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babyboibucky · 2 years

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Project V: Of Quickies, Tours and Fingers

Pairing: College!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: Pietro joins the gang for a night out.

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: Unprotected p in v penetration, jealous Bucky teehee and finally, some talk about ~feelings~

A/N: Writing for Pietro excites me so this happened LMFAO the quickest Project V update yet

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“Yeah…fuck…I thought you needed to finish your, oh fuck, Bucky…your paper…” you moaned as Bucky rolled his hips against yours.

Pressing his lips against your neck, he took both of your wrists and pinned it above your head at the same time he sped up his pace, “I’ll continue after we’re done fucking.” He groaned into your ear, slamming his hips against yours making his bed creak.

Your hands clawed down Bucky’s back when he pushed his cock deeper, hitting your sweet spot making you moan. Just a few minutes ago you walked into his dorm while he was smashing the keys on his laptop, trying to finish his paper that was due in half an hour.

Thinking that he didn’t need any distraction, you told him that you’ll come back later once he was done but of course, the idiot said he was a multitasker and took on the challenge to make you cum in fifteen minutes.

You doubted him at first, given that you weren’t really in the mood to fuck but all Bucky needed to do was thumb your nipples while kissing you— just like that you were reduced to a soaking mess.

“God you look so pretty like this…” Bucky praised, moving your hair away from your face as he fucked you relentlessly.

Bucky moaned at the sight of your breasts bouncing with each thrust, how your nipples were fully erect from how turned on you were. He straightened up and released your wrists, letting you grip his forearms as he fucked you.

“Your paper, Bucky…” you reminded him, not wanting him to fail to submit simply because he fucked you so good.

“Don’t worry, I’ll finish it in time…same goes for you.” He grunted and brought a hand down to rub your clit.

His hips stuttered when you clenched around him, milking his cock when he pressed on your clit hard, enough to make you cum just like that. Your nails dug into Bucky’s arm as you moaned out his name, your toes curling and eyes rolling to the back of your head.

One orgasm and you thought that was enough for Bucky, but the way your pussy looked with his cock sliding in and out of it made him want to coax another one from you. So, instead of finishing, Bucky decided to make you cum again.

“Oh my god, Buck!” You squealed when he gripped your waist to fuck into you faster and harder.

“One more. Give me another one, please.” He pleaded, bending down to kiss you hard.

All you could do was nod and hold onto his arms tight as he pounded into you, not caring whether the headboard was already banging against the wall. Whoever on the other side of the room is, well, they’re probably used to the noise by now.

“Cumming, Buck! I’m cumming!” You moaned and lifted your hips up to angle his cock deeper.

One particular thrust made you see stars and as soon as your pussy pulsated, you felt Bucky’s warm release flood inside of you. You haven’t even taken another breath after cumming and Bucky was out of you in no time.

You would’ve been offended but you realized that you and Bucky fucked for quite a while that he only had like ten minutes left to finish and submit his paper. Sitting up on his bed, looking debauched and well-fucked, you saw that Bucky was already hunched over his desk, typing at the speed of light…while still completely naked.

The sight was almost hilarious, him butt-naked while his cock was still glistening from both your releases. But with how he was typing confidently as if he wasn’t worried about failing to submit on time, you were actually impressed.

It was hot, you had to admit. Bucky may be a dumbass most of the time, but without a doubt, he was an intelligent one.

“Hah! Submitted! And with three minutes to spare!” He huffed out before turning to you with a silly grin.

“I can’t believe you just fucked my brains out and then immediately went to finish your paper.” You stated.

“Told you, I’m a good multitasker.” He winked.

You were about to lay back down on his bed when you remembered something that made you hop out, “Shit, I forgot! I gotta shower real quick and then bolt!” You said and ran into the bathroom.

“Where are you going?! I thought we were meeting up with Sam and Steve to play pool?” He asked.

Your head popped out of the door, “Wanda asked a favor, she wanted me to tour Pietro around the area since she needs to finish her project. I’ll be there tonight! I’m sure Pietro will enjoy everyone’s company too.”

“What, you’re a tour guide now?” Bucky asked with a huff.

“Apparently.”

“Those are pretty much what you can see around here, a few malls, a couple of coffee shops and some restaurants and bars. Why do I feel like this tour bore the hell out of you?” you said with a chuckle as you and Pietro went inside a small café to take a rest.

Pietro smiled and shook his head, “Trust me, it didn’t. I had fun. You’re fun.” he said before falling in line, “You can go find a seat and I’ll order for us, what do you want?” he asked.

“Oh no, I should be the one ordering given that you’re somewhat our guest.” you said and stepped in front of him in the line.

Pietro laughed behind you, placing his hands on your shoulders before gently pushing you aside to replace your position, “Come on, let me be a gentleman. I’ll let you treat me the next time we hangout.” he bargained.

You wanted to oppose him but hey, you were a broke college student and if he wanted to treat you, then why would you say no to his offer? You thanked Pietro and gave him your order before taking the seat at one corner of the coffee shop.

Few minutes later, Pietro was back with both of your orders. He slid a plate with a sandwich over to you and winked, “Thought I’d buy you some food too.” he said.

“I was going to say that you didn’t have to, but I’m actually starving.” you admitted and quickly took a bite.

Pietro watched you with amusement as he leaned against his chair, “Yeah, you looked pretty tired when we met up earlier.”

Of course you were tired, Bucky just happened to pull out two consecutive orgasms from you minutes before you met up with Pietro. If you could only refuse Wanda’s favor, you would have already because of how weak your legs felt after Bucky fucked you senseless.

“You’re cute, you know that?”

Lifting your head up, you looked at Pietro with disbelief while your mouth was full of food. You stopped chewing and swallowed before frowning, “Is that sarcasm or…?” you asked suspiciously.

Pietro chuckled, “No, silly.” he said, his accent thick and unique, but pleasant to the ears.

“When I find someone pretty, I make sure to let her know.” he said with nonchalance, taking a quick sip from his coffee.

Not knowing how to react, you merely shrugged and avoided his gaze, “You’re very straightforward. Is that a Sokovian thing or what?” you joked, trying to make yourself feel comfortable.

Receiving compliments from someone who isn’t Bucky? Why did it feel so fucking strange? You were used to Bucky telling you stuff like that, be it in bed or not. He’d even send you text messages when you’re shitting in his bathroom.

Ur cute even when u gotta poop

Did i tell u you look pretty when u farted earlier?

Not once did you even feel awkward with those compliments from Bucky. Perhaps you were used to him being affectionate but another guy? How the hell were you supposed to react anyway?

“So is the priest your boyfriend?” he asked.

“Who?” you asked.

“At the halloween party, the priest? Are you two dating?” Pietro asked curiously.

“Oh, Bucky?” you asked. “He’s my best friend.”

Pietro smirked, as if something was going on in his mind. You frowned, “What’s so funny?” you asked.

Pietro shook his head, “Nothing.” he responded before looking at you again, “Just your best friend?” he asked again.

You nodded, “Yeah, since we were young.”

“Okay, but does he know that?” he asked.

“Know what? That we’re best friends? Of course.” you answered, getting even more confused with Pietro’s every question.

“What I mean...does he know that you’re just best friends?” he asked, leaning on the table as he watched your expression change into something else.

Pietro’s question almost made you question your comprehension, because initially, you felt dumb for not understanding what he was trying to ask. But then you sort of realized what Pietro was really asking about.

