it is shown to be romantic. Tate is there to save her (or not as it turns out). He is the hero, he takes her to the bath and tries to wake her and he screams that he loves her. His pain is being used to make it seem worthwhile somehow - she got his attention but alas too late. It is supposed to be tragic, Romeo and Juliet style. 

That is hugely problematic. Can’t even begin to talk about how problematic that is. 

In contrast, we have Hannah’s suicide scene in 13 Reasons Why. This is not glamourous at all. They were careful with how they portrayed this (note: in the books it is implied she took pills. They could have done it the same problematic way as AHS but chose not to). Hannah gets into the bathtub to kill herself but they deliberately kept her fully clothed and in very loose, plain, boring clothes at that. She is not glamourised. This is not the pretty choice. 

And they continue with that. When she cuts herself she is trying not to scream in pain. It is hard work, it hurts. When she is found, it is her parents who find her. Her parents who scream and cry for their baby girl.

The message is very different: in AHS it is easy to die, glamorous, romantic even. An impressionable person struggling with depression say, might believe that lie and try to copy. In 13RW it is painful, hard to watch, heart breaking. It is not sugar coated, that is why it is so important for the camera not to look away. it is the truth of the act of suicide or as close as we can get and I would hope that anyone watching would think what I did “god. i don’t think i could manage that.”

I know that this is just my opinion, but this is how I read that scene. That’s why I don’t have a problem with it as much as others do. 

4). Having said all of that, do I believe this is a good representation of suicide as a whole? No. I don’t. The concept that there is someone to blame for suicide is not a healthy one. Indeed, as someone who’s mother is in counselling for guilt about two suicides that have occurred in or around our family (more on that later) it is an incredibly harmful one. There should have been far more focus on mental health and Hannah’s deterioration and things like the rape and the impact that had on her mental health, rather than on the onus put on others. I agree with that. Jay Asher, the author behind the book, did talk about how Hannah is meant to be a flawed character, just because she blames others does not make it okay. I think the text is problematic in that this is not clear enough to viewers. Maybe I was able to enjoy it more because I felt that Hannah was an unlikable character and so questioned her judgement throughout anyway? I don’t know.

5). You are also right that I should not be promoting this show to just anyone. I would never ever recommend that anyone with suicide or self-harm in their past or who has a loved one who struggles with these issues and is impacted by that, watch this unless they are mentally prepared for what is to come. 

6). What is wrong with me? Good question. I have an anxiety disorder (probably GAD. It’s suspected but I haven’t got a diagnosis yet, i intend to persue that once my exams are finished). I have many of the anxiety symptoms related to being raised by an alcoholic (I wasn’t but my mum was and I as a child have inherited these traits). I am a recovering self-harmer (its about two years more or less since I cut. I’m doing good so don’t worry about me). I’m not telling you this as a guilt trip or anything so I hope it doesn’t feel like that. I’m just telling you so you know that I do know about these kinds of issues and about mental health first-hand. 

Which leads into:

7). Do I want people to kill themselves? No. I mentioned earlier two suicides in my family. My grandfather who I have never met because of depression and suicide. And a very close friend of my mum’s. She was the one who found him, in much the same way Hannah’s parents found her. She’s traumatised by that as you would expect. 

Maybe that’s why I appreciate the visceral way that 13RW showed that scene. Maybe because on some level I feel it represents the pain and anguish my mum went through when she found someone. I believe that art shouldn’t look away from our pain. Maybe I liked it for holding up a mirror to what my mum went through and is going through.

But that’s just me and the life experiences I brought with me to that scene. Everyone interprets things differently based on what experiences they bring with them. So you’re more than welcome to disagree.

Just no. I don’t want anyone to kill themselves. I’ve seen the way that messes up the people who are left behind. And maybe you could have learned something from the show: after all, the message is that you don’t know what is going on in someone else’s life or how your actions might affect them. So anon I want you to sit down and think about the fact that I shouldn’t have had to tell you something as personal as all this. Think about how your actions of implying that me liking a show means I want people to commit suicide might affect someone like me, who has been impacted by suicide. Think about it. Learn from it.

8). Do I think what they are doing is okay? it’s hard for me to say. I don’t think they did anything evil. I appreciate the show for a huge number of very different reasons. But I do also believe that there were things they didn’t do and should have done. 

- Made it clearer how flawed Hannah was 

- Given a representation of being able to seek help and has this be positive (so people struggling know they can get help. You can. I did and it’s what saved me in the end). 

- Made it clearer that in the end it was her choice and others should not be blamed for that

- Put more focus on mental health. The bullying story and moral were important and very well done but should have been given alongside a mental health one. 

Especially since they are aiming for a teen audience like me. When you make something for kids you are obligated to protect them and I think there are ways this could have been done better. 

So there you go anon. I hope this answers your questions. Again, thanks for coming to me with your concerns. Please, feel free to continue to do so (about this or anything else I say), my inbox is always open.