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possesseddesiress · 2 months ago

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Suit Up, Switch Off

CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue. All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes.

If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.

Suit Up, Switch Off

My name is Elliot, I'm about to start college and I've been single all my life.

I don't consider myself very attractive. And I guess that's why, plus I live in a small town lost in nowhere, it's very uncommon for someone to come out as gay in these parts.

Also, I was very nerdy, what's that got to do with it? Almost nothing really, but for as long as I could remember I'd loved superheroes: their muscles bulging in those suits that left nothing to the imagination, the spandex straining to contain those huge biceps, their strength in their pecs... I always wanted to be like that, although it was obviously a dream that never came true.

So I became a fan of hero movies or cosplayers. I loved seeing how the costumes looked on their manicured bodies, the bulges in the right places. And how hot they looked.

I'd had a lot of part-time jobs, mostly to save for college, though the odd bit of money I kept for my tastes. Among them: subscription sites.

I followed various cosplayers who uploaded content to their own pages, modeling their superhero costumes (some in less “everyday” poses), or without much clothing. Even with themes like hypnosis, bondage, and things a bit more... strange.

All of that seemed to feed my fantasies more and more, not because I wanted to be with such people (though I wouldn't complain if that were the case), but I wanted to be them.

Flexing those muscles, that I looked like that in those tight suits.

There was one in particular, though: Jason.

He was quite muscular, his suits fit him perfectly, and he had something in his face... that made him look like a mix between a nerd and an ideal himbo.

And I followed him everywhere, on his social networks, on his private and subscription channels. I was fascinated; that day he was live.

- Hello everyone! - he said with that excited air - I wanted to give you an announcement, rather, two - he smiled - First, how do you like my new Spiderman costume?

He lowered the camera to focus on his muscles, bounced his pecs with a soft laugh and brought the camera back up to his face.

- And, the platform has activated a new feature, I didn't really pay much attention to the email I got but, I have to be honest with you. Debuting this feature had a great payoff, so I decided to go for it! I think it's a "Meet And Greet" or something like that, it was called something like... Be Me. I don't remember the truth if I'm being honest.

He shook his head and typed a couple of things.

- Okay. This makes a list of all those who are subscribed and watching the video, then it will make a draw and... Well, the rest is what I didn't read - he laughed at himself - You just have to allow access to your accounts. Ready?

A roulette appeared on the screen, there were at least four hundred names there, or more. It immediately began to advance, for what felt like hours, until it slowed down little by little. And then stopped to burst into confetti enveloping the winner's name: Elliot Higgins.

- Congratulations, Elliot! - Jason smiled, leaning back in his chair as the suit thundered softly from containing his big, juicy muscles - Just give access to your account and... Well, we'll catch up later, I guess.

Immediately a message appeared on my screen. A huge “Do you accept?” message, there was a privacy notice underneath, but that looked huge. I didn't want to waste any more time, so I automatically selected the option.

The message disappeared and my screen suddenly went black. I thought maybe it was the battery, so I pressed the power button a couple of times to no avail. And when I was about to do it again, it was like feeling an electric charge run through my whole body.

My room was plunged into darkness as I felt strong spasms, my sight was filled with fuzzy colors that looked like wires, static noises and darkness again.

Until something seemed to pull me into the light and I came to myself. I had to blink hard, trying to focus on everything that was spinning around me.

- Shit, my head... - I muttered. I felt heavy, but it wasn't that fat heavy feeling I was used to, it was... very different.

I brought my hand to my forehead to try to ease the pain, but then I felt something against my skin. It was... cloth?

I opened my eyes wider, also feeling a weight on my nose, touched my face, bumping into glasses. But I never wore glasses.

I looked at my hands, now gloved in red and blue cloth with white textured reliefs. And finally, I saw the screen. Jason was there, but it seemed almost like a reflection, every action I did, he replicated it.

- Holy shit! - I smiled taking the camera, totally delighted with my new form - I'm him!

I let out a laugh somewhere between nervous and excited. Starting to feel Jason's muscles through the suit, I could feel how it tensed at the slightest flex.

I could feel my huge biceps, my sensitive pectorals through his reliefs, my fat, fleshy buttocks! I could feel everything, it was all mine now.

I took a closer look at the transmission, which seemed to be going crazy for what was happening. I started reading the comments, there was one in particular that caught my attention:

《 Jason didn't read things right before activating the feature. Be Me is an experimental function that allows two people to switch bodies for a certain amount of time 》

Some people called that subscriber a liar or crazy, but I denied excitedly.

- No, no! Not at all, he's right! I'm not Jason

I let out a laugh again. And the chat went crazy, again.

《 How does it feel to be in it? 》 - I blanched at the question.

- Well... It feels good, I think.

It seemed I was still just as nervous and awkward as my previous body. Though that didn't stop me from weighing and squeezing my pecs like careless.

《 You show us the suit now! 》

My heart was pounding. Jason had a body to die for, yes. But he was one of those kind of content creators who only uploaded his content “half-heartedly”, he didn't show very detailed stuff, he always tried to cover up with his hand below his hip, he didn't show from behind either.

He was just someone who liked to disguise himself... but not so much when other people said “naughty” comments about his body.

I stood still, in shock for a moment.

《 Well? 》《 Yes, do it!》《 Show everything! 》《 I hope this guy isn't a prude too 》

My heart was pounding. However... Wasn't this what I always wished for? I wanted to be this strong. To have those suits like this look on me... To have these huge muscles.

I immediately spread my legs, sitting on the chair and leaning back in a dominant way.

- Not at all. You're coming for this, aren't you? - I flexed my new arms, stroked my pecs and felt my shaft begin to harden. I drew an arrogant expression on my face.

I kept rubbing my pecs until I hit one of my new nipples. A goofy expression formed as I grinned, and I began to pull them harder and more insistently, twisted them and gasped. It hurt a little, but all the pleasure coursed through my body like pure electricity, my feet curling and tensing as I grinned like an idiot.

- Hell... - I stammered.

But that didn't stop me from continuing to stroke myself like a deranged maniac.

My manhood was constantly bumping and rubbing against the suit, even I cupped my spandex pants, grabbing them from side to side to start forming a sort of back-and-forth. Which made me feel even more ecstatic.

- You guys would love to have me like this, wouldn't you?

I raised the camera again to give them an even better view of this body, in all its splendor.

- No filters, no limitations. This is the content they want from me... Just a silly himbo enjoying himself.

I bounced my pecs like balls, I was really loving the feel of every muscle wrapped tightly in the spandex. I also lifted his armpit, letting out a sigh from the sweat.

- Boy, does he stink! - I let out a laugh - apparently our good Jason loves to smell like sweat.

I pressed my face more against my armpit, enjoying the accumulated stench. My hand was rubbing insistently against my bulge. Then it slid down to find the cleft between his buttocks, to which I let out a gasp. I started rubbing the area with my new thick fingers over and over again, my face was flushed.

- Ah, ah! - I grinned like a moron, enjoying the sensation. I peeled my fingers off only to bring them to my nose, smiling even more at the smell of thick sweat. I rubbed my gloved fingers over and over against my nose with a satisfied smile.

- Do you like this new Jason better?

I said inhaling again and again my dumb, stinky, delicious jock scent... I flexed my arms more, I loved the feeling of power, of strength, extremely masculine and hot... And mine alone. A sense of arrogance rose from my loins along with me tool hard against the suit.

- You wish you were me, don't you, losers? - I let out a laugh rubbing the bulge more, feeling how I was about to be done in no time - To have all of this.

I flexed one last time before I felt strings and strands of thick goo coming out, my breathing labored and choppy, I ended up leaning back in the chair.

- Shit...

I closed my eyes. I felt that dizziness again and everything went black, just for an instant. But when I opened my eyes again, I still found Jason's room.

It turned out that "Be Me" had an error rate where people did not return to their original body, but stayed that way. And even better - for me, of course - there was also a tiny percentage that would forget their identity, and fit into their new body.

Just what happened to Jason. He now believed that he was Elliot all his life.

And I fit perfectly into his life. I continued to use the platforms he had for his content, although of course I increased the profits by dropping the prude attitude that old Jason had.

They all wanted this, and that they would get.

Did they want to see my huge, juicy buttocks? Granted.

Did they want to see my stinky feet? Of course, I could even stick them in my mouth just to keep them happy.

I kept working out on his body, making my muscles even bigger. I loved how they showed through the clothes, how tight the sleeves looked and even better, my pecs: fat, firm and round, even the slightest movement made them bounce.

I loved my scent too, it was intoxicating, I would end up exhausted from the gym and would rather go home like that, if it was by bus all the better, so I could spread my legs wide open and lift my armpits to stink all over, hopefully some guy would start sniffing and licking them.

I loved being Jason, every morning getting up and seeing his reflection, feeling the weight of my body, seeing my morning wood and staying for hours until I dropped buckets and buckets.

I also changed much of his closet, I got rid of the baggy, boring t-shirts and pants, replacing them with tops and other tight fitting things. Fuck the old Jason, now I was in control.

I was what I had always wanted, finally I was no longer a loser, now I was muscular, smelly and hot.

- Ready for another video, losers? You better be on your knees and hungry.

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norrisleclercf1 · 2 months ago

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For requests just some fluff/comfort for Charles :(((( even better if it’s dad Charles I just want some comfort fr

A/N: Ugh haven't had the itch to write in a hot minute but right now school is doing well soooo in a good mood to write

He just wanted to go home, he wanted to be home instead of standing in this media pen pretending everything was fine, he had hope the car was going to do well, he didn't, and that he was happy for Lewis doing well, nope he wanted it to be him.

"Oh, congratulations on your baby, you and Max are now matching in the newborn and new dad department huh?" The reporter asks, the mention of his baby has everything melting away, the anger, resentment, the despair and utter darkness. He could see their little hand wrapped his one finger, matching eyes with his, but your hair, and little matching nose.

Charles lights up, everyone notices the shift in the Ferrari drive as he beams, "Yes, well Max already has his stepdaughter that he thinks of as his own, so he's not technically a new dad, but yeah we've both been keeping the paddock updated with all the new baby photos and constantly showing them off. "So, did you have a boy or a girl?" They ask, his smile wavering a little.

Your one request so far was not to share much, all you shared was a little photo of the baby holding one of Charles's rings with him wearing it. Announcing the baby was here and you two were doing well that was it, you wanted to recover, feeling like yourself before giving the world into thoughts and insights of your family.

"Ahhh, well that's private for now, all I can say is they're doing well, perfectly happy and healthy and just can't get enough of the contact naps and taking pictures of them." He says smiling, seeing the disappointment in the reporter not catching him off guard. "Anyways, I should be heading home, now, thank you," Charles says into the mic and steps away, not caring he's ending his media duties early.

He wanted to get home to you and the baby.

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The last thing you remember was cheering for Charles and laying on your side, placing the bassinet next to the couch, lowered so you could see over it as you watched the race, but soon it went dark as you fell asleep. Before long you're woken to soft jingle of keys on the glass coffee table and soft french being spoken.

"Oh, hello my gorgeous little girl, have you been good for your Mama?" He whispers not wanting to wake you, not even the slightest bit upset at you for sleeping during the race. Whenever he was home, he took the nightly feeds and diaper changes trying to help you wherever he could. "Aria, my sweet baby girl, Papa missed you greatly," He hums as she coos still so small and fragile he was scared he'd hurt her.

"Your home," Charles looks up from the bassinet and smiles softly, "I couldn't wait any longer, never been happier to come home after a race," You smile at those words and reach your hand out, letting the cold metal of his rings sting against your warm skin. "Was she much trouble? I was worried with me being gone..." "Charles you faked an illness so you could stay home an extra day," You sigh and he hangs his head, looking down at your sleeping daughter, "It was worth it," his smile so bright.

"How'd the race go?" Asking carefully, yes he seemed happy, but you knew he hadn't stop smiling since the birth of little Aria. "Don't worry about it," Moving around the bassinet he moves you a little and lays down behind you before pulling you right back into him. "I'm sorry," You whisper, knowing he'd talk to you about it when the time was right, "Don't be sorry, you gave me something better than a trophy," He hums.

"Charles, don't be cheesy," You groan making him chuckle as he moves draping his arm over you and laying his hand into the bassinet on Aria's stomach, "Sorry, it was right there," Lips gently kissing the back of your neck, "Shameless you are," "If I was truly shameless I'd be flashing her picture all over saying our daughter is gorgeous and prettiest in the entire world," You shake your head smiling, "Alright, alright, just take a nap with us okay," You whisper.

"Day I say no to that, let Max or Lando hit me with their cars," "Promise," you say

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iinsertblognamee · 1 year ago

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kiss me, please?

summary; alexia doesn't really do PDA, but she might make an exception for you. pairing; alexia putellas x footballer!reader spanish | english translation

The first time you noticed was after your win against Levante UD Femenino. You had managed to score two of the seven goals throughout the match. The final whistle blew as the crowd went wild, Ona pulling you into her embrace as the two of you cheered with the surrounding atmosphere. Other teammates made their way into your embrace, congratulating each other with kisses on the cheeks and pats on their backs.

"Creo que alguien te está esperando" 'I think someone is waiting for you' Aitana giggles into your ear, pushing you towards the friends and family section seating section. The celebrations continued around you, as you made your way towards the cheering crowds - giving waves to fans before coming face-to-face with Alexia and Mapi. The younger woman pulls you into her embrace as she plants kisses all over your cheeks. Congratulating you over and over again.

"Gracias Mapi" 'Thank you Mapi' You laugh out, pushing yourself out of her embrace and wiping your face dramatically as she sticks her tongue out at you. Ingrid manages to join your little huddle, taking her girlfriend's attention off you as you make eye contact with your captain.

"Hola bebé" 'Hi baby' your words much softer than your conversation with Mapi, a shy smile playing on your lips as you take in your girlfriend. She pulls you in a small hug, a small tap felt at the back of your head before she pulls away.

"hola mi bella dama" 'Hello my beautiful lady' the pet name heats your cheeks up, Mapi pretending to hurl as Alexia scoffs and (softly) pushes Mapis's head in the other direction. You take notice of the pink blush covering your girlfriend's cheeks, and the small frown appearing on her eyebrows as she looks around the surrounding areas before her attention falls back to you.

You know your relationship was fairly new, not even hitting the six-month mark just yet but the pair of you had been friends since you signed for Barcelona two years ago. You could read Alexia like an open book, and you knew she was feeling on edge. Taking hold of Alexia's hands that were holding the barricade, you gave them a slight squeeze - trying to help her calm down just a little.

"The girls wanna go out and celebrate the win tonight" You start, trying to grab Alexia's attention once again, she gives a small hum in response. A clear indication she was only half listening to what you were saying.

"I think it'd be fun if you came with me?"

"No sé. I don't know if I'd be much fun mi amor" 'I don't know. I don't know if I'd be much fun, my love' She responds back, the frown only growing further. You wanted to run your fingers along her eyebrows, removing the tension appearing on her face. You don't, instead you pout your lips as you pull the best puppy dog eyes you could master.

"Por favor" 'Please'

You know you've hit the jackpot as a small smile appears on her lips once more, her eyes rolling back as she shakes her head. "Okay! Okay. But only to watch over you and keep you protected from Mapi"

The jab at the tattooed lady next to you takes offence, giving Alexia a slight push before crossing her arms and pouting "Soy una gran influencia!" 'I am a great influence!'. Alexia snorts but doesn't give her best friend any form of response.

"I think that's a great idea" you mumble soft enough for Alexia to catch what you are saying, but your words become lost on Mapi's.

Alexia's guard finds its way back up once fans start calling out for you in the next section over, she gives you one last squeeze before letting go of your hand and creating some distance between the pair of you.

"Ve a saludar amor, te veré en el vestuario." 'Go say hi love, I'll meet you down in the locker room'

Ingrid takes your hand from your girlfriends, pulling you away from the barricade and towards the screaming fans, both of you signing items and taking photos over the next couple of minutes.

As much as you tried to forget the shift in Alexia's actions, you couldn't help but feel a little pushed aside. Alexia had never been one to shy away from affection, you weren't sure if it was just a Spanish thing or an Alexia thing, but from day one she had always managed to be touching you in some way. A tap at the back of your head, an arm wrapped around your waist, a leg pressed up against yours - you were no stranger to Alexia's physical touches.

You let yourself believe it was just the fact that your relationship was still fresh. The move from being friends to more only official as of four months ago.

It had been after one of your matches, the defence clearly picking on you throughout the game - although you weren't backing down which had led to you being subbed off just before the 80th minute. A late-timed (or perfectly timed depending on who you asked) tackle from the opposing team landed you on the ground gripping onto your ankle.

You had been led down the tunnel, towards the designated medical room, a physio waiting for you - alongside a fuming Alexia. Her arms were crossed, and a firey look flashed across her eyes as she watched every wince and jump you gave out as you got assessed.

The physio diagnosed you with deep bruising but nothing that couldn't be fixed with some rest and strength training over the next two weeks. The door hadn't even closed completely before Alexia was yelling at you in Spanish. Her arms flew in the air as she walked back and forth, her attention would fall you on every once and a while before it dropped down to your iced ankle before she started all over again.

You could make out the jiff of what she was ranting about, but your attempt to answer her questions was blocked, as she would ask another question before answering it for herself.

It wasn't until about five minutes later that she finally stood firm in her place, her arms hanging by her sides as she looked at her once again.

"What were you thinking? Getting yourself injured like that!"

You blamed it on the fact that you had just played a rough 80 minutes, your arms now crossed across your body as you let out a scoff - you felt like a child getting scolded by their parents.

"I didn't do it on purpose, Alexia! I was playing the game, that's it. I can't help that they were targeting me"

Her eyes flashed with something that definitely wasn't anger, her lips suddenly on yours, as she pushed you back into the bed you were sitting on.

It wasn't until Ona and Lucy had come to check on you after the game finished that the two of you broke away from each other.

The club is up and pumping by the time you make it through its doors. Mapi hand-in-hand with you, Alexia and Ingrid trailing behind. Shots are pushed into your hands before you can make your way around to say hello to everyone, a countdown is yelled before you drown the shot.

An hour or two flew by, Ona, Claudia and Patri were dancing with you, the music completely in Spanish but at this point, you couldn't really care. You felt one of the girl's hands on your waist, spinning you around before attempting to dip you. A small squeal left your lips before followed by laughter pulling yourself up to their chest and yelling that you were grabbing a seat and getting some water.

The table booked out for the team is half empty, Lucy is in a deep conversation with Frido and Keira, Marta laughing with Ingrid at something Mapi said - and your girlfriend sitting, watching over the table with a glass of water in her hand.

"Hola ladies!" 'Hello Ladies' You announce, squeezing yourself onto Alexia's lap - kissing her cheek before taking the glass of water out of her grip and up to her lips. Too busy with the glass in your hand, you miss the kissy faces Mapi makes towards Alexia, teasing her best friend. Alexia seemed to tense up, her grip around your waist tightened enough for you to turn your attention towards her and her red cheeks.

"Are you okay?" you ask, tilting your head a little to get a better look at your girlfriend's face.