You never really thought about it, honestly.

“He does…?”

“Maybe, guess we’ll find out later.”

Initially, Pietro intimidated you so much— the way he spoke, how blunt he was— he was very different from your other guy friends. There was something about him that made you feel conscious, maybe because of the way he would stare at you?

The man was definitely good at maintaining eye contact. He was a charmer, that’s for sure.

However, as you hung out with him for the rest of the day, you discovered that he was fun and cool. It was his confidence that was off-putting at first and being that good-looking didn’t help tone down his charisma. Walking with him in public almost made you want to disappear because of how much attention Pietro grabbed, just by merely existing.

By the time the two of you arrived at the bar, Bucky and the rest were already in the middle of playing pool. Wanda was supposed to follow but she had more things to finish so she had to stay at a groupmate’s dorm.

“Alright, who’s winning?” you asked.

“About time you arrived, Bucky’s been grumpy all this time. He said you were his lucky charm, can you believe him? He’s using you as an excuse for actually being terrible at this game.” Sam teased.

True enough, Bucky was frowning and pouting, “I’m not terrible, Sam. Just having a bad day because someone’s late.” he said.

You gasped, “How is this my fault?” you asked.

“You’re my lucky charm! I’m about to lose fifty dollars because you’re late!” Bucky huffed.

Your eyes widened, “You bet fifty dollars?!” you gasped.

“I told you it was a bad idea.” Steve chimed in, shaking his head.

Bucky shrugged, “I thought about using the money I’d win for our roadtrip.” he said.

“Holy shit, you’re right. Alright, your lucky charm’s here. Give it your best shot.” you said, giving Bucky’s shoulders a squeeze before leaning close to his ear.

“If you win, I’ll let you fuck my tits.” you whispered.

Bucky blushed as he stared at you, “Are you fucking kidding me?” he softly asked.

You merely grinned at him before stepping aside, “Good luck.”

“Roadtrip, here we fucking go!” Bucky hollered, finishing the game and actually winning it.

Sam groaned in disappointment, but fished out fifty dollars from his back pocket before giving it to Bucky. You cheered in delight and hugged Bucky, jumping up to wrap your legs around his waist.

“Alright, we gotta plan that roadtrip ASAP.” Bucky announced, sitting you down on the pool table.

He leaned forward and whispered, “And I’m already hard just thinking about fucking your tits.”

You snorted, “We’ll get to that later. But first, shots!” you announced, unaware of the amusement in Pietro’s eyes as he watched you.

After playing another round of pool, all of you decided to head to Sam’s apartment for more drinks since the crowd at the bar was becoming too rowdy and noisy. Pietro got along with Steve and Sam easily and although he was trying to strike a conversation with Bucky, the latter wasn’t too interested and kept on bugging you most of the time.

Bucky was like a damn leech who wouldn’t leave your side. He was extra clingy and touchy too, with his arm around your shoulders or his hand on the small of your back.

You couldn’t help but think about what Pietro asked you earlier, whether Bucky knew that you two were just best friends.

Conversations flowed easily back at Sam’s apartment; they were mostly about Pietro and his life back in Sokovia and why he chose to stay there instead of following Wanda. He said that Wanda’s always wanted to leave Sokovia and experience life outside of it, meanwhile, he decided to pursue his studies back there.

“Although my short stay here makes me want to transfer.” Pietro said, eyeing you from across the table.

Sam elbowed Steve before motioning towards Bucky whose grin faltered when he caught sight of Pietro checking you out. You, on the other hand, were oblivious to it and kept on talking to him.

“Maybe you should sign up for the exchange student thingy. I think we have one like that.” you suggested, taking a sip from your cup.

“Help me out with it?” Pietro asked you.

You shrugged, “Yeah, sure. I can ask the registrar about the documents needed.” you said.

“Why bother, he can just ask Wanda to help him out. Where is she anyway? Shouldn’t she be picking up her brother by now?” Bucky commented with a snort.

You turned to Bucky, surprised at his attitude. “Bucky, why are you so—”

“I’m actually twelve minutes older than her.” Pietro responded with a grin, “Hey, do you guys want to play Never Have I Ever? Wanda kept on telling me about it, I never really played it.” he said, changing the topic.

Bucky snickered, “Noob.” he whispered.

You elbowed Bucky, “The fuck is wrong with you?” you asked softly.

He merely shrugged in response, rolling his eyes at Pietro before taking a swig from his bottle of beer.

Everyone agreed to play and because Steve was the first one, it started off pretty tame and well, boring. When it was Sam’s turn though, that was when things got a little spicy and interesting.

“Never have I ever...gotten a piercing ripped out.”

Bucky cursed at him, “You’re targeting the both of us, you asshole!” he hissed, putting a finger down at the same time as you.

Pietro eyed the both of you suspiciously, “That sounds interesting.” he said.

“Ooh man, it is. I’ll tell you the story some other time. It’s fucking hilarious.” Sam said which earned him a dirty finger from Bucky.

A couple rounds and secrets revealed later, you and Bucky were left with three fingers. Steve and Pietro still have five and Sam with four. It was Pietro’s turn and he seemed to be thinking deeply about what to say.

“Why am I nervous?” Sam asked jokingly.

Pietro rubbed his chin as he eyed you and then Bucky. He straightened up and cleared his throat.

“Never have I ever fallen in love with my best friend.”

You’d never encountered silence as deafening as this. Even Steve and Sam froze in their seats upon hearing Pietro’s statement. It’s like the time stopped ticking and only you and Bucky were left in the room. Even without turning your head, you could see Bucky stealing glances at you.

Why were you so confused?! Every moment you spent with Bucky, starting from when you were young flooded your mind all of a sudden. And then came the memories after Project V, when you asked him for a huge favor. How things slowly changed between the two of you; how the fleeting touches turned into shameless caresses, the affectionate words. How you became so comfortable around him, being clingy and needy only for him to witness.

Bucky’s compliments in and outside of the bedroom, how he literally ran to you whenever you needed him.

How the both of you didn’t bother seeking out relationships with other people, always turning down dates and whatnot.

Despite those massive changes, none of you brought them up. There was no talk about being exclusive or whether the both of you were still just best friends. Whether there was attraction beyond the physical and what would happen if one developed feelings for the other.

“Which best friend are we talking about? ‘Cause my best friend is Steve.” Sam said, obviously trying to lighten the tense atmosphere.

“Think about the first person that came to your mind and ask yourself if you’ve fallen in love with them at one point.” Pietro clarified, his eyes still trained on you and Bucky.

Steve hummed, “Well, Peggy is my girlfriend and my best friend so I’m putting a finger down.” he said.

Sam clutched his heart, “Right in front of me, bro. Wow. I called you my best friend and you just...wow.” he said.

“Can you believe this, Bucky? Your best friend Steve, put a finger down for Peggy. We mean nothing to him.” Sam said.

He was clearly finding a way to make the situation lighter and it was a good escape because truth to be told, you weren’t ready to talk about whatever it is that you and Bucky have. You were about to tell everyone to move on to the next when Bucky spoke up.

“Steve is my best friend, but he’s not the first person I thought about.” he said, carefully turning to you.

Another deafening silence and even with Sam insisting that it was Steve who was Bucky’s best friend, it wasn’t enough to distract you from the way Bucky was looking at you as if you were the only person he could see in the room.

