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starryhyuck · 8 months ago

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under his desk. (m)

pairing: ceo!johnny x afab!reader

words: 7.4k+

summary: you discover your new boss has a secret hidden up his sleeve.

genre: smut, fluff

warnings: talks of violence, reader is jaehyun’s sister, rough sex, slight breeding kink, sir kink, public sex, creampies, multiple orgasms, hair pulling, mentions of throat fucking

“I need a job.”

Jaehyun’s mouth is wide open, spoon hovering over a bowl of soup, inches away from sitting on his tongue. His eyes dart up to see your anxious expression, eyebrows pulled together. He sighs, resting his spoon back down before leaning back in his chair.

“So this is why my sister finally reaches out to have dinner with me,” Jaehyun says, running a hand down his face exasperatedly.

“Come on, Jae,” you plead, fingers twisted in the napkin on your lap. A large chandelier hovers over the two of you, illuminating the disappointment gracing Jaehyun’s face. “You know I would never ask you for a favor like this unless I really have to.”

He observes the serious look on your face. It’s been years since you’ve reached out to him, the two of you losing touch after you parted ways when graduating from university. Your brother set off to a successful career in finance, climbing rank until he was nearly at the top, making an enormous amount of money that he had no clue what to do with. You were the opposite, chasing your dream of writing at a huge publishing firm, only to be met with disappointment by a few odd jobs and barely enough cash to cover the bills. You never asked Jaehyun for help even though you both knew you needed it.

He has a contemplative air cast around him, fingers rubbing at his chin lightly.

“I don’t know anyone in the writing world-“

“It doesn’t have to be that,” you immediately interject. You don’t care if he can smell the desperation across the table. “I’ve given up on that dream. I just need something stable, something I don’t have to make backup plans for if it falls through.”

He sighs again. “There is something, but it’s not easy-“

“I’ll take it, Jae. Please, I promise I won’t fuck this up.”

He stares at you for a while, taking in the hunger in your eyes. He hasn’t seen you like this since you graduated, proclaiming that you would become a best-selling writer before the year’s end. Now, you’re simply a girl crushed by the weight of your dreams and chasing a solid figure in your bank account.

“Let me see what I can do.”

—

You straighten your skirt for the umpteenth time, clutching the clipboard to your chest for dear life. The stiletto heels are digging into your feet but you keep your toes as straight as possible, trying your best to look like you know what you’re doing.

The door flies open and you take a deep breath. Johnny Suh walks by you without a word, taking his seat at his desk before finally sparing you a glance. His eyebrow raises at your appearance but he says nothing else.

“Good morning, sir,” you say with a smile. “I have your morning reports here and your daily schedule. Which would you like first?”

“My coffee.”

You pause, the smile slipping off of your face. “Y-Your coffee?”

He’s not amused in the slightest. “Black, no sugar. I expect it on my desk as soon as I walk into this room.”

“Yes, sir.”

A few beats pass. “Well?”

You stumble, racing for the door and exiting his office. You calculate there is absolutely no way you could make it to a coffee shop and be back on time, instead heading for the break room. You exhale as you place an empty cup under one of the high tech machines, waiting patiently as it brews for you.

“You’re the new assistant, aren’t you?” A voice questions. Another man walks into the room, taking a cup for himself and occupying another machine. He outstretches his hand to you. “I’m Doyoung.”

You shake his hand and smile politely, offering your name.

“Nice to meet you,” he says, watching as you carefully take the brewed cup of black coffee from the machine and search for a lid. “How’s the boss so far?”

You chuckle dryly. “Well, it’s my first day and I already forgot his coffee, so I can confidently say it’s not going well.”

He throws you an apologetic look. Before you can exit, he speaks again. “In my experience, Johnny favors resilience over anything. If you can show him that you’re serious about this without making a fuss, then he’ll reward you for the hard work.”

You smile thankfully. After bidding Doyoung goodbye, you make your way back into Johnny’s office, grateful to have met someone willing to help you navigate this job. Jaehyun warned you it would be difficult since Johnny was a particular man, to quote your brother, but you’ve handled much worse than a snooty CEO. You’re not one to back down this easily.

You slide the warm cup across his desk. His eyes are shifted downwards, shuffling through mountains of paperwork. He doesn’t glance up at you as he takes his first sip, lips twisting in a grimace. He turns his torso and points out the windows covering the back wall of his office.

“You’ll pick up my coffee order from that shop going forward,” he instructs. You have no idea what location he’s referring to as the view is just out of your eye line, but you make a mental note to check it later.

You nod obediently before taking your clipboard back into your hands, reciting his schedule for the day.

“You have a meeting with the board of directors at ten, a one-on-one with the CFO of Kim Enterprises at eleven, lunch at twelve, and back-to-back meetings regarding the Baek acquisition after lunch,” you say, handing him the sheet from your clipboard. He takes it roughly, sighing as he glances over it. “Here are the morning reports as well. Anything particular you’re craving for today?”

He regards you carefully, and you squirm underneath his judging gaze.

“You’re Jaehyun’s sister, is that correct?”

You swallow. “Yes, sir.”

He says nothing else in relation to the topic. “A sandwich from the Kim’s shop down the street will be just fine.”

“Yes, sir.”

—

After a few weeks of trial and tribulations, you can safely say you have found your footing as Johnny Suh’s assistant.

He is particular, yes, but you can see now that it is only due to the success of the business. When sitting by his side during his meetings to take notes, you’ve noticed how fast he is to shut down any propositions that seem like a waste of time and only approve ideas that are carefully constructed and thought out. Employees appear to equally fear and respect him, which Johnny was well aware of.

You can’t quite tell if he’s pleased with your work, but he hasn’t issued any complaints since the first day you joined. You ensure a cup of warm coffee from Min’s Market is on his desk every morning and a warm sandwich from the Kim’s is delivered to him by lunch. You made an effort to reorganize the filing system his prior assistant had tried to keep up with, which made both your and Johnny’s day easier whenever you needed to access an important document. You have his work schedule texted to his phone every morning instead of using the old paper route, which you find a lot more efficient, yet unsure if Johnny expresses the same sentiment.

It’s conflicting. You feel as if you’re doing a good job but your boss makes no effort to display praise. The only thing you keep reminding yourself of is Doyoung’s comment about resilience, and how you can expect Johnny to reward you in due time.

A call of your name disrupts your typing on your computer, and you’re quick to rise on your feet as you enter Johnny’s office.

“Yes, sir?”

“Ten just called me on my personal line. Make arrangements in my schedule for me to meet him today.”

“Yes, sir,” you say, writing down the instructions on your clipboard. “Anything else I can do for you?”

He pauses, staring at you thoughtfully. You hate it when he does this because you can never read what’s swimming in his head.

“You’re going to Jaehyun’s engagement party, I assume?”

You were ecstatic when your brother called with the news a week ago. He had known Miyeon since university and they stayed together through all the hectic chaos of Jaehyun’s career. He told you they were holding a small party at their penthouse this Sunday, and you were happy to attend in celebration.

You smile and nod. “Yes, I’ll be there, sir.”

He bobs his head once before waving his hand, dismissing you. You leave in confusion, but that was a normal emotion you felt around Johnny nowadays. You return to your desk and pull up his schedule, locating an empty slot for his meeting with Ten.

“How are you holding up, champ?”

You laugh when Doyoung approaches your desk, twirling a pen in his fingers. He’s made it a habit to check up on you every now and then. Another tidbit you learned when you began working here is that most people did not envy you for your position as Johnny’s assistant. If anything, they pitied you. Doyoung told you bets had been made around the office for when you would quit, to which you replied, “He’s not that bad.”

Doyoung chuckled and said, “Give it a few more weeks.”

Ever since then, he’s been spying on you for the rest of the employees, trying to see when your resolve would crumble.

“I’m still here, Doyoung,” you reply to his question, raising an eyebrow.

He grins. “That you are. Still having a hard time reading him?”

“Who doesn’t?”

He snickers. “Well, if it lifts your spirits at all, we’re heading out for drinks this weekend to take the edge off. Come and join us.”

You normally decline such an invitation as your weekends are reserved for catching up on some much needed rest. However, now that you’ve gotten a solid grasp on Johnny’s workload, you feel like a night of alcohol is exactly what you crave to wind down.

“You know what, I’ll be there.”

His grin stretches wider, and he’s about to speak again before another voice startles you.

“Mr. Kim, what are you doing?” Johnny’s stern voice asks, standing in the doorway of his office. He scrutinizes the both of you and your shoulders tense.

Doyoung scrambles. “M-Mr. Suh! I was just speaking with-“

“I can see that,” he cuts off Doyoung. Johnny narrows his eyes. “Is there a reason you’ve decided to interrupt my assistant’s work for mindless fodder about after-work events?”

“N-No-“

“It’s best if you return to your desk now, hm?”

Doyoung nods frantically, tail tucked between his legs as he nearly sprints out of the room. Johnny turns his attention to you, lips flattened in a straight line.

“I expect you not to waste time by flirting with other members of the work staff.”

Before you can protest, he’s walking back into his office, slamming the door behind him. You slouch in your chair, scoffing at his behavior.

What was his problem?

—

“I like this drink! Do you think they have tiny umbrellas behind the bar? It’ll make me feel like my life isn’t in shambles!”

You giggle at Joohyun, who is rambling loudly in your ear. It’s evident she’s had her fair share of drinks but she shows no signs of stopping.

You’re grateful Doyoung invited you to this outing because it feels like you can finally get to know your other co-workers without the walls of Johnny’s office blocking you. You feel light for the first time in weeks, and you’re not certain if it’s from the alcohol coursing through your veins or the absence of your ill-mannered boss. Either way, you’re reveling in it.

“Alright, truth or dare?”

You giggle, nearly spilling the shot of vodka in your hands. “Are you kidding me? How old are we?”

“Don’t be a sourpuss,” Doyoung says, nearly throwing his straw at you from across the table. “Truth or dare?”

“Hm, truth!”

“Boo,” Donghyuck from the marketing department yells. You pretend to throw your drink in his face and he ducks, making the whole table erupt with laughter.

“Okay, okay!” Sooyoung snickers. “Would you rather be an accomplice to a high profile murder case or fuck up Johnny’s coffee order?”

You shudder at the thought of delivering the wrong coffee to your boss, and the table is in hysterics over your expression.

“Definitely not the last one! He’ll have my head!”

The rest of the night is a blur, filled with more ridiculous dares from Donghyuck and silly questions from Sooyoung. You all part ways in the dead of the night, stumbling into taxi cabs as you wave goodbye. You elect to walk home since your apartment isn’t located too far from the bar. You shiver as the night chill nips at your arms.

You pass by another dimly lit nightclub, thrumming loudly with the sound of the bass. You know you shouldn’t, but you don’t want this night to end and crush the happy feeling in your chest. It’s the first time since university you haven’t had to worry about bills or how much the drinks of the night cost, and it spurs on your temporary foolish behavior. You enter the dodgy nightclub, convincing yourself that one more drink can’t hurt you.

The area is packed with people, namely older men with large builds and tattoos covering their forearms. You flag down a bartender.

“Hey, what’s going on tonight?” You yell over the sound of the music.

“Big fight downstairs,” he says, pointing to a staircase to the left of the bar. “Drinks down there are free for the ladies!”

Your eyebrows raise, and against your better judgment, your feet find themselves moving down the creaky staircase. The music dies down when you finally make it to the bottom, instead being filled with loud chatter from the bulky men around you.

“You’re insane if you think a newbie is going to come along and take out The Destroyer! He’s undefeated, you idiot!”

“All the greats have to fall sometime. Just watch and see!”

You make your way to the bar, which is a little more tattered and ruined than the one upstairs. The bartender’s eyes widen at the sight of you, which befuddles you until he asks, “Fan of The Destroyer?”

“Who?”

Three loud clanging sounds of a bell echo around the room, silencing the chatter. A man in a crisp tailored suit walks out, microphone in his hand. The crowd of people suddenly shuffle around until an empty square is left in the middle of the room.

“Welcome, everyone!” The man in the suit greets, the curve of his lips twisted into a smirk. “We have a great show for you tonight! For anyone looking to place their last minute bets, please locate Mr. Kim by the bar. Trust me, you won’t want to miss a fight this good!” The statement has the mass hollering while you look on in confusion. “Tonight, we have Payback in the left corner here.” The rallies grow louder as a young, lanky man comes forward, raising his fists in the air and encouraging the crowd. He stands to the left of the announcer, bouncing on the balls of his feet animatedly. “And in the right corner, we have the fan favorite, the undefeated, the legendary Destroyer!”