"si, yo solo..." 'yeah, i just...' she trails off, her eyes flicking to the group surrounding the pair of you before it clicks.

"You don't like PDA?"

She seems to physically relax when she realises you understand her discomfort, the tension that had been present now non-existent. A little shy smile appears on her lips before her head hides in the crook of your neck. You feel her lips plant a small, hidden kiss on your shoulder before she brings her attention back to you.

"Not really. I just... no sé. I just don't like the idea of people watching us... be like that. Only I get to see you like that" 'I don't know'

You can't help but feel yourself fall just a little more in love with the Spanish woman in front of you, a smile growing on your lips as you throw your arms around her neck. Your lips trace her ear before you mutter "But what if I can't help myself?"

You almost freeze at the sound of a moan slipping from her lips, low enough that only you can hear - but it still has the same effect. "mi amor" 'my love' she warns, and you swear you see her swallow before her gaze is directly on you. "Please don't"

You want to push and see how far you can go before she snaps but you also want to enjoy the rest of the night out with the girls. Ultimately, you give her a small nod before shifting yourself off her lap and into the free spot next to her.

You don't miss the smile on her lips, nor do you miss the dark look in her eyes. Her body reaches over you, as she grabs the glass in your hand - her mouth right next to your neck before she whispers "Later"

You notice the change slowly, the way that she would hold your hand just a little longer before pulling away or when she would congratulate you at the end of games her lips linger against your cheek as her hands held onto your waist.

It wasn't until her first game back since her injury, you cheered alongside the crowds as she made her way back onto the playing field and again when she scored her first since being back. The whistle signifies the end of the match, and before you can turn your attention towards your girlfriend her arms wrapped around your body. Pulling up into her embrace as she brings her lips to yours.

"I thought you didn't like PDA?" you ask onto her lips, smiles matching one another.

"Just shut up and kiss me"

You didn't need to be told twice.

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mingtinys · 1 year ago

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" i am so proud of you "

pairing : hansol chwe x gn!reader

"13 ways to say "i love you" with seventeen"

warnings : language

word count : 0.6 k

a/n : got a little carried away with this one , something about writing for vernon is just so fun

"I was thinking, why don't we go out tomorrow to that restaurant you really like? To celebrate and all."

"I'd really like that." You call back, glancing over at your boyfriend who is still busy washing dishes at the kitchen sink. Though he isn't looking directly at you, you can just make out the excited look in his eyes and the toothy grin gracing his lips. He's been like that since you told him about your promotion at work. Honestly, you didn't expect him to make such a fuss over it. It was a relatively small promotion, just a raise and a slightly higher title. But that sunny expression on his face could make someone think you'd hit CEO status.

"I'll make reservations after I finish up here." His words are barely audible over the running water. You're about to thank him when your phone buzzes to life beside you.

Incoming call from Boo Seungkwan.

Seungkwan? You think, narrowing your eyes at the screen. Why on earth could he be calling you and not Hansol?

"Hello?"

"Y/N!" His excited voice comes through the speaker. "You're not busy right?"

"Not really, no. Why, what's up?"

"I— well we all wanted to call and congratulate you on your promotion!" A chorus of voices flood your phone and you take it you're on speaker with the rest of the members.

"That's very sweet of you all, thank you." It's nice, having so many people in your corner cheering you on. "But how'd you know? I only just found out about it a couple hours ago."

"You're joking right?" It sounds like Chan. "Hansol won't shut up about it in the group chat."

"He talks about me?" You ask no one in particular

"Yeah, like an annoying amount." That's definitely Mingyu.

There's a short altercation on the other side of the call, probably Seungkwan trying to wrestle his phone back from various members. But you don't pay much mind, the warm feeling in your chest taking over all other senses. You let your gaze drift back to Hansol, who is now on his laptop, nodding along to whatever song is currently playing in his head.

"Just, give it here—! Sorry about that," Seungkwan's voice jolts you from a daze. "Anyways, we just wanted to give you our compliments. We'll let you get back to your night."

Good, because tears are already welling up at your lashes and you're not sure how much longer you can hold back the stitch in your throat. "I appreciate it, tell everyone I said thank you."

You hang up before Seungkwan can respond and promptly make your way to the kitchen. Hansol's nose is still buried in his laptop, eyes squinted as his fingers peck at the keys. "Okay," He says upon the realization of your presence. He hits the enter key rather dramatically. "Reservations are made and you're . . ." His words teeter off when he looks up, met with your tear-filled gaze.

He takes a beat. Brows furrowed and head cocked to the side. "–You're crying. Shit, wait— why are you crying?" Hansol panics. He rushes to you, taking your face between his warm hands. Holding you the way one would hold fine China. Carefully, his thumb comes to swipe a stray tear from your cheek.

"You tell your members about me?" You sniffle. Hansol's eyes go wide and his mouth opens and closes like a fish before he conjures up an answer. "Was I not supposed to?"

The pure concerned cluelessness in his voice makes you giggle and he seems to relax when he realizes he's not in trouble. "I just didn't know you bragged about me like that, it's sweet."

"I am so proud of you," Hansol speaks with unashamed sincerity. "Why wouldn't I brag about your accomplishments?"

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eunnieboo · 9 months ago

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IYHM ask replies! (2/3)

🌸 @csevet asked:

hi my copy of iyhm just came in and my fiancee and i snuggled up and read the whole thing cover to cover and CRIED!!! i love when lesbians 💕💞💝💗💝💗💘💞💖💗💝

AHHHHH thank you SO much!!! OMGGGGG 🥺 live laugh lesbian..... 💞💗💖💕💖💞💕💖💗

🌸 @chrysalis-the-butterfly asked:

I read If You'll Have Me a few months ago and I loved it! Your art is so pretty and Momo and PG are such cool characters! 🥰 If you're okay with sharing, I'd be interested to hear what inspired you during the creative process? Were there any pieces of media or any other characters which influenced the formation of Momo and PG? Or did you do your own thing?

oh my gosh! thank you!! i really love character interactions and relationship dynamics, so i wanted to depict two girls who seemed like opposites - one cool and laid-back, the other soft and sweet. after a while they started to take on a life of their own, and i thought it'd be wonderful if their story could evoke the feeling of a shoujo romance!

i had a lot of things on my mind when i wrote the script... friendship, intimacy, communication... communication can be so hard! sometimes it's harder with someone you're close to because their opinion is so important to you. and what happens when you've got a character who's non-confrontational and has low self-esteem + someone who prefers actions over words, and would rather burn bridges than admit to feeling vulnerable? how would they get past that? i wanted to write their flaws as believable, and how their life experiences have shaped the way they think about themselves / the way they respond to personal conflict... but also how they learn from each other and grow ❤️ tysm for the question!!

@bisexualgoof asked:

Hi Eunnie! I just finished reading “If You’ll Have Me” and let me tell you, it was spectacular! I saw it in a local bookstore the other day and it was a no brainer to grab. The characters are so fun, the story is beautiful and heartfelt, and honestly every character is attractive… I especially fell in love with the pages of the books without words, especially 312-313, it made me cry. Such beautiful art! I related to PG’s annoyance with her long hair, I felt very seen with her comments. I’ve definitely said “I’d like to forget” so many times myself, right to my butch heart haha. Thank you for sharing this story with the world, and thank you in particularly for your acknowledgment at the end of the book, it made me feel seen. What an amazing love story, hope to see more of this adorable couple in the future!

oh my goodness!! this is so lovely and wonderful and ahhh T_T thank you so very much. it's such a dream, having these girls be out in the world with their personalities and backstories revealed at last! and i'm so happy to hear about the cast and side characters, i love designing people hehe ♥ i'll definitely keep drawing this couple, alongside more sapphic couples that are to come 😍 thank you!!

🌸 @skittles-rainbow-cat asked:

HI HI HI!!! you’ve been one of my fave artists forever and i just got done with iyhm and it’s sooooo amazing im in love with it. also i think strawberry blonde by chloe moriondo fits mono and pg very well :] i hope you’re having a good day and thank you for all your art it heals me in many ways <3333

HIIII omg!!! thank you so much! this song is so cuteeee oh my gosh this line:

Takes my hand in hers when the lights aren’t on Smaller than mine and oh god I am gone

it's so sweet ;_; thank you forever, i hope you're having a wonderful day!! <3 <3 <3

🌸 @lord-of-the-froggies asked:

Howdy Eunnie! I know you're probably swamped with work right now, but I just wanna let you know that I got my copy of your book today!! I'm gonna start reading it right away, it looks and feels amazing. From a fellow Washington artist to another--congratulations on such a huge achievement!

yay hello fellow washingtonian! and fellow artist!! thank you so much for your kind words 🥺 and i'm so glad the book got to you safely! wishing you a happy read~

🌸 Anonymous asked:

I just found your art today and after scrolling through your stuff I went and pre-ordered your book. I'm so excited!!

omggg thank you that means so much!!! ;_; <3

🌸 @ddooyoung asked:

I got my (signed!) copy of the book, and I love it SO MUCH. It's everything I was hoping and more. I love finally getting to know them, especially Momo. Since the first time I saw them, I thought Momo was a lot like me and now I have confirmation 😆 Thank you so much for writing such a wonderful story!!! I'm excited for everything you do 💗

WAHH thank you so much!! yesss i'm so overjoyed to finally share their story after so long! i hope the signature turned out okay, i was very nervous signing books for the first time (shaky hand and everything) 😱 i think next time it would be fun to make a custom stamp and stamp a doodle next to my signature hehe. thank you again!!! 💕

🌸 Anonymous asked:

I somehow missed the news about your having created a whole damn book?? was just flipping through yu & me books's holiday gift guide and did a double take when I saw priscilla and momo!! zoomed in and sure enough, there was your name at the bottom! congrats on ihym and congrats on being featured on rec lists from shops as cool as yu & me 🎉😍

omggg thank you thank you!! 🥰 AHHH yu & me books looks so amazing! i've been to new york just once but if i ever get to go back i have to visit them... i'm always looking for indie bookstores to throw my money at 😤

🌸 Anonymous asked:

1. Will there be an “if you’ll have me” sequel? 2. Is Momo her full name or a Nick name? If it’s a Nick name what is her full name? Thank you i love your work! ❤️😊

ahh there's no sequel planned as of right now! but i'd love to make one if i get the chance... i have some ideas that i think would be fun <3 and momo gardner is her full name! i liked gardner because it made me think of flowers ☺️❤️ thank you so much!!

🌸 @upsidedown-shadow-dreamer asked:

Hello, long time fan here. If You'll Have Me was delivered an hour ago and I've already finished my first read. OMG it's AMAZING. I love the story, the beautiful art, the inner thoughts, the pacing, the page color changes for back story… Just major WOW. I hope you are so proud of this work. I'm already looking forward to reading it again. Thank you!!!

this is sooooo AHHHHH T_T i'm in tears. i can't tell you how happy and thrilled i am to hear this!!! it's so encouraging and uplifting and ahh!! i want to make more stories... and just knowing that this book will be read by the same person more than once, omg! it's truly the highest of praise. thank you from the bottom of my heart <333

🌸 Anonymous asked:

Hello!! I just remembered I could borrow graphic novels as e-books from my local library, found IYHM, devoured the entire thing in one sitting, then went through your tags so I could look at all your other IYHM art, and I was wondering if you'll make more stories about Momo and PG because I can't get enough of them! Absolutely obsessed with these two and I love seeing them so happy together 💖💖💖💖

hello!! oh i'm absolutely over the moon about this! i can definitely see myself making a follow-up book if i'm so lucky 🙏 but i'll keep on drawing more minicomics and illustrations no matter what!! thank you so much for this wonderful message 💕💕💕💕

🌸 Anonymous asked:

hi!! love love love your art!!! do you think we can expect to see another graphic novel about momo and priscilla in the future?

🌸 Anonymous asked:

I’ve read IYHM so many times already and I absolutely loved it!!!! Are you planning on writing another book with Momo and PG? Is is there a way we can buy more of your stories?

thank you both so much!!!! <3 a sequel is actually one of the ideas i pitched for my second book! my editor cautioned against it in case IYHM didn't perform well, so i ended up going in a different direction - but my fingers are crossed for future opportunities 😤 realistically, it will probably depend on sales... but for the record, i'd want to do one regardless of the numbers...

i have one more book coming out, which i'm working on right now! the timeline is a bit up in the air atm but i'll try to keep everyone posted. making a book is so slow but i'm so grateful to you all for waiting 🥺💛

🌸 @randomqueernoun asked:

Do you make webcomics for other apps/websites? If yes where can I find them and what do I search in them to find your comics?

ahh not at the moment! but thank you SO much for the interest! one of my biggest goals right now is to set up a website where i have all my work in one place, and that would definitely be the place where i post future webcomics 👀

also, just as an aside... i want to make webcomics so bad. i think after my next book, i might take a break from traditional publishing to do that. sometimes i can't believe i'm drawing hundreds of pages i can't post... i'm like, how are people supposed to read this if i can't show them? how will they know?! ahh it kills me... but yes... someday!!!

part 3 to come~

#iyhm #replies #csevet #chrysalis-the-butterfly #bisexualgoof #skittles-rainbow-cat #lord-of-the-froggies #ddooyoung #upsidedown-shadow-dreamer #randomqueernoun #anon

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electric touch (part 1)

Pairing: Bucky x medical team! reader

Summary: Getting a spot on the field medical team was your dream. And your closest work friend Bucky Barnes finally asking you out? That was the cherry on top of your good news. Now all you had to do was pass your training week. Seems easy enough until you’re faced with someone who doesn’t want to see you win.

Warnings: abuse of power, verbal abuse, physical assault, some PTSD (but none of these are because of Bucky!!!!)

Wordcount: 7k

Part 2

Notes: hello! Are you hungry for a lil slice of ‘who did this to you’ pie with a big dollop of protective Bucky Barnes on top? Dig in!! I aim to be as nondescript as possible for the reader but I will note reader is shorter than Bucky and wears glasses. Thank you for reading and I'd love to hear your thoughts! please consider reblogging, it helps my work reach more lovely people here on Tumblr. <3 merci!

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Your regular lunch dates with Bucky started unintentionally. In fact, your friendship with Bucky had started that way – very unintentionally.

In retrospect, you couldn’t believe you had been late on your first day. You had intentionally set extra alarms to make sure you got to Stark Industries early.But you couldn’t control the inconsistencies of the New York subway system. When you skirted into the training room, only one seat was left – beside Bucky Barnes himself.

It was funny to think that the mandatory onboarding applied to new Avengers, too.

Of course, you knew who he was – the former Winter Soldier – but you didn’t realize he had to sit through the boring health and safety discussions and HR seminars like everyone else. When the first lunch break arrived, you turned to him and asked if he wanted to join you for lunch at the burger place down the street.

Initially, it looked like he was fighting off the urge to decline, but then he said: “Sure.”

Your conversations were very stilted in the beginning, which you didn’t mind. But as the week carried on, you felt the foundations of a friendship.

(He told you, later, that he appreciated your kindness that first day. That he had been really fucking scared to sit in that room with strangers judging him. He liked that you treated him like a normal person.)

It had grown organically since then – but you were simply just work friends. Your roles at Stark Industries slash The Avengers Initiative didn’t always overlap, but you did occasionally see him in the halls or if he happened to be by medical when you were working. Then, one day, you saw him eating alone in the cafeteria and you dropped down across from him to catch up.

Then lunch turned into a routine for you both. Typically on Wednesdays you’d sit together, if Bucky wasn’t on a mission or you weren’t on the night rotation. Sometimes Sam or Steve or some of the other nurses joined you, but secretly, you liked when it was just you and Bucky. Sometimes it felt like he preferred it that way too.

“So, guess what?” You sat down on the chair across from him, your tray knocking against his. He slowly moved his eyes from the pages of his book – he almost always had his nose in a book at lunch, regardless of the company – and matched your smile.

“I take it you got good news?”

You searched his face then frowned. “Wait, do you already know? That’s not fair.”

“Sam showed me the roster.”

A groan rumbled from your chest. “Boo.” You tipped your head to look at him as you paused. “Can you just pretend you’re about to hear this for the first time?”

Bucky smirked, putting down his book and politely stacking his hands to give you his full attention. “Sure. Start again?”

“Guess what?” You repeated, rolling your eyes.

“I’ve got no clue, doll. What?”

“You are looking at the newest member of the field medical team!” The chair legs squeaked as you danced in celebration.

“Congratulations,” Bucky replied, a wide smile crossing his face. He reached out and offered his fist, which you met with your own. You knocked your knuckles into his twice then wiggled your fingers at one another - a silly secret handshake you had invented together over a Taco Tuesday lunch one day, mostly out of annoyance to Sam.

You deflated afterwards, though, as reality set in. “Hopefully I can make it through training next week. It’s going to be hard but.. I can do hard things.”

Bucky reached over and grabbed your hand, holding it for a moment though he quickly pulled back. “You’re going to do great. You wouldn’t have been picked if you weren’t capable. You’re more than ready and, well, uh, I’m proud of you.”

You smiled, glancing down to where his hand had briefly made contact with yours. It felt.. hot, for some reason. You resisted touching the skin there. This had been happening more than you wanted to admit recently – a new spark when you saw him, when you touched. You thought you had easily avoided the possibilities of a developing crush on Bucky but.. something had been brewing for you. And maybe the same was happening with him, too - when you thought about how he looked at you, how considerate he was…

You wouldn’t know with any certainty unless you asked and you were way, way too scared to ask. Ruining your friendship may not be worth it. Especially if you were joining the medical team that would accompany the Avengers on some of their missions. What if you made it weird? What if you went on one date and it was terrible and your friendship never recovered? What if you asked Bucky out and then he laughed in your face and –

“We should go out and celebrate,” he cut you off.

Wait. Was his voice shaking?

You met his eyes. Was he nervous? “I still.. I have to pass the training.”

“I know,” he nodded. “And tomorrow I leave for.. an undisclosed location for the week. So. When I get back and you’ve crushed the training and have the new job title, let’s go out.”

“Just you and me?” You asked, swallowing hard.

Bucky took a deep breath. “Yeah. If you..”

“Like a date?”

He closed his eyes, face scrunched up. It was cute. “Yeah, like a date, sweetheart. Just you and me.”

Okay, well, okay. Yes. Okay, that answered your question. You supposed the risk was being taken either way. There. He did the thing before you could even talk yourself out of it.

You smiled, nervously adjusting your glasses. Oh my god. You hadn’t even answered. With eyes wide, you reached for him. “Yes, that sounds.. that sounds wonderful. I’d love that.”

He grinned, squeezing your hand. “For a second there, I really thought I screwed all this up.”

---

Bucky couldn’t believe it had taken him this long to finally just do it. Asking you out had been at the top of his list for a long time and although it scared the shit out of him, this follow-up feeling of anticipation had been totally worth it. Now he just needed to get through a grueling mission with a sweet reward at the end – a date with you.

You- the first stranger who treated him like a regular person. You - who cared so deeply about your job. You - who seemed to always hear his snarky comments and always laughed, giggled, snorted, at them. With a smile that could make his entire body warm up.

You. He couldn’t wait for that damn date.

