Beyblade Burst Oneshot Book (DISCONTINUED FOR NOW)

Lazy Sundays (Headcanons)

Aria: Since I haven't updated in quite a long while, I suppose I shall write some headcanons for you all.

Alex: Feel blessed, peasants!

Stephanie: Don't call them that, you spineless cactus!

Alex: Excuse me?! How dare you address me that way, you little brat?!

Stephanie: Oh hush, you! You mispelled something in the last Suou x Reader Aria wrote!

Alex: Well, you. . . you said dick in the last A/N!

Stephanie: I did not! I said prick!

Alex: Yeah, yeah, same thing!

Aria: May I continue?

Alex: No!

Aria: . . .

Alex: I uh. . . sure, why not.

Aria: Alrighty. So I decided to do these since we're still working on that Free x Reader lemon.

Alex: Still? I thought-

Stephanie: You know Aria. They want every work of theirs to be perfect! I do too if I'm being honest.

Alex: I see. . .

Aria: Well, here goes then. Please enjoy these? I swear I'll update soon, my dear readers!

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Warning: This was made by a bunch of crackheads- I mean, this radiates crackhead energy, yet also has a lot of diabetes-inducing points (???)
This only consists of the original Beyclub members by the way!

💙Valt Aoi💙

>>Let's be honest, you both probably spent all night watching movies, vines, and other crap until 5 am, so you both woke up super late

>>Like around 1 pm or even later than that

>>Hmm, I wonder who's to blame

>>You're totally not glaring at a cute cinnamonroll that's clinging onto you like a koala

>>You can't even get out of bed, no matter how hard you try (or how badly you need to use the bathroom)

>>"Valt, please let go. I really need to use the bathroom."

>>"Five more minutes."

>>You must now accept your fate as a eucalyptus tree

>>Valt's arms are coiled around your neck while his legs are wrapped around your waist

>>With how tight his grip is, I'm surprised you're still breathing

>>This fate may be cruel, but eh, I guess it isn't too bad

>>He's like your personal heater to be honest

>>You spend another hour or two in bed

>>That is until grumbling is heard

>>Rock paper scissors to see who has to make breakfast (late breakfast, aka, brunch)

>>Valt loses, yet he still ends up dragging you downstairs

>>You're clinging onto him now, there's no way you're touching the cold floor with your bare feet