Your body locks up, breath caught in your throat while the room erupts in a deafening applause. Your hand covers your mouth in shock because the man who walks out, hands wrapped in red tape with his torso completely exposed, is none other than Johnny.

You nearly collapse into the bar from surprise, but the bartender reads your body language as something else.

“Incredible, isn’t he?” He says into your ear. “How much do you have on him tonight?”

You fail to respond, your mind whirling into a frenzy. There’s no possible way this could be Johnny — it had to be his long lost twin brother or you could be seeing it all wrong. From this angle though, it looks exactly like your boss, even as he wears nothing but a pair of baggy shorts hugging his waist. Your eyes drink in the litter of tattoos covering his chest, tattoos that are hidden in the daylight with his blazers and button-up shirts.

The announcer says a few more words that go completely over your head before ringing the bell, signaling the start of the fight.

You should go home. You should go home and pretend you never saw any of this. Staying here only implicates you, and you can’t imagine what Johnny would do to you if he found out you knew about his underground secret. You need this job, and staying here increases the chances of you losing it, so why can’t you move? Why can’t you pry your gaze away from the ripple in Johnny’s muscles as he lands the first blow, nearly knocking his opponent to the ground? Why does your throat go dry when he delivers punch after punch, eyes blazed with fury as blood begins running down the other man’s nose? Why do you stay rooted in place when the announcer declares Johnny’s victory, raising his arm high as the crowd cheers?

Then, he sees you.

His eyes lock with yours across the room, his victorious expression falling and shifting into something more grim.

That’s when you run. You sprint up the stairs and out of the bar, legs aching before you finally make it back to your apartment, shutting the front door and sliding your back down until you hit the floor.

What the fuck were you going to do now?

—

“Thank you all for joining us. This engagement is long overdue, and I’m grateful to Miyeon for sticking by my side even though I never deserved it,” your brother says, which causes Miyeon to bump his hip with hers jokingly. Guests chuckle at the small show of affection. “Please enjoy yourselves tonight and look forward to a Jeong wedding in the new year!”

Applause ensues, jilting you out of your reverie. You slowly clap with everyone else, trying your best to put on a smile.

You’ve been on edge since you walked into this party, and it’s all because of your idiotic actions from the night before. You contemplated showing up after being caught in the act at Johnny’s secret fight, but you knew it would be obvious if you missed your brother’s engagement party. Even though Johnny was here, you were determined to attend, albeit you having to avoid him like the plague.

In all fairness, you were succeeding thus far. You keep yourself on the opposite end of the room from him, never sparing a glance in his direction although you could feel his eyes on you during sporadic times in the night. Your plan is to leave at a time that wouldn’t raise any questions and go into work tomorrow and pretend you were never at the club that night. You hope Johnny would do the same.

For the sake of your job, you really really hope he would do the same.

You’re in the middle of assessing the charcuterie board, eyeing the various fancy cheeses. It’s just like Jaehyun to make this small party as extravagant as he could, knowing it would make no dent in his bank account. All the food is being carried around by various waiters walking around the floor to offer it to the guests.

“Having trouble making a choice?”

Your heart drops to the pit of your stomach. You slowly spin around to see Johnny behind you, one hand stuffed into his pocket while the other holds a flute of champagne. He’s wearing a more casual manner of dress, a silk burgundy button-up paired with baggy slacks. It makes his legs look longer and you swallow as he towers over you.

“S-Sir-“

“Johnny!” You’ve never been more grateful to your brother than at this moment. He approaches the both of you with a smile, clapping a hand over Johnny’s shoulder. “How’s my little sister doing as your assistant?”

Your hands twist around your back nervously. Johnny slips into a smooth, easygoing smile.

“She’s doing fantastic. I was actually coming over to tell her just that, especially since she’s the one carrying all of my secrets to the grave.”

Your heart thumps louder in your chest while Jaehyun laughs, taking Johnny’s statement as a joke even though you know better. Johnny’s eyes analyze you carefully, the dark halo in his orbs making you quake in your heels.

“And how about you, dear sister? How’s the scary boss holding up?”

You throw your brother a tight grin. “He’s wonderful, Jae. No complaints here.”

Jaehyun nods, pleased by your progress before excusing himself to mingle. He leaves you alone with Johnny, who stares at you like a predator assessing his prey. You’re about to bring up a comment about the weather before he says, “Pretty girls like you shouldn’t be lurking on the wrong side of town.”

A shiver shoots down your spine. “I-I live on that side of town.”

He raises an eyebrow. “I don’t pay you enough then.”

You exhale, certain he can hear the loud ringing of your heartbeat in your ears. He sets his champagne glass down on a nearby table before grabbing a bite-sized quiche, holding it out to you.

“I’m okay,” you decline and he hums, placing the treat in his mouth for himself. You can’t help the way your eyes linger on how his fingers graze his tongue, licking off any spare crumbs. You think about how those same fingers were pummeling into a poor stranger the night before. How the fire in his eyes couldn’t be tamed by the outcry of his fans.

You picture the same angry Destroyer hovering over you in bed, telling you exactly what he plans to do to you while his fingers wrap around your throat.

His mouth twists into a smirk and you shake yourself out of your daydream. He flags over another man and they shake hands, laughing as they exchange greetings.

“This is my assistant,” Johnny says, turning his attention to you as he offers your name. “She has big aspirations to work for a publishing company after she gets tired of me. Maybe Ahn Books has an opening?”

Mr. Ahn shakes your hand, telling you how lovely it is to meet you, but your eyes can only focus on Johnny. He’s staring at you with a knowing look in his eye and it takes you by surprise.

Was this a bribe to keep quiet about what you saw?

“Any worker who can handle Johnny is certainly a star in my books,” Mr. Ahn chuckles. “Let me know when this one starts getting on your nerves.”

You laugh anxiously and nod. “It’s an honor to meet you, Mr. Ahn.”

Johnny gives you one last look. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

He doesn’t provide an opportunity for you to respond, throwing an arm around Mr. Ahn and guiding him away into the crowd.

You release a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.

—

Johnny wants to fuck his assistant.

It’s plain and simple, but it’s very much against his wishes. When Jaehyun approached him with the ask to hire his sister, he didn’t hesitate to grant his friend the favor. He had known Jaehyun since they worked at their first company together out of college, and although Johnny had never met you, he figured you would be a good worker if Jaehyun vouched for you. Plus, his last assistant had just quit from being too “overworked.” Johnny thinks they weren’t trying hard enough.

You were pretty, way too pretty to be somebody’s assistant. You deserved to be the main attraction and Johnny is ashamed to admit he’s definitely salivated over the tight pencil skirts you’re always wearing around the office.

He convinces himself to put aside his own selfish desires considering you’re one of the best assistants he’s had in years. You’re incredibly organized and after he warns you once concerning something important, you ensure not to do it again. The only big thing that irritates him is how everyone in this office is clear about their desire to fuck you but you’re wildly oblivious to all of it. Do you really think Kim Doyoung comes to talk to you because he’s friendly?

It fuels him with jealousy and he’s not normally a jealous guy. And Christ, when he saw you in the crowd of his fight, blinking at him warily like a deer caught in the headlights, his heart stopped in his chest. He never intended on letting anyone know of his after-work activity, considering it was inappropriate for a man of his status to be engaged in such a violent act.

When Johnny first got into underground fighting, he had simply been a watcher. He was introduced to the scene by an old colleague and it intrigued him to observe random strangers beat the living shit out of each other for pure sport. He had practiced boxing growing up and the idea of finally discovering a place where he could put those skills to use drew him in. Most of the time, it gave him a spike of adrenaline when he won a match. It normally never gave him gratification to send his opponent home covered in blood, but he kept going because of the reputation he was building for himself.

And seeing you there, watching him win another match and once again being declared undefeated, it makes him feel... proud. Almost like he craves to prove himself to you, to demonstrate that he’s the kind of man that can take care of you.

He’s crossing a clear boundary line but his impulse to have you is overtaking the coherent part of his brain.

So when you walk in on Monday morning and squeak out a “Good morning, sir,” he swallows the need to bend you over his desk.

He greets you with a gruff “Good morning,” which has your eyebrows raising at the response. He normally ignores your attempts at chitchat, especially when it’s this early.

“I texted your schedule to you for today and I have your morning reports here,” you say as you slide over a stack of papers to him. “Can I get you anything else?”

You. Under the desk. On the desk. In the chair. Against the window.

“No, that will be all.”

You move to exit the room, pausing when your hand rests on the handle of the door.

“I-I just want you to know I haven’t told anyone about what I saw this weekend,” you murmur.

“I wouldn’t care if you did,” he replies frankly.

It’s true — he thought about it after leaving the nightclub on Saturday, and he wouldn’t be opposed if you went and told the rest of the work staff. Some sick part of him would actually be smug at the idea of you bragging about his wins to the other employees who so clearly want a taste of you.

“Oh,” you say, slightly startled. “Well, I still won’t tell. It’s your private business, after all. I shouldn’t have even been there in the first place.”

The nagging voice in the back of his head grows louder, desperate to learn what you think of him. “Did you hear what they were saying? How they were betting on The Destroyer?”

You squirm in your spot. “They said you were undefeated, that the newbie didn’t stand a chance.”

He wonders if you’re scared of him, frightened not only by his savage blows but his evident power over you. You must think that he intends to blackmail you to keep his secret, but he could care less what you choose to do.

All he wants is for you to feel the same way he does. He wants you to battle this warmth in your chest, to panic as your mind goes blank when you see him. And he can’t have any of that while you’re his assistant, working under him despite how much he would prefer you directly underneath him.

It’s why he introduced you to Mr. Ahn, an old family friend who owned one of the largest publishing companies in the country. Jaehyun mentioned to Johnny that your real passion was in writing, but the lack of funds drove you to your current spot. Johnny hates that your dreams were crushed because of something as trivial as money, which he carried an abundance of. He would fund your first book in a heartbeat if you asked, but he knows you well enough to understand your pride would never allow you to be indebted to him. He figures a job with Mr. Ahn would be more digestible for you, and it would provide him an opening to make his move.

“Do you ever get worried?” You ask him, chewing on your lower lip. “You could get seriously hurt fighting like that.”

An ache blooms in his chest. Do you care about him getting injured?

“I haven’t been hurt since I started fighting,” he shares with you. “I don’t give them a chance to get their hands anywhere near me.”

You swallow and he wrings his hands together under his desk. Does that turn you on? His office walls aren’t soundproof, but he could lock the door and throw a hand over your mouth to conceal your moans. His cock twitches in his trousers at the thought.

His fantasy shatters when you finally crack open the door.

“I’ll order a sandwich from the Kim’s for your lunch today, sir.”

“Why don’t you make it two and join me?”

You stutter. “I-I’m sorry?”

“Join me for lunch. I could use another pair of eyes on these awful spreadsheets.”

“O-Okay.”

—

Johnny is playing with fire.

He’s very aware of this, yet he can’t seem to stop himself. You’ve eaten lunch together everyday for the past two weeks, munching quietly in his office while he divulges his reasoning to you behind budget cuts and expansion decisions. In the beginning, you would nod and listen patiently. After his encouragement to speak up and voice your opinion, you slowly started coming out of your shell around him.

And he’s very well informed of what the office thinks about your private time together. Last week, he overhears Doyoung mumble to you, “You and the boss are getting close.”

A grin stretches from ear to ear on his face when he listens to your response.

“Oh, I guess we have. He’s been really sweet with me.”

An envious scoff from Doyoung is enough to make Johnny’s entire day.

Late that Friday, you both stay overtime in order to complete the documents required for the Baek acquisition that Johnny has to present to the board of directors on Monday. He insists that you finish your tasks in his office to be more efficient, although the real reason is that he wants to look at your legs while you work.

He watches as you roll your neck, humming when you finally hear the familiar snapping sound.

“Maybe we should call it a night,” Johnny sighs, tired of staring at you for hours without being able to discover what’s hidden beneath that skirt of yours.

You frown. “But we’re only on the seventh page.”

“I’m starting to think you enjoy this work more than I do,” he says with a smirk.

You look down bashfully, avoiding his gaze. “I just don’t think you’ll be ready by Monday if we call it quits.”

“Let me worry about that, hm? I’ll drive you home.”

Your head whips up. “Oh, sir, I couldn’t let you-“

“I want to,” he says firmly.

You smile softly and nod. The two of you pack up the rest of your things, with Johnny storing the paperwork in his briefcase to review for later. He escorts you down to the parking garage and you pile into his vehicle. He observes as you admire the sleek interior, and he’s conscious of the fact that the cost of this car could likely pay your rent for five years. He really does want to offer you a raise to get you into a better apartment in a more decent side of town, but he’s certain you would interpret the gesture as a bribe rather than an act of kindness.