A date was the scary next step. But he was tired of waiting and tired of denying his feelings. And thank god you had reacted just as positively. The foundation of your friendship was so important to him but he had a feeling things could be even better. He prayed he wouldn’t fuck it all up.

When he showed up at the compound early in the morning to get on the jet, Bucky was surprised to see Sam prepping in the pilot’s seat.

Sam jumped in with an answer before the question even left Bucky’s lips. “Natasha had to join Clint on the Belize mission, last minute. So it’s you and me, pal.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. Though he wasn’t mentally prepared for a week with Sam, he could handle it. Bucky was certain he could handle anything that he faced this week, knowing it was your face on his mind keeping him going.

As you crossed his mind again, another thought surfaced.

“If you’re here, who’s taking over the training for the med field team?” Bucky reached for his phone then cursed. They were going dark for this mission so he’d left his phone in his locker. Although he had sent you a message after he got up that morning, he wanted to reach out one last time and send some extra reassurance your way.

“Don’t worry,” Sam knocked his shoulder, standing up to do a final check of the gear. “Your girl is in good hands.” Sam added in a wiggle of his fingers in Bucky's direction.

You weren’t Bucky’s girl.. yet. He didn’t feel bothered by the term. In fact, he loved it and so badly wanted you to be okay with him saying it some day too. Though it was still worth correcting Sam. It didn’t seem fair to put a label on something without consulting you first. Not to mention Sam’s teasing about you and Bucky had been going on for months and Bucky did not want to indulge him.

“She’s not mine,” Bucky replied, scrubbing a hand down his jaw.

Sam carried on. “Boone is doing the training protocol instead, but I’ll manage the final evaluations next week.”

A quiet groan escaped Bucky’s lips. “Boone is a jackass.”

“I don’t disagree that he can be a bit too self assured - but he has proved himself in the field and will be a great mentor to this cohort.”

“Wasn’t he one of the agents Steve benched a few months ago - after his annual physical? What’s the term they used - he was doping?”

Sam sighed. “He was clean but a couple of his buddies were thrown out. But Boone is good, Buck. She’s gonna be fine.” With a final glance at the screen between them, Sam clapped his hands. “Let’s get this over with, shall we?”

---

When you applied for the job at Stark Industries for their medical team, you weren’t entirely sure what the role was going to entail. Your years of working as a nurse at the busiest emergency room in Chicago had given you plenty of experience with, well, everything and anything imaginable. You were always prepared for the unexpected.

What you hadn’t expected though was the pace - it was significantly slower than you imagined. Most of your days revolved around small visits from agents for anything from minor injuries and lacerations to annual physicals. On occasion you’d support when the Avengers came in, but usually they worked directly with Dr. Cho or the other on site doctors.

You figured the cure for your unrelenting desire for more was to get on the field medical team - a group of agents and trained nurses who accompanied the Avengers or other strike teams on missions, acting as a resource for any injuries to civilians and team members alike. Not every mission needed a team and sometimes it would involve last minute travel, but you didn’t mind.

When your application for transfer was finally accepted, you couldn’t get over how excited you were. You had been working hard for months getting into better shape, especially your stamina. Sure, maybe you could do a bit more when it came to targeted strength training but you had qualified on the initial testing to even get into the training level, so you’d be fine.

You could do this.

Truthfully, you were really excited about it. And Bucky had sent you the most encouraging message before he left that morning and you just.. You knew you could do this.

Bucky's words echoed: “...you wouldn’t have been picked if you weren’t capable. You’re more than ready and, well, uh, I’m proud of you.”

You were going to do this well and you were going to make yourself proud, too.

Most of your excitement depleted when you walked into the gym though. You joined the rest of the agents in the training group and braced yourself when you saw Agent Nathan Boone standing with his tablet, calling out names for attendance.

“Wilson had to suit up as Falcon and jump on a critical mission this morning so I’ll be running the training program this week,” he explained as he sized up his group, which included you plus another half a dozen training agents.

Without a doubt, Boone was the worst replacement for Sam you could think of. Boone exuded a confidence you couldn’t quite wrap your mind around, given his frat guy personality. Hiding behind his smarmy grin, linebacker build and perfectly coiffed hair - he was a real jackass.

You tried not to let your mind race as Boone walked you all through the upcoming week of training. You’d be going over everything from basic self defense skills to hand to hand combat strategies to overall endurance drills. Then he explained that next week it was Sam Wilson who’d be doing the final evaluations.

“So let’s prove to him you’re all a good batch, okay?” Boone’s demeanor shifted as he got into his coaching mode. “Let’s start with a warm up run. Onto the treadmills.”

This wasn’t your first interaction with Boone, though you weren’t sure he would remember you.

During your first few weeks you’d been responsible for doing the annual physicals for most of the agents. It had been a very repetitive (and boring) assignment, until some anomalies came up in the test results. A few agents, including Boone, had weird things flagged on their blood and urine tests - mostly markers that indicated steroid use. Which was completely against standards for agents and employees at Stark Industries.

One of them, some bulky aggressive asshole, tried to convince you to look the other way but you had ultimately reported it. The fallout caused a huge uproar between the medical team and the agents, with the consequence coming down on a handful of agents who were fired due to drug use. Boone had escaped that fate somehow, passing his re-test with perfect results. And even though HR promised you it was a sealed case, you were always worried it had left a bit of a target on your back.

Nothing had come from it. The next round of physicals you assisted with didn’t involve any of those field agents and no other concerns had been flagged. Everything seemed back to normal.

In fact, you had seen Boone once since that whole controversy. A few months ago you passed him flirting with one of the admins in your department but you kept your head down and ignored him. That was it.

Hopefully the week of training wouldn’t be soured by your history with him but you figured it was safest to go in with an open mind.

Thankfully, by the end of your run, as you were moving onto some basic tactical drills, he continued treating you just like everyone else. Generally firm and distant overall, but nothing strangely out of the ordinary. His barked orders were delivered to everyone evenly. If he had any recollection of your connected history, he didn’t bring it up.

The first day of training had been tough, especially since you still had a few extra hours of work to log afterwards. When you returned to your reporting station in the medical wing, you had to really settle your mind down and talk your way through the unkind thoughts racing around your brain.

You could do this.

The second day focused exclusively on muscular endurance, which wasn’t really your strong suit but you managed to keep up with the group all the same.

Boone had the entire cohort going hard - with a lot of tough but constructive encouragement coming from him along the way. When one of the other trainees dropped their barbells, it seemed to irritate Boone immensely too. He let out a few curses as he helped them pick the weights back up then apologized for his reaction but the flare of anger was evident.

When you were all heading back to the locker rooms, it was one of the other agents muttering about ‘roid rage’ that raised a red flag for you.

It was during the third day of training that you felt the first tug of resistance with Boone. It was small things that you couldn’t help but file away. The way he delivered supportive commentary to everyone else in the group but only gave you critical feedback. During one of the practical scenarios, he undermined all your answers.

“I see why you’d think that way if you’ve never done this before but I can tell you by experience, it wouldn’t work. Bit of an amateur way of looking at things, actually. You need to do better if you’re going to be in the field with experts. Are you sure you passed the interview for this role?”

He said things in a way that didn’t always seem personal to you, but he certainly delivered them in a condescending tone.

But, maybe, well, maybe you were just reading into things. You were feeling tired already and not really sleeping, so your focus was a bit off.

Yeah, you could do better, strategize better, think things through in a better way.

On the fourth day, after a morning of weapons training and spending time at the range, the session moved onto sparring drills. It was quite basic - Boone walked the group through easy to follow hand to hand techniques, spending time here and there with each person to adjust their form.

Everyone who qualified for the med team had to pass certain physical testing standards already. You had been working hard in the gym for months to get your mind ready, though you knew you weren’t very experienced in anything related to defensive techniques.

When he got to you following one of the scenarios, there was a firm frown on his face. “You need to be less in your head.”

You nodded, flexing and stretching your hands out. “Okay. Uhm okay, well, do you have any tips on how to–”

He was quick to cut you off. “Figure it out. I don’t have time to teach you critical thinking skills.” Following a sharp finger snap, he pointed directly at you. “And what’s with the glasses?”

“Ran out of contacts this morning, but I can do without them if I need to. Its–”

“They’re a safety risk.”

He didn’t care for your explanation or offer you any other advice, instead just muttering something as he moved on and tapping something into the tablet. None of his feedback had been helpful. Christ, you figured maybe it was worth starting a list to consult with Sam about following your evaluation instead.

You just had to get through one more day with Boone. You were tired - down to your bones, from the physical and mental work during this week.

But it was nearly the weekend and that meant next week was approaching. Most importantly, the training would be done and you would have a real date with Bucky on the books, too. You couldn’t wait.

---

The last training day was mostly a culmination of everything you had gone over from the week. There was more endurance testing, some strength and performance work and the day ended with more sparring and situationals.

You knew this was the light at the end of the tunnel. And when everything was wrapping up, you were relieved to finally be done with taking instructions from Boone, too.

Until his final speech. “You’ve been a great group and I would say most of you are ready for next week. Wilson will be impressed.” After a few more notes and instructions for the following week, he dismissed everyone. As you headed back towards the locker room, he called your name.

That made your stomach drop. He waved you back over towards the mats.

“I just wanted to give you a heads up,” Boone started slowly, eyes glancing around the empty room before he looked down at his tablet screen. “Here is the report on your training this week.” He turned the device so you could read over it.

After the first line, you took it from his hands. “Wait - what?”

“I just don’t think you’re ready.” Boone crossed his arms. “You’ve got the medical knowledge, sure. But the rest of it, even if you had another two months to train, I’m doubtful.” He took the tablet back and continued scrolling, as if he hadn’t just delivered such a disappointing blow to you. “It’s up to you whether you still want to do your test with Sam next week, but if I was in your shoes, I’d tap out.”

You swallowed hard, head tipped slightly to the side as you took in what he was saying. “That doesn’t make any sense. I kept up with everyone here this week.”

“This is a controlled environment; I don’t think you can hack it in the field.” Boone shrugged. “Like I said, you’re more than welcome to do your evaluation but I don’t think this will impress The Falcon enough to solidify your spot on the field team.”

“Good thing you’re not in charge of this decision then,” you bit in return, taking a step back. It felt like he was egging you on and you didn’t like it. Even worse that you were alone with him in the gym. “I don’t have to prove shit to you.”

“You don’t have to, or you simply can’t?” He countered, tossing the tablet to the side as he crossed his arms. He sized you up, eyes drawing up the shape of your body. “Let’s try something.” He motioned to the mats. “I’ll give you another chance to change my mind about that report. Maybe I misread your abilities and intentions.”

You knew the right thing to do would be to walk away and ignore how he was antagonizing you. But a tiny voice in the back of your head kept reminding you that you were good, that you had earned your place here. That you needed to show him that.

No, you didn’t.

Yes, you did.

You took a deep breath and stepped forward, placing yourself in the middle of the mat. “Fine. Let’s do it.”

Boone laughed, standing in front of you. He scanned you over again. “Scenario. You’re in the field, there’s a civilian who needs medical attention. You’re alone with them as everyone else explores the area for threats. But, it's night time, it was a busy bit of action and –” Boone reached over and pulled your glasses off. “And you lost your glasses in the chaos.”

Before you could protest about the logistics of this stupid scenario, he threw them to the side.

You shook your head and immediately stepped back. “What the fuck?”

“Maybe you should have worn your contacts today.” He replied and this time, there was something more at the edge of his words. Something unsettling.

This was a bad idea. But he was waiting for you to reply, to call his bluff and tap out. You growled to yourself and stayed.

“The civilian has a broken limb so you’re on the ground beside them.” Without even hesitating he placed both his hands on your shoulders and shoved you down to your knees.

None of this made any lick of sense. This wasn’t a scenario you’d end up in. You wouldn’t be alone or you’d call for backup.

He continued without a second thought, moving to stand behind you, placing his hand on the crown of your head. “And someone comes at you from behind – now you’re compromised and so is your civilian.”

You sat there on your knees, chock still. A red flashing light was going off in your mind but for some reason, you stayed.

A low, grumbly laugh escaped him. “See? Not only are you a terrible nurse but you have no fucking instinct—”

You immediately swung your leg up to hook behind him, not sending him down to the ground but gaining enough of your own momentum to plot out your next move. Planting a foot, you lunged forward and grabbed his waist, pulling him towards the mat.

That really set off whatever anger had been simmering in him. The next thing you saw was the training mat as your face and torso were being shoved against it.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Your shouting felt useless as your body writhed under his weight. Your cheek dragged across the plastic mat as you moved, burning against your skin. “Get off of me, you—”

“Defend. Yourself.” Boone barked back, adjusting to grab your arm. He gripped your elbow, then twisted your wrist behind your back. A jolt of pain rushed down your shoulder. “Took me a few days but then I remembered your face.”

You cried out, squeezing your eyes shut. “Please just stop. What is—why are you—”

“Three of my friends, my brothers – you ruined their lives, you know that? They lost all their job prospects, they have fuck all left because of what you did. You know, we need that stuff - to keep up with supersoldiers. There is nothing fucking wrong with some pharmaceutical help. If I’m backing up Captain America, I deserve the boost.” With his knee pressing against your back, he leveraged himself to sit up a bit straighter. But his grip on your wrist remained, growing tighter and tighter. “If you had just turned the other way and ignored those tests—”

“I was doing my job,” you mumbled back at him. “They were the ones who broke the rules and—”

His voice hadn’t quite grown to shouting but the intensity grew. “And you are the one who suffers now, alright? And you sure as hell aren’t joining the field team. I’m going to make sure of it.”

---

All Bucky wanted to do when they got back to the compound was text you. It was late Sunday night but he didn’t care.

After the grueling week he and Sam had, Bucky took comfort in knowing soon enough he’d get to see you. He wanted to know about everything from last week - from training to everyday life, he just wanted to talk to you. Crossing the threshold from friends to something more was scary but during his long, sleepless nights, you provided a strange sense of comfort to him.

Without doing a dang thing. Just knowing you made him better, inspired him to be better and to be present.

“Hey,” Sam tugged on Bucky’s arm before he headed to the locker room. “Medical check first. Then you’re free to send your little smiley face emojis to her.”

Bucky grumbled but didn’t have the energy to argue with Sam. The mission had gone well but hadn’t been the smoothest for either of them. While they both returned unharmed, Bucky knew coming down from these sorts of weeks properly was important.

Finally, after a clearance from the nurse and a quick shower - Bucky was turning his phone back on.

He dismissed all the messages from Steve and an Avengers group chat he liked to ignore then finally found his way to his conversation with you. Seeing a slew of your thoughts over the course of the week made him smile.

You: good luck this week - come back in one piece, please <3

You: made it through day one and two, turns out my five-story walkup apartment is good for my cardio skills after all lol You: remind me of that next time I complain about the stairs

You: day three has proved that I do need to work on my upper body strength You: wanna be my personal trainer? ;)

You: miss you, hope everything is going safely You: this week has really kicked my ass

Your messages did peter off by Friday and although Bucky longed for more, he assumed you were probably just tired after the long week. Plus, the training wasn’t for the light of heart. Sam had shown him the schedule and although it was standard, its intensity was intentional. Not that Bucky doubted you - he knew you’d been preparing as best as you could since you had shown an interest in joining the field team months ago. But that could really exhaust someone by the end of it.

And tomorrow you had to power through a final evaluation with Sam too, so Bucky hoped you got to spend the rest of the weekend resting.

He dropped down onto one of the benches and planned his response.

Bucky: hey doll, made it back safe and sound Bucky: in one piece, I promise :) Bucky: can’t wait to hear about last week, I’m sure you did great Bucky: good luck tomorrow, I’ll come find you after the eval Bucky: sweet dreams

---

Bucky felt a little bit silly, lingering outside the training gym. At least he wasn’t pacing, that would have been an even worse look. He leaned against the opposite wall to the doors, arms crossed.

Something just felt a bit off for him and, well, finally seeing you would help ease his mind. It was just strange – the lack of communication. Sure, he had sent his message quite late the night before but he assumed he might hear something back from you during the day.

But no, it had been radio silence. He could attribute it to your needing to prepare for your evaluation but that didn’t seem like enough of a justification. In all the times you and he had been friends, you always managed to send a reply.

He would just have to settle for an in person update, following your testing with Sam. Five other agents exited the gym by mid afternoon, but you never showed up at the door.

Sam did eventually emerge, tapping quickly against his tablet. He came to a halt when he spotted Bucky waiting, arms now tightly locked behind his back.

Bucky looked over Sam’s shoulder, trying to glimpse into the gym before he met his eyes. “How’d she do?”

Sam let out an awkward laugh. “Well, she didn’t show. She sent me an email earlier saying that she was sick.”

Bucky’s brow furrowed slightly. “Oh.”

“I know, weird. What’s even more weird though is that when I said we could reschedule her for another date, she tapped out.” Sam raised his shoulder to shrug then showed Bucky the screen.

Bucky scanned over the message and frowned. It was true. Your reply to Sam was short, explaining you didn’t want to reschedule and declined any further interest in the field team. That was it. You were out.

“Given how she sent me a five-paragraph essay explaining how excited she was to join the team, this seems out of character.” Sam tucked the screen under his arm and patted Bucky on the shoulder. “Give me an update after you talk to her.”

“What makes you think—”

“Oh, I already see your wheels turning. You’re doing the math on how quickly you can get to her place.” Sam called after him as Bucky turned to leave. “Let her know I can reschedule her anytime!”

---

You knew you couldn’t ignore Bucky forever. It was just.. it felt like too much, thinking of a way to reply. After what happened with Boone on Friday, every single thing in your life felt like climbing the steepest mountain.

It was absurd how quickly things had escalated. You should have just walked away the instant Boone brought up your evaluation. Getting on that mat with him was really fucking stupid and.. here you were.

You could barely remember how you got home Friday – dazed and confused and numb. After Boone finished screaming and you had stopped trying to fight back, you curled up on yourself. You fought back tears over the humiliation and pain, hands shaking as you grabbed your things from the locker room. One ridiculously overpriced cab ride later and you made it home to your studio in Astoria.

Then you cried in the shower and all the way to your bed - where you stayed as long as you possibly could on Saturday, dousing yourself in painkillers just to try and stay asleep.

You knew you needed to go to urgent care, or even just an emergency room - somewhere you could afford the x-ray. You had never broken a bone before but you had seen plenty of hand fractures during your time working in triage. You couldn’t make a fist, your hand was bruising up towards your wrist and the pain was excruciating. The image of Boone stomping on your hand and wrist as you tried to crawl away was imprinted in your mind…

You were stuck on the climb though. The mental battle of trying to figure out the best lie to tell the admitting nurses anywhere was daunting. Christ, how would you explain this?

You had to - you had to tell someone. The way Boone had flown off the handle, how he attacked you verbally and physically, he couldn’t get away with it. You knew the right thing to do but… fuck if you weren’t scared. He had made it pretty clear he’d be keeping an eye on you. And there was no way you’d be able to do your test with Sam now.

If you reported him, you’d probably have to get HR and the police involved and what if he denied everything and—

You ended up in a helpless loop every single time.