And then he put a finger down.

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bxcketbarnes · 3 years

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Little Distractions

Pairing: Ashton Irwin x Reader

Words: 900+

Author's Note: Okay, so, the live he did was so fucking great. He's fucking adorable and so talented and the entire time I was thinking of how I can turn it into a fic lmfao and I did it! I hope you guys enjoy it! 🥰

You're in the middle of editing your client's photos when your phone rings. You tear your eyes away from your computer screen to see your boyfriend FaceTiming you. A small chuckle leaves your lips as you swiftly take your glasses off before answering the call.

"Hey, handsome," you grin as Ashton seems to be in his studio. You find him to look extremely adorable with the yellow beanie that's currently covering his hair.

The man smiles at you while adjusting the teal-colored bass in his lap. "Hey, love. Are you busy?" Ashton asks you and your eyes glance towards the computer.

"Mm, just a bit, yeah. Editing a photoshoot I did last week," you tell him and you see the smile drop from his lips a bit. "But, I'm able to multitask if you don't want to go."

"Are you sure? I don't want to bother you," your boyfriend mumbles as his fingers fumbled with the strings on his bass.

You give him a pointed look before sliding your glasses back on. "I'm sure, Ash. What's going on?" You ask while turning your attention back to your work.

"I'm just fiddling with some things and wanted to show you," he says with a bit of excitement and a smile comes to your face.

"Oh, I bet it's fantastic, baby," you grin and prop your phone against your computer screen.

Ashton does the same for his phone as the two of you go back to what you're doing. The music that he plays for you sounds very angelic and doesn't take long for your head to sway back and forth.

You glance at him every few minutes, listening to him mumble to himself as he tries to get the chords right. You bite your lip gently as you watch him for about a minute, seeing his hazel eyes glued to his screen.

Ashton casts his eyes down towards his phone and your breath hitches in your throat at how good he looks. You can feel your cheeks blush as the two of you make eye contact before he looks back up at the screen.

"You're cute," he mumbles before playing the clip once more. You cover your mouth with your hand as you smile to yourself, feeling yourself fawn over him like you did before the two of you started dating.

"Shut up," you chuckle into your hand and bring your eyes back to the photos you're editing. "Can't look at me like that and not expect me to swoon."

Ashton giggles and pushes away some of the strands of hair that's sticking out from under the beanie. "Can't help myself, darling. You are just so cute with glasses," he tells you with a large smile, his palm resting against his chin. "I miss you."

You let out an involuntary whine and glance towards your boyfriend, seeing the slight pout on his lips. "I miss you too, Ashton. Just a couple more weeks and I'll be back with you," you reassure him and tuck some hair behind your ear.

"I honestly just can't wait to have you in my arms again. Been far too long," Ashton mumbles and sits back in his chair, adjusting the beanie on his head.

Your heart flutters in your chest and you smile softly. "I love you so much. I cannot wait for your cuddles," you mention, and Ashton giggles while nodding his head in agreement. "And to kiss you. Definitely miss your lips."

The man licks his lips as he shakes his head, fingers roaming across the bass he's holding. "You're making me miss you more, love," Ashton laughs and you look down at him once again.

"Oops."

Your boyfriend scoffs and rolls his eyes playfully. "Oops, my ass. We've been dating for five years. I know how you are," he explains and you giggle at his words, resting your knuckles against your chin. "You're a brat."

"But, you love me," you chime in and Ashton tilts his head a bit before clicking his tongue.

"I do very much," he grins and picks his phone up. "I would love to chat more, but you're not getting much done with me here and I have to come up with some lyrics."

You pout at the man and feel your heart drop a bit. "I don't want you to go though," you say sadly and Ashton sighs, running his hand along the scruff on his face. "You can't come up with lyrics while we're on the phone? I promise I'll continue working."

Ashton licks his lips and sets his phone back down. "I- I can't do lyrics in front of you. You make me nervous," he chuckles and you give him a sad smile, letting out a short breath. "Plus think of it this way… the quicker you do your work, the quicker you'll be in my arms."

You sit back in your chair and sigh in response, knowing he's right. "You're right. Okay, I'll let you go. I love you," you tell him and Ashton blows you a kiss.

"I love you, sweetheart. So much."

The two of you bid each other goodbye before hanging up. You set your phone down in the place it was sitting before he called and cross your arms over your chest.

"God, I miss you," you mumble to yourself as your eyes look at your lock screen. You smile fondly at the photo, pressing your lips together as you watch until the screen turns black. "Two more weeks…"

"Two more weeks," Ashton mumbles to himself as he sets his bass back into its holder. He shoves the beanie off of his head before combing his fingers through his hair, a sigh leaving his parted lips. "Two more weeks."

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lovingkaede · 3 years

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Hi there! This may be a bit too specific but is it ok to ask for Kiyotaka, Korekyo and Hajime with reader who has issues with time-management? Like they procrastinate a lot but they are willing to change that! Also they are too easy to distract and they tend to pick the skin near nails, touch their hair a lot, etc (sorry if it's strange, the last detail is optional ><)

Hii!! That’s a cool idea, anon!! But I’m sorry if this is wrong or bad because I am actually good at managing my time so I hope you don’t mind ^^’ Anyways, have fun!!! 🧡💖💘

-Mod Kaede

Kiyotaka Ishimaru

Oh hell no.

You ain’t getting away with it

It’s just something he can’t ignore because he manages his time well

Okay but he’ll sit you down and will have a serious talk about this because it’s really important, you know

He’d talk to you about your priorities and how everything needs to be organized so you’ll have more free time for yourself

When you told him you are willing to change that he was more than willing to help you with that!!

He would totally make a to-do list and make a schedule for you and he’d constantly check on you to make sure you aren’t procrastinating. It’s not that he doesn’t trust you. It’s become a habit of yours, so yeah 😩 Man gotta keep an eye out

If you are getting distracted too easily he’d?? Scold you?? Lmao okay, mom

He is reading with you in order to you organize your thoughts and focus on it properly

He’s giving you more tasks and works as punishment lol

Please don’t be mad, this is his way of getting the work done 😩

Breaks? He never heard of it. Work hard so you’ll have the most free time ever!!!

Taka, give them a break

“Finally...” You thought.

“What? We’re not done yet. You still have assignments to do, don’t you?”

“Taka, no,” ❤️

Even though he’s so serious about it, he acknowledges your work 😌

Korekiyo Shinguji

Okay but this man studies people behaviors

So he’s the one that understands you best

You’re easy to read, he can tell by just looking at you 🙂

He can see why you are struggling and getting distracted easily, so he’ll turn off all distractions. Bye-bye phone 💔

Basically he creates the best environment for you so you don’t get distracted when working

Don’t. Try. To. Do. Everything. At. A. Time.

“Multitask is just wasting your energy more” He’d say, “We need to make you a to-do list, Y/n.”

Seriously, you need a schedule, S/o!!

If you’re willing to change that, he’s willing to help

Like, he’d meditate with you!!

Finds your efforts fascinating ✨

He’s the type of person who’s willing to do their best, but in your condition, he’ll tell you to avoid perfection, so you don’t go too harsh on yourself at all

If you don’t like your schedule, he’ll do some changes but in a way that’ll help you

To increase your focus, he’d listen to relaxing music with you or read books and you’d listen to him

Also he doesn’t want to make you tired so he gives you breaks when you need it. (ha, take that, Taka!)