As the vehicle merges onto the busy city road, you pipe up from the passenger seat.

“Are you fighting this weekend?”

The question startles him. You haven’t spoken about his fighting since the moment you told him you would keep his secret.

“Every Saturday,” he replies, sneaking a quick glance over at you.

You have a nervous expression painted on your face. He opens his mouth to ask why before you speak up again.

“Will you be careful?”

The car halts at a red light, and he uses the spare time to fully look at you. You stare back at him, your eyes filled with concern.

It’s completely inappropriate and out of line, but his hand reaches over the dashboard to grab yours. He raises the back of your palm to his mouth, lips brushing over your knuckles. The intimate gesture has you staggering your breath.

“I promise.”

Your words rattle around in his head the following day. He usually doesn’t need any words of encouragement before a fight, his music playlist being enough to boost his spirits. This time, however, he thinks about you tucked away in his car. He pictures your pretty face when he kissed your hand, how your eyes darted away from his in embarrassment.

You’re the reason why he walks into the crowd with a mission, clapping his hands together as he faces his mediocre opponent. When the bell rings, he doesn’t pull his punches as he strikes the first jab into the other man’s face. You’ve awakened something in him and the crowd’s cheers grow louder when he lands blow after blow. It isn’t long before his challenger is stumbling across the floor, falling on his back after Johnny delivers the final thwack against his abdomen.

A hand wraps around his arm and holds it high in the air. The announcer declares his victory, once again proclaiming him undefeated. The roars of the crowd fill his eardrums, but the only person he can think about is you.

His body moves before his mind can convince him otherwise, getting dressed and gathering his things as quickly as possible before exiting the nightclub. He nearly breaks into a sprint in the chilly night air, reaching your apartment within minutes.

When you open the door, your jaw drops open at the sight of him.

“Johnny-“

His hands cup your cheeks, pushing your body backwards until you hit the wall. His nose brushes against yours and your breath hitches, hands reaching up to curl around his wrists.

“Tell me I should stop,” he whispers against your lips. “Tell me I’m crossing a line and I need to walk out that door and never come back.”

He watches your chest rise and fall with each passing breath. Your expression crumbles before you press forward, locking your lips with his.

A frenzy ensues. He shuts the door to your apartment forcefully, almost rattling it off of its hinges. His tongue slips into your waiting mouth, fingers gripping your waist tightly. You’re whimpering against him, basking in the sweat and tanned muscles from his win.

“Sir-“

“Fuck,” he hisses, pushing his body against yours. You whine when you can feel his hardened member against the fabric of your shorts. “Do you know how much it turns me on whenever you call me that? Always parading around in these fucking tight skirts, calling me sir — you’re practically begging me to stretch you open.”

You pant. “I want you to. I really really want you to.”

You both clumsily move to undress the other, with Johnny’s fingers pulling down your shorts and your hands lifting up his shirt. There’s a little dried blood on his torso as evidence from the fight.

“Sorry, I didn’t shower before I came and-“

“Did you win?”

A pause. “Of course I won.”

Then your lips are on his, tongues swirling together. The kiss is sloppy with the two of you mouthing at one another, desperate to grasp at any physical contact you can. You squeak in surprise when Johnny lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist before pinning you against the wall.

He trails kisses down your neck, ripping your old university t-shirt in half and discarding it on the floor. Your sports bra follows after, and he gives you no time to complain before he takes your right nipple into his mouth, licking wildly. He shifts his attention between each breast, fingers flicking at the peaked bud if he neglects one for too long.

Your fingers tangle into his hair, whimpering softly.

“S-Sir-“

“Need me inside you?” He murmurs against your skin. “You’re so fucking tempting.”

“Please,” you beg, tugging at the strands of his silky brown locks. “I need you so badly.”

He’s quick to release his cock from the confines of his shorts, tip red and leaking. You whine when you see the evidence of his arousal. Johnny knows he’s bigger than most so he moves your panties to the side and runs a finger through your folds. He groans when he feels you practically dripping onto his palm.

“You really do need me badly, hm?” He remarks with a smug grin. “Tell me what’s gotten you so wet, baby.”

“Y-You,” you choke out. “Ever since I saw you fighting as The Destroyer, I-“

Your words are cut off by a piercing scream when the tip of his cock slides into you. He takes your arms and wraps them around his neck, stabilizing you as he cups his hands around your ass, rutting up into you. He can tell you’re marveling at his strength — his ability to lift you like you weigh nothing. He holds you close as his hips piston deep into your cunt.

“Look at what you do to me,” he bites in a venomous tone. “I can’t think properly when I’m around you. Want to bend you over my desk and let the whole office hear you sing for me.” Another sharp thrust has you tightening your hold around his neck, and he takes the opportunity to dangle your legs over his elbows. The angle fully allows him to fuck you perfectly, balancing you in his arms as he watches his cock disappear in and out of your weeping pussy. All you can do is hang onto him for dear life and take it. “Maybe I should invite Doyoung to come watch us. He’s always fucking chasing after you anyways.”

You unravel around him at a breakneck speed, pushed over the edge by the idea of him claiming you for all of your co-workers to see. He grunts when he feels you clench around him, offering a few more thrusts before he’s following suit. You whimper when he releases inside of you, painting your walls with his cum.

He finally sets you back down on the ground carefully, chuckling when your shaky legs cause you to stumble into him.

“Shut up,” you mumble bashfully, hitting his arm.

He kisses you again, hands resting on your lower back. “Do you think you’d be up for another round?” He whispers, eyeing his cum running down your thighs.

“I think you’re crazy,” you reply, which brings forward another bubble of laughter from him. You draw circles over his arm, admiring the swell of his muscles. Your voice shifts into something softer and lighter. “What are we going to do?”

He brushes his lips over your forehead. “I’ll figure it out. Just let me take care of you, hm?”

You giggle when he scoops you into his arms and carries you into the bedroom bridal style, preparing himself to make you moan for him all night.

—

Weeks after your passionate night with Johnny, you reach out to Mr. Ahn to see if there’s an opening at Ahn Books.

He offers a position as a junior editor and you accept it happily, eager to finally begin your career in the writing world. When you announce your departure from Johnny’s company, you’re surprised by the outpour of love you receive. All of the colleagues you spent a fun night out with bring you various flowers and stuffed animals, requesting for you to stay in touch. Johnny isn’t shocked in the slightest, huffing to himself as he tells you that they’re all in love with you. You simply roll your eyes at his jealousy.

At first, you kept your relationship with Johnny a secret in fear that people would assume you slept your way to the top. It proved extremely difficult to keep your boyfriend’s hands off of you, however. He ached to be near you at all times of the day, and you’re ashamed to admit your last two weeks in the office were mainly spent on your knees or bent over his desk.

“Ungh!”

A hand pushes on your lower back, arching your spine. Fingers tangle in your hair and your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“What do you expect me to do now, hm? How am I supposed to get my fill of this pussy everyday when it’s across town?”

A smack echoes throughout the room when his hand collides with your ass and you bite down on your palm to prevent the mewls from releasing. No matter how many times you warn Johnny that the staff outside could definitely hear you two, he never holds himself back. There could be articles written the next day about the CEO fucking employees in his office and he wouldn’t bat an eye. His only focus is you, how you feel around him, how fast he can get you to whine for him.

One particular push of his hips has you reeling, gasping as you clench around him. He groans when he feels your climax hit, sending him tumbling over the edge before his warm seed fills you.

“Johnny,” you scold, reaching back to hit him lightly. “You know I stopped taking my birth control.”

“I’m aware, baby. Why do you think we’re moving in together?”

You scoff. You were initially opposed to the idea, but Johnny somehow convinced you that it would be much easier for you to move into his million dollar house and let him drive you to work every morning. There were no downsides to his proposal, truth be told, but you didn’t want to make it seem like you were using him for his bank account. He asked if he could fuck your throat to call it even, and you agreed.

He sits back down in his chair, pulling you onto his lap. Various papers and pens are scattered across the floor from the aftermath of your intimacy.

“It’s going to be a really good thing for you that I’m leaving,” you say, massaging the back of his neck as he licks at your collarbone. His cock is still seated deep inside you. “You haven’t been productive at work in weeks.”

“It’s the job for the next assistant,” he says dismissively. “Let’s go out tonight in celebration?”

“Okay,” you hum in contentment. “I really do want to thank you, you know. I was about to hit rock bottom before I started working for you.”

“No need to thank me, baby. I would do anything for you. As long as you keep supporting The Destroyer, I’m happy.”

You frown. “I’ll only keep supporting you if you remain undefeated. I’d hate to see you seriously injured.”

He laughs at the idea, as if the thought of anyone taking his championship title is unbelievable. He squeezes your hips and slowly begins to rock you back and forth on his cock, and you whine when you realize he’s growing hard again.

“Don’t be silly. No one has a chance against me.”

“D-Do you think we need to tell Jaehyun about us?”

Johnny shrugs. “It’s the job for the next assistant.”

Then he throws you over his desk once more, grunting as he claims your body until the sun sets over the horizon.

this fic was posted for early access to the $5 tier on my patreon, which you can access here!

#nct smut #nct x reader #johnny #johnny smut

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alanisstonedd · 6 months ago

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okay bluecollar!rafe but yall. can we make it MARINE!RAFE?? or more specifically MARSOC!rafe* who works for ward at cameron construction co. on leave?? like hello i need him bad guys.

cw: MDNI smut, cursing, stuff in public, food play, cum eating, military stuff, ass play, manhandling, 1 mention of fighting, recording

*marsoc: Marine Forces Special Operations Command - basically what COD men do

like he starts off as a standard private officer after enlisting when you guys graduate high school. he works his way up from private to corporal to sergeant major, and then eventually to captain, colonel, then general. i mean hes fucking unstoppable, hes blowing thru these ranks like nobodys fuckin business, and he not stopping anytime soon baby he in his primeeee.

he moves on to MARSOC and leads a small team on SPEC-OP missions in like borneo. hes literally the best of the best. his full file is like 4 pounds, full of successful recon missions, confirmed kills, successful captures of enemy targets, accurate tracking efforts, successful counterterrorism efforts, successful hostage rescue and successful direct action raids. when theres a REAL threat? they call LT Cameron. callsign? RAIDER

NOW. when baby comes home on leave he works at the family construction company ward owns, building giant beach houses for rich kooks. he eventually inherits cameron construction when ward gets too old to work and he helps ward retire bcs of the cash from being the most elite soldier in the US military. bae is tannnn bcs of construction work ofc, but also since being in the military he likes to go on runs and be in nature to clear his head. and yall alr know hes yatteddddd, both sleeves done by his boy at home on the cut, who happens to be a very talented tattoo artist (barry...)

strictly keeps a buzz for deployment but will grow out a mullet when hes home. signature gold chain is always on, and has a tat on his ring finger for you and maybe one on his forearm. does he have both ears pierced with fake diamond studs in? yes.

is currently in the blueprint stage for a beach house he wants to build you on figure 8 (and one in florida... and will probably start planning another one if he ends up having a long ship-out next deployment) even tho he despises rich fucks and is suchhhh a country boy. i mean hes like pogue!rafe but hes more of a mudding, dirt biking, bonfire, shotgunning beer, lifted truck, bar hop, football game kind of guy. and the most elite soldier in the US military ofc.

takes you on stargazing dates and fucks you in the truck bed, a big beach towel set down and his head in your neck while he ruts into you short and fast. occasionally gets into bar fights when some dick is tryna say sum to u. is such an ass man and will smack and grope that shit wheneverrrr whereverrrr - has zoned out of convos with people while feelin HIS booty up + loves to grip your pussy with his big ass paw when no one is looking.

has a super firm grip due to years of being a marine and WILL manhandle ur ass around - into various positions, onto the bed or couch or counter or etc., up over his shoulder when you gettin on his nerves. gets actually animalistic when yall fuckin, and yk that boy a munch. growls and grunts sooo loud the whole time.

will take you to the dock and fuck you on the family fishing boat. will christen any new bar yall go to by fucking you in the gross bathroom and carving both your initials in the wall with his pocket knife that ward gave him when he was 15. is kinky af but lets u bring it up bcs he feels awkward talking about it. is sooooo nasty - will eat his cum out of you with his whole mouth, eyes locked on yours, sucking your lips into his mouth. then, when it’s not enough, he drags you up to sit on his face and rubs your clit, watching you clench and letting his cum drip from you right onto his tongue.

will stick a thumb in your ass during doggy, while reaching for his phone bcs the way u throwin that ass back on him? yall bout to make another movie. loves watching you clean him up after round 5, when his dick is covered in his and your cum - will not let you miss a spot, even where it dripped down over his hefty balls to his ass. and he rarely shaves - uncut.

if it’s a hot day, he’ll turn the ac off and find you so he can lick the sweat off every crevice of your beautiful body while he’s fucking you over the counter. both of you completely butt naked bcs it’s hot. has a sweet tooth - will interrupt you while you’re baking and strip you, laying you on the counter like the dessert you are and eating the frosting off his favorite parts. get especially excited when it comes to sweets on your nipples.

honestly if that aint a FEASTTTT i dont know what issss

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dollfacewinston · 24 days ago

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Katsuki debuted as #4 hero. His reputation had far preceded him starting with the events of the civil war in his first year at Yueii. By the time you'd arrived to the school the following year, he was basically a celebrity. And, almost from the moment you'd arrived, you'd captured said celebrity's attention. Whether it was the strength of your quirk, your friendly nature, or the way nothing about his gruffness intimidated you; you'd utterly captivated Bakugou Katsuki. By the end of that year, it was clear to the student body that a true power couple had emerged from the hero course.