Saturday came and went. You only left your apartment to visit the nearest drugstore for a new compression bandage and more pain medication. Sunday passed by just the same. You skipped your normal spin class and barely spent time outside of your bed.

The pain in your hand was growing worse and worse. You had to use your left hand to send Sam and your manager messages - because even just moving your right hand made your stomach swirl. And the guilt about not responding to Bucky was growing bigger and bigger too.

How could you explain it? Boone had pressed your buttons and you pushed back and look what happened. How could Bucky be proud of you now?

Your phone had buzzed mid afternoon, just after you were supposed to be doing your session with Sam.

It was Bucky - worried and asking if you needed anything for whatever illness was plaguing you.

You ignored it.

When he called, you ignored that too.

You were balled up on the end of your couch, eyes glazed over as another episode of your favourite show loaded up on Netflix. You knew you needed to eat something, that the pain medication on an empty stomach was a recipe for disaster. But… you couldn’t get up. Laying perfectly still with a bag of frozen vegetables on your hand was the closest thing to relief you had.

Then, someone was knocking at your door. The noise made you gasp, though you couldn’t move. You could ignore the noise along with everything else. It was probably just your downstairs neighbour back to complain about your TV again and –

Whoever was at the door knocked again, this time calling out your name.

You recognized the voice.

Bucky.

He called your name out again. “Listen, I don’t care if you’re sick. I just want to make sure you’re alright. I grabbed some soup from that place I was telling you about.”

You sucked in a deep breath and pulled yourself up off the couch. You really, really wanted to see him - just the idea of his smile made everything feel a bit better. But then you couldn’t hide anymore and… hiding felt safe.

“I’m okay,” you finally replied as you got approached. “Feeling better but I might be contagious, Buck.”

You sensed some relief from him as his feet shuffled on the other side of the door. “Sweetheart, I.. I can’t even get sick, okay? I just need to see you.”

“My apartment is a mess.”

“I don’t care.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “Bucky, I’m.. I’m not at my best right now.”

“I don’t care.” He said your name once more. “Please.”

You pulled up the hood of your sweatshirt then reluctantly reached for the door knob.

---

When you finally opened the door, Bucky was relieved. But when you immediately turned away to return to your couch without a word, his relief felt misplaced. Something was wrong. Your sudden weekend illness and dropping out of the new job training weren’t adding up to anything that felt good.

He was worried.

Bucky had never been inside your apartment before. There were a handful of occasions after work or some happy hour thing when he dropped you off but this was new. He liked the idea of seeing your home but he wished it had been different circumstances.

Home was a little studio, with a compact kitchen ahead of him across from the door. Beside it was a cozy living room area separated from the bed and windows, divided by a short bookcase. It was so very you and Bucky wanted nothing more than to just be there with you, scan over the books you like and curl up together on the couch.

But it wasn’t the time to daydream. Instead, he stepped into the kitchen to deposit the takeout bag, retrieving the soup before moving to where you were curling back up in your blankets.

“How are you feeling?” He took another step closer but stopped when you leaned away from his approach. He took a seat opposite you and extended the container in your direction.

“Yeah, I’m.. okay,” you replied with a shrug. “Thanks for the soup.” You took it from him, reaching across yourself awkwardly with a shaking hand, and rested it on your lap.

He took the moment of silence to get a better look at you. Behind your glasses, your eyes were swollen, as if you had been crying. Bucky watched you carefully maneuver the spoon and it wasn’t lost on him you were favouring your left hand. In fact, your right arm was barely moving.

“Do you need anything else? I could run to the pharmacy..” He trailed off as his eyes shifted to your coffee table, which was littered with an array of pill bottles. Mostly painkillers and what looked like a melting bag of frozen peas. And tucked under the table was… a half empty bottle of wine. Not exactly the type of self medication for a stomach bug or the common cold.

You closed your eyes, taking another taste of the soup before gently moving it to the table. “I think the worst of it has passed. Just.. tired now, I guess. I’ll be back at work tomorrow.” You smiled, just barely, then it disappeared as your eyes shut.

Bucky considered that the perfect opportunity to change the subject. Your name left his lips. It was quiet. You peaked one eye open to look at him.

“What happened last week?” he asked.

You laughed, though it came out quite empty. “Just five very intense, rigorous training days. I wasn’t great but.. I managed, I guess.”

Bucky cut to the chase, though he couldn’t predict your reaction. “So how come you’re not doing the final evaluation?”

A long sigh escaped you, rolling your eyes before leaning back again. You stared at the ceiling. “Should I just start adding you to all my correspondence with Sam?”

“Don’t be mad at Sam,” Bucky replied. “I asked him and he only told me because he was worried.”

You laughed again, with more of your body. The same emptiness remained and this time it seemed to cause you pain. You winced, swallowing an uncomfortable look on your face as you turned to peer at him. “I’m not mad at Sam. I’m mad at..” You shook your head. “At myself, I guess.”

“Why?”

“It doesn’t matter, alright? It’s over and I missed today and–”

“Sam offered to resch–”

“Bucky, it doesn’t matter!” You snapped this time, cutting him off.

Bucky shook his head. Something else was going on. He had never seen you like this before - despondent and… broken. Sure, your friendship had rarely escaped the walls of work but the foundation between you both was solid. He had seen your ups and downs, and you had seen his too - recalling bad dates and ranting about missions and laughing over lunch and all of it.

He knew you. The person sitting across from him, it wasn’t you.

“Sweetheart, please tell me what’s going on.”

Your eyes were closed again, head shaking. “Nothing is..” Your lip trembled. “Maybe you should just go..”

Bucky stood from the couch, but he didn’t move to the door. Instead, he crouched right in front of you. “If that’s what you really want, I’ll go, okay? I’d never stay if you didn’t want me here. But you opened that door for me. You could have already sent me away, soup in hand. I’m here right now because I care about you.” He said your name again, like a plea for you to look at him. “I can help, okay? Whatever is going on, I can help. Let me help, please.”

Your breath picked up, intertwined with winces of pain as you adjusted on the couch. You crossed your legs then moved your arms carefully, using your left hand to tear away your sweatshirt. Finally, you opened your eyes and extended your right arm to Bucky.

Despite being wrapped in a compression bandage, the swelling was evident on your fingers. Bruises littered your hand too and continued upwards to your t-shirt line.

Bucky dropped to his knees, looking from your face down towards your arm. He whispered out your name, desperately trying not to fill in the blanks without getting more information from you. “What happened?”

You simply shook your head, swallowing whatever response was trying to escape.

“Can I–” He motioned to your hand, cautiously reaching for it. You didn’t move, allowing him to unwrap the bandaging. You winced at the touch and change in pressure, eyes clamping shut again as you breathed deeply.

Bucky skated his fingers along the side of your forearm, down towards your wrist and hand. Light shades of purple and blue decorated your skin but the swelling was what concerned Bucky the most.

“I’m worried something is broken.” You finally said quietly, letting out another groan of pain as Bucky flipped your hand over to assess the underside.

He wanted to reply with ‘yeah, no shit’ but figured that wouldn’t be helpful. If you hadn’t sought out medical attention by now, there was probably a good reason. You were smart, a nurse who could easily figure out her own symptoms. But something was stopping you. Embarrassment, guilt.. Maybe fear?

Bucky was gentle as he held your hand. Christ, his mind was racing. “What happened? Did you fall? Did something go wrong last week?”

You shook your head.

Although there was one giant fucking obvious glaring answer to his next question, Bucky wanted to hear your response. Maybe you had fallen or dropped something on it this weekend. Maybe you had crushed it between a door or something, anything else than someone hurting you. Because the thought of anyone doing that, inflicting any intentional harm –

Bucky sucked in a breath and looked back at you. Your lower lip was already trembling again. He had to ask. He didn’t want to, but he fucking had to.

“Sweetheart, who did this to you?”

“I should have walked away, Bucky. I..” You immediately trailed off, head shaking again as you tried to collect yourself.

With you, Bucky would be patient. He would always be patient. A few moments ticked by as he waited, still holding your injured hand in his.

“It was supposed to just be a routine scenario, a test sort of thing I guess. But he was… he was volcanic. The anger erupted and he - he.. Bucky, I was just doing my job, it’s not my fault his friends lost theirs an-and he got so mad. I tried to get away but he just kept going.”

He said your name quietly. “Take a deep breath for me, okay?” You did, breathing in tandem with him a few times as you steadied yourself. “You’ve gotta tell me a name, please.”

After another deep breath, you nodded. “It was Boone.” You closed your eyes. “I think he’s taking drugs, steroids–again and he just.. I shouldn’t have engaged him at all. And I tried to get away once I realized he was freaking out..”

Bucky stilled, lips pulled into a straight line. “Hey, look at me.” He waited for you to meet his gaze. “This isn’t your fault.” God, he wanted to say so much more but the simmering anger below the surface was bubbling up. And that wasn’t important. You needed an x-ray and real medical attention. Then, maybe he could face the rage coursing through his bones. “Sweetheart, we’ve gotta get this looked at, okay?”

Reluctantly, your head shook. “I know. I just.. I don’t want to have to go to urgent care and explain what happened. I should have already gone and I feel so stupid about the whole thing and-and–”

He placed his free hand on your knee to stop you. “Okay. It's okay. I think I know where we can go. Let me make a few phone calls.”

---

PART 2

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h1biscusgal · 3 months ago

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hello can I be 🥔 potato anon hehe

Yesterday I entered the void state and all I did was affirm and tell my doubts, worries to shut up. I can’t believe it was that simple but it was. I felt the darkness engulf me and this tingling flying sensation I didn’t react I just kept affirming: “I am the void.”

I’m a reality shifter so when I entered I just asked to shift to my 2015 summer dr. Because I love 2010’s🫶 I opened my eyes and I was in the back of a car on a roadtrip!! My phone had a button at the bottom, it wasn’t a iphone 13 like i have here. I checked the date and it was july. I look exactly the way I scripted to look and I’m happy I got to shift there!

TLDR: the void is easy go shift

HOLY FUCK, A SUCCESS AGAIN???

AND A SHIFTER!?????

*faints dramatically*

(I don't think I'd be even that dramatic for my own shift fr I JUST LOVE MY ANONS UGH)

I ADORE YOUR SUCCESS, PLEASE, YOU DID IT AND I'M SO SO PROUD OF YOU ML, EVERYONE WE GOT A SUCCESS HERE.

CONGRATULATIONS ML AONSONAOJSOANOD MWAH WMAH MWAH MWAH, THE VOID IS EASY WE CAN DO IT!!!!

AND HELL YEAH YOU CAN BE MY 🥔 ANON

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red-riot-unbreakable-heart · 3 months ago

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Hi Red! Can you write a fic where The Reader x Hitoshi are best friends, but The Reader is dating Eijiro? And they are all at a party and Hitoshi is just absolutely LUSTING over the reader and he learns that she’s a virgin and he’s like obsessed but can’t have her!? Idk just thinking! No pressure, but I'd love to read somethin like this! xx

Ok anon hope you’re ready!

Guilty As Sin. | An Angsty AF Fic

Hitoshi Shinsou x Reader, Eijirou Kirishima x Reader, Denki Kaminari x Hitoshi Shinsou

It’s a good night. Hitoshi keeps having to remind himself that it’s a good night, even when he feels like it’s not.

All of his friends are at this bar – chatting, laughing, having a good time. The former students of Class A are scattered across the room, and the sight makes Hitoshi’s heart warm and fuzzy even as he feels like his life is falling apart.

It’s been quite a few years since they’ve all graduated, and everyone is now a successful Pro Hero in their own right. Most of the class has made the top 30 on the hero charts. A few of them – like Hitoshi – have decided to go underground. The charts don’t matter to indie heroes, but he tries to keep track of everyone’s standing so he can congratulate each of them whenever they rise up a number.

Anyway, you might be wondering just why Hitoshi feels like his life is falling apart? Well, the answer is simple. It’s because she’s here. And she looks hot as all hell.

A few minutes earlier, Y/N breezed through the bar door. She looks absolutely gorgeous – so gorgeous it takes Hitoshi’s breath away when he sees her. She’s cute and wearing a tight fitting black top that shows off all her curves. Her wide leg jeans flare out in a way that accentuates her tight fucking waist. Her soft hair flows down her back in neat waves. She’s wearing that sharp winged eyeliner that Hitoshi loves – it’s the kind of makeup that accentuates her round eyes and soft features in the best way.

Shit. He wants her so badly, he feels himself getting turned on just at the sight of her. He’s already in motion – moving towards her. Ready to by her a drink. Ready to laugh at whatever smart joke she’ll make. Ready to guide her through the crowd with his hand on the small of her back. He just wants to stand in her vicinity, to smell that sweet perfume she loves roll off of her delicate skin.

He stops dead a second later, as her boyfriend walks through the door behind her.

Now in his twenties, Eijirou Kirishima is built like a brick wall. He’s tall and strong in all the ways you’d expect a top ranking Pro Hero to be. His dyed red hair is longer than it was last time Hitoshi saw him, but otherwise he looks more or less the same. He’s wearing a black t-shirt that stretches tightly across his chest, and dark jeans that accentuate the muscles of his legs.

Eijirou follows close behind Y/N, and she reaches behind her easily to entwine their hands together. Hitoshi feels his heart ache at the way that the motion is so natural, second nature after years of being romantic partners. He wishes he were in Eijirou’s place – grinning and waving to friends as he’s lead into the bar by his stunning Pro Hero girlfriend.

Hitoshi feels immediate shame at the thought. Y/N is one of his best friends and Eijirou is also a good buddy. They are all close. Lusting after Y/N this way is downright inappropriate, but he just can’t help it.

After a moment, Y/N and Eijirou break away from each other. He heads off to the bar for drinks while she continues greeting friends. Mina and Hagakure hug her and Ochaco waves at her enthusiastically from across the bar. She continues on her spree of hellos, and finally it’s Hitoshi’s turn.

Y/N strides over to where he’s standing. She waves all the way, her eyes bright and her pink mouth moving a million miles per minute as she strolls up to him.

“Toshi! Toshi! Toshi!” She says, throwing her arms around him. She’s more than a head shorter than him, so she really needs to reach to toss her arms across his broad shoulders. He lets her, trying to keep his face from splitting into a wide grin at the way she says his name so sweetly. “It’s been forever!”

“We got coffee just last week.” He says teasingly, patting her awkwardly on the back as he waits for her to detach. He can’t let anyone see him getting too eager at her touch. “Forever implies that I’ve been neglecting you.”

He steps back from him and rolls her eyes. “Whatever! How have you been? How did that case end up going?” She’s referring to his latest piece of detective work. He’s been partnering with the local police to take down a sizeable drug ring. He grins.

“We’re making progress. There’s going to be a raid in the next couple of weeks, actually. We’re working to nail down the date.”

“Omg! Well let me know if you need another Pro on hand that can pack a punch.” She slams her fist into her palm, and Hitoshi is reminded just how strong she is. “I’ve always wanted us to work together!”

He chuckles. “Not on this assignment, Y/N. But I promise, if the right opportunity comes up I’ll contact your agency.”

“Always so formal.” She says, waving away at his words. “Just text me. We can figure out paperwork later. After all, we’re BFFs.”

“Yeah, whatever you say.” He tries to keep his tone flat, but he can’t help the way his mouth quirks into a smile whenever she underscores their closeness. “Want me to get you a drink or something?”

“Nah.” She shakers her head. “Eij is grabbing me something. But tell me more about what you’re working on right now! I want to hear everything.”

She’s so bubbly and sweet that it makes Hitoshi’s heart squeeze. He fills her in on the other cases he’s working on, and she tells him about a big brawl she had the day before. He doesn’t tell her that he watched all of the news coverage on it twice. He lets her talk, enjoying the way her storytelling bounces all over the place before she hones in on the major plot points.

Eijirou joins them a moment later, holding out pink lemonade for his girlfriend. She accepts the glass gratefully, grinning up at him.

“OMG did you get them to add this in!?” She practically vibrates with excitement, examining the tiny orange straw that’s floating in her drink.

“Ha. Yeah, I saw them putting it in the piña coladas and figured you’d love that shit.”

“Eij, you’re the best!” She reaches up to pat him on the head, and he needs to bend down to accommodate her. They grin at each other as she repeatedly pats his bright red locks. She turns back to Hitoshi. “You’ve gotta tell Eijirou about your big drug bust – he’s been working on a similar case up north and could definitely use any advice you’ve got.”

Eijirou looks at Hitoshi good-naturedly, his sharp teeth glinting in the lowlight of the bar. “Yeah, man! Any tips you have would be much appreciated. I’ve worked a few drug cases with Fat Gum, but I’m still fairly new to the whole scene. I don’t really have the brain for remembering drug syndicate hierarchy.”

Hitoshi wishes Eijirou weren’t so goddamn nice. It would be easier to be jealous of him if he could stand to be a little mean.

Hitoshi gamely gives Eijirou some advice, describing the past cases he’s worked on and sharing some thoughts on Eij’s own projects. Y/N eventually flitters away to catch up with the girls.

It’s not long before Denki, Shoto and Izuku drift over and join the conversation. Before long, they’re all sharing stories and jokes and laughing and Hitoshi is so incredibly grateful that he has these wonderful friends.

A few rounds of drinks later, they’re jokes are getting more bawdy, their conversations more raunchy.

Sero joins them and starts telling a story about a hookup who wanted to be tied up with his tape during sex. He brags about it, detailing all the positions they tried throughout the date. By the end of the tale, Izuku’s face is bright red and Denki has asked a billion questions.

They go around the circle, each of them sharing a wild dating or hookup story. For Hitoshi’s turn, he mentions a recent date where the girl had asked him how much money he made a year. Hitoshi had ended the date before dessert. The group murmurs sympathetically.

“Damn cheugy gold diggers.” Shoto says flatly and the group erupts with laughter. Hitoshi cracks a smile as Shoto looks around in surprise. “Did I use that term incorrectly?”

“No, no, you did great bud.” Sero assures him as he continues to laugh. “You’re just so damn formal all the time, it’s funny to hear you use modern slang.”

Sero turns to Hitoshi. “Don’t worry, Tosh, there are better people out there.” he says encouragingly, clapping a hand on Hitoshi’s back. Hitoshi tries to grin hopefully, but in the back of his mind he laments about how no girl can ever come close to Y/N.

They continue to swap stories, and Hitoshi both looks forward to and dreads Eijirou’s eventual contribution to the saucy conversation. On one hand, he’s dying to hear about their sex life. He wants to know what Y/N is like in bed, what she enjoys, what she hates…he wants every scrap of forbidden information he can get. But on the other hand…he doesn’t want to know. He doesn’t want to hear about the way that Eijirou pleasures her, or how much she enjoys getting her freak on with the red head. Just the thought of them fucking makes his insides twist uncomfortably with jealousy. Also. It’s none of his goddamn business what his friends do within the confines of their healthy, committed relationship.

It’s embarrassing how when Denki finally turns the conversation on Eijirou, Hitoshi almost holds his breath in anticipation of what he’ll hear.