The biggest inspiration for you is his support, you know? A simple “I know you can do it” increases your hard working level. It’s really effective lol (I wish 😩)

A kiss will do, too :)

Hajime Hinata

Aa, Idk but I feel like he’d have problems managing his time himself, too

Well, if not now, he had it before

But he changed this and now he’s willing to help you since he can relate to you so well!!

If you don’t have any idea what to do, just leave it to him. He’d talk to you about your priorities.

It might sound a bit awkward though, and you two would burst into laughs lol

Please listen to him, S/o, he got a point!!

He’d tell you his ways of managing time, such as making a to-do list or working harder at weekends, not interrupting his work for some other things

Yeah, he’s like that. Like, if you are sending him a message, he’ll not check it unless he’s done with his work.

He also tries to create the best environment for you!!

He removes everything that might distract you. (He gotta remove himself 😭✌️

If you wanted him to work with you he’d refuse because he’s a huge distraction for you and he’s aware. Boy can’t risk it 😤

He’s a stress reliever. He’s ready to tell you “You got this!” Everytime you need it

How he inspires himself? By giving himself rewards, of course! Try it, it really helps, I do know because I used to do that too

He can easily tell you are tired, so he’ll just hug you and say you should rest for now

Don’t overwork, it’s not healthy, you know

Breaks help, too. You two play video games, watch movies, take a walk or stuff like that. If you are feeling really tired, he’d put you to sleep

Hii!! I don’t know I wanted to write something that would help so I hope this actually helps lmfao Also my mom says “Sleeping 7-8 hours is important so don’t stay up too late 😤” I did some research for this but I write the most according to my work schedule, hehe so I hope you don’t mind!! 😌💘

I’m currently writing requests and it seems there is quite a lot- uGh I’m excited!! Anyways hope you guys enjoy reading this ajjhdjg Have a lovely day! 🥳💖

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honey-subs · 4 years

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an angst/fluff one: you're working for ceo!jinyoung (he looks so good in suits it should be illegal istg) as his personal assistant. he actually likes you quite a lot but due to the stress of being the ceo of one of the biggest companies he had to push you around all day not even being able to give you a minute to catch your breath if he wanted to. he still always kept a good eye on you though making sure that you're doing okay but that one time he hadn't been there you fainted (part 1)

part 2 to the ceo!jinyoung one he had been in a when it happened, you were on your way to make some copies taking the stairs as the elavator was broken. you hadn't been feeling well all morning but you forced yourself to work knowing that your boss (whom you had a crush on) needed your help. someone called out for you from behind as you nearly reached the bottom you spun around a bit too quickly as suddenly everything was spinning and you lost balance falling down the couple of stairs

this is legit turning into a secnario 3rd and last part (i hope) : an employee rushed into the meeting breaking jinyoung off. jinyoung was known for being a kind man as every employee was swooning for him because of his looks and personality, but the fact that the meeting had been quite important made him turn to the worker in annoyance, cocking an eyebrow at her. but before he could say anything he was broken off by her only now noticing how distressed the woman in front of him looked.

ceo!jinyoung second last part "it's y/n" she said, eyes watering as her voice quivered. jinyoung got worried he had a soft spot for you and this situation didn't look good. "where is she?" jinyoung asked not even caring what was up. he needed to get to you, to see you and hold you if you were in pain.. professionalism be damned. the woman told him where to find you and he rushed out after hastily dismissing everyone from the meeting. he ran to his office where you apparently were.

ceo!jinyoung (not) last part he ran to his office not caring how his own employees eyed him as he ran down the halls of the building. when he burst through the door there you were positioned on the small couch. he crouched down in front of you, wincing as he saw the small bruise on your cheek. he nudged you awake cautiously, when you woke up you told him everything that you remembered about. he took you into his trained arms after you finished. (still isn't the last part like i expected lmao)

ceo!jinyoung "can't you take care of yourself? i nearly had a heart attack when i heard about something happening to you. i thought that maybe you-" he stumbled over his own words pulling you even closer. you only realized what was happening when you felt a wet patch on your shoulder. jinyoung was crying. the strong ceo everyone admired, your crush was crying.. over you. you tried to pull away to look at him but he didn't let you. "can we just stay like this? i thought i lost you."

i gave up numbering the parts lmao- he never showed his vulnerability or softness to you so you were quite confused when he cried holding onto you for dear life. he eventually calmed down not daring to look at you, so you decided to take matters into your own hands. "why are you like this?" you asked him carefully as he was still your employer, you were on thin ice right now. "because i like you." shock was evident on your face. jinyoung took it as a bad sign. (jinyoung is a softie lmao)

ceo!jinyoung last part "y- you like me?" you stuttered out and jinyoung looked at you pain flashing in his eyes as he prepared himself for rejection. he nodded watching your reaction carefully. "it's okay.. i get it." he mumbled about to stand up but you turned him back to you. "i like you too you idiot." and with that you pressed your lips onto his your tounges fighting for dominance but as a whine left jinyoungs mouth you took control.. leaving the rest to your imagination lmao

CEO - Park Jinyoung

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⤷pairing - jinyoung x (could be gender neutral?) reader

⤷genre - angst, fluff

⤷summary - the summary is basically up there lmfao aosjejsksj

⤷warnings -sub!jinyoung, dom!reader, fainting, boss x employee relationship, suggestive, mentions of injuries

⤷notes - long asf, so grab some popcorn.

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you knew the moment you accepted the job that your work would be hard. but did you imagine it’d be this hard? hell no. you’d never wanted to cuss out an inanimate object more tham right now — this morning as you woke up. you threw an arm over your eyes as you huffed out a sigh. you threw the blankets off your body and got up to get ready for the stressful day ahead. you didn’t really feel well, it felt like your head was splitting, and you tired to ignore it as you made your way to the bathroom.

you rolled your eyes as you looked at your reflection in the mirror, scoffing as you reached for a tooth brush. you had to rush a bit, moving quickly around your house as you multitasked — brushing your teeth as you searched for an outfit in your closet. you finally settled on some ripped skinny jeans and an oversized shirt.

you return to the bathroom to finish brushing your teeth, and eventually struggle to put on your outfit for the day. you finally exited your room and went to the kitchen to grab a banana nut muffin as your small breakfast. you hurry out or the door, yelling out a goodbye to your still-asleep-roommate.

it was a struggle to get through the bustling streets of your city, mumbling excuses as you pushed your way through the crowd. you sighed and shook your head when you made it to the coffee shop that your boss favored. the barista smiled at you, already knowing what you wanted before you even opened your mouth to speak.

“here you go, y/n! i hope your day goes well.” she says apologetically, knowing how hard mr. park could be on people, especially assistants. you smiled back at her before rushing out of the door with a goodbye.

it’s not that long of a walk to the office building you worked in, so you didn’t complain too much on the way there. mr. park operated in a tall business building, around 60 floors in the building alone; not including other branches that held specific professions. you pulled open the doors of the main building, and walked in — ready to start your long work day.

you too the elevator all the way up to the top floor, the 60th floor. you knock on the door three times, signifying that it was you and not anyone else. “come in.” your heard his smooth silky voice from inside the room, so you pushed the door open to step inside. he was standing up and fixing some misplaced files on his desk. he gave you a firm smile as he looked up for a split second.

mr. park himself couldn’t deny the bubbly feeling in his stomach he had when he saw you enter his office. he tried his best to push it down so that it wouldn’t interfere with his workplace. he hoped you didn’t notice the pink blush that spread across the tips of his ears.