Post graduation, Katsuki's position in the rankings also created a different sort of pressure for everyone around him. Until Todoroki made it to number 2, there were questions swirling in the papers about who of Katsuki's class would challenge his rank. You and your friends had taken it all in stride, doing your best to be heroes in your own right, and of course Katsuki, all business as usual, hated even discussing tabloids and bullshit posted in articles.

When your group proved unflappable, the stories then turned their attention to Katsuki's personal life. His parent's entire careers had been published, their fashion house under scrutiny purely because it was successful. Those who sought to tear him down tried emphasizing that the privileges afforded him by his family had won him a spot in the top ten. No matter the evidence otherwise through rescue after rescue, there just seemed to be a niche of those who resented any and all top heroes. This, Katsuki assured you whenever you worried over it, was just another part of it. Nothing they said affected his work or the citizen's general faith in him. If anything, curiosity drove him up in the popularity ranks, where he hovered in the low 20s to mid 30s.

Katsuki's limit, however, was reached the moment a rumor about you reached his ears. He got snappish and aggressive with the reporter who dared bring you up. "What the hell are you talking about?! Watch your fuckin' mouth when you talk about my wife!" That clip had gone viral and weirdly brought up his approval as citizens swooned over Katsuki being such a 'dedicated husband' and defending your honor.

Never mind that you two weren't married yet.

It wasn't the proposal you'd been expecting, and you'd been fielding calls from your friends for the better part of an hour when Katsuki arrived home that night. He looked tired, his face fixed in a scowl as he set his gauntlets on the floor and took off his jacket. Before he could move, you did, kneeling down to undo the buckles on his boots. You held them while he stepped out of them, then set them neatly in the rack with the other shoes. When you stood, Katsuki had a puzzled expression on his face. "What was that all about?"

Suppressing a smile, you leaned up on your toes and without any hesitation, Katsuki met you in a sweet kiss. "I just missed you, that's all."

His brows drew closer and he grunted, but didn't question it. "I ordered takeout on the way. It should arrive soon," he let you know. You hummed, following behind as he walked to the kitchen. He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and cracked it open, drinking half in just a few swigs. "Seriously, what's the matter with you?" he asked when he caught you watching him.

"You called me your wife," you said, your voice soft despite your eager grin.

Any sign of irritation was wiped from his face, and his crimson eyes shone with something significant. They often did when he looked at you. "Saw that, did you?" he asked almost nonchalantly, though he was also biting back a grin. "Damn reporters work too fast." He set down his water bottle and walked closer, wrapping his arms around you. "You want your ring now, or later when I can ask you properly?"

His brazen manner could still catch your breath after years knowing him. You blinked as tears began stinging your eyes. "Now's fine," you said shakily.

It wasn't until he reached into his pocket that it hit you- really hit you- that Katsuki already had the ring. It wasn't just some flippant comment when he'd called you his wife. He was already planning on making you his. Feeling all too much, tears were rolling down your cheeks as Katsuki knelt down on the kitchen floor of your apartment. He opened the box, brandishing the ring in one hand as he took your left hand in the other. The first sign of nerves showed through his normally cocky exterior as his smile grew more earnest. "Y/N, you've been the best thing in my life for ages. I feel like I don't even know who I was before you. And I don't plan on finding out what life is like without you in it. So..." You almost expected him to demand that you marry him. Instead, he took a breath and looked right into your eyes as he said the fated words. "Will you marry me?"

You nodded. Maybe a bit too eagerly, before the words were fully out of his mouth. Katsuki's smile grew. "Yeah?" he asked, his voice gentle as his thumb swept back and forth over the back of your hand.

"Yes." It was out of your mouth and suddenly it was hard to stop. "Yes. Yes!" you cried happily, bouncing in place as you watched him take the ring out of the box. It was a good thing that he was holding your hand still, because you could feel yourself shaking. He slid it carefully onto your ring finger, then kissed the back of your hand once it was on. It fit perfectly, of course. The ring looked like it had been plucked right from a daydream. It was perfect, just how you'd always hoped your engagement ring would look.

And the man who put it there looked equally perfect as he stood, still not releasing your hand. The moment he was on his feet, you launched yourself fully into his arms, squeezing the daylights out of him as you wrapped your free arm across his shoulders. He caught you without a sound, used to your excitement, obviously pleased by it. You leaned up and captured his lips in a kiss, but you had to break it as you began to sob happily. Katsuki continued to hold you close, swaying back and forth as he finally dropped your hand so he could fully embrace you.

"So fuckin' glad you're mine."

#Bakugou Katsuki #imagine being his #i think my intros are a little long winded but i have so much fun writing them #bnha x reader #bakugou x reader #you bet your ass my name was written in before I changed it to y/n :P

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viloxity · 11 months ago

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Fluctuating Skies (Part 1 of 2) — Yandere! Sung Jinwoo x Female Reader

Part 2

Synopsis: The scenario where the Monarchs rule Earth and the Shadow Monarch finds you in the New World.

A/N: this is one of two parts (he’ll get more unhinged, don’t worry). additionally, this is cross posted on quotev under the same name (viloxity). Any and all feedback or comments are greatly appreciated!!!

You loved the sky.

The sky was beautiful, and perfect. It was never-ending; even when you stared until your eyes burned, you could never find the ending—or the beginning. You would stare, and stare, until you noticed the clouds. The way the clouds explored the skies’ vastness, steadily drifting towards their next unknown journey, gave you hope in this fickle world—a world where you were not sure if a tomorrow was guaranteed.

Each distortion that filled the skies—the skies you have started to despise—spelled an inevitable demise as humanity endured even worse losses. As you took exams at college, there were lines outside of hospitals. The day of your graduation, as you walked the confetti covered balcony, there were bodies lining graves—the A-rank dungeon break nearly flushed out a small city an hour away from you. That day, your supposed ‘celebration’ encompassed hesitant smiles and reluctant whispers that congratulated you on your success.

“At least we are still here.” You recalled a woman saying, scolding the looks on her family’s faces.

You looked at the sky, your tassel gently flowing with the motion of your head. Eventually, the monsters will take over this land. They will overwhelm humanity’s strongest fighters and wipe out the population in clusters. You could feel the anger pooling, then, at your helplessness. Average civilians were so weak, so useless. It hurt that you couldn’t even protect anyone, let alone yourself. Why, why were you born so weak—

Your emotions stilled at a cloud that slowly passed over the sun. Your heart was calm, beating slower.

Even when the world ends, the sky will remain unchanged—unchanged, vast, and still beautiful.

Then, the world ended.

You still remembered the day as if it were just yesterday, when the gates appeared—the roaring sounds oscillating across the entire country and its diameter devouring the peaceful summer sky. The action of itself was unjust—not because it triggered the apocalypse, but because it tied in a pacifist to the unyielding destruction of the entire world. There was a brief intermission between the gate openings and the flow of monsters; realization of the situation propelled Darwin’s theory of natural selection into motion. You were lucky to have broken out of your stupor, yelling out that everyone should run—maybe you saved some lives that day.

The screams were just as loud as the tremors that shook the earth once the rampage began. You could not focus on anything else but the shrieks, and the vile sounds of slicing of innocent faces you would now never get to meet in this lifetime. Once again, you were helpless to the world around you. No awakening, no power, no ability to do anything. The best you could do was silence your whimpers and hope it all stops.

Was your family okay? You thought as another scream fell silent. Where were they?

You looked at the sky for a miracle, but all you could see was that damned gate.

“Thank you.” The stranger’s trembling hands folded over the small bread bun, his eyes full of shame and gratitude.

You nodded, then smiled. “You can pick up water from the well just North of here.”

The man nodded his head, repeatedly murmuring ‘thank you’s’ with his voice growing hoarse as tears dripped down his eyes. He had not moved to start eating yet; you could feel his hesitance even after you gave him the bun. You nodded once more before making a swift exit. From a few meters away, you could distantly make out the sounds of biting and chewing.

Your heart felt content. It was warm, sometimes, but it was hard for the heat to linger long. It was hard to fan the flames in the first place; humanity had dispersed into fragments, with remnants of a sound society lost long ago. You also had not heard of a single word regarding your family, no matter how many villages you crossed or people you asked—you assumed them dead on the day of the Parade.

Yes, the day of the Parade. The day of the nightmare you wished to forget, the crossing of endless monstrosities, and the mark of the end of humanity. By some miracle, despite the constant onslaught of dragons and beasts crossing the gates, you lived. Back then, people agreed how fortunate you and others were to be able to hide—after all, if you didn’t hide, you ran. Yet, all you could feel was turmoil brewing within you.

Was it really something fortunate?

The people you loved; your family, friends, they were all gone. Your accomplishments, career, vanished the moment the gates flooded open. Back then, you were playing a game of ‘pretend’—those serene smiles and unsaid thoughts renounced the oncoming catastrophe as a tale of make-believe. You wanted to shout at the survivors that nothing was ‘fortunate’ anymore, that you all were apart of scrapped pages ripped from a fable that deemed your lives forfeit after its story reached the end. You were dirt on the ground, now; organic matter that existed as sustenance for better life forms.

Then, there was the sky. The sky you had loved and cherished deeply, was an entity that you blamed. It was the sky’s fault; something that symbolized tranquility and freedom was replaced as a symbol of the beginning of the end. Beautiful, were the bright explosions that blinded and wrecked cities. Vast, the lines of gates that it held. Limitless, the rows and rows of monsters it brought from within. No longer a constant variable in your life, it was something that reminded you of the day you lost everything.

At least, that’s what you thought back then.

There was more to life than you realized when you found the first village. You had trekked far from the city, and far from your home. You did not know where you were walking, and it looked fruitless based on the lack of your supplies. By a stroke of luck, a group came across you while you were slumped on the floor. They pitied you, offering to take you to their sanctuary—the last of humanity’s efforts to survive.

Upon arrival, you noticed the structure itself looked flimsy, with a handful of people walking through rubble and around deep holes in the ground. It also looked poorly built; houses were built from logs and leaves, with some looking as if they could fall over any moment. But, that didn’t matter—what mattered were the people. A person stood in the middle of the village; you could only make out his shouts and pointing in different directions to assume he was the leader of the village. You watched as men moved to build another house, the same poorly structured house, as others ran away to seemingly get supplies. The women occupied their time by cooking and playing with the children, and you nearly cried at how carefree the children looked.

Despite everyone’s losses, they still moved on. You all were specks of dirt in the ground, but together—as soil—you could erode even the hardest of rocks.

You stopped momentarily, turning behind a piece of wooden wall that was left from a now-destroyed-shed. You peeked around the corner, seeing the man feast on the tiny bun. Good, he was eating. You originally volunteered to assist outsiders, thus had been handing out bread buns the entire day to lone scavengers roaming the outskirts. Although you could no longer take care of your family like you used to, at least you can try to ensure the nourishment of others.

You sighed, relief sifting down your body. You shifted through your bag, feeling the weight of a singular item. You had one more piece left, meaning your work wasn’t over, but you had exhausted nearly the entire outskirts. Perhaps you should take another lap around again—

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw what looked to be a dark, blackened figure. It reminded you of the black spots you would get when you were dizzy or fatigued, so you turned your head for a better view.

There was… nothing. Everything was dark, covered by a half-broken roof and the rapid growth of moss and vines. You felt as if… something was staring at you. It was like a sharp pinch, as if there was a pair of eyes piercing like a needle into your soul. At the same time, you felt tired; enough so that if you were to close your eyes right now, you were sure the abyss would greet you in response.