“Well, I’d ask you for any hot stories…” Denki says teasingly at Eijirou, “but I know Y/N isn’t really into anything too explicit. You’ve gotta have the bluest balls in Japan.” He laughs, smacking Eij on the back. Eijirou rolls his eyes and grins, revealing nothing.

“I shouldn’t have told you anything about my sex life.” Eijirou huffs, but he doesn’t look mad. “Besides, a gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell.” The group laughs and moves on respectfully.

Denki starts talking about his various successes and failures with dating apps. Shoto asks if the group can help him set up a Tinder profile. Everyone explodes into laughter, but Sero holds out his hand expectantly for Shoto’s phone. The icy hot hero hands the device over curiously, thanking Sero for his help.

Hitoshi just stares at Eijirou, surprised. What does Denki mean ‘I know Y/N isn’t’ really into anything explicit. You’ve gotta have the bluest balls in Japan.’ Could that mean that…? Do Eijirou and Y/N not have sex? Questions swirl around Hitoshi’s mind like a hurricane.

He tries to participate in the rest of the conversation like a normal human being, he really does. But it’s hard not to wonder more at Denki’s words.

Eventually, the group breaks up – Sero and Shoto wander off to a table to work on the Tinder profile. Denki and Izuku join the girls for some dancing (Izuku absolutely butchering the Cha Cha Slide, as is to be expected). And Eijirou and Hitoshi are left alone.

Eijirou takes a swig from his beer – the man is an absolute tank. He’s been through at least 6 drinks and he’s only just starting to get tipsy. Hitoshi’s eyes dart across the room to take in Y/N who’s dancing with Mina and Izuku, her hands thrown up in the air. Usually at this point in the night, Y/N is bringing Eijirou an endless supply of water to break up his alcohol intake. He tends to forget to down a glass of water in between each beer. She seems so wrapped up in the music and her friends that she’s seemingly forgotten her boyfriend. Good. Hitoshi decides to take advantage and press his luck.

“So dating’s not going well?” Eijirou grins at him apologetically, taking another sip of his drink. Hitoshi stiffens for a moment, meeting his friend’s sharp red crimson eyes.

“…No. But it’s my partially my fault. I’m not really putting too much effort in.” Hitoshi shrugs, trying not to let his gaze wander towards Y/N on the dance floor. Her body is a goddamn wonderland – the way she’s moving her hips. Her head is thrown back as she laughs at Izuku’s pathetic attempt at the Cotton Eyed Joe.

“You’ll find someone great, man. I know it.” Eijirou smiles and those pointy teeth recapture Hitoshi’s attention. He looks like a handsome shark. “You’re an amazing person. Super manly. Anyone would be lucky to have you as their partner.”

Hitoshi is touched by this. Really, he is. He tries to push down the green eyed monster of envy that’s always slithering around his chest when he’s around Eijirou, because this guy is just too goddamn sweet.

“Thanks, Eij.” He says softly, but Eijirou waves the thanks away.

Hitoshi takes a sip of his own drink, letting his lips linger against the cool glass.

“I mean it, dude. Y/N and I were talking about you yesterday – she was saying that you’re literally a great catch and you’ll definitely find your person when the time is right.”

Hitoshi chokes a bit on his drink, drawing the glass away from his face as he coughs and sputters. Finally, he manages to get out: “She really said that?”

“Of course!” Eijirou grins encouragingly. “We’ve been trying to think of people at our agencies who might be a good fit for you. She really wants to set you up with someone nice.”

Hitoshi’s heart sinks. Of course Y/N wants to set him up with someone else. He doesn’t want to talk about this anymore. Without thinking, he changes the subject. He’s really gotta know more about what Denki said. He decides to take the risk.

“Hey, man. Can I ask you an, um, personal question?” Hitoshi asks uncertainly, his eyes darting across Eijirou’s face to gauge his vibe.

Eijirou grins easily, his eyelids drooped a bit over his sharp red eyes. “Yeah, dude. Y’can ask me whatever.” He throws an arm around Hitoshi and almost drops his beer. Hitoshi’s shoulders jump a bit at the unexpected contact. Wow. Kirishima is drunker than he’d originally thought.

“I just overheard something and…well…” He might as well just say it outright. It’s not like he’s going to get a chance to bring this up again. “Have you and Y/N ever had sex?” He tries to keep his tone light, casual. Like he’s not prying, just asking a simple question.

Eijirou is silent, his eyes still foggy.

Hitoshi bites his lip. Oh, shit. He’s gone too far. Eijirou slides his arm off of Hitoshi’s shoulders and the purple haired hero worries he might get punched. He prepares to duck.

Instead, Eijirou looks up at him, his eyes a bit wide with surprise. When he finally speaks, he drops his voice low. “I figured you’d know this, since you and Y/N are so close. But we’ve never had penetrative sex. Y/N has a lot of issues to work through with that, so we’re waiting.”

Oh. Oh.

Hitoshi’s mind scrambles in a thousand different directions at this information.

His initial feeling is hurt. How could Y/N never have mentioned this? Sure, it’s a very personal matter, but whatever issues she needs to work through…surely she should have felt comfortable talking to him about them!? Then he immediately feels guilty. Whatever the “issues” she’s dealing with are, they are likely serious. And she doesn’t owe him an explanation as to why she has such a quiet sex life. It’s really none of his business.

And then there’s a part of him that instantly clings onto the idea that she’s a virgin. He feels so ashamed to be thinking this…but fuck does that make him want her even more. It underscores just how innocent she is. Inexperienced. Shit…he could fucking corrupt her. He can’t even imagine what it would be like to be the first one to pleasure her with a cock, to watch her eyes go wide with surprise and desire as he sinks his dick deep inside of her tight pussy. To have her creamy thighs bracket his body as he takes her missionary position, speaking soft words as he lets her adjust to his size, and…

“Dude, you with me?” Eijirou waves his hand clumsily in front of Hitoshi’s face. Hitoshi blinks and stumbles back a step, his cheeks tinged red with shame at being caught fantasizing about fucking Eijirou’s girlfriend. His friend.

He needs to let this go already.

“Wow that’s just…surprising to me, I guess.” Hitoshi says, trying to choose his words carefully as Eijirou takes another deep gulp from his drink. The next questions spills from Hitoshi’s lips before he can really think it through. “You guys have been together for almost four years. How have you not gone crazy?”

Eijirou looks at him thoughtfully over the brim of his glass. “Hitoshi, let me ask you this. Have you ever had a significant other?”

Hitoshi is surprised at the question. He stammers out something noncommittal.

“I’ve been with women – “

“I know you’ve hooked up with people. But have you ever been in a long-term relationship with a single person? Have you ever been in love with someone?”

Eijirou’s tone is open, honest. He’s genuinely asking. Hitoshi avoids his gaze – the truth is, he’s never had a relationship longer than a few months. None of the girls or guys that he’s been with ever measure up to the person he really wants to date. Y/N.

And as for being in love…well, he’s certain that he’s in love with Y/N.

Y/N who’s goofy and perfect in the most unusual ways. Y/N who’s dedicated to her hero work but also always makes time for her friends and hobbies. Y/N who makes that crooked little smile whenever she sees Hitoshi enter the room. Y/N who, despite being a successful hero with more than enough money to spare, drives an outdated beater car with a broken CD player. Y/N who knows his coffee order by heart and is always available to listen to him vent on the phone. Y/N who has a million litter quirks and eccentricities that Hitoshi has noticed and noted over the course of their friendship.

But he can’t date her, because she’s already with Eijirou. His friend. Who he really, sincerely cares about.

Honestly, Hitoshi feels like he’s cursed. Hopelessly in love with his friend’s girlfriend. Who also happens to be his close friend. The universe really is cruel sometimes.

“No.” He lies through his teeth. “I’ve never been in love with someone.”

Eijirou’s expression softens. “Well. I’ve learned that there’s way more to a relationship than just sex. Sex is important, yeah, but it’s only a small piece in the greater puzzle. Y/N is incredible, and our relationship is so much more than physical. So if she needs time to sort her shit out before we can fuck, I’m happy to wait.”

He smiles adoringly, eyes searching for her in the crowd. Hitoshi follows his gaze and glances over to the left. She’s still dancing with their friends. Chappell Roan’s Pink Pony Club is blasting across the bar’s speakers and Y/N and Mina are shimmying to the beat, Ochaco trapped between them. They’re all giggling as they sway and move and pull faces at each other to the tune. Y/N hops up and down on the balls of her feet, and her top slips down a bit to reveal her buttery cleavage. Hitoshi gulps, hoping that Eijirou can’t see the hunger in his eyes as he stares at Y/N’s gorgeous tits. But Eijirou isn’t looking at him – he’s too busy also staring at her. His eyes are fond.

“I swear to God if you tell anyone this, I’ll have to kill you. Y/N would hate me sharing this. But…”

Hitoshi’s eyes snap back to Eijirou’s face. He’s dying to hear what his friend will say next.

“…It’s not so hard to abstain from penetrative sex when your girlfriend gives the greatest head in the universe.” Eijirou whispers, his voice low and gravely. His eyes are still locked on Y/N, who’s now being twirled around by Hagakure’s invisible fingers. Izuku joins the girls again, this time bearing drinks. They take a break from dancing and gratefully grab ice teas from Izuku’s filled arms. Hitoshi’s eyes widen as he watches the way her wet pink lips wrap around her drink’s paper straw.

“She’s g-good at…?” Hitoshi gulps again, his mouth feels dry all of a sudden. He watches as Y/N sucks down a deep gulp of iced tea, her eyes bright under the bar’s fluorescents.

“Fuck, yes.” Eijirou breathes, sipping at his beer. He leans in closer to Hitoshi, whispering conspiratorially. “It’s so hard not to talk about it all the time, honestly. The way she sucks dick is otherworldly. Like…I can literally feel her sucking my soul out of my body sometimes.”

Suddenly Hitoshi’s pants feel a little tight. He can’t stand being burdened with this lewd knowledge. Fuck. Now he’s picturing Y/N on her knees, looking up at him with those big doe eyes of hers as she pops open the fly of his pants and slowly unzips them. He can picture it so vividly – the way she would lick her way up his cock before slowly taking the head into her mouth. She would giggle at the size – Hitoshi knows he’s larger than average – and then she would swallow him down without a thought.

“Does she…” Hitoshi wets his mouth, unsure if he can ask this next question. He’s already pried too much into Eijirou’s personal life. He decides to push for one more piece of information. “Does she…swallow?”

“Fuck yeah she does.” Eijirou says lowly, he swirls his drink in his hand. “She’s a goddamn dream.” He continues to watch his girlfriend as she chatters happily to her friends, pausing every once and a while to take a sip from her cute little drink.

“But yeah. I can’t wait to fuck her someday.” Eijirou says, his gaze finally snapping away from his girlfriend. “I’m going to make her see fucking stars, man. That’s how well I’m gonna fuck her.” Eijirou is starting to slur his words. Hitoshi reaches forward and grabs the half filled beer can out of his friend’s hand, depositing it on a nearby table.

“How many of those have you had?” Hitoshi asks, concerned. “I never see you drink this much.”

“Enough. Five? Seven!” Eijirou giggles. “We’re celebrating! To friendship!” He raises an imaginary glass in a mock toast to Hitoshi.

Hitoshi scowls as he waves over a waitress to request a glass of water. When he turns back to Eijirou, he’s surprised to see that Y/N has joined them. She’s got an arm around Eijirou, supporting him as he grins and presses kisses to the side of her face. She giggles madly and Hitoshi’s heart squeezes. He wishes he were the one holding her right now – half drunk and kissing her so casually like he means something to her. Eijirou lets a hand slide down to grip her waist, his calloused hand sliding easily down her sleek black shirt and across the curve of her hip. Hitoshi wishes he could do the same – capture her sweet little figure between his large hands and give her a tiny squeeze. This is goddamn torture to watch.

“Eij, stopppp. I’m cutting you off!” She squeals, pushing his face away from her neck.

“It’s alright, babe. Hitoshi already took away my beer.” Eijirou laughs, blinking blearily at them both.

“Drink some water, you idiot.” Hitoshi says, trying to keep his tone casual as he hands Eijirou a tall glass of water. His friend accepts gratefully and drinks it down with a few quick gulps. Y/N watches him, scolding him with her eyes.

Meanwhile, Hitoshi’s eyes scan over Y/N’s pretty face, and he can’t help but focus again on her perfect little mouth. He can’t wait to go home and get off to the thought of her using those lips to blow him and…ugh. He’s disgusted with himself for even thinking such a thing.

“I’ll take another, please.” Eijirou says, holding out the empty glass to the two of them. “Fill me up with water like a fish tank.”

Y/N laughs at her boyfriend’s joke, and the noise is musical, intoxicating. Hitoshi wants to make her laugh like that all the time. He wants to do more than that – he wants to make her moan. He wants to hear her gagging on his dick as she deep throats him. Wants to make her cry out his goddamn name as he fucks her for the first time.

He wants.

Y/N waves over a waitress and sets Eijirou up with two more glasses of water. She turns to Hitoshi, grinning apologetically.

“I think we’re gonna head out, Toshi. Eij is a bit worse for wear.” She waggles her eyebrows as she looks Eijirou up and down. “Eij, let’s say our goodbyes and call an Uber. We should get you to bed.”

Hitoshi wishes she didn’t hear the implication in Y/N’s voice. Wish he wasn’t thinking about how well she’ll probably blow Eijirou within the next hour.

Eijirou gently puts his empty glasses down on the high top table next to them.

“Yeah, we’d better get going. I need to stop consuming liquids.” Eijirou reaches forward and pulls Hitoshi into a bear hug. “You’re the best. I can always depend on you.”

The words stab at Hitoshi’s heart. That deep feeling of shame washes over him yet again as he deeply regrets all the times he’s fantasied about his fucking his friend’s girlfriend. Eijirou has always been nothing but sweet to him, and here he is thinking of all the positions he’d like to take Y/N in.

Eijirou moves to walk away from him so he can make his rounds. He turns and looks at the two of them over his shoulder, calling out a beer-soaked: “I love you, Hitoshi! I’m glad we got to talk!”

Hitoshi winces at the sincerity of the words, and at his friend’s volume. Eijirou leaves the two of them so he can generously dole out hugs and goodbyes to all of the friends in his vicinity.

Y/N rolls her eyes at Eijirou, but the smile on her face is doting. She turns to face Hitoshi. “You guys had a good chat?” She asks, smiling up at him.

“Um, yeah, we did.” He fidgets uncomfortably with his glass, avoiding her gaze.

“Oh? And what was it about?” She asks curiously, looking up at him with those pretty eyes of hers. Hitoshi rubs the back of his neck uncomfortably with his free hand. He feels terribly guilty for discussing her private life without her knowledge. But at the same time, the jealous monster inside him roars with satisfaction knowing that Eijirou isn’t fucking the girl he’s in love with on a regular basis.

“Um, well…private stuff. Guy stuff. You know how it is.” Hitoshi says awkwardly, dropping his hand down to his side. He meets her gaze and freezes under the intense inquisitiveness in her eyes. At the way their eyes connect, he feels a sudden tension grow in his lower belly. He can’t look away, and his breath catches in his throat. She must feel it, too, because after a moment she takes a step back, her eyes dropping uncomfortably away from him.

“I get it. I won’t pry.” Y/N shrugs easily, glancing around to locate her boyfriend. “Well, I’ll see you soon Toshi! Don’t stay out too late, alright?” She takes a step forward again, then another. She crowds his space and wraps her arms around him before he can protest. Not that he ever would, though. He lets her sink into him, his body instantly curving into the soft hug. He takes a deep breath in, letting her perfume drift around him like a sweet embrace. God Damn. He has to break the contact before she can feel the way his body reacts to being flush against her own. But before he can fully pull away, she leans in and plants a warm kiss on his cheek. The soft pulse of her lips against his skin sends a bright glow ricocheting through him like a rocket during liftoff. God, he is so down bad for this girl.

“Text me when you guys get home, so that I know you made it back safe.” Hitoshi says softly, desperately. He must sound pathetic, begging for a simple text from this girl who’s in a relationship.

She gives him a soft smile. If she were aware of the tension between them a moment ago or the way that her tiny kiss made him feel – she doesn’t show it. Instead she just says “of course I will.” And then she walks away.

His eyes follow her as she ambles across the bar towards Eijirou, linking her arm in his as they wave goodbye to their other friends at the bar. Her slim figure disappears out the door and Hitoshi feels his world grow quiet.

She’s gone. Again. And there’s nothing he can do or say about it.

He reaches up and tugs at his hair in frustration, a bad habit that’s haunted him since middle school. He wishes he could follow her, could tell her how he feels and have it all work out and be all right. In his wildest fantasies, he chases after them and calls out to Y/N, asking her to stay. To be with him. And in these fantasies, Eijirou is more than happy to step aside, saying something like “You guys are meant to be together – who am I to stand between you’re love?” And he gives them his blessing and moves on happily to find someone else to date, leaving Y/N completely free to be with Hitoshi forever and always.

But that dream isn’t realistic.

Y/N is happy with Eijirou. And Eijirou is happy with her. They love each other. And Hitoshi would never jeopardize either of their happinesses for his own selfish, dark heart.

He sucks in a deep breath in, trying to clear his head. Maybe he should get another beer. Maybe that would help numb the pain that’s licking at his insides like a rogue bonfire.

He walks over to the bar and tosses himself onto a stool. He sinks his head into his hands and waits for the bartender to finish tending to Katsuki and Tokoyami on the other side of the long polished wood. He closes his eyes slowly, sinking into his misery for a moment as he takes a few deep, settling breaths.

His momentary peace is shattered when he feels an arm slide around him.

“Heyyyy dude!” It’s Denki, his recognizable voice beating it’s way through Hitoshi’s gloom like a bat’s sharp silhouette cutting through the bright outline of the moon. He smells like booze and weed and Hitoshi crinkles his nose at the sudden intrusion. He shakes his electrification- powered friend off of his shoulders in irritation.

“Hitoshiiii!” Denki says cheerfully as he ignores Hitoshi’s bristling. He’s known Hitoshi forever, so he’s more than used to his moods. “I think everyone’s winding down. Wanna come back to my place and make out?”

Hitoshi glances sideways at Denki, taking in his friend’s sleepy, crossfaded aura. Denki’s grin is stretched wide, his eyes a bit droopy as he looks up at Hitoshi hopefully. This is something they do from time to time when they’re drunk – tipsy apartment sleepovers that inevitably end up in a half-naked make out session.

It’s fun. It’s harmless. It takes his mind off of her for a few hours.

Hitoshi shifts his weight off the stool and onto his feet. He tries to shut her out of his mind for a few minutes; instead focusing on the cute way that Denki’s mouth quirks up into a smile when he gets Hitoshi’s full attention.

“Yeah, sure.” He smiles back at Denki, but he knows it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. Denki’s a little too drunk to notice.

The blonde’s face lights up, and he starts to babble as he pulls Hitoshi towards the door and back to his own apartment.

They stumble out onto the sidewalk and Denki babbles on about some stupid prank that he pulled at work this past week. It sounds like Sero was unfortunately on the receiving end of said joke. Usually this would get a laugh out of Hitoshi, but his ears are straining to hear the conversation that’s drifting towards them from across the street.