“here’s your coffee, sir.” you place the coffee in a holder on his desk. and you don’t notice it — which he’s thanking the gods for. “thank you.” he says, not looking up, being more focused on his desk than you. finally, he does look up and he has a thick stack of papers in his arms. “here. take these, make around... 200 copies? thanks.” he gives you yet another tight smile. “is there anything else you need, mr. park?” you ask, a fake smile plastered to your face. “actually yes, after you make the copies, i need you to go to each wing and make sure they have the copies they need, if they don’t make a hundred per wing. i also want you to make sure checks are filed. i’ll be in a meeting later at about four, so i need you to clean my office a bit, thanks.” he says, moving to sit down. he hopes that was enough to keep you busy for the rest of the day so he wouldn’t have to suffer seeing your beautiful face again, he probably wouldn’t be able to control his words or blush if he saw you again.

you try to keep your look of disdain and annoyance off your face as the paper weighed your arms down. “anything else?” you asked through gritted teeth. “no, that’s all.” you exit the door, and exhale once you’re out. your headache has gotten worse since you left your apartment, almost loosing your balance as you became stressed at the mere thought of all you had to do. you huffed out a breath and got to work on going to the copy room.

as you’re on your 199th copy, your grumbling to yourself and shaking your head. ‘he’s lucky i have feelings for him.’ you thought to yourself, rolling your eyes. if you didn’t have feelings forhim, you most likely would’ve quit by now. the 200 copies you needed were finally finished, and you took them all, plus the originals, back up to his office via elevator.

“here are your papers, mr. park.” you told him, quickly pushing the papers onto his desk so you could do the task he had set for you next. “y/n, wait.” he told you, fixing his suit and tie, and trying to keep from stuttering out his sentence. “my meeting got pushed forward, so could you clean my office now before you do everything else, thanks.” it wasn’t a question, it was more of an order. he let his eyes linger onto you to make sure you were okay with all the tasks he pushed onto you — and you seemed okay for the most part. he pushed past you to leave his office and go to his meeting.

you heard the door close behind you, and you allowed your hands to fall to your sides with a slap. you sighed, and winced as a wave of pain from your headache washed over you. you groaned, doing your best to start cleaning. his office would be easy to clean, it wasn’t messy per se, it was just cluttered. you fixed papers around the room and put things in their respective places.

you were done quickly, within an hour or two, sighing as you shut off a light and left the office, on to do the next task. your headache-turned-migraine only got worse. you felt like you could’ve screamed when you found out the elevator was broken and out of order. you gifted your teeth and clenched your fists to keep from lashing out as you stomped your way to the stairs.

yet another wave of pain flowed through you as you made your way down the stairs. you paused for a moment to regain balance, placing your hand on the wall to steady yourself. “y/n? are you okay?” you spun around on your heel quickly to see who called for you. a major mistake.

it seemed like everything was moving in slow motion. your coworker looked at you with eyes wide with curiosity and concern. she still hadn’t register the fact that you were falling. your hand slipped off the wall, and your fell backwards. your migraine caused you to get dizzy with pain and fatigue, your eyes closing slowly. the last thing you saw was your coworker putting their hands over their mouth as they were frozen in place and watched you fall.

you felt your head tip back, and your back make contact with the hard edges of the stairs. your body folded and tumbled as continued to fall down the stairs. when the fuck did the staircase get so long? it felt like forever until you reached the ending stopping point, laying flat on your back. eyes closed.

the coworker couldn’t believe what she just saw. you were one of the most loved and important people at the business firm, and to watch you fall like that was scary. she immediately called for help, gaining he attention of many nearby people, telling them to help you to mr. parks office while she told mr. park himself.

she ran, as best she could considering her choice of shoes, towards the meeting room, barging in without making herself known. mr. park immediately turned to glare at one of his employees, and tell them off for interrupting the meeting, but he looked at the distress on her face and paused. “i-it’s y/n!” she says, eyes watering and tears beginning to fall. “what is it?” he asked urgently, moving towards her as he dismissed everyone from the meeting room. he put bass in his voice as he asked again. “what is it?” he stared her down. “she- she fainted as she was going to the west wing. she wasn’t moving after she fell!” she says, tears flowing freely down her cheeks.

“take me to her,” he says, trying not to imagine the worst. she nods for a short second before hurrying out of the meeting room, and jinyoung was not on her heels. he couldn’t help the thoughts that took over his mind. if something terrible did happen to you, it would’ve been all his fault. his fault for working her so hard just for his selfish benefit — so he could mask his own feelings.

she pushed open the door and allowed jinyoung to enter first before she did. he could feel his heart crumple at the sight of you, laying unmoving and unconscious on the small black couch in his office. “can you um, can you give us some alone time?” he asked, walking forward. the coworker along with the other two people in the room nodded, leaving immediately.

he looked down at you, biting his lip as he tried not to show his most vulnerable emotion. you were covered in bruises and marks, and apparently they had a doctor come because there was a bandage wrapped around your back and your head, and probably another place he couldn’t see. the moment he freed his lips from his teeth, it quivered immediately.

he wasn’t an emotional person, but seeing the person he was most likely in love with in a state like this, really broke him. he pulled up a chair and sat down, leaning his head forward.

he sat like that for awhile, ignoring everyone when they came and told him to eat. “why does everything hurt?” he looked up instantly to see you wincing as you tried to move. “my chest feels like that one time i had a cigarette. teen me lived for danger.” you mumbled, moving a hand to cup your head where you felt bandages. (i really hope someone got that reference) “hey, hey, hey, wait, you shouldn’t be moving so much.” he murmured, slowly leaning you back so that you were resting on a pillow again. “what happened? are you okay?”he asked, swelling the lump that formed in his throat.

“i’m fine. i guess i fainted..? the last things i remember are heading to the west wing to check on them, and someone called my name. i turned around to fast i guess and fell. i wasn’t feeling well prior to that though.” you explained, straining to remember what happened. he chewed on his lips, taking a deep breath. “can’t you take care of yourself? i thought something happened to you and you almost gave me a heart attack. everything would’ve been my fault and i just-“ he paused his words and leans forward, engulfing you in a hug. unsurely, you wrapped your arms around him as well.

soon you felt a wet patch on your shoulder. it shocked you a bit. everyone thought of him as this strong and thoughtful and all powerful CEO, yet here he was, crying over you because he thought he lost you. you pulled away slowly, trying to meet his eyes. he kept his head down, a slight sniffle came from him as he wiped his eyes and his nose. “are you okay, mr. park?” you asked, using a soft and comforting tone. he let out a bitter laugh. “it would’ve been all my fault. you would’ve- something terrible could’ve happened to you and it would’ve been because of me. because i couldn’t face my own feelings.” he smiled for a split second to keep more tears from spilling.

“what?” you asked confusedly, maybe it was the concussion, but nothing seemed to be making sense. “i like you, at this point maybe even love you. i understand its wrong because i’m your boss but the thought of loosing you today just broke me.” he said, sniffling again with a bitter smile. you couldn’t control the expression of shock on your face as your eyes widened considerably. your crush and boss just admitted his feelings for you.