Your eyes swept the shed, noticing a faintly drawn outline that was swaying within the void of darkness. You made contact with a pair of dimmed gray hues, its stare so bold and cold that a shiver quaked through your body. It was tempting to conclude that it was just some illusion, some petty trick on your mind so that the pill was easier to swallow. The longer you stared into the gray depths, the more you couldn’t look away.

What was this feeling?

It was not only that you felt your heart pump strenuously, but the surreality of your condition. You felt and heard your heart pump simultaneously with the feeling of adrenaline hitting your bloodstream. Your arms and legs tensed out of instinct, causing you to wince as your muscle fibers moved and pulled across your bones. The several cracks under the soles of your feet trembled slightly, as if matching your fear.

You wanted to look away so badly. You are too entranced now; a rabbit trapped under sharp claws as the wolf stared down its prey.

Please, please, please, look away.

No, this feeling—

You are remembering that day again. God, why even remember now?

It must be a coincidence—but it couldn’t be. It feels so much like…

Like…

Like those beasts.

Those beasts that walked where the sun did not follow.

They appeared in shaky and inky black forms. They would appear, and whatever they would do, would always result in a calamity. You heard the most screams from them, always.

“I’m paralyzed.” You thought, realization sinking in.

Is this the end?

Then, a sigh.

A deep, long, aired out sigh.

In an instant, all the pressure building within your frame vanished. The tension on your sarcomeres lessened, like a weight slowly floating off your shoulders. As the rush dissipated, you are left with trembling hands and shaky legs. Your senses came back to you, one by one.

Your head shot up, fearful eyes meeting wary ones. You see a figure, now—which looked to be a man—but it was odd. His frame was fluctuating between reality and obscurity, like he was struggling to pick the right balance of tenebrosity or to succumb entirely to the veil of night. His stare engraved holes into you; it was lucky that you hadn’t deflated into a balloon, most likely due to the restraint on his aura.

Aura… his sheer presence is powerful enough to knock you unconscious, that much you could tell.

To be truthful, you were clueless as to his actual thoughts. Initially, his presence was concealed—only emitting essence that you now thought was a warning. Maybe you pushed a button or two, seeing as he actually appeared in front of you. If anything, you were slightly grateful to know that you weren’t entirely crazy and that there was an actual person in the shed. However, you couldn’t read his expression at all; firstly because he wasn’t conveying anything, and secondly because you were too scared to try.

Neither of you moved; the shock having knocked the breath out of you and the stranger seemingly studying you.

Then,

“Go home.”

His voice was deep, so low in octave you imagined the sound waves still bouncing around your ear drums. In any other situation, it would’ve soothed you, as you envisioned singing lullabies or the humming of baritone tunes.

But, you also weren’t stupid. The man’s wording was specific—a demand. In a sense, he was a king; a ruler who offers you mercy after finding you in contempt of the sovereign because you tried stepping on his land. Unconsciously, your legs moved, recognizing that the lord gave you permission to leave—words your being waited on with bated breath to live another day.

So, you ran, not realizing that you dropped your bag of items, nor the growing smile on the stranger’s face.

That man, he never left your mind.

Somber gray eyes, and a complexion that rivaled Greek gods. His hair was as dark as the shadows devoured under his silhouette. He was more than ordinary, representative of a being that practices and deals in absolute power. There were only a handful of people who were gifted with abilities like that, back when the very first gates opened.

Right, now you remembered—they were called hunters. Hunters were classified into different rankings, all the way to S-rank and even national level hunters. To be a hunter, you were granted a certain seed of power.

If he were to be like anything else back then, could he have been a hunter? An S-class, even?

It was rare to come across ‘hunters’ anymore, the label long disbanding alongside the association that coined the term. When they appeared, it was considered a bad omen. Either they were chased by the Monarchs of the New World (for the risk they held) or isolated by the unawakened out of fear. Perhaps, the man was the last of the hunters—of the humans who could fight back at all.

Either way, you wanted to see him again. The more reflecting you did, the more you registered his seclusion; he is far, far from the remnants of civilization.

Regardless of the fear you felt, or the possibility of death, he was still human. He was someone who lost everything, just like you and everyone else.

The destination was a long and grueling walk from the current village you stayed at. Passing by outlanders, you gave out food and supplies as normal, while steadily making your way towards the shed.

Would he still be there? It was hard to say. Most remaining hunters were known to be nomads; staying in one place for longer than a day was like shooting fish in a barrel for their next enemy. You were not sure if he was a hunter in the first place, too—it was your latest profound superstition to be proven by whatever little luck you had left. As you treaded further, the familiarity of your surroundings fill you with perpetual dread. You began to second-guess your courage to embark on this trip in the first place, thoughts clouded and eventually drowned out by faint whispers inside decaying wooden walls. The moment your final step reached the broken shelter a hush filled the air, the shed girdling the edge of the forest encompassed by a heavy silence.

“Hello?” You called out to no one in particular.

You nearly surprised yourself with the surge of bravery to make out your greeting. You peeked into the shed, hands waving through vines. There was no one around the entrance, despite you hearing multiple voices.

Odd.

You weaved through a few cracks in the floorboard before being greeted by gray eyes. You jumped, obviously, because you did not expect him to be in such close proximity to you. He was a till a few feet away, but you could have never spotted him if he chose to sit closer to the wall. He was indeed discernible now, sitting under a small stream of light gifted by the sun. His shadow dragged along the box he sat atop of, sinking behind its crevices before pushing itself onto the wall and absorbing its shade. In any other universe, you would’ve described it as strange. In this case, you thought it supported how outlandish—and isolated—he must be.

“You’re back, what a surprise,” The man said, expression clearly detached. “I thought I scared you off.”

This was going to be difficult.

“Right. I was, but I thought it would be better to introduce myself since we got off on the wrong foot—“

A half truth, but you were also cautious.

“—my name is Y/N.”

He was burning holes into you again—the stare wasn’t any less discomforting than the previous time. His silence, too, was deafening. A sudden urge to scream to at least get a reaction out of him rose within you, but you quickly simmered it out.

The stranger’s eyes narrowed slightly as he let out a faint hum.

You winced. “I wanted to give you something that I couldn’t last time.”

You quickly plucked out a wrapped item, hastily tearing through the covering to reveal a bread bun. You weren’t able to catch a glimpse of his face, opting to shift the bread onto an elevated surface so he wouldn’t be incentivized to lunge at you.

“I hope that this helps you, even if it isn’t a whole lot.” You said, nervously picking your cuticles.

The silence was very, VERY heavy, and—can he please say something?

You looked up and caught the man’s wide eyed, dazed state as his eyes lingered on the bread. It reminded you of a skeptical stray cat at a crossroads when offered an open-hand. The man’s eyes met yours, then, and all you could think was how much better he looked without baring his teeth at you.

“You’re funny.” He dryly chuckled, faint smile betraying his nonchalance.

You offered a small smile, blissfully unaware of his next few words.

“I’m Jinwoo.”

And,

“See you tomorrow?”

“Are you a hunter, Jinwoo?” You asked after placing down the wrapped bread.

You wanted to use his name in some way, lest you forget it or say it wrong. It was ironic you carried over some of your social habits after the end of the world, like a puppy you once fed.

“You could say that,” Jinwoo replied simply.

“Could?” You echoed.

He must’ve noticed your frown, adding, “Not like it matters now.”

He had a point; the name lost its meaning awhile ago. Still, you were ruffled by his restrained disposition. Surely, the label still had meaning to him.

…No, that was an unfair presumption. Jinwoo knows his own memories and emotions better than everyone, especially you. Besides, it wasn’t worth arguing the semantics on the basis of mere suspicion.

Thus, you decided to let it go.

Ah, that reminded you—he never told you his last name.

“You don’t have family?”

“I did.”

You perked up. “…You lost them, too?”

Jinwoo closed his eyes, licking his lips. “Because of the Tragedy, yes, if that’s what you’re asking.”

Then, he squinted his eyes curiously. “I’m more interested in your story.”

You coughed suddenly, shocked by his gravitation towards you. Maybe it was because all you had to offer was bread and stories, or because you never took the chance to settle with your memories, but you felt compelled to talk.

And talk, you did.

Jinwoo was an excellent listener; he was levelheaded and passive, allowing you to just… talk, and talk, and talk (with a tendency to sigh or huff as remarks). You were spilling your family’s entire life story, grasping this fact in the middle of talking about your sister’s fiancé’s secret affair, but you found that you didn’t care. If you weren’t able to come to terms with your family’s passing before this, perhaps someone else can remember in your stead.

Did he care to remember every single detail, anyway? Probably not.

“Hold on—I lost track of the time. Crap, it’s getting dark.” You said, rushing to readjust your cloak. If you started the walk now, you might make it before it’s fully dark.

“It’s rather late, it wouldn’t be safe for you to leave.” Jinwoo said, rough voice clipping louder than your hurried shuffling.

“Did you like my stories that much?” You joked.

You waited a few beats of silence. “Sorry, bad joke; I wouldn’t have any place to sleep if I stayed, anyway.”

The shed violently shook at the end of your sentence, causing your heart to lurch in your chest. You latched onto the metal pole next to you, clutching tightly as you waited for the shaking to cease. Within seconds, Jinwoo was next to you, gently but firmly holding your arm; in moments, the quaking stopped.

“Must’ve been an earthquake.” Jinwoo noted, tone and expression laced with unconventional serenity.

Your quivering hadn’t stopped after the vibrations ceased. In fact, it increased exponentially because you were still trying to comprehend the glimpse of Jinwoo’s vibrant, deep purple eyes etched with absolute unadulterated fury.

You were deluded, you thought quickly as your breathing hastened. You were tired, surely.

“I should go home.”

His breathing stilled.

“Don’t forget about me tomorrow,” Jinwoo said, sounding strangely hollow as his iron grip slowly released you.

Once again, you ran away from his grasp.

#sung jinwoo x reader #sung jin-woo x reader #sung jin woo x reader #solo leveling x reader #yandere sung jinwoo #yandere sung jinwoo x reader #Yandere sung Jin-woo x reader #Yandere solo leveling #Yandere solo leveling x reader #yandere #yandere sung Jin woo x reader #yandere x reader #Jinwoo sung x reader #yandere jinwoo sung x reader #Yandere jinwoo sung #sung jinwoo #sung jin-woo

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terrible-my-hero-academia-aus · 11 months ago

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An AU Where...

A recently graduated Midoriya took All Mights' advice and became a police officer working under Detective Tsukauchi. He's massively successful to the point that his co-workers joke he's their station's personal on-call hero.

A reporter misunderstands a statement made by one of his colleagues after his capture of Stain and writes an article about this up and coming hero! Who might just make it to the top 30!

Izuku wants to hide in a box

His station loses their shit. Especially when they jokingly submit his arrest records to the paper, only for another article to be released, arguing that with his statistics, Endeavor should be a rank lower.

Endeavor loses his shit

A page is started to compare Midoriya's ongoing statistics to those of the current ranking pro heros.

Aizawa wonders how he managed to dodge getting this problem child in his class. Little does he know it's because The Principal got there first.

A recently graduated Shoto loses his shit as social media begins to make meme after meme of his father, as the gap between Endeavor's records and this unknown police officer's get smaller and smaller.

AKA the AU where Detective Tsukauchi is a proud father to a baby officer with anxiety issues who can and will fuck you up. Midoriya has the power of Nezu and 4am quirk analysis on his side.

Personal headcanons for this AU:

Tsukauchi is quirkless, he's just that good at reading body language that people assume he has a quirk.

All Might suggested being an officer not because he thought Midoriya couldn't be a hero, but because he knew just how damn successful Tsukauchi is as one.

All Might is the cool uncle who brings the station snacks after his patrol.

Midoriya works with Nezu and Hatsume to make AFO his very own ✨Quirk erasing bullet✨ All Might is gonna retire in peace if it's the last thing he does.

Bakugo went through his redemption arc during his time at UA and doesn't know whether to laugh or cry as his childhood friend inches closer to the 2nd spot on the hero ranks. He ends up laughing because screw Endeavor.

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #terriblebnhaaus #boku no hero memes #bnha au #bnha memes #my hero academy #boku no hero headcannons #mha headcanons #bnha midoriya #izuku midoriya

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red-riot-unbreakable-heart · 11 days 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!

I Want You To Want Me | 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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Friends From Here

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Pairing: (platonic) Tim Bradford x fem!MP!Chen!reader (r implied to be Lucy's twin)

Summary: When you return to the States, Tim Bradford confuses you for your sister Lucy. That night, you realize why he seemed so familiar and gain a new friend.

Warnings: platonic relationship but allusions to future romance, fluff!