Y/N and Eijirou are getting into a sleek black Uber. The car is tall and the red headed hero helps lift Y/N in, his wide palm spreading across the curve of her waist. She looks up at him with glowing eyes. Hitoshi’s gut twists as a question comes to mind: Will she go down on him tonight? He feels like a freak for wondering. For wishing that he was in Eijirou’s place every damn night.

“Dude? Dude. Hitoshi, are you with me?” Denki tugs on his arm, pulling Hitoshi back to reality. He turns to look at his friend, brain scrambling to land back in the present. In the distance, he hears a car door shut.

“Sorry.” Hitoshi mumbles, glancing back to watch the car pull away. She’s out of reach again.

Maybe Hitoshi should just give up. He’s gotta stop longing for her like this. It can’t be healthy. She’s with Eijirou. He likes Eijirou. They’re good together. Good for each other. He needs to get over this.

Denki looks up and watches the Uber roll down the street and downtown.

“Oh, was that Eij and Y/N? I didn’t really get to talk to them tonight. I hope they’re doing well.” He lets out a loud yawn and stretches his arms above his head, the muscles cracking as he does so. “She’s really gotta tell Eijirou to get his hair cut. It’s getting way too long – last week he pulled it into a ponytail and a villain grabbed him by it during a fight. It was hilarious. He was so embarrassed! I’m surprised he hasn’t cut it just because of that-”

Hitoshi tunes him out again, lost in his inner turmoil.

“You know…I always thought it was weird that you and Y/N never dated.” Denki says thoughtfully, his voice low.

Hitoshi’s attention snaps back onto the blonde like a heat seeking missile.

“What!?” Hitoshi is shocked to hear this, blinking down at Denki as if he’s never seen him before.

“Yeah. A few years ago after we graduated, I thought for sure you and Y/N were gonna get together. Don’t get me wrong – she and Eijirou make a great couple. They’ll probably get engaged soon or something. But back then…did you ever notice the way she used to look at you in high school?” Denki looks at his friend skeptically. “You had to have known that she had the hots for you ever since you joined Class A.”

“What?” Hitoshi repeats again. “She did?”

“Dude.” Denki screws up his face in disbelief. “She was always bringing you coffee, asking to study together. Didn’t she ask you to go to the winter formal with her or something? And you, like, blew her off to spend extra time training at your hero work-study. She cried about it in the common room for two straight hours. The whole dorm knew.”

“She did?” Hitoshi clambers to remember senior year and all that it entailed. He definitely didn’t go to the winter formal. He was too busy chasing his dream of being a Pro to give his energy to some dumb school dance. “I had to go to that extra training session. I needed to get stronger. Even in our final year I still felt so behind you all.” Hitoshi hears the desperation in his voice, the way he’s rationalizing. “You think I had a shot with her? Really?”

Denki looks gob smacked. “Dude, she was in love with you! After we graduated, Eijirou almost didn’t ask her out because he was waiting to see if you would! And you were so caught up in being a Pro Hero that you didn’t even seem to notice that she was trying to get closer to you. So she gave up, started dating Eij, and they’ve been together ever since.”

What!?

Hitoshi stands there, biting his lip. He thinks back to that time in his life. He was so desperate to prove himself, so intent on pursuing his dream.

Memories come rushing back from that first year out of school – becoming a sidekick with an underground hero. Late nights spent patrolling the streets. Spending his free time training with Aizawa. Seeing his friends less and less. Taking extra cram courses on hero law. Studying for extra certifications and filing to start his own agency. It was all just so much. But it was for his dream. And you can’t help what your heart longs for, right? He couldn’t help how much his heart and soul wanted to be a Pro Hero. He was willing to sacrifice anything for that dream.

He digs further into his memories – past all the extra Pro Hero work and training. And he recalls that in between it all, that first year out of school he had weekly coffees with Y/N.

They would meet up at the coffee and tea shop that was equidistant from their apartments. She would always get peppermint tea and a chocolate chip cookie, no matter what the weather or her mood. She was always excited to see him – always throwing him soft smiles, always ready to listen and help him figure out which forms to fill out to go indie. She always knew what coffee to order – he recalls with awe that there would always be a steaming cup waiting for him at the table when he was running late. She was always there, cheering him on, willing to lend a hand even when she had her own fresh Pro Hero duties to attend to. She was always there for him, omnipresent – until suddenly she wasn’t.

A year and a half after graduation, she’d started dating Eijirou. Suddenly she had less time for their coffee chats, less time to chat on the phone. They were still best friends, of course, but now she had a significant other. And who was Hitoshi to keep his best friend from happiness? Besides, he was too busy. Taking interviews, visiting office spaces. Trying to make an independent agency that could be lucrative. Training, sharpening his skills, weight lifting. He was too busy for her anyway. Too busy chasing his greatest dream.

And then a year later, when things were finally starting to fall into place in his career, he was able to slow down a bit. He was doing it – achieving his dream! He was a Pro Hero with an agency and a wealth of skills and experience, and a salary. And now that everything was set up and running, he could finally have a social life, too. He was able to take a day off every once and a while. He suddenly had time to grab coffee with friends or go to a happy hour to celebrate a birthday. Suddenly he had time. And the first person he wanted to call and share it with was Y/N.

And that’s when he realized how much he had missed her.

When his world stopped spinning and he finally felt like he had made it, he realized he had lost something even more precious.

So he started asking her for coffees again, started calling her on the phone. Started making plans with all of their high school friends and working to make time for the people in his life. He started to show up for her as a best friend – helping her with her agency issues, coaching her through interviews when she wanted to sidekick at a bigger hero agency.

And as they became close again…he realized just how much he wanted her. Had always wanted her, but hadn’t taken the time to let himself feel it. She was beautiful and smart and strong and he was just…head over heels for her.

But he couldn’t have her. Not when she was so happy with Eijirou. Not when she had spent the past year and a half dating someone who had stayed by her side when Hitoshi had been too busy focusing on himself and his own career. It felt like punishment for getting too lost in his own shit, for pursuing his lifelong dream of being a Pro.

It had taken gaining everything he had ever wanted to realize that there is more to life than a thriving career.

And so he had watched from the sidelines for years as Eijirou was the perfect boyfriend. And in the meantime, Hitoshi remained a steadfast friend. He was determined not to ignore her again like he had that first year and a half out of school.

For a while he had hoped that maybe Y/N and Eijirou would break up and he could swoop in and pick up the pieces. Give her time to heal and then ask her on a date. But Eijirou and Y/N never fought, never needed to go on a break. They were happy. And of course Hitoshi wanted his friends to be happy, to be loved. He would never do anything to come between them.

But now, after all this time, Denki was revealing just how stupid Hitoshi had been in those early years. How he’d fumbled the bag so badly that he’d missed out. He’d squandered his own happiness. He could have had her. Loved her. Been on the receiving end of her supposedly amazing fellatio. But instead, he had been too selfish to notice that he had let her down and missed his shot at being the happiest man on the planet.

Fuck.

If only he had a time travel quirk. Or a way to tell his past self to get his head out of his ass.

If only he’d taken her to the winter formal instead of taking on extra hours at his work-study.

Or if only he’d noticed how badly she wanted him after graduation. He had so much time to figure this out. How had he not realized? How had he not made a move when it mattered the most?

It was all far too much. Hitoshi wants to bang his head against the sidewalk. He wants to sink to his knees and cry at the sheer unfairness of it all. He wants to wallow in his self-hatred and misery.

Instead he stares at his friend with wide indigo eyes and for the first time he says the words that have been on his heart out loud:

“I love her, Denki.” He says in a whisper, blinking at the prickle of frustrated tears playing at the back of his eyeballs. “This whole time. I’ve loved her and there’s nothing I can do.”

Denki groans and swipes a hand across his face. “Dude. You can’t do this. She and Eij are happy. He wants to ask her to marry him this year.”

“Fuck.” It’s all Hitoshi can say as he lifts his hands to pull at his hair in frustration. “I’ve fucked this whole thing up. Why didn’t I just ask her out in high school? Why was I so goddamn focused on becoming a Pro that I neglected the most important person in my life?” His voice gets louder with every word, his breath more intense with each passing moment.

He knows he must sound crazed. It’s not often that he shows this side of himself to friends. He prefers to keep his feelings private, controlled. And here he is ranting, close to tears outside of a dingy bar. Denki looks astonished at this sudden display of intense, raw emotion.

“Look, man.” He says, shaking his head as if to clear it from the night’s booze and vape hits. “What’s done is done. You need to get over this. I’m sorry that you feel this way. But you can’t, like, break them up or anything. That wouldn’t be fair.”

“I would never.” He says, almost affronted that Denki would imply such a thing. “I want her to be happy. I want them to be happy. Eijirou is my friend, too.” He pauses, the words thick on his tongue. “I just don’t know what to do with all of my feelings.”

Denki looks at him sympathetically. “Dude. I felt the same way when Momo and Jirou got together two years ago. I wanted to be with Jirou so badly, but in the end we were just meant to be friends.” He pauses, thinking back on his own experience of lost love. “Maybe it’s the same way with you and Y/N? My advice - you need to go to therapy or something. Work through it with a professional. That’s what helped me.”

Hitoshi nods, lowering his hands to his sides. Denki is being surprisingly wise. He’s grateful for the empathy, but it doesn’t away take the deep hurt that’s sinking deep into his bones.

“That’s terribly good advice. I thought you were drunk.”

Denki grins. “I can give good advice and be drunk. Two things can be true at once.”

Hitoshi rolls his eyes.

“I can’t fix how you’re feeling, but I can try to take your mind off of it for a while.” Denki flashes a mischievous smile up at Hitoshi, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “Come back to my apartment. How about I give you a blowjob?”

Hitoshi is so surprised at the offer he bursts out laughing. He and Denki have never done anything beyond kissing, but from the way Hitoshi’s dick twitches to life at the offer he knows he’s intrigued.

“Ha. Yeah, alright. I’ll accept a pity blowjob.”

“Who said it was just out of pity?” Denki says, pretending to be wounded at Hitoshi’s choice of words. He starts walking, expecting Hitoshi to follow him. Hitoshi starts moving, jogging forward to match his friend’s pace.

“Maybe I’ve wanted to blow you this whole time. Maybe I’m hopelessly attracted to you and your broody ways.” Denki says with a giggle, reaching between them to grab Hitoshi’s hand. The contact feels good, warm. Hitoshi draws comfort from it.

Hitoshi squeezes Denki’s hand, greatful for the touch. Maybe he can let go of all of his turmoil for the rest of the night. Even if it’s just for tonight. For the next few hours he’s determined to focus on Denki. To distract. To enjoy.

Denki abruptly stops and tugs Hitoshi towards him. He leans up and captures his friend’s mouth in a smooth kiss. Their lips slide against each other easily.

“Stop torturing yourself over everything, Hitoshi.” He says quietly, eyes half lidded and blonde hair bright in the soft streetlight’s glow. “How about tonight you just let yourself be?”

Hitoshi closes his eyes, leans forward and kisses Denki back. And it’s warm, gentle, glimmering. For a moment, he’s able to shove all of his pain and lust surrounding Y/N down, down, down. For a moment, he allows himself to sink into Denki’s lips and just…be.

“If we do this.” Hitoshi breathes out, uncertain. “If we hook up tonight. You sure you understand that I’m all fucked up inside? That I’m all torn up about her?”

Denki chuckles. “Yeah. I get it. And I’m fine with it. Let me take away that pain for a little while. Let me be your distraction.” Denki runs a gentle hand down Hitoshi’s chest, letting his fingers rest on Hitoshi’s waistband suggestively. Hitoshi feels himself get hard almost instantly. “Do you want that Hitoshi? Want me to take your mind off things for a little while?” Denki’s voice is syrupy and sweet. And fuck does Hitoshi want him.

He takes a shaky breath, raising his eyes to meet Denki’s. He lets out a shaky breath, his hands ghosting across the strong set of his friend’s hips.

“Fuck. Yes.”

He kisses Denki again, and locks all of his feelings for Y/N deep in the vault of his heart. Maybe this is exactly what he needs right now – a distraction in the form of someone else’s body. Someone else’s pleasure.

Maybe he can run away from his problems and into someone else’s arms. At least for tonight.

End.

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Okkkkayyyy I hope you liked this!! My return to fics after a brief hiatus. This was super fun to write and I hope y'all enjoy a lil angst <3

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streamofcolors · 11 months ago

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ℑ 𝔞𝔪 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰.

Cregan Stark x Reader.

Summary: You become jealous when you see a serving girl attempt to seduce your husband.

Based on request: Hello love! I'd like to request a Cregan Stark x Reader piece where she sees him being touched on by some prostitutes at a feast, and she gets jealous. Smut or not, I'll leave it up to you.

Warnings: SMUT (mdni), p in v sex, unprotected sex, cowgirl, mutual orgasm.

Author's note: This was the last request in my inbox, so please feel free to send a request. 🖤

You return to the feast after putting your son to bed, leaving him in the capable hands of your dedicated servants. Upon entering the hall, you are greeted by the lively melodies reverberating within the stone walls. Some guests are dancing, and everyone appears to be enjoying the refreshments provided.

Cregan is seated at the head of the Great Hall. His solemn expression softens slightly as he notices your return. He raises his mug of beer to his lips and watches as you navigate through the crowd.

“My lord, would you like me to refill your mug?” one of the serving girls approaches Cregan.

He glances up at the serving girl before returning his gaze to you. You are stuck in a conversation with a lord you have mentioned disliking. A slight smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. Cregan sets his mug down and pushes it toward the girl, not bothering to take his eyes off you.

The serving girl exaggeratedly bends over the table to refill Cregan’s mug, her provocative eyes fixed on him.

His smile fades from his face as he notices the girl’s exaggerated movements from the corner of his eye. He chooses to ignore her obvious attempts to seduce him, clearly uninterested. The smile that was there before reappears as he thinks to himself, as if the girl is even a sliver of the woman you are.

“Congratulations on your son’s second name day, my lord,” the serving girl makes another attempt to capture Cregan’s attention, reaching out to gently touch his shoulder.

“Thank you,” Cregan responds gruffly, his gaze briefly falling on the girl’s hand on his shoulder. Unfazed, he reaches for his now-refilled mug of beer and lifts it to his mouth, taking a sip from it. His gaze returns to you as he speaks in a composed tone. “You may take your hand off me, girl.”

Your eyes harden as you make your way through the crowd, watching the serving girl attempt to seduce Cregan from a distance.

Cregan catches your darkened gaze from across the room, noticing the hardness in your eyes. He raises an eyebrow in response, as if daring you to say something.

“Excuse me, you’re blocking my seat,” you say as you reach the table, a hint of irritation in your voice as you address the serving girl.

The serving girl turns her head in your direction, and her seductive demeanour immediately falters. Her hand falls from Cregan’s shoulder as she realizes she is in your way. “Of course, my Lady,” she says, her voice lacking any sort of challenge. She steps aside so you can sit in the empty chair next to Cregan.

Instead of taking your seat, you approach Cregan and sit on his lap.

Cregan’s lips twitch into an amused smile. His hand immediately finds its way to your hip, his fingers gently caressing your skin through the material of your dress. He leans back in his chair and brings his mug to his mouth, taking another sip.

He lowers the mug from his mouth before speaking, his voice deep and husky. “Feeling possessive, are we, Lady Stark?”

“I am merely claiming what is rightfully mine,” you murmur as you watch the serving girl scurry away.

He lets out a low chuckle, the sound of it nearly lost in the noise of the feast. Cregan’s hand on your hip tightens its grip slightly. “Rightfully yours, indeed,” he agrees quietly, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

The wait until all your guests had left was tedious, but here you were, dragging Cregan back to your chamber. He stays silent as you drag him through the dimly lit corridors. He does not question where you are taking him because he already knows.

With each step, his pulse quickens in anticipation, his mind growing more and more clouded with thoughts of you. He wants you, needs you, yearns for you. He needs to feel you.

“Out, all of you. You are dismissed for the night,” you order the servants in your chamber as you drag Cregan inside. The servants, who were tidying your chamber and preparing it for the night, drop their tasks and quickly exit the chamber, leaving the two of you alone.

You close the distance between yourself and Cregan, pinning him against the door. Your fingers fumble to undo him of his cloak.

Cregan’s eyes darken with a mixture of anticipation and desire as he watches your fingers fumble with the clasps of his cloak. As his cloak falls to the ground with a thud, your hands move to the back of his head, pulling him in for a passionate kiss.

His lips meet yours hungrily, the intensity of the kiss almost overwhelming. His hands find their way to your hips, pulling you closer, wanting to feel the heat of your body against his own.

“Stupid girl, thinking she could seduce you,” you murmur against Cregan’s lips as you continue to undress him.

Cregan’s breath hitches as you speak, your words sending a shiver through his body. “She never stood a chance,” he agrees in a deep voice, his hands moving to the laces of your dress, loosening them with practiced fingers.

“You know I have no interest in other women,” he adds, a hint of amusement in his tone as he pushes your dress off your shoulders, his eyes wandering over your exposed shift.

You hum in response as you lift Cregan’s blue tunic over his head, your fingers hooking into his breeches and tugging him with you as you walk backward to the bed.

“Off,” you gesture to his breeches as you crawl onto the bed.

Cregan’s eyes darken at your command. He obeys without hesitation, unfastening the laces of his breeches and pushing them down along with his smallclothes. He follows you onto the bed with a sense of urgency, his body craving yours. He positions himself between your legs, his hands roaming over your thighs, pushing the bunched-up fabric of your shift even higher up.

Using all your strength, you manage to push Cregan onto his back. You move to straddle him, lifting your shift up over your head and tossing it to the side. The sight of you straddling him, bare and exposed, leaves Cregan breathless. His eyes roam over your body, taking in every curve, his hands instinctively reaching for your hips.

“Gods,” he groans, his fingers digging into your flesh, his voice strangled with desire.

You lean forward, hovering your face above Cregan’s. “You’re mine,” you murmur seductively. Your hardened nipples brushing against Cregan’s chest.

“I’m yours,” he agrees immediately, his voice rough with desire.

You sit back up and raise your hips, guiding Cregan’s hardened length towards your entrance. You gasp as you sink down on his length, your eyes fluttering shut at the familiar stretch.

Cregan’s head falls back against the furs, a guttural moan escaping his lips as you flutter around his length.

Your trembling hands rest on his muscular chest, stabilizing yourself as you begin to ride him at a slow pace.

Cregan’s heartbeat quickens beneath your hands. He watches you with a sense of awe and admiration, his eyes filled with longing. His hands are on your hips guiding your movements. He wants more, needs more.

You pick up your pace, your thrusting turning into desperate grinding, your face scrunching up with pleasure.

His hands tighten on your hips, and a low growl escapes from the back of his throat. He watches you intently, his eyes drinking in every expression you make. He craves to make you come undone. He plants his feet into the bed, thrusting up into you.

You slump forward, a whimper escaping your throat as Cregan thrusts up into you. Your head gently rests against the crook of his neck.

Cregan’s arms immediately wrap around you, holding you close against his chest. He can feel the heat of your breath against his skin, your body trembling against his.