“you like me?” you asked slowly, processing the information. clenching his jaw, he nodded, preparing himself mentally and emotionally for rejection and heart break. “i- uh, i completely understand.” he cracks a small smile. he begins to get up. “i’ll leave you alone so you can process every-“ you pull him down by his tie so that he was on top of you on the couch. you connected your lips with his slowly. he easily allowed you dominance which was surprising.

the both of you pulled away breathlessly. “i like you too.” you told him as you watched his cheeks tent red. he peels himself away from you, opting to sit beside you. it’s amazing how shy he got instantly after you pulled away, ears red as he played with his fingers. “i hope you know this means that i’m not taking my eyes off you. y’know, to make sure you don’t get hurt again,” he says with a nervous laugh.

“i won’t mind that.” you tell him, pulling him towards you again.

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prettyboykatsuki · 3 years

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omg i’m doing ok?2?2!2? i am Struggling™ to write two (2) whole fics at once (can’t multitask to save my life) - one is recovering!katsuki and the other is brat!eren but both are making me wanna tear my hair out - so i’m just scrolling thru ur posts to make me happy and horny again LMFAO

i also hope ur doing well bae!!1!2 congrats on 5k u deserve it more than anyone <333

STOP THIS IS MAKING ME CRY im honored

i love writing bc i get to write stuff but i hate writing bc to have stuff written i have to... write it. its a miserable an endless escape. also i COMMEND YOU for trying to even write more than one fic at a time. you are genuinely so brave for that HEJKS. both sound so seggsy </333 and im sure they’ll turn out good too

I HOPE UR DOING WELL TOO!! AND THANK U SM I LOVE U ADKFJ

#return to sender #mutuals my beloved

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inexchangeforyoursoul · 4 years

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@nagasleeps ... you unknowingly made me sweat blood upon getting the prompts lmfao 😅 (fake dating?? spo rT S??? so many things, none of which I’m into asgdsfafsd,,,)

Getting over the initial turmoil and the need to hire a deep web hitman to assassinate me, however, I thought about it… and yes, I’ve always liked the aesthetics™ of figure skating and racing, so it wasn’t ~that~ hopeless of a case,,, All in all, I ended up revamping a scene from a half-done fic to feature the LoV (instead of the Todofam bc latter are the og cast in the other thing so they were out of bounds but sssh)

I was vibrating when you reacted to the Happy Feet joke, so I really really hope you’ll enjoy the rest just as much!! ✨ MERRY LATE CRAMPUS AND A HAPPY NEW YEEEEAH

OH right: have an ao3 link that will likely read better lmao

“Can I?”

The question itself takes everyone for a loop, but the real catch that makes heads turn is the barely contained excitement in Hawks’ voice. Then there’s his face, too, which is that of a kid on their first festival.

It quickly turns into an embarrassed blush that he tries to hide behind the collar of his jacket, but the damage has already been done- not only did he speak up like that, but it happened just a split second after everyone has unanimously started to move on.

“Can you?” grunts Dabi into the awkward silence with a raised brow, nodding towards the ice rink. He was a few steps ahead of them already, targeting what seemed to be the nearest punch stall available.

Hawks tagged along for the Christmas fair visit in Deika because he figured he might multitask and try this buddy thing with Jin and also catch a few snippets of info, but watching the kids slipping around on the ice when they stopped by the rink… did things to him. Nostalgic, dangerous things.

“You skate, Hawks?” Himiko asks with a glint in her eye. She also doesn't hesitate to turn back and bounce towards the rink, obviously interested in… either him, the fact, or the place itself. He's yet to get a grasp on the girl.

“ … ” His brows pull up as he sulks on behind the makeshift barrier. “... I could. A little.”

She hops against the railing, balancing over the dangerously unstable structure. “Oooh, that's neat! What are we waiting for then?”

Wait, we?

Hawks is almost surprised enough to say it out loud, which… nice save. That sounds all kinds of counterproductive.

Doesn't help with the emotion reflecting on his face, though.

“What’s that face for?” she asks with a pout, looking almost offended before hopping back down. “I’m not going to pass up some fun, if you’re going, I’m going, too.”

“Ah---”

“Me, too!! Me, too!!!” pops Twice’s head up from nowhere between them.

“--- I see.”

“Well then,” Himiko says, her grump already forgotten as she's planting a hearty pat on Jin's head. “Can you skate, Jin?”

His brows, if they exist, inch closer as he squints, as if thinking… but he also immediately says a plain “Hell no.”

“Want me to teach you, then?”

That one rouses a confident “HELL YEAH!!” on the other hand, and he pulls on the drawstrings of his hoodie with such force that he not only disappears up to the nosetip, but an audible ripping sound also conveys the hoodie’s dislike of the abuse.

“Buckle up, then!" Himiko states with her hands on her hips. "First we’ll need some shoes, though. Also, you should get up from the ground, can’t skate like that.”

The man jumps straight into a salute upon hearing that. Considering that his coat is hanging off his head like a tent, it's quite a sight. “Aye aye, Toga sensei!!”

Hawks can’t help but let the uncertain hum break free; he is not sure he’s ready to make a clown out of himself… or that he could still stand upright at all, as a baby bird he was quite a midget. And a lot closer to the ground in case he hit it, making it less, well, scary.

“Mister, you coming too, right?” asks Himiko turning back to the two leftovers of the group.

“Oh…? Oh, sure! Ha ha…” he starts, the nervousness hardly hidden in his voice.

A stone falls from Hawks’ heart; there’s another clown in the making…

The old man (?) is so full of it, though. Just look at him. The only thing holding him back from stuttering is state of the art bullshitting skills…

“--- it is a highly refined form of showmanship, of course I---”

“You’re so full of shit, old man.”

… IT WASN’T HIM. IT WASN’T HIM WHO SAID THAT, RIGHT?!

Said old man’s monologue stops with a soft ‘ah’ of mixed shock and horror… followed by both hands pressed tight over his wounded pride and heart. Not even the mask can hide the damage done.

“Dabiii, you can’t just steal the big man’s thunder like that…” speaks up Jin as he peels a hole for himself on the hood to look out of.

Oh, thank GOD.

The offender isn’t shaken by the callout in the least.

“He should just admit he can’t skate,” Dabi shrugs, turning back to wherever he was headed before the minute disturbance began. “Anyway… I’m off to drown myself in mulled wine or whatever they have for sale. Smell y’all later.”

Yeesh… that’s cold.

… actually, getting Dabi alone out of the picture has made this issue of being seen stumbling around half as intimidating. Which Hawks isn’t gonna complain about.

A few minutes later he’s already received his pair of skates and is mentally preparing for the task at hand. And also trying to calm down, because honestly? He’s excited.

First things first, though, for a change his wings are more of a liability while doing this, so he gets rid of most of the feathers. Only after piling them up in the corner of the coat (more along the lines of 'bag') check room does he try the skates from a few angles on the plastic covered ground. They may be rented, but in comparison to the pair of battered ones he found by a trash container as a kid, few sizes too big then and now just as small, anything shone as long as they fit the task.

With a deep breath, he decides to give this a try and steps into the rink. One leg, then the other… a slow start at low speed, but he’ll have to remember how to stop as well… Yeah, this will do.