Word Count: 1.7k+ words

A/N: While it is implied that r and Lucy are twins, this can be read as sisters, half-sisters, or an adopted sister that happens to look similar to Lucy! I tried to keep it somewhat inclusive so there are no physical descriptions for r other than Tim thinking r was Lucy from the back!

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It has been far too long since you saw your sister Lucy. You joined the Army immediately out of high school and have worked through the ranks since then. Now, you’re an officer with the Military Police. Though you may never know, your determination and success are part of why Lucy became a cop.

Your phone rings as you wait for your plane back to the States. Lucy’s picture on your screen makes you smile, but you answer it quickly.

“Hi!” Lucy exclaims when the line connects. “Are you busy?”

You glance at the boarding screen above you and see you have fifteen minutes to spare.

“No, I’ve got time. What’s up?” you reply.

“I’ve got good news! I’m getting short sleeves!”

“Lucy, congratulations! I’m so proud of you.”

“Thank you! I wish you were here so we could celebrate together. Have you heard anything about when your next leave is?”

“I wish I was there too, but we’re so busy here that I haven’t even had time to ask.”

“Okay,” Lucy says. She’s trying to sound as excited as before but doesn’t quite manage it.

“I’m sorry, Lucy.”

“No, I understand. I just…”

“Miss me?” you tease. “Because I’m the best sister and friend you’ll ever have, and I’m just so amazing and smart that you-“

“Stop,” Lucy begs through her laughter. “I have to go before my TO yells at me, but I really miss you. Talk soon?”

“Super soon,” you promise. “I love you, Lucy, and congratulations again.”

“I love you too,” Lucy replies before the line ends.

The landing in Los Angeles is smooth, but you barely look around as you secure a car and head for the Mid-Wilshire police station. You changed out of your uniform at the airport, but you have to see Lucy before you can do anything else. The man at the front desk tells you to wait, and he’ll find your sister for you. With your back to the desk, you check your phone to get caught up on what you missed during the flight.

“Chen!” someone yells behind you. “Why aren’t you in uniform?”

“Excuse me?” you ask as you turn to face the officer. Your brows raise when you realize he’s attractive, but his attitude keeps you from enjoying it for long.

“Just because you graduated to short sleeves doesn’t mean you can come and go as you please, boot,” he adds.

You desperately want to laugh because you don’t think you and Lucy look that much alike, even though you’ve heard it all your lives. Rather than laugh, however, you decide to play along with Officer Bradford.

“It means something,” you argue.

“You’re on the clock, boot-“

“Bradford?” Lucy asks behind him. “Is everything okay?”

You press your lips together at the shock on his face. His brows furrow as he looks at you, and then he turns slowly. When he moves, Lucy sees you standing before him and nearly shoves him out of the way to hug you. You happily wrap your arms around her and say hello but level your gaze on Bradford, who you think owes your sister an apology.

“Sorry about that,” he mumbles. “So, you’re…”

“My sister,” Lucy answers.

“I’ll give you two a minute,” Tim says. “Sorry again.”

“You look so good in your short sleeves!” you cheer once he’s gone.

“I feel so good in them!” Lucy agrees.

“Have you told Mom?”

“I’m going to tonight over dinner. Does she know you’re back?”

“No,” you answer with a laugh. “I didn’t tell her anything.”

“How long are you here? Can you come to dinner tonight?”

“I can come to dinner tonight and I’ll tell you everything after dinner, how’s that? I mean, you are on the clock, boot.”

Lucy laughs at your impression of Tim before she hugs you and invites you to stay in her apartment. You gladly accept, but as you exit the station, you wonder why Tim Bradford’s voice and attitude seem so familiar.

The door slams as your mom storms out after belittling Lucy over her success. You reach across the counter and take Lucy’s hand to keep her calm.

“Lucy let’s get out of here,” you suggest. “We’ll celebrate the way you deserve to be celebrated.”

“Was she like this with you?” Lucy asks weakly.

“I was on the other side of the country, then the world,” you remind her with a shrug. “She didn’t take my calls the first few months, but eventually she started calling me. Mom is… you know Mom.”

Lucy nods and hands you the keys to her car.

“Yeah, let’s go party, sis!” you cheer. “Short sleeves!”

“Wait, why did I give you the keys? You don’t know where to go,” Lucy remembers.

“Party!” you yell over your shoulder as you lead her out of the apartment.

“What do you want?” you ask Lucy as you stand.

“Surprise me,” she replies happily.

You nod and tap the back of your chair as you walk away. At the bar, you see someone you recognize. You aren’t sure how you didn’t remember him sooner.

“Sergeant Bradford,” you greet. “You know, I took credit for you leaving the Army.”

“Chen,” he replies. “That’s why your sister looked so familiar. And I didn’t leave because of you.”

“Really? Because I’m the last soldier you gave orders too. Explain that.”

Tim shakes his head, but his lips quirk into a small smile at your teasing.

“You were actually my favorite Sergeant I met. The rest of them seemed to think that I was incompetent.”

“Did you talk back to them?” Tim asks. When you don’t answer, he replies, “I thought so.”

“I’m here to celebrate my sister graduating to short sleeves, but…” you pause and pull a napkin toward you to write your number on. “We should talk. When you know who I am and don’t call me boot.”

Tim takes the offered napkin and nods. “Sure.”

You wink at him as you pick up your drink and Lucy’s. When you return to the table, you forget about Sergeant Bradford for the night, but he doesn’t forget about you.

Several hours later, you steer Lucy to her bed and promise her you’ll still be there in the morning. Once she’s asleep, you collapse against the couch and take a deep breath. You’ve been back in Los Angeles for less than a day and are exhausted. Your phone buzzes, and you scroll through your notifications until a text stops you.

Breakfast tomorrow? I’ll remember your name this time. -TB

You reply that you’d like that and suggest a restaurant nearby. Back in town with your sister, a new station, and a breakfast ‘date’ with Tim makes falling asleep with a smile easy.

Before you leave, you text Lucy where you’ll be and leave her a note with a promise to bring her food. You don’t mention who you are meeting, but you have much more to tell her when you return.

“Good morning,” you greet as you join Tim in a booth.

“Morning,” he replies. “How was your first night back?”

“How’d you know I just got back?”

“Your sister talks a lot.”

You nod knowingly before a waitress arrives and takes your order. After she leaves, you lean back in the seat.

“I think we should try to be friends,” Tim says.

“You make it sound like you could fail,” you reply. “Why don’t we just say we’ll be friends?”

“Then, I think we should be friends. Unless you’re leaving? Just… I think it would be nice to have a friend who understands what we’ve been through.”

“Lucy made it sound like you were a cold, un-friend-able grump. But I should warn you, if you really want to be friends with me, I’ll be the best friend you’ve ever had and you won’t be able to ditch me.”

“I think I can handle that,” Tim assures. “But you didn’t answer my question about leaving.”

“Let me tell my sister the big news and then I’ll tell you, deal?”

“Deal.”

“Also, as my friend, I hope you’re prepared to pay for my breakfast,” you say as your food arrives. “Because I have to buy Lucy a celebration breakfast and confetti pancakes have gotten more expensive since I was here last.”

“Sure,” Tim answers with a laugh. “What else are friends for?”

“You should come back to Lucy’s apartment with me. Big news is for friends, too.”

When you walk into Lucy’s apartment with Tim, you’re not surprised that she’s still in her room. You knock before entering and tell her that you’ve got breakfast and company. She smells the pancakes and rushes to wake up and get ready.

“Tim?” she questions as she enters the living area.

“He’s here as my friend and he’s going to be nice to you. Right, Tim?” you ask.

“Right. We’re celebrating your short sleeves. Yay!” Tim cheers sarcastically.

“You’re the one who kept me in long sleeves,” Lucy accuses.

“He threatened to make me clean the latrines the first time we met,” you say. “I think it’s part of his charm.”

“Sure,” Lucy agrees, unconvinced. “Confetti pancakes are for very good news.”

“You did something amazing, Lucy. You’ve got your dream job and you’re moving up; that deserves celebration,” you point out.

“And…”

“And,” you begin. “I’m staying in the states. I am now working in domestic investigations.”

“You’re an MP?” Tim asks as Lucy jumps to hug you and shouts, “Yes!”

“I am,” you tell Tim. “Have been for a few years now. I was working overseas, traveling constantly, so when a domestic position opened, I jumped at it.”

“The sisters are back!” Lucy cheers. “This definitely deserves pancakes.”

“Told you,” you tease her.

“Would you have said yes if you weren’t staying?” Tim inquires as you slide a pancake toward him.

“Yes to what?” Lucy asks around her fork.

“To being friends,” Tim rushes to explain. “Not a date or anything.”

“I would have told you that I wasn’t staying long, but we could’ve been friends from anywhere, Tim,” you say.

“But you would not have gotten the weekly phone call,” Lucy adds. “That was mine.”

“No more weekly phone calls now. The furthest I’ll go is DC and it’ll only be for a few days at a time. Now I just have to get a place to live.”

“Live here with me!” Lucy suggests excitedly. “I have a spare room.”

You look at Tim, and he shrugs. “I’ve never had a friend live close by, don’t look at me.”

“Oh, I have so much to teach you,” you muse.

“Which you can do from here,” Lucy points out.

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sailorjojogames · 8 months ago

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NEW CHALLENGE

THE SIMS 4: BARBIE Decades Challenge!

As an aspiring Barbie connoisseur, it gives me great JOY to present this challenge , HUGELY inspired by @sim-himbo Barbie Legacy Challenge and @liyaahgee Urban Barbie Legacy

Barbie has been around since 1959 till now ( 7 generations ) , And adding decades and Barbie lore to the Sims 4 as a challenge would be fun!

Please let me know if you have any suggestions or questions . I would love to hear from fellow Barbie connoisseur ❤ Feel free to tag me @sailorjojogames and use #barbie decades challenge #BarbieDecadesChallenge, I want to see your gameplay ❀ Hope you enjoy this as much as I do x .

All heirs must be named Barbie - optional for generation seven (non-heir children may have any name expect when classified )

You may use the freerealestatecheat for your first house, but try not to use money cheats after that!

You are allowed and encouraged to use lot traits and reward traits to boost skill gain, anything that’s in-game is fair game.

Must refer to Barbie dolls and history - Barbies By Year - Toy Sisters and dress up according to decade.

Must have a pet/pets in each generation.

You are encouraged to use mods - mods needed would be stated.

The race , colour, gender and pronouns of Barbie/Ken/siblings/cousin/friends - DOES NOT MATTER or have to be accurate to THE Barbie lore .

There are other generation ideas for ***generation 2, 4, 5 and 6 at the end, to pick and choose . Enjoy x.

Packs you will need:

EPs: Get To Work, Get Together , City Living, Cats & Dogs, Get Famous, Island Living, High School Years, University, Horse Ranch

GPs: Spa Day*, Parenthood

Optional packs:

Strangerville

*You only need Spa Day for the High Maintenance trait in one of the generations and nothing else, so it’s fine to skip out on it.

Useful tips, links and Barbie Lore and gameplay ideas in this

🎀 🌸google doc 🌸🎀

🎀🌸watch video🌸🎀

Based on the 60's - Classic barbie from 1959

Complete Successful Lineage aspiration

Max Parenting , Cooking and Baking skills

Must have Family-Oriented , Neat and Foodie traits

Must Have 5 children called Barbie Millicent Roberts, Skipper, Stacie, Chelsea/ Kelly and Krissy (if you have twins - called them Todd and Tutti)

***Based on the 70's - Superstar barbie and Malibu Barbie

Complete Master Actress aspiration

Max Acting , Dancing and Singing skills

Must have High Maintenance and Dance Machine traits

Max Actor Career

Must reach at least Proper Celebrity status

Must have a secret affair with a fellow Actor! 🌶

Have a Beach home in Sulani

Have only 2 children - Barbie and Skipper

Optional

Complete the Party animal aspiration -to fit the disco vibes in the 70's

Based on the 80's - Day to night Barbie, Peaches 'n cream and Great shape barbie.