“Oh, Cregan,” you gasp as your orgasm washes over you, your walls clenching around him.

The feeling of you clenching around him pushes Cregan over the edge. He buries his face in your shoulder, groaning lowly as he spills his seed inside of you.

You chuckle against Cregan’s neck, your breath coming out in shallow puffs. Your tired body slumps on top of him.

Cregan wraps his arms around you, holding you close. His fingers gently trace patterns along the curve of your back.

“I’m yours,” he whispers softly.

“You’re mine,” you repeat his words.

Cregan cranes his neck to press a gentle kiss to your temple. “Only yours,” he confirms, holding you tighter against him.

#house of the dragon #house of the dragon imagine #house of the dragon x reader #house of the dragon smut #cregan stark #cregan stark imagine #cregan stark x reader #cregan stark smut

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wroetominter · 7 months ago

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Wedding Guests - George Clarke

In which George and Y/n have a history, that makes an appearance at their friends wedding.

Pairing: George X Femreader

Warnings: slight smut

I stepped out of my cab, thanking the driver as I pulled my weekender bag over my shoulder and carried my dress bags into the lobby of the gorgeous hotel Ethan and Faith had decided to get married at. Some of the guests had opted to stay the night before in the hotel block, wanting to extend the festivities as much as possible.

After checking in, I made my way to the fifth floor where my room was located. Walking down the hall I saw my room, 513. Going to unlock it, the door next to mine opened and I saw George Clarke exiting. It had been awhile since I had seen him.

"Hey George" he looked over to his name being called, smiling at me.

"Hello Y/n, lovely to see you." He gave me a little hug. "Let's catch up when you're settled yeah? Me and the boys are down in the bar if you'd like to join.

"Yeah sounds good to me, give me 10 and I'll meet you down there." He made his way to the lift as I unlocked my room.

Noticing my room had an adjoining door to George's, I figured we would end up being a party space for our friends and made mental note to tell everyone when I saw them.

I changed into something more appropriate for evening, a nice pair of jeans and a basic black tank top. After freshening up my hair and makeup, I grabbed my wallet and key card, sliding them into my pocket and making my way back downstairs where I knew I would find everyone in the bar.

I ran into Faith and a few of her friends in the lobby, squeezing her tight and giving her congratulations again and gushing about how excited I was for the wedding tomorrow. She agreed and her and her group made their way towards the restaurant.

Slipping into the bar, I scanned the surprisingly crowded room for anyone I recognized. I jumped as I felt and arm slide around my waist, turning to the side and seeing Arthur TV. "You scared the shit out of me Arthur." I wrapped my arm around his waist reciprocating his previous movements.

"Sorry Y/n, didn't mean to truly. You looked lost I figured you could use a friendly face." He said so innocently I couldn't help but forgive him.

"I appreciate your face" I gave his cheek a little squeeze and he led me to a booth at the back of the room.

I slid into the booth next to Arthur, and then George blocked me in. We sat with Bach, Harry, and Reev for the evening, chatting about everything we had been up to since the last time we had seen each other. I had been so busy with taking on streaming I hadn't been at as many events as I would have liked to attend. It seemed the boys agreed as I told them I would make more time to visit everyone.

"Do you want a drink love?" George asked nudging my side. Throughout this evening he had been scooting closer and closer into me. George and I had an odd history - a flirtationship really. We had always gotten along well, but after the last trip abroad to Spain we had sort of lost some of that relationship. I think in part due to my absence, and also the growing fame he had acquired taking up the majority of his time as well.

"I'd love one. I'll have a"- he interrupted my sentence.

"A tequila ginger ale?" He asked. A smile grew across my face. I nodded and he got up from the booth to go order our drinks.

"He talks about you constantly, y'know." Arthur whispered to me. I stared at him for a second.

"What do you mean?" I questioned.

"He misses you. A lot. Talks constantly about your trips abroad, hanging out with you, everything. I think coming around more would be good for him. And for you." I let myself sit with those words for a while. I missed George too. It wasn't exactly a secret that his wit was charming, not to mention his striking good looks. He really was different to most guys I knew.

A glass was sat down in front of me, garnished with a lime, just the way I liked it.

"Thank you Georgie." I used the nickname I used to call him frequently.

He rolled his eyes, tossing a lazy arm around my shoulders. Normally a friendly gesture, but this time there was a different feeling attached. "You're welcome darling." I felt myself stiffen at his comment. He must have noticed, as he pulled his arm back to his side. I instantly regretted my natural awkwardness and looked back to him, seeing he had a slight blush on his cheeks. I set my hand on his, resting on his leg. A silent reassurance that I wasn't upset with his movements.

The night drew closer to an end, and we all decided to retire to our rooms.

I walked with George, seeing as our rooms were right next to each other. The silence between us was comfortable.

As we got to our rooms, I paused, looking over to George who had done the same thing, meeting my gaze.

"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable earlier, I guess sometimes I just feel like nothing has changed with us." He admitted, looking down at the floor.

"George - you didn't make me uncomfortable. I was taken aback a little I guess. I'm not used to it anymore either. I'm unfortunately too awkward these days. I didn't mean to snub you." His spirits seemed to lift, his eyes looking up to meet mine. I felt myself back months ago, staring in the same eyes, but the situation much different.

"Goodnight Y/n, I'll see you at the wedding tomorrow." He said, unlocking the room to his door and heading inside.

I sighed, following suit and entering my room.

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After getting myself entirely ready, the only thing I had left to do was choose a dress. I had brought two, not sure what mood I would be in. The wedding was a formal event, and both dresses would work well for the occasion. I had a brown dress with a slit halfway up the side, and it wrapped around my body, with small sleeves on the top. My second option was a dark green satin spaghetti strapped dress that hugged around my torso, and flowed out towards the bottom slightly.

I couldn't make up my mind. I felt like I was going insane just trying the two of them on non stop.

Giving in, deciding I needed a second opinion I opened my side of the adjoining door. I knocked, and shortly George opened the door. He was dressed in a black suit, looking more handsome than he ever had. I gasped at the sight of him as he opened the door.

He smirked and laughed "I know, I look insane."

"Not exactly the word I would have used, but. Anyway - I need advice. I have this dress" I gestured to the brown dress I was wearing. "And this one" I held up the green one. "And I need help choosing which one I should wear." George eyed me up and down, making me suddenly feel self conscious.

"Try the other one on, I can't envision it." I nodded, shutting the door and quickly changing.

It was my turn to make him gasp this time, as I opened the door. "That's the one." He said, adjusting the bow tie he was wearing. I smiled, grabbing my small bag and tossing my phone inside.

"Thank you Georgie. I knew I could count on you." I shut the door and followed him into the hallway. He held out his arm and I gladly linked mine with his as we made our way to the ballroom.

The ceremony was first, the hall we were in was decorated elegantly and I found a free space in one of the pews. George sat next to me, and I felt comfort knowing someone I knew would be near me. He grabbed my hand, silently comforting me as the ceremony began.

———

I wiped a few stray tears from my eyes as Ethan and Faith said their 'I do's' and they were pronounced man and wife. I loved love. Seeing others happy always made me cry.

They announced that the reception was in a separate room, and they led us to the new location.

We were greeted by ushers, showing us to our assigned seats. I was nervous, sat at a table with people I didn't know very well. I could still see George, the next table away looking much more confident than I felt. He locked eyes with me, eyeing me up and down and mouthing that I would be fine. He knew me so well.

I made small talk with those near me, watching the speeches from all of the loved ones who knew the groom and bride best. It was a beautiful night, and I was excited to keep this party going.

Drinks flowed, and conversations kept everyone in high spirits throughout the night.

An arm slid around my waist, pulling me close. I could smell the beer on George's breath as he pulled me close to him. His hand was resting cheekily right above my bum, the other holding my waist. "You look so lovely tonight Y/n. I've missed seeing you." He admitted. I smiled at him, placing my hands on his chest, he had long ditched the suit jacket, presumably due to the warm atmosphere, or the amount of drinks he had consumed.

"Thank you, I missed you too." He looked like he was about to lean in, but I chalked up to my imagination as he never acted on the supposed movement.

"I'm ready to go back up to my room. How about you?" he asked. I checked the time, seeing it was well after midnight at this point.

"I think that's a good idea." I followed his lead, congratulating Faith and Ethan again as George said his good nights to his friends.

George wrapped his arm around me as we went to leave the room. "Come on!" I heard Arthur call out, George shot him a look, and Arthur simply winked back.

Once at my hotel room door, I opened it, standing in the doorway looking at George. We stood staring at each other for a few moments, the silence building a tension I was sure we both felt.

"George..." I started, building up some courage. "You've been staring at this dress all night, don't you want to see what it looks like on the floor?" His eyes widened and he stepped forward, grabbing my face with both of his hands, pressing his lips to mine fiercely. We stumbled into the room, door closing behind us.

I fumbled with the buttons on his top, eager to reveal his toned chest. He helped with the last few, the shirt falling off behind us as George's hands slid the zipper down the back of my dress, the satin pooling around my feet in an instant, leaving me clad in nothing but my underwear. It felt normal to be this vulnerable with George, despite this being the first time he had seen me like this.

He unbuttoned his trousers, sliding them off and grabbing me by the legs, pulling me onto the bed straddling his lap. I could feel the bulge growing in his pants, and I knew I was about to be in for an exciting night.

“I can’t tell you how long I have been waiting for this invitation” he kissed me softly, holding me close.

This was more than just physical for me, and now I felt it may be for him as well. I played with the hair at the nape of his neck as he kissed me.

“I wish we would have started this in Spain.” He smiled into the kiss, hooking his fingers into my underwear and flipping us over, sliding them down my legs and discarding them somewhere on the floor.

“We have a lot of catching up to do, don’t we?” He breathed hot air where I needed him most. My heart raced in anticipation, feeling him push my legs apart, leaning in and swiping his tongue over my core. My back arched up in pleasure, meeting his face as he began his work on me.

My hands were tangled in his hair as his tongue drew circles, bringing my pleasure higher and higher. I gasped as he slid his fingers inside me, curling and pushing in and out of me, driving me closer to my peak. “George, please,” I begged, needing this release more than I needed my next breath.

He kept his pace, bringing my orgasm crashing over me. My breath jagged and rough as I rode out my orgasm. He sat up, smirking at the state he had me in. I sat myself up on my elbows, staring at him. His chest had small beads of sweat on it, and my eyes trailed lower, fixating them on his pants, the outline of his penis threatening to escape from how hard he was. “George”

“Yes darling?” He leaned in closer.

“I’m yours.” That was all he needed. He pulled his pants down, releasing his erection. I needed him.

He leaned down to kiss me again, lining himself up with my vagina, and pushing in as he kissed me. He was better than I could have imagined. His pace was perfect, thrusting in and out at a perfect rhythm. He kissed me, whispering sweet nothings into my ear as he worked his magic.

I could tell he was getting closer, as his thrusts became more erratic. He pulled out abruptly, flipping to his back and taking himself in his hand, giving himself the final few pumps he needed to finish. The sight was probably one of the hottest things I had ever witnessed.

We laid there in a comfortable silence, both panting. I decided I should help George, getting up and grabbing a towel to clean him up.

I laid myself into him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“I like you, Y/n.” He said softly.

I laughed, holding myself up to look at him. He stared back at me, looking nervous at my laughter at his admission.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh. I just, I like you to George. It just felt obvious from the last fifteen minutes.” It was his turn to laugh. He wrapped his strong arms around me and kissed me again, and again, and again.

“I just wanted to hear you say it.”

A knock on the door startled us from the moment we were having.

“Who on earth could that be?” I whispered.

“If I had to guess, probably Arthur.” George said, getting up and pulling his pants and top back on.

I wrapped the duvet over my body, shielding myself from the door.

George cracked the door slightly, and I could barely hear the whispers being exchanged.

George returned to the bed, taking his top back off and sliding in next to me, cuddling into my side.

“Arthur?” I asked him.

He sighed. “Unfortunately. He was making sure I finally admitted feelings for you.” I laughed.

“We’ll spare him the horny details.” I said, kissing his cheek and laying on his chest.

The details of this night could stay between us, for now.

#wroetominterimagines #george clarkeey #george clarkey #george clarke #george clarke fics #george clarke fluff #arthurtv #imagine

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pseudophan · 1 year ago

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a heartfelt community project in your honour

hello dan and phil :) i just thought i'd let you know that since you refuse to stop using the word "phan" constantly and clearly love it so much, we here on tumblr did you a solid and banded together to get #phan back on the top ships list! i know, i know, no need to thank us.

for many years we ruled this website and could always count on seeing #phan high up on the weekly top 20 ship lists, not to mention the coveted end of the year top 100. eventually, however, everyone got older and times changed and most people decided #phan was cringe, it was inappropriate, and for the past half decade or so you've lost the throne that was once so rightfully yours

and so, like the do-gooders we always have been, we've collectively agreed to start tagging phan again, to earn back your spot among the all-time tumblr greats, and i am THRILLED to announce you have now been back on the list for eight weeks in a row!

you even beat destiel one week, congratulations! we are sure this will bring you joy, you are welcome.

#jokes aside it's actually been a great time and it's nice to see this community can still join together for a .. good cause <3 #and when i say community i mean like EVERYONE is getting involved it's a whole operation #heydanandphil #phan #dan and phil

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arc-misadventures · 8 months ago

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Advice For The Heartbroken

: Oh? Hello, Jaune.

Jaune: Hello, Mrs... Miss Schnee. I'd offer my condolences, but I don't think you'd truly care for that.

Willow: No, not at all.

Jaune: I will say you are looking better; you, and this house seems more lively. Like a new wave of fresh air has blown in.

Willow: Yes, the oppressive aura that, Jacques carried about him has been lifted, bringing new life to my family, and house. Speaking of looking better; I must say I like your new outfit; Is that a, Specialist uniform?

Jaune: Ahh... yes... Yes it is. I recently became a member of the, Specialist as of, Winter's recommendations.

Willow: Oh congratulations, Jaune! That uniform suit you perfectly.

Jaune: Thank you, Miss Schnee.

Willow: Please, Jaune I already told you, you can call me, Willow. No more of this, Miss Schnee business.

Jaune: Alright then... Willow...

Willow: See, that wasn't too hard. Now then, please take a seat, I assume you're here not because of your new position. Perhaps about the odd circumstances around, Jacques's suspicious death?

Jaune: Thank you... and, uhhh no. I'm not aware of anything in regards to, Jacques's death, and the investigation. I'm a, Huntsman, not a detective.

Willow: Thought I should ask; Winter is unable to tell me anything. Something about the: 'Confidentiality pertaining to the ongoing investigation pertaining to the suspicious death of, Jacques Schnee.'

Jaune: In essence: No.

Willow: Precisely~!

Willow: Now then, since you are not here to talk about, Jacques death, what can I help you with, Jaune?

Jaune: Well... Since you mentioned, Winter... I need some help with her...

Willow: Oh, what is wrong? Did my daughter do something to you?

Jaune: Uhhh... kinda...?

Willow: Kinda... what?

Jaune: Winter likes me...

Willow: So? You are a well mannered, polite, respectable young man. There is very little to hate about you, Jaune. So of course she likes you.

Jaune: Uhhh... no, not that... Winter likes me... As in, like-likes me...

Willow: ...

Willow: S-Seriously...?

Jaune: She's blushed in front of me. She's laughed with me, not at me. She's smiled at me. She gave me this sash on my waist. And, I swear on my mother's life; she winked, and said 'tee-hee' at me!

Willow: Holy shit... Winter does like-like you... I can't believe this...

Jaune: Neither can I.

Willow: I picked a wrong time to stop drinking...

Willow: Okay... you have my permission.

Jaune: ...

Jaune: Wha...?

Willow: You have permission to date my daughter.

Jaune: Oh... thank you... B-But, that isn't why I'm here... kinda...?

Willow: Oh? Then what is it, Jaune?

Jaune: I have... absolutely no experience when it comes to romance. If you ask, Weiss about my attempts to, 'whoo' her, you'd whinge in shame at my antics...

Willow: Yes, I do believe I remember hearing, Weiss complaining about that.

Jaune: ...

Jaune: I... I like, Winter... I'm not entirely sure how much I care for her, but I know I do care for, Winter... If there is a possibility of us having a relationship, I want to try... I don't want to miss this chance... not again... So, I came to you to... ask for advice.

Willow: Advice? Why me, couldn't you ask one of your friends for advice?

Jaune: Ha! Ruby has no experience when it comes to love. Weiss, has poor taste in men, and we have that whole history together, not to mention it's about her sister! I can't possibly talk about this with her.

Willow: That would be an ill-advised endeavor to take.

Jaune: Nora, and Ren are out of the question. Nora is pinning for, Ren so hard she might as well become a pine tree. And, people call me dense?! They should take a look at, Ren! A woman is literally fawning over him, and he doesn't see a damn thing!

Willow: Oh, she liked him, I never notice...

Jaune: Don't even get me started on, Blake, and Yang's thing.

Willow: Oh please do, I do love gossip~!

Jaune: Oh, that's right, woman love to gossip; My mother, and sisters love to gossip too.

Jaune: Okay... Blake, and Yang are stuck in this will they won't they situation upon which I don't think they should, because dating, Blake would end up being a part of a very toxic relationship. I mean... Blake is a coward, she has a habit of running away from her problems, and dumping them on others, and refusing to take the blame. Not to mention her past dating experience is horrible! Her first lover was Adam Taurus! A psychotic race supremist terrorist! And, a fanatical lesbian who like, Adam, tried to kill her! Twice!

Willow: Oh~? Now isn't this juicy~!

Jaune: Yang has abandonment issues! Her mother abandoned her when she was a child! It would destroy her if, Blake ran away, again! My sister is a lesbian who is married. and in a loving relationship. I told them about, Blake, and Yang, and they looked horrified at the thought of the two of them dating. Not, because its a human, and faunas relationship, because they know how toxic it could be!

Willow: Oh my~! Even the lesbians are looking down on them~! Now things are getting interesting~!

Jaune: Since I don't get involved in their conversations, I just observe. And, I don't like what I'm seeing... Is there a chance they get together, yes. Is there a chance it will be a healthy relationship, maybe... But, I wouldn't bet money on it.

Willow: Ohh~! It's so much fun hearing all the juicy gossip! I feel like I'm a teenager again~!

Jaune: So... I said, I have no experience with dating, so I've come to you for advice. I know you had a toxic relationship with your ex-husband...

Willow: That's an understatement...

Jaune: But, even before that there must have been moments that were happy? Or, the very least you can tell me the does, and don'ts of a relationship. Mostly the don'ts all thing considered...

Willow: ...

Jaune: I know you didn't have a good relationship... But, of everyone I know... You're the only one I can ask.

Willow: Couldn't you ask your sister? She's married after all.

Jaune: Yeah, I could ask my sister how she got together with her wife, but...

Willow: She has no idea how it happened?

Jaune: No clue whatsoever.

Willow: So you came to me for advice.

Jaune: Yeah, I did.