Having gained some confidence on the field, he also manages to get out of the way of Toga and Twice as they burst onto the ice with reckless abandon, the latter obviously having no experience in the rink as he finishes the action mopping up every person and shaved particle in his wake.

Hawks skates up to him with a raised brow as Himiko giggles on and makes her rounds around the sprawling man. "You okay there, mate?"

His face that peeks out of the fluffy hoodie still pulled closely around his head looks either really focused… or 100% out of it. Maybe embarrassed, or having a religious experience. Hawks can't tell. In the end, he summarizes his status as follows:

"... yes."

“I told you, didn't I?” chips in Himiko, too, now that she’s over her giggling fit. “Can’t skate while on the ground. Though, if someone can do it… it’s probably you.”

"I'd say he's still got better chances with the usual method," Hawks muses out loud before offering a hand. (Not the best idea. Jot that down, Hawks: Bubaigawara Jin not only is nimble, but also heavy. Easily two-times-your-weight heavy if wings are not included. Do not engage in close combat.)

Nearly ending up on the ice aside, he notes that the number of people in the rink has dwindled down quite a bit in the past minute. Whether the masses are intimidated, afraid, or just conscious of the dumbassery of the big guns, Hawks doesn’t know.

Nor care about, really- more space for him to fuck around. Speaking of which…

He leaves the two jokers behind as Toga starts to legitimately tell Twice how to stand on the ice, and picks up just enough speed to test whether he can do another thing he usually can’t because of his wings.

The first attempt doesn’t go all that well, as he nearly slips when the skate he’s balancing on hiccups upon a deeper trail cut by others; on the second, he manages to stand on one leg, which is half of the battle, alright. He takes a second of a breather to stretch his legs before taking the route back towards the entrance again, checking in on how Twice is faring while he’s at it; seems to be going well for him. A little shaky, but he doesn’t fall ass backwards anymore.

He takes a deep sigh to collect some second hand inspiration, then shoots off to where Mister Compress’ hat has entered the field.

Hawks lifts a leg again, but this time, he also reaches behind his back to get a hold of the blade that should be riiight about… there!

Just sliding in a straight line and not stretched enough for this shit so it hurts like hell? Yes.

It would hurt even if he had stretched, to be frank.

But!! One day, he’s gonna do a legit Biellmann spin, you just watch.

“Why, Starling…!” Mister calls out with an air of awe, the doom and gloom finally lifting from his stance as the blonde is shaking his leg loose. He does stay suspiciously close to the entrance all along, though. “This comes to you as easy as flying does!”

“Could be worse,” he yells back as the momentum from the bend takes him the opposite direction.

Frankly, some may see it as cheating… but his feathers are an amazing addition he's gonna use to the fullest when on ice. So what if he has sonars to know how and where he’ll touch ground, or where to look for his feet from behind? Anyone with functional legs can do this without the help, they just need a little more practice. And why wouldn’t they? This is as close as anyone else can get to flying themselves, and boy is it a lot of fun!!

In fact, he’s so psyched that he does a pretty decent, simple Axel, nailing the landing after. Nice~

Hawks doesn’t bother opening his eyes for the next few minutes, just enjoying the chilly wind pinching his face and ears even pinker. Only then does he look up when someone with a whiff of some peach flavored alcoholic drink is about to cross his way… and goes as far as holding him by the waist, even if it’s for the fleeting moment he needs to grab his arm and spin them around in a circle.

“Not bad for a chicken.”

What the fuck, it’s Dabi.

The suspiciously happy man smirks over the baffled expression that appears on the hero's face. “You should check whether there’s a Happy Feet on Ice project, you could even make it.” Having said that, he gives Hawks a spin and joins him for the next round across the rink.

Wait a goddamn sec…

The blonde looks around with mild suspicion; he’s just noticed that Dabi is keeping up with him fine, which means… he can skate? “I thought you didn’t do, like, sports?”

He is pretty adamant on whining and moaning whenever the need to do anything but stand around menacingly arises… which is understandable, since, um… isn’t this a little… painful with a Frankensteined body like that?

Actually, it definitely is painful, because there’s one--- scratch that, now it’s two red stains on the white shirt poking out from under that ridiculous coat, and--- and blood dripping from one of his elbows, what the sincere fuck. Can he not feel that?!

“Spiked enough to do some stupid shit,” comes the enlightening sigh of an answer as they take the curve at rather high speeds, the faint smell of something not punch like also apparent on his breath. Makes the fact of him coming up close again less alarming, at the very least; a drunk (if not high as a kite…) Dabi averages out as more annoying, and less of a threat. And double the creepy, but that’s beside the point.

“You ready, birdie?”

… okay, maybe there is some room left for worry.

“Ready fo… huh?” The villain has his hands firmly around Hawks' waist now, as if preparing to--- no, there’s no way, he’s such a stick man, but still, the mere possibility…

“Fly!!!”

“WhaaAA---?!” By the time he realizes that Dabi really has that exact thing on his clearly not quite lucid mind when picking up some more speed on the straight line ahead of them, he’s already airborne. Hell if he’s counting how many turns he is doing, but damn it all, he has bigger problems at hand- first, he's actually getting dizzy, and he’s never dizzy with the exception of concussions and being sick, which is concerning, but maybe it’s due to fear. Second, he needs to recalculate his fall right fucking now, because this cackling asshat has managed to throw him quite high and he's also off-balance. He has trouble landing on solid ground when plucked near clean like this as-is, fuck, he's falling already, fuck fuck fuck fUCK---

It costs him a nearly sprained ankle, some panicked arm and wing flapping and an instant heart attack, but he manages to stick the landing somehow. He’s shaking like jello as Mister claps on and Jin and Himiko cry an awed WOOO HOOO, though. In fact, his legs that he’s using as something to lean on now are about to finally give in under him.

Hawks also just about gives into the temptation of collapsing on the spot as his momentum dies off at last… if not for some fucker capitalizing on the situation and dipping him for good measure.

Dabi also adds a hearty chuckle while doing so, certainly pleased at the mess the other is right now. “And here I thought you couldn’t be shaken.”

“I saw… my life flashing before my eyes, asshole,” he breathes between wheezes, contemplating whether he should grab onto the guy, because just hanging around doesn’t make for a stable setup and he’d rather not risk one of the concussions he's been thinking of.

A cock of the head aside, all he gets is an eyeroll. “Sure seem happy about it, don't you.”

Well, now that the villain points it out… Hawks certainly is grinning like an idiot, and has been for a while. For whatever reason, he also starts giggling uncontrollably at that.

“Shut up, will you,” he snickers while trying to find something to hang an arm onto.

It’s little use in the end, because Himiko decides to slide right into Dabi’s leg, both ruining a chance for a comeback and collapsing the unbalanced circus act.

He keeps giggling through Dabi’s moans of discontent and more, though. These few minutes were the most fun he’s had in a decade, if not more.

He's coming over tomorrow, too.

#ctabb ss 2019 #Kate writes #dabihawks #but only low key #Takami Keigo #Dabi #Sako Atsuhiro #Toga Himiko #Bubaigawara Jin #bnha hawks

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thedevilsfamiliar · 5 years

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Greys anatomy from my view point: episode 11

-Thatcher looks so... old. Ill. High key reminds me of my grandfather on his death bed. Damn.