Complete Fabulously Wealthy aspiration

Max Charisma and Logic skills

Max Business career (Investor branch)

Must have Ambitious , Romantic and Non-committal traits

Must reach at least Proper Celebrity status

Have 3 children- Barbie, Skipper and Stacie (does not have to be from the same partner 🌶)

Optional

Be a serial lover (Serial Romantic aspiration) 🌶

Own a Business venue - Use @littlemssam LittleMsSam Mod buyable venues

***Based on the 90's - totally hair barbie, Hawaii fun, magical hair barbie and jewel hair mermaid barbie

Must live in Sulani

Complete Beach Life aspiration

Max Conservationist career (Marine Biologist branch)

Become a mermaid

Max Fitness skills

Must have Child of the Ocean trait

Have 4 children (non-mermaids)- Barbie, Skipper, Stacie and Kelly

Optional

Use The Expanded Mermaid mod by @sp-creates - Max Mermaid Ranks and XP

***Based on 00's - myscenes. Playing as a teen along with generation 4 or can move out as a teen.

Complete Admired Icon teen aspiration

Must graduate High school and have a Prom

Must have a big group of friends - 8-10 sims . Make a club and always hang out with these friend. 🌶 add drama by messing around with the cuties in the group

Must have Creative and Insider traits

Carry onto University...

get into university with the same friend group

Complete Leader of the Pack aspiration

Max Photography and Painting skills

Must complete an art related degree and live on campus

Max Style Influencer Career (Trendsetter Branch)

Get married to one of the friends in the group

Each member of the friend group must have a PET

***Based on the 2010s due to all the unhinged pets playsets that come out during that time and the Farm vet barbie and the Vet barbie .

Complete Friend of the Animals aspiration

Max Veterinarian skill

Run a 5-star vet clinic

Have at least 3 pets - a dog (Taffy) , a cat (Blissa) and a horse (Tawny) and be good friends with all of them

Must have either Cat Lover and Dog Lover trait or Animal Enthusiast trait ( or all of them )

Have a Farm with chickens, mini sheep , mini goats, llamas, cows and horses. (optional - collect all the fish, insects, frogs and axolotls)

Based on the 2020's - inspired by Kamala Harris , presidential candidate barbie and 2023 barbie the movie barbie president

Complete Mansion Baron aspiration

Max Politician career (Politician branch)

Max Charisma skill

Must have Cheerful , Good and Self-Assured traits

Optional

Have a child called Ken

You can stop here , this is according to how long Barbie has existed… The next few generations are not compulsory .

Inspired by 1992/1993 stars ‘n stripes army Barbie

Must live in Strangerville

Complete Strangerville Mystery aspiration

Max Logic and Charisma skills

Max Military career (Either branch)

Must have Erratic and Active traits

Year 3000 inspired by Astronaut barbie and space goddess

Complete Nerd Brain aspiration

Max Astronaut career (Either branch)

Max Robotics and Rocket Science skills

Go to SIXAM at least once and bring a souvenir

Must have Genius and Overachiever traits

Be abducted by Aliens at least once

Fall in love and Marry an Alien

Have a Servo as a family member / Butler

Make your dream Barbie.

Complete at least 2 child aspirations

Complete at least 2 teen aspirations

Complete Renaissance Sim AND Academic aspirations

Max 10 skills

Have 12 or more traits

Graduate from college

Reach the top of any career

Have a house worth 1 Million Simoleons

***Other generation ideas to swap with…

Swap Generation two 70’s movie star barbie with this. Based on the 70's - Superstar barbie and Malibu Barbie

Complete World Famous Celebrity aspiration

Max Dancing and Singing skills

Max skill in at least 2 instruments

Max Entertainer career (Musician branch)

Must have Music Lover trait

Must reach at least Proper Celebrity status

Have a Beach home in Sulani

Have only 2 children - Barbie and Skipper

Optional

Complete the Party animal aspiration -to fit the disco vibes in the 70's

Must have a secret affair with a fellow celebrity ! 🌶

Swap Generation 4 90's sea pearl barbie with this.

Inspired by western stampin' and all the horses that came out in the 90's

Complete Championship Rider aspiration

Max Riding skill

Must make all money from gardening, farming, wine making, etc. No day job!

Must own a horse and have it max every skill

Must have Animal Enthusiast and Rancher traits

Swap for generation five 00s my friends- inspired by Cali girl barbie, city style barbie and fashion fever barbie

Complete Leader of the Pack aspiration

Max Photography and Painting skills

Max Style Influencer Career ( Trendsetter Branch )

Must have Creative and Insider traits

Must have a big group of friends - 8-10 -make a club and always hang out with these friends.

Name children -Barbie, Stacie Kelly and Krissy

Optional

Complete the Beach life aspiration

Date or have an affair with a Prince 🌶

Can use the World famous stylist mod by kiarasims4mod or any model related mod

Swap Generation six 2010s pet vet barbie - Inspired by the show barbie dreamhouse adventurous and barbie vlogs

Complete Friends of the World aspiration

Max Social Media career (Internet Personality branch)

Max Media production and Singing skills

Must reach at least Proper Celebrity status

Must have Cheerful and Outgoing traits

Optional Max social media star aspiration by kiarasims4mod

🎀🌸A huge thank you to @sim-himbo and @liyaahgee for the inspiration for this challenge! 🌸🎀

More Generations ideas and Barbie Challenges

Barbie Legacy Challenge

Urban Barbie Legacy

@sea-cross Barbie CAS Challenge

🌳 // Tumblr // Tiktok // Instagram // Twitter // Twitch // Youtube

Gallery @sailorjojosims 🌸🌸Barbie Month 🌸🌸

#barbie decades challenge #BarbieDecadesChallenge #thesims4 #ts4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 legacy challenge #sims 4 decades challenge #sims 4 legacy #sims 4 challenge #the sims 4 decades challenge #sailorjojo #barbiemonth #the sims community #sims 4 #sims #sims 4 gameplay

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tennis-kittens · 4 months ago

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Vamos, Rafa !

As you get ready to graduate from tennis, I’ve got a few things to share before I maybe get emotional.

Let’s start with the obvious: you beat me – a lot. More than I managed to beat you. You challenged me in ways no one else could.

On clay, it felt like I was stepping into your backyard, and you made me work harder than I ever thought I could just to hold my ground. You made me reimagine my game – even going so far as to change the size of my racquet head, hoping for any edge.

And you know what, Rafa, you made me enjoy the game even more.

OK maybe not at first. After the 2004 Australian Open, I achieved the #1 ranking for the first time. I thought I was on top of the world. And I was – until two months later, when you walked on the court in Miami in your red sleeveless shirt, showing off those biceps, and you beat me convincingly. All that buzz I’d been hearing about you – about this amazing young player from Mallorca, a generational talent, probably going to win a major someday – it wasn’t just hype.

We were both at the start of our journey and it’s one we ended up taking together. Twenty years later, Rafa, I have to say: What an incredible run you’ve had. Including the 14 French Opens – historic! You made Spain proud… you made the whole tennis world proud.

I keep thinking about the memories we’ve shared. Promoting the sport together. Playing that match on half-grass, half clay. Breaking the all-time attendance record by playing in front of more than 50,000 fans in Cape Town, South Africa. Always cracking each other up.

I’m still grateful you invited me to Mallorca to help launch the Rafa Nadal Academy in 2016. Actually, I kind of invited myself. I knew you were too polite to insist on me being there but I didn’t want to miss it.

And then there was London – the Laver Cup in 2022. My final match. It meant everything to me that you were there by my side – not as my rival but as my doubles partner. Sharing the court with you that night, and sharing those tears, will forever be one of the most special moments of my career.

Rafa, I know you’re focused on the last stretch of your epic career. We will take when it’s done. For now, I just want to congratulate your family and team, who all played a massive role in your success. And I want you to know that your old friend is always cheering for you, and will be cheering just as loud for everything you do next.

Rafa that!

Best always, your fan,

Roger Federer

#Merry Christmas Cass 🎄❤️#i hope the tennis dads will make you as happy as they make me #i would like to thank Roger for doing 90% of the work for me #i feel like all these years of making fedal gifs led to this moment #i miss them so much #roger federer #rafael nadal #fedal

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mitsua · 2 months ago

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warnings: few people being rude with reader, love obsession mentions

reader's gn

you were in need of a job, a job related with the kitchen, your greatest love ever since you learnt how to make the basics from your direct family.

they'd inspired you and helped you pursue your dream to become a cheff. you graduated from a pretigious university with the help of a scholarship that you managed to sustain sacrificing some relations in the way. not that it really mattered to you—you now needed a job.

as if the universe heard you, as you walked your way to your small department, you read a flyer requesting people with high knowledge in kitchen, either cooks or waiters/waitress. it was emitted by a three-star-michelin-ranked restaurant at your city's heart.

this would be your greatest opportunity to shine right away!

you applied for a cheff position, managed to pull off everything you knew perfectly fitting the restaurant's strict conditions and overwhelmingly severe environment.

it was difficult to adjust, first—by your schedule changing drastically as some days you'd have to stay longer than expected—then, because of the harsh politics to do not miss any piece of the uniform any time you were working, you had to be spotless and use gloves while plating certain dishes or washing your hands as soon as you touched a vegetable to grab another.

but as your passion for cooking could only grow wider, everyone around you seemed to respect and slowly you made a name of yourself—as an equal of the main cheff but maybe a little bit more compassionate—some coworkers would tell you.

you never really asked about him, you were focused solely in completing flawlessly with your daily routine and as you reached your first year working there, you were free to experiment and create new dishes you seemed suit to the restaurant's theme.

nonetheless, Ender, had unequivocally heard about you, and even if he couldn't be as present as he wanted to because of the many events he was invited to attend in different countries—he did his best to know at least a little about each and every one of his employees.

'how ever could his restaurant reach that recognition if he couldn't form the perfect team for success?'

that's how he found himself enamoured by you, your hard work had gained countless of new regulars which surely were worth the headaches by some encounters some waiters have had from their rude behaviours, 'how did you handle them so well?' 'how could you see your companions best working conditions and abilities to exploit them just as well as you could?'

even if he surely tried his best sometimes to get along with some costumers—if someone ever dared to judge his cooking—he'd send them straight out of his restaurant.

about his teammates... that's one of the things about being alone that he was mostly happy with now that he'd reached the highest ranking out there as a cheff—he didn't have to deal with annoying people who could only intervine with his impeccable work.

yes, he had to form the dream team of the restaurant by himself, but he didn't need to speak with those people directly, he only read about their qualities and pair them up as he seemed fit.

until his curiosity won the best of him and decided to pay a visit to meet you, specifically.

once he sees your sweet smile while teaching a new recruite how to take care of the pans and pots properly, when you were smiling while hearing complaints straight to your face—apologizing and coming back with an improvement in the dish some dickhead ordered—he'd get in a trance.

𐂐 he could now only think about you and how much he wanted to put an end to his long run as a lonely cheff and be your companion.

here's my yandere OC's masterlist if you wanna read more my dear!

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da-janela-lateral · 2 months ago

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Mob Psycho 100 + Saint Seiya... Saint Shigeo?

My current obsession and my childhood/first anime, what a thing! This is a very fun crossover to deal with, since the two series are so contradictory. What would happen if you used MP100 logic in a 80s battle shounen in which teenagers fight to death? Well. That would be chaotic at the least.

Now some fun character bios below : )

Andromeda Shigeo - More known by civillians by his nickname "Mob", he is a newly graduated Bronze Saint whose success puzzles others for two reasons: 1) he is a strict pacifist, and 2) his cosmo would easily compare to that of a Gold Saint. Trained by the cosmoless Arataka Reigen, he accepted his role as a Saint in order to find his little brother Ritsu, from whom he was separated years ago.

Cygnus Ritsu - Shigeo's little brother, who was deemed incapable of learning cosmos and so separated from him. While Shigeo trained in a faraway place, Ritsu spent all these troubled years in the orphanage they lived on, slowly getting more and more obsessed with getting to his sibling's level. However, when his cosmos manifests during Shigeo's stressful return, Ritsu is approached by the mysterious Phoenix Saint, who claims to be able to help him get the Cygnus Cloth.

Monoceros Teruki - An arrogant prodigy, Teruki got the Monoceros Cloth completely by himself and took advantage of his status as a cosmo user to force civillians to do as he pleased. What they don't know, though, is that Teruki was given up by his parents to the Sanctuary and has been pursued by them due to his rebellious behavior. His fight with Shigeo turns his worldview upside down, humilliated and abandoned by his own Cloth, which convinces Teruki to become Shigeo's rival and one of his biggest allies against the people who hunted him.

Leo Minor Shou - Enigmatic and too experienced to his age, Shou is a baffling presence amongst the ranks of the Sanctuary, seemingly being a common Bronze Saint while also having the respect of Gold Saints. Despite being initially antagonistic, Shou's plan has to gather allies to destroy the tirannical rule of the Sanctuary all along, as he is the Pope's son and knows the truth behind his dignified mask: a plan to use Athena's army to take over the world.

Tsubomi Mitsuura - The adoptive daughter of Kenji Mitsuura, founder of the Awakening Foundation and the responsible for the newest Bronze Saints' training. Tsubomi has an overwhelming reputation, being viewed by civillians as the perfect girl, and the pressure only gets worse as she discovers she is the avatar of Athena. She struggles, but with a strong-willed and determined personality and a great compassion for those loyal to her, she will make sure the Sanctuary and Earth itself will be defended from evil.