Willow: Listen, Jaune... I do not understand my daughter well enough to give you advice when it comes to having a relationship with her. I estranged myself from my children when I escaped, Jacque's abuse to the bottle. I am in the middle of trying to rebuild our relationship. I'm learning who my children are, and plan to become. So, I can't tell you what you could do to enter a relationship with her... But, if what you said is true, that if you're making my daughter laugh, and smile. Then you should be together, or at the very least, give it a chance. And, don't regret not taking the chance.

Jaune: ...

Jaune: I don't want to lose that chance again...

Willow: Again?

Jaune: Okay... for now I'll just play it by ear, and see where it will take me... hopefully somewhere nice... Thank you, Willow.

Willow: My pleasure, Jaune. I hope the best for you two. I wouldn't mind you becoming my son in law.

Jaune: O-Oh... Thank you... Now, I best get going there is work to be done.

Willow: Do, Say hello to, Whitely before you leave. He's been wanting to talk to you again.

Jaune: Oh? I'll go do that. Goodbye, Willow.

Willow: Goodbye, Jaune.

Willow: ...

Willow: I wish you the best of luck, Jaune...

#rwby #jaune arc #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #weiss schnee #ruby rose #nora valkyrie #lie ren #willow schnee #jacques schnee #friends au

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[Announcement] Updated Links

Hello! Due to DashingDon closing down at the end of January 2025, the demo has been moved to cogdemos.ink:

Link: Sanguine Sky [DEMO]

This also applies to all other short and side stories that are available only on Patreon: the URL is now hosted on cogdemos.ink, but the path [/name] is still the same.

I want to extend a huge appreciation to the owner of the site for all the years of running it, and to everyone who has sent me messages about this news, especially since my January break has definitely thrown me off track.

It's sad to think that so many great but abandoned IFs won't be available anymore. I'll definitely take the time to reread my favorites one last time while I'm still on break.

I'd also like to apologize for my inactivity and for not answering any of the asks. As I mentioned before, I'm trying to use my break to rest [though, unsuccessfully, with so many things to do and work piling up].

But I'll do my best to answer as many as I can over the weekend.

Thank you so much for your support, for all the messages congratulating me on my birthday, and for reading to the end! ♥

#if #interactive fiction #sanguine sky #sanguine sky if #announcement

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hi vesna, wanted to know what the apparent letter that artyom sent to ''varya'' says if u have time😭

Hi! To be honest, this whole situation is very annoying and stupid.

First of all, who is Varya? Varya is supposedly a 15 year old girl who wanted to break up Artyom and Daphne. A couple of things: - the photos she sent weren't even hers (and they weren't NSFW); - it doesn't look like Artyom knew her real age. Some more information and rumors from r/IrkutskMolotochniki, most of it comes from a person with an extremely annoying way of talking who communicated with Daphne:

Comments from March 22, May 14 (pic. 2 and 3), May 20 and June 1, 2024.

In early August, Daphne made 2 posts on r/Earkutsk (her subreddit) explaining everything. You can read them here and here.

I have one of Artyom's previous letters to Varya, so I'll translate it first.

"Hello, Varya. I received the letter on September 26. I deeply apologize for such a long reply. I can't physically do it faster. I ask you to be understanding… or not =D O-o-oh, I also missed your birthday. This is somehow completely unjust. I apologize for that too. I understand how you've probably been waiting, but you see — I work at the sewing machine, so sometimes I get completely stitched up¹... =) If we live to see it, I'll do better by next birthday. Probably… =) • I'm not against communication, if you're not against communication in such a leisurely, to put it mildly, rhythm. Nice to meet you, by the way =D Thanks for the photo. You've really lifted my spirits. I spent half an hour admiring and licking my lips X) • Jurisprudence is a good choice, I'm a jurist too². What is the reason for this choice? • I'm doing fine, thank you for your concern. What about you? I fill my free time with a little bit of everything. I write letters mostly. Well, I also read, watch TV, listen to the radio, study foreign languages and do music. How do you spend your free time? • My musical preferences are about the same as yours — genre is not as important as quality. But still, by and large, they come down to heavy and electronic music. Do you have any favorite artists, compositions? • I'm both working and studying. Bad habits?.. o.O Well, let's say I don't smoke³. There's no need to talk about alcohol and drugs — there just aren't even such opportunities =) What else do you mean by bad habits? I don't think I have any, I'm almost perfect =D • My relationship with my mom is good. She doesn't miss a single long visit. • As for the girls, my interest here is situational. I don't gravitate towards any particular type, I evaluate all the details of the personality in the aggregate. As for the situation with Daphne, no comments yet =) Thank you for your congratulations and generous wishes. Even though I'm a month and a half late, I wish you well too, and I wish you all your dreams come true =) Since our communication will continue soon, in conclusion, I'd like to ask you what books do you read and what movies do you watch? Good luck! 27.11.2023"

¹ He meant that sometimes he gets too caught up in his work. ² I'm not sure he has a degree. He obviously wouldn't be able to become a sworn advocate AT LEAST because of his reputation. I think it's a matter of terminology. A jurist is a person with expert knowledge of law; someone who analyzes and comments on law. This person is usually a specialist legal scholar, mostly (but not always) with a formal education in law (a law degree) and often a legal practitioner. In the Russian Federation, a jurist can be a person who has received secondary professional or higher legal education. A jurist can provide legal assistance and legal services in criminal, civil, tax, labor, family, inheritance, housing, corporate, administrative and other legal matters. A jurist needs the status of an advocate only to defend someone in a criminal case. In some categories of criminal cases, protection may be provided by persons who don't have an advocate's status. So, basically, as I understand it, MAYBE he can be a jurist, but not an actual advocate/lawyer. Genuinely, whatever, take everything Artyom says with a grain of salt, he likes trolling. ³ Answers this question, I guess.

Now to the letter you sent. 👇🏻

"Varya, hi. I received the letter on November 30. Also, on the very eve of the New Year, I received a photo of you, which you intended to convince me of your coming of age... =) Great photo. You're irresistible =D • Before I get to the main content of your letters, I'll start with the non-main one =) I congratulate you on the past holidays and wish you good health, lots of money, always a great mood, and that everything goes according to plan, and, of course, great and pure love =D Speaking of love. It's a beautiful feeling, isn't it?.. =) It sometimes makes you do rash things, doesn't it? =) That's gratifying that you turned out to be a conscientious girl and immediately after your rash act you wrote to me and repented. This will definitely be counted as a mitigating factor for you in the future¹ =D And who is this girl whose channel² you sent the letter to? What's her name? Any idea why she needs it if she didn't delete it? And here another kind girl wrote to me that it was you who posted the letter in your channel... =) This is probably that misinformation about you. As for the dirt, insults, and threats, who exactly allowed themselves to do this to you? If possible, give at least a couple of examples of people who did this. At least you're not like them, are you? Not being rude or threatening anyone there? =) I don't recommend doing this. Those who do this, especially in relation to those whom I know in a positive light, may not expect anything good from me. • Okay, Varechka. You did something stupid and you did it. Who doesn't? Let's hope that this doesn't lead to more serious difficulties for you, in particular problems with the law. It also happens… Let's finally talk about you. How are you feeling? Not sick anymore? How did you spend the New Year holidays? And what's the news in general? What are you currently studying at your educational institution? You're getting a tertiary education, right? • You write that you go to the gym, well done. What kind of sport do you practice? Or just fitness? You're reviewing photos and videos of me? Well, you have great taste XD I have the same thing with my favorite music artists — I can't get enough forms to list them all =) Well, you know, you saw the playlist³ =) The TV series "Fisher"⁴? Well, yes, I can guess who it's about. Have you watched "The Method"⁵? I think you'll like it too =) • My favorite dish? I wonder why you need this? o.O Mostly pelmeni =D In general, I'm unpretentious in gastronomic matters. As long as it's tasty, healthy and nutritious =) And what's your favorite dish? • As for the cities I've been to, there's not even much to choose from… I've been to Ulan-Ude, Usolye-Sibirskoye (Irkutsk region), Novosibirsk, Omsk, Tyumen, Kirov, Vologda. In the last five of the mentioned cities, I was only in detention centers and saw a little bit of the street from the window of the paddy wagon =) In general, it was difficult to form an opinion about the cities. Well, judging by the data about the cities of the world, which became known to me from wherever it was, then... it's even more difficult X) First of all, I'd like to visit the city of Spijkenisse in the Netherlands⁶. It's a good city, they say =) But Moscow⁷, in general, is not bad either. If you know what I mean... X) • A movie? Perhaps, "Saw." For all time =) And what are your favorite city and movie? • Varechka, what can I sew for you? I can't sew anything but workwear. So no matter what I start sewing, I'll still end up with some kind of cop's or worker's clothes. You don't need that, do you? =) • I'm cool by nature =D There's nothing more to add. • How I feel about trolls on the internet. I don't give a hoot about the internet and everyone who lives in it =) I hardly ever go there, so I don't come into contact with trolls. I was a troll? o.O Where does this information come from?.. Tell me, who is without sin? We all get in the mood to troll. But depending on the skills, the result is different for everyone: who becomes a troll, and who becomes a sad shit X)

• The question about Zonatelecom's⁸ tariff seems to have an underlying reason... =) I haven't used this tariff, because I haven't used phone calls on a regular basis yet. I called with permission, which is not given as often as I'd like. So what's the point in me figuring out these tariffs? And even when you call regularly, I personally don't see the point in them, because if you get a cheaper call than usual, it means you're losing something, because for free pleasure, as they say, someone also has to pay. Thus, the cost of a telephone conversation decreases because the quality of connection deteriorates. And I treasure the connection with my loved ones =D • Oh, I got to your second letter. Hi, Varya =) Things, mood, well-being — everything's all right. And you? I'm glad to know about your dog =) I don't remember what a Yorkshire Terrier looks like, so if you want, you can send me a picture. • Well, Varya, I can't give birth to a story out of the blue, but when it's appropriate in our dialogue, I'll definitely tell you something. Be patient =) All the best! 06.01.2024"

¹ It's not me, it's him writing like an idiot. For a second, he imagined himself as a priest, to whom people should repent of their sins. I mean, this checks out. You know what they say about Christian priests. It's noteworthy that he uses the word "девочка" (little girl) instead of "девушка" (young woman), which would mean a more mature age. 🤮 ² On Telegram. I doubt it exists now, but who knows. ³ A few years ago, Artyom wrote a long list of songs that he listens to, and someone made a playlist on Spotify. ⁴ "Fisher" is a Russian thriller TV series. The plot of the 1st season is based on real events — serial killer Sergey Golovkin, who operated in the Odintsovsky District of the Moscow region from 1986 to 1992, had the nickname "Fisher." ⁵ "The Method" is a Russian crime drama TV series. Some of the characters were loosely based on real criminals, including the Academy maniacs. ⁶ Daphne, Artyom's fiancée, is from the Netherlands. ⁷ Varya probably said that she lives in Moscow. ⁸ Zonatelecom is an app for communication with prisoners. You can call them, write letters, send postcards, money.

Письма на русском для тех, кто хочет прочитать их в оригинале, но не хочет разбирать почерк Артёма. Орфография сохранена.

"Здравствуй, Варя. Письмо получил 26 сентября. Приношу глубочайшие извинения за такой долгий ответ. Быстрее физически никак не могу. Прошу отнестись с пониманием… или не относиться =D О-о-о, я ещё и день твоего рождения пропустил. Это уж как-то совсем неправосудно. Прошу прощения и за это тоже. Понимаю, как ты наверно ждала, но видишь — я работаю на швейке, так что иногда совсем зашиваюсь… =) Если доживём, то к следующему дню рождения исправлюсь. Наверно… =) • Я не против общения, если и ты не против общения в таком неторопливом, мягко говоря, ритме. Приятно познакомиться, кстати =D Благодарю за фото. Очень подняла настроение. Полчаса любовался и облизывался X) • Юриспруденция — хороший выбор, я тоже юрист. Чем такой выбор обусловлен? • Дела у меня в порядке, благодарю за беспокойство. А как у тебя? Свободное время я забиваю всем помаленьку. В основном письма пишу. Ну а так ещё читаю, смотрю телек, слушаю радио, занимаюсь иностранными языками и музыкой. Как ты проводишь свободное время? • Музыкальные предпочтения у меня примерно, как у тебя — не столь важен жанр, сколько качество. Но всё же по большому счёту они сводятся к тяжёлой и электронной музыке. У тебя есть какие-то любимые исполнители, композиции? • Я и работаю, и учусь. Вредные привычки?.. o.O Ну, скажем, я не курю. Об алкоголе и о наркоте и говорить не приходится — тут просто даже возможностей таких нет =) Что ещё подразумевать под вредными привычками? Пожалуй, нет у меня таковых, я почти идеален =D • Отношения с мамой хорошие. Она не пропускает ни одного длительного свидания. • Что касается девушек — тут мой интерес ситуативен. К какому-то определённому типажу не тяготею, все детали личности оцениваю в совокупности. Что касается ситуации с Дафной, то пока без комментариев =) Благодарю за поздравления и щедрые пожелания. Хоть и опоздал на полтора месяца, но и тебя тоже с прошедшим и желаю сбычи всех мечт =) Коль скоро наше общение продолжится, в заключение хотел бы поинтересоваться, какие книги ты читаешь и какое кино смотришь? Удачи! 27.11.2023"

Второе письмо мне пришлось разделить на 2 блока из-за лимита знаков, поэтому там внезапный разрыв. 👇🏻

"Варя, привет. Получил письмо 30 ноября. Также в самое преддверие Нового года получил твою фотографию, которой ты намеревалась убедить меня в своём совершеннолетии... =) Отличная фотография. Ты неотразима =D • Прежде чем я перейду к основному содержанию твоих писем, начну с неосновного =) Поздравляю тебя с минувшими праздниками и желаю здоровья, много денег, всегда отличного настроения, чтобы всё шло по плану, ну и, конечно, большой и чистой любви =D Кстати о любви. Прекрасное чувство, не правда ли?.. =) Оно порой толкает на необдуманные поступки, да? =) Отрадно, что ты оказалась совестливой девочкой и сразу после своего необдуманного поступка написала мне и покаялась. Тебе это в дальнейшем обязательно зачтётся, как смягчающее обстоятельство =D А что это за девочка такая, в чей канал ты отправила письмо? Как её зовут? Есть предположения, зачем ей это нужно, если она не стала его удалять? А мне тут другая добрая девочка написала, что это ты в своём канале выложила письмо... =) Наверно это та самая деза (дезинформация) о тебе. Что касается грязи, оскорблений, угроз, кто конкретно позволил себе такое в отношении тебя? Приведи по возможности хотя бы пару примеров лиц, кто это делал. Ты-то хоть им не уподобляешься? Не грубишь там никому, не угрожаешь? =) Не рекомендую этого делать. Те, кто так делает, тем более по отношению к тем, кого я знаю с хорошей стороны, могут ничего хорошего от меня не ждать. • Ладно, Варечка. Совершила глупость и совершила. С кем не бывает? Будем надеяться на то, что это не обернётся для тебя более серьёзными трудностями, в частности, проблемами с законом. Бывает и такое... Давай лучше наконец о тебе поговорим. Как самочувствие? Больше не болеешь? Как провела Новогодние каникулы? И какие в целом новости? Что сейчас проходите в вашем учебном заведении? Ты же высшее образование получаешь? • Ты пишешь, что в зал ходишь — это ты молодец. Каким видом спорта ты занимаешься? Или просто фитнесом? Фото и видео со мной пересматриваешь? Что ж, у тебя отличный вкус XD С любимыми исполнителями музыки у меня такая же фигня — всех перечислять бланков не напасёшься =) Ну, ты знаешь, ты видела плейлист =) Сериал "Фишер"? Ну да, догадываюсь, о ком это. А "Метод" не смотрела? Думаю, тебе тоже понравится =) • Моё любимое блюдо? Интересно, зачем тебе это? o.O В основном пельмешки =D А вообще я в гастрономических вопросах непритязательный. Лишь бы было вкусно, полезно и питательно =) А какое любимое блюдо у тебя? • Что касается городов, то из тех, в которых я был, даже и выбрать как-то не из чего... Я был в Улан-Удэ, Усолье-Сибирском (Иркутская область), Н��восибе, Омске, Тюмени, Кирове, Вологде. В последних пяти из упомянутых городов был только в СИЗО и видел немного улицу из окна автозака =) В общем, мнение о городах составить было сложновато. Ну а если судить по тем данным о городах мира, которые стали мне известны откуда бы то ли было, то... ещё сложнее X) В первую очередь я бы хотел побывать в городе Спейкениссе в Нидерландах. Хороший, говорят, город =) Но и Москва, в общем-то, неплоха. Если ты понимаешь, о чём я... X) • Фильм? Пожалуй, "Пила". На все времена =) А какие твои любимые город и фильм? • Варечка, ну что я могу тебе сшить? Я кроме спецодежды ничего шить не умею. Так что, что бы я ни начал шить, на выходе всё равно получится шмотка мента какого-нибудь или рабочего. Тебе же такое не надо? =) • По характеру я клёвый =D Больше и добавить нечего. • Как я отношусь к троллям в интернете. Да мне по барабану этот интернет и все, кто в нём живёт =) Я-то там практически не бываю, поэтому и с троллями не соприкасаюсь. Я был троллем? o.O Это откуда такие сведения?.. Скажи мне, а кто без греха? У всех у нас бывает настроение потроллить. Только в зависимости от умений результат у всех разный: кто становится троллем, а кто — УГ (унылое говно) X)

• Вопрос о зонателекомовском тарифе, кажется, с подоплёкой... =) Я таким тарифом не пользовался, потому что вообще телефонными звонками я ещё на постоянной основе не пользовался. Я звонил по разрешению, которое даётся не так часто, как хотелось бы. Поэтому смысл мне разбираться в этих тарифах? Да даже когда звонишь регулярно, я лично не вижу в них смысла, потому что если звонок тебе дешевле обычного, значит ты чего-то лишаешься, ибо за бесплатное удовольствие, как говорится, тоже кто-то должен заплатить. Таким образом, стоимость телефонного разговора снижается потому, что ухудшается качество связи. А связью с близкими людьми я дорожу =D • О, добрался до твоего второго письма. Привет, Варя =) Дела, настроение, самочувствие — всё в порядке. А у тебя? Рад узнать о твоей собачке =) Как выглядит йоркширский терьер, не помню, так что, если хочешь, можешь отправить фотку. • Ну, Варь, на ровном месте родить историю я не могу, но когда это будет уместно в нашем диалоге, я обязательно что-нибудь расскажу. Запасись терпением =) Счастливо! 06.01.2024"

#ask response #info #this was kinda mentally exhausting to make #mostly because of that Reddit mf. annoyed me SO MUCH. sorry not sorry #oh I liked reading about Sergey Golovkin. I swear he has something in common with Nikita. a liiittle bit. but of course Golovkin is worse #sorry Europeans for posting this so late </3 #the post keeps breaking! it's Tumblr's fault I'm SORRY #academy maniacs #irkutsk molotochniki #artyom anoufriev #tcc artyom #tc community #tcc fandom #tcc tumblr #tccblr #true cringe community #teeceecee #tee cee cee

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