-The way he smiled when he saw Meredith as if he hadn’t slapped her after Lexie died

-#LexieGreyDeservedBetter

-The Nurse is adorable “meredith! You look just like your picture”

-meredith is so fucking awkward

-thatcher my man you fucked up with this kid

-it’s so fucking awkward I swear to god

-high key don’t care about Catherine Fox’s storyline. No offense but I never liked her.

-rip Jackson, shit hits him over and over again

-Jackson loves Michael Jackson, aight

-feel like she’s gonna die for some man pain

-Catherine you are something else

-he has his kiddos on a mantle

-LEXIE

-Meredith, you have every right to feel this way. My dad is just like that. I feel a connection rn.

-I can’t look at him and not think of Hades from once upon a time

-Richard Webber, love you man

-(please don’t fucking kill her, I don’t like her but please don’t kill her)

-that one nurse who’s been in this series for the entire time, love her

-Jackson dancing like Michael Jackson lmfao

-I would never want to see my wives insides god damn

-the fact she can’t concentrate with music is unrelatable

-eyyy Maggie

-Jackson, you’re hovering

-“you’re mad”, “I’m not mad”, “you’re mad”, “okay I am mad”

-meredith is so fucking right

-thatcher my man, breathe

-he was there when Derek died but he didn’t say anything to her because it wouldn’t be for her? Bullshit.

-I might have daddy issues leave me be

-suck and pluck

-Jackson “he’s bopping over my moms spine” Avery

-eyyy Bailey

-I love her

-cow tipping in Kansas

-dozen of sexless men

-“for the record, I do not like you” mood

-where the fuck were Derek and Amelia from again? I thought they were from New York???

-what happened to Addison? Is she still in that practice? She was so awesome I loved her

-mamas boy

- “even if it was my birthday party, she was dancing in the dance floor, I was 16!” Hilarious.

- probably empty dude

-it’s your mom who’s probably gonna die boy, I would be amazed if you didn’t feel something about it

-“for this is gonna hurt like hell” what song is this

-oh this is risky as shit and I’m not a doctor

-don’t make him watch

-Webber shouldn’t be there me vale madre

-this song is is a bop

-dozen of sexless men

-YEET

-“I tried calling you” vete a joder viejo

-I have many feelings

-wolves ate Lexie, remember that

-remember this bastard doesn’t even know his grandkids

-he’s gonna die ain’t he

-Idk man if you had made an effort

-Lexie Grey is my life

- “I have another sister” , “but you and Molly were never close” , “... her name is Maggie”

- This is news for Thatcher

- deadass thought he died for a second there lmfao

-some could say I need to stop typing and actually focusing on the show. Those people are weak, ever heard of multitasking?

-leave Amelia’s height alone

-oh??? Webber got IDEAS

- they got memes of his wife and her mother Jesus Christ

- Wait hold on I always thought Ellis hated Meredith lmfao or at least disliked her a bit

-don’t snap at the nurses they’re doing their job

-oh he’s thinking of his grandkids in his death bed

-he’s dying

-I’m not going to cry for him. I’m not. I’m not. Fuck you show.

-Cat pls

-Ameliaaaaaa

-Awww she grabbed the presents he left for his grandkids

-deadass lmfao

#greys anatomy #spoilers #review #my thoughts #my opinion #ITS MY OPINION meme #lmfao #episode 11 #season 15

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Sims Q & A - The Sims 3

Saw @lyrea do this here, and had to throw my 2 cents in. :P

When did you start playing Sims?

When TS1 first came out. I’d play it at my friend’s house. I got TS2 on console before I finally got a PC I could play bigger games on. I didn’t get committed to the online community until TS3 came out though -- I needed to register it to get Riverview. And the rest is history. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Have you been playing consistently or do you have breaks in between?

With TS3 it’s pretty much a full time thing for me -- I’m always doing something sims related, even if my game isn’t actually running. It’s a lifestyle.

Do your family & friends know that you play The Sims?

Part of why I keep my blog PG-13 is because I always show my family what I’ve been doing in the sims. The day I got my copy we all sat down and made selfie sims together. My mom lurks my gameplay and reads my posts and comes back telling me stuff like -- I didn’t know about that thing you mentioned; what hides in the dark shall come out in the liiiiiight~~!! Or: At first I thought that person with the long hair was a woman, but “Nasir” is a guy’s name so I was confused what IS this?! XD LMFAO.

Do you spend more time in build or live mode? Why?

Build/Buy Mode, always. There’s always some lot I’m building, or redecorating, or something. It’s my favorite part of simming, honestly. It’s very rare that I’ll download/install a lot someone else made, unless I’m just feeling thoroughly lazy or uninspired.

Do you play with supernatural creatures (like Vampires, Werewolves etc.)?

I cannot live without Supernatural; what was I even doing before that EP was released? o_O Witches are hands down my fave. And I’m always using Nraas’ Hybrid mod, to give sims extra abilities. I DO believe in magic!

Do you have one specific family you play with all the time (like a legacy of some sort) or do you rotate between a couple of households?

I never stick to one type of gameplay for very long; I’m always bouncing from one thing to the next. One day I’m here, next day I’m there; then it’s time to make CC, so I have to start a whole new save to create characters from some video game I’m converting from, or something or other. So simming for me never gets old. I never get bored -- I’m just always so tired, or busy, or sidetracked. U_U

Do you like to create your own neighborhoods or do you play with the existing families? Tell us about your progress :)

Most of the time I play in empty worlds, so I don’t have to deal with EA’s stupid townies. Plus it decreases the lag by A LOT. Unless I need a random sim for storytelling/pics, they’re nuked on sight.

Do you create custom content? If so, what keeps you motivated? (If not, would you like to? What stops you from learning it? For players that don’t use mods, why do you stay away from CC?)

I hate making CC. I say this all the time. It’s stressful, annoying and no fun. I do it out of desperation -- there’d be something I really want, no one else’s made it yet, and oftentimes I’d make requests and get nothing but attitude. So I figured out how to make stuff myself. It’s usually not very high quality, but oh well I don’t earn any money; I share in case other people are looking for similar stuff. Next thing I need to learn is Poses -- there's so many I’ve been wanting. Once I do that watch me COME THROUGH on the pose sets, say whaaaat!?

If there was one piece of CC you wish the developers implemented, what would it be?

More things for sims to DO and USE and interact with. We usually go back to the doors on cabinets and cars opening and closing, sure, but beyond that I just wish sims could do more. TS4 jad me jealous over multitasking, for crissakes. Why do sims always stand up to talk on the phone, or use the laptop on the floor rather than on a sofa or in bed? Why can’t we use real makeup kits or vanity tables? Why can’t they do more multicultural things (tribal dances, ikebana/flower arranging, arts & crafts), or medieval-ish things (basket-making, knitting, sculpting at a potter’s wheel, fencing)? URGH.

What other expansion and/or accessories pack do you wish the developers would have come out with?

#5) Indian/Cambodian Jungle Book Realness. #4) Congo/Sahara/Mosi-oa-Tunya Safari Expedition. #3) Steampunk Victorian London. #2) Medieval Scandinavia. #1) Effing Neon City TOKYO/Shinjuku with some Shirakawa pastoral outskirts for good measure. Basically, just making more of those Travel/World Style Sets they had at the Store for like a minute then dropped to do lame stupid crap like Roaring Skies! >_<

I tag anyone and everyone!

#questionnaire #the sims 3 #simblr

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