Arataka Reigen - A simple, charismathic conman who accidentally got involved with the Saints' affairs after he offered to train Shigeo. Despite knowing nothing about this bizarre divine world, his intelligence and capacity for lying allow him to get out of any trouble even if he lacks cosmos. His ignorance to the Sanctuary's ways changes everything, because even though he has a selfish and rude streak, Reigen cares strongly about these children's wellbeing and solving problems without violence.

Phoenix Dimple - One of the oldest Saints, Dimple says that the only thing he remembers from his past is his funny nickname, but that claim is dubious at best. Dimple was ostracized from the Sanctuary for heresy and spent years gathering a cult in order to become a god, a plan that only stopped after his defeat in Shigeo's hands. Since then, Dimple tries to trick Shigeo into following that same idea, a dishonest scheme that leads him into becoming Ritsu's mentor.

#saint shigeo au #mp100 #mob psycho 100 #mp100 au #saint seiya #knights of the zodiac #crossover au #shigeo kageyama #ritsu kageyama #teruki hanazawa #shou suzuki #tsubomi takane #reigen arataka #dimple mp100 #lalarts

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yellowwwcrayon · 2 months ago

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Hey, do you think Sang woo and Inho would get along if they ever met in your squid game au? Personally I’m willing to place some pennies on Inho hating Sang woo’s guts partly because she’s jealous of him, always bringing up how Sang woo graduated SNU and partly I think he’d hate how Sang woo very clearly looks down on Gihun

Hi Anon! I actually was planning to write them meeting (Gihun inviting Inho to drinks with his friends). And you are totally right they probably wouldn't get along. I think Sangwoo generally finds Gihun both frustrating and kind of fascinating at the same time. I wanted to make him a successful person in this AU, still unmarried, but he's got friends in high places and rich connections. It's perfect on paper and Gihun and his mom raves about him but he's not genuinely happy. His life checks boxes like Cho Seok-woo's, but unlike Seok-woo who comes from generational wealth, he still feels a bit out of place in that world.

And the frustration with Gihun is he can't fathom someone as old as Gihun (and having gone through all that he's been through) still being painfully naive and not having his life together. So while there's affection for him from their childhood, Sangwoo would not try and pull Gihun out of his current situation. He's more observing and shaking his head on the sideline type, while Inho (once he knows he wants Gihun) would actively try his best to improve his life/help out with Gihun's mother, because he's kind of wired that way (what with giving his kidney to Junho and paying off his father's debts and being the provider of the house, etc.).

And in terms of them meeting, Sangwoo is immediately suspicious of Inho because he's relatively high-ranking police officer (Gihun doesn't really understand how high), and so he's curious why someone like this is all of a sudden all up in Gihun's loser life trying to be his new friend.

Inho: because he's got shapely hips and curves for days. I'm still a man.

#inbox open #material girl au #squid game 457 #squid game #inho x gihun #inhun #457 #gihun x inho #cho sangwoo

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• Stanisław Sosabowski

Stanisław Franciszek Sosabowski was a Polish general in World War II. He fought in the Polish Campaign of 1939 and at the Battle of Arnhem (Netherlands), as a part of Operation Market Garden, in 1944 as commander of the Polish 1st Independent Parachute Brigade.

Stanisław Sosabowski was born on May 8th, 1892 in Stanislau, in what was then Austria-Hungary and is now Ivano-Frankivsk in western Ukraine. His father was a railway worker. Sosabowski graduated from a local gymnasium and in 1910 he was accepted as a student of the faculty of economy of the Jagiellonian University in Kraków. However, the death of his father and the poor financial situation of his family forced him to abandon his studies and return to Stanislau. There he became a member of Drużyny Strzeleckie, a semi-clandestine Polish national paramilitary organisation. He was soon promoted to the head of all Polish Scouting groups in the area. In 1913, Sosabowski was drafted into the Austro-Hungarian Army. After training, he was promoted to the rank of corporal, serving in the 58th Infantry Regiment. After the outbreak of World War I he fought with his unit against the Imperial Russian Army in the battles of Rzeszów, Dukla Pass and Gorlice. For his bravery, he was awarded several medals and promoted to first lieutenant. In 1915, he was badly wounded in action and withdrawn from the front. In November 1918, after Poland regained its independence Sosabowski volunteered for the newly formed Polish Army, but his wounds were still not healed and he was rejected as a front-line officer. Instead, he became a staff officer in the Ministry of War Affairs in Warsaw.

After the Polish-Soviet War Sosabowski was promoted to major and in 1922 he started his studies at the Higher Military School in Warsaw. After he finished his studies he was assigned to the Polish General Staff. Promoted to lieutenant colonel, in 1928 he was finally assigned to a front-line unit, the 75th Infantry Regiment, as commanding officer of a battalion. The following year he was assigned to the 3rd Podhale Rifles Regiment as its deputy commander. From 1930 he was also a professor of logistics at his alma mater. In 1937 Sosabowski was promoted to colonel and became the commanding officer of the 9th Polish Legions Infantry Regiment stationed in Zamość. In January 1939 he became the commander of the prestigious Warsaw-based 21st Infantry Regiment. According to the Polish mobilisation scheme, Sosabowski's regiment was attached to the 8th Infantry Division. Shortly before the German invasion of Poland started his unit was moved from its garrison in the Warsaw Citadel to the area of Ciechanów, where it was planned as a strategic reserve of the Modlin Army. On September 2nd, the division was moved towards Mława and in the early morning of the following day it entered combat in the Battle of Mława. Although the 21st Regiment managed to capture Przasnysz and its secondary objectives, the rest of the division was surrounded by the Wehrmacht and destroyed. After that Sosabowski ordered his troops to retreat towards Warsaw. Sosabowski was ordered to man the Grochów and the Kamionek defensive area and defend Praga, the eastern borough of Warsaw, against the German 10th Infantry Division. During the Siege of Warsaw the forces of Sosabowski were outmanned and outgunned, but managed to hold all their objectives. When the general assault on Praga started on September 16th, the 21st Infantry Regiment managed to repel the attacks of German 23rd Infantry Regiment and then successfully counter-attacked and destroyed the enemy unit. After this success, Sosabowski was assigned to command all Polish troops fighting in the area of Grochów. Despite constant bombardment and German attacks repeated every day, Sosabowski managed to hold his objectives at relatively low cost in manpower. On September 26th, 1939, the forces led by Sosabowski bloodily repelled the last German attack, but two days later Warsaw capitulated.

Following the Polish surrender, Sosabowski was made a prisoner of war and interned at a camp near Żyrardów. However, he escaped and remained in Warsaw under a false name, where he joined the Polish resistance. He was ordered to leave Poland and reached France to report on the situation in occupied Poland. After arriving in Paris, The Polish government in exile assigned him to the Polish 4th Infantry Division as the commanding officer. Initially, the French authorities were very reluctant to hand over the badly needed equipment and armament for the Polish unit. Sosabowski's soldiers had to train with pre-World War I weapons. In April 1940, the division was moved to a training camp in Parthenay and was finally handed the weapons awaited since January, but it was already too late to organise the division. Out of more than 11,000 soldiers, only 3,150 were given arms. By June 1940, Sosabowski with approximately 6,000 Polish soldiers arrived at La Pallice, whence they were evacuated to Great Britain. Upon his arrival in London, Sosabowski turned up at the Polish General Staff and was assigned to 4th Rifles Brigade that was to become a core of the future 4th Infantry Division. The unit was to be composed mainly of Polish Canadians, but it soon became apparent that there were not enough young Poles in Canada from which to create a division. Then, Sosabowski decided to transform his brigade into a Parachute Brigade, the first such unit in the Polish Army. The volunteers came from all the formations of the Polish Army. In Largo House in Fife, a training camp was built and the parachute training was started. Sosabowski himself passed the training and, at 49 years of age, made his first parachute jump. In October 1942 the Brigade was ready for combat and was named the 1st Independent Parachute Brigade. Since the Polish General Staff planned to use the Brigade to assist a national uprising in Poland, the soldiers of the 1st Polish Para were to be the first element of the Polish Army in Exile to reach their homeland. Hence the unofficial motto of the unit: by the shortest road (najkrótszą drogą).

In September 1943, Lieutenant-General Frederick Browning proposed that Sosabowski reform his unit into a division and fill the remaining posts with British troops. Sosabowski himself would be assigned to the newly formed division and promoted to general. However, Sosabowski refused. Nevertheless, on June 15th, 1944 he was promoted to Brigadier General. In early August 1944, news of the Warsaw Uprising arrived in Great Britain. The Brigade was ready to be dropped by parachute into Warsaw to aid their comrades from the underground Polish Home Army, who were fighting a desperate battle against overwhelming odds. However, the distance was too great for the transport aircraft to make a round trip and access to Soviet airfields was denied. The morale of the Polish troops suffered badly and many of the units verged on mutiny. The British staff threatened its Polish counterpart with disarmament of the Brigade, but Sosabowski retained control of his unit. Finally, Polish Commander in Chief Kazimierz Sosnkowski put the Brigade under British command, and the plan to send it to Warsaw was abandoned.

During the planning for Operation Market Garden, Sosabowski expressed serious concerns regarding the feasibility of the mission. Among Sosabowski's concerns were the poorly conceived drop zones at Arnhem, the long distances between the landing zones and Arnhem Bridge and that the area would contain a greater German presence than British intelligence believed. Despite Sosabowski's concerns and warnings from the Dutch Resistance that two SS Panzer Divisions were in the operations area, Market Garden proceeded as planned. The Polish 1st Independent Parachute Brigade was among the Allied forces taking part in Market Garden. Due to a shortage of transport aircraft, the brigade was split into several parts before being dropped into the battle. A small part of the brigade with Sosabowski was parachuted near Driel on September 19th, but the rest of the brigade arrived only on September 21st at the distant town of Grave, falling directly on the waiting guns of the Germans camped in the area. The brigade's artillery was dropped with the British 1st Airborne Division. Three times Sosabowski attempted to cross the Rhine to come to the assistance of the surrounded 1st Airborne Division. Unfortunately, the ferry they hoped to use had been sunk and the Poles attempting to cross the river in small rubber boats came under heavy fire. Even so, at least 200 men made it across the river and reinforced the embattled British paratroopers. Despite the difficult situation, at a staff meeting on September 24th, Sosabowski suggested that the battle could still be won. He proposed that the combined forces of XXX Corps, under Lieutenant-General Brian Horrocks, and the Polish 1st Independent Parachute Brigade should start an all-out assault on the German positions and try to break through the Rhine. This plan was not accepted, and during the last phase of the battle, on 25th and 26th of September, Sosabowski led his men southwards, shielding the retreat of the remnants of the 1st Airborne Division. Casualties among the Polish units were high, approaching 40%. After the battle, on October 5th, 1944, Sosabowski received a letter from Field Marshal Bernard Montgomery, commander of the Anglo-Canadian 21st Army Group, describing the Polish soldiers as having fought bravely and offering awards to ten of his soldiers. However, on October 14th, 1944, Montgomery wrote another letter, this time to the British commanders, in which he scapegoated Sosabowski for the failure of Market Garden. Sosabowski was accused of criticizing Montgomery, and the Polish General Staff was forced to remove him as the commanding officer of his brigade on December 27th, 1944.

Sosabowski was eventually made the commander of rearguard troops and was demobilized in July 1948. Shortly after the war Sosabowski succeeded in evacuating his wife and only son from Poland. Like many other Polish wartime officers and soldiers who were unable to return to Communist Poland on pain of repercussions including death or disappearance, he settled in West London. He found a job as a factory worker at the CAV Electrics assembly plant in Acton.He died in London on September 25th, 1967. In 1969, Sosabowski's remains were returned to Poland, where he was reinterred at Powązki Military Cemetery in Warsaw. In The Hague, on May 31st, 2006, Queen Beatrix of the Netherlands awarded the Military Order of William to the Polish 1st Independent Parachute Brigade. The brigade's commander, Sosabowski, was posthumously awarded the "Bronze Lion". On June 1st, a ceremony was held at Driel, the town where the Polish 1st Independent Parachute Brigade fought. Among the speakers at the ceremony were the mayor of Overbetuwe, as well as Sosabowski's grandson and great-grandson. Sosabowski was portrayed by Gene Hackman in the 1977 war film A Bridge Too Far. In the summer of 2012 1st Airborne Major Tony Hibbert made a video appeal for Sosabowski to be pardoned and honoured.

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