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Gymnastics Legends (Part 3/): Aliya Mustafina

  • 7 Olympics medals, 11 World medals, and 12 European medals
  • 2x Olympic Champion, 3x World Champion, and 5x European Champion
  • 2010 All Around World Champion
  • 2012 & 2016 Olympic Uneven Bars Champion (the first female gymnast to defend an Olympic event title since Svetlana Khorkina in 1996 & 2000)
  • 2013 Balance Beam World Champion
  • first female gymnast since Simona Amanar (also in 1996 & 2000) to medal in the all around at two consecutive Olympics
  • has a World or Olympic medal in every single final (team, all around, vault, uneven bars, balance beam, and floor exercise)
  • came back from a devastating ACL injury to be the most decorated gymnast at the 2012 Olympic games
  • 2nd most decorated female Russian gymnast of all time
  • tied for the most Olympic medals of any female Russian gymnast
Various couples, summer training

Jack and Bitty

They have different body types and different styles of play, so certain things don’t work. 

“I can’t–it wouldn’t be safe for me to spot that.” Bitty looks at the multiple 25 lb plates balancing Jack’s bar.

“Oh. Sorry.”

Bitty laughs. “Did you forget I’m short?”

Jack likes that he didn’t say weak, because Bitty isn’t weak. If you compare what he lifts to what he weighs he’s actually one of the strongest people on the team, literally. But weights are out.

Cardio, on the other hand…

Bitty sprints to the end of the block and then turns around, laughing. “You’re so slow!” he calls out, an instant before Jack collides with him. “No! No noggies!”

Jack is laughing as he scrubs his hand through Bitty’s hair. This, they can do together.

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Atypical April Week 1: FRIENDSHIPS

Kim smirked down at the tiny girl who had stepped forward. 

”You? What are you, like, 5 years old?” he teased, using his hand to measure her small stature as she continued to grin at him.

“I’m 8, actually. We’re in the same class you know,” she responded, folding her arms. Cocking an eyebrow, she challenged, “I’ll give you a chance to back out, if you’re afraid…”

“Not a chance,” he snapped. He never backed out of a challenge, and he had yet to be beaten at this particular game. He turned to the jungle gym, hands hovering in anticipation at his sides.

Max, another student from their class, stepped forward. “Remember, the person who climbs the highest wins! Ready…set… GO!!”

Kim and the small girl both began climbing, the larger boy having the obvious advantage with his longer reach. He quickly made it to the sixth of the ten level structure, and made himself comfortable. No one had ever made it past the fourth level before except him– so when he looked back to see his opponent already on the fifth level, he was shocked to say the least.

She paused, looking around her in search of her next handhold, and that’s when he noticed she had taken her shoes off and was using her feet to keep a solid grip on the bars. As she made to pull herself up onto the same lever as him, Kim leapt into motion, grabbing the bars right above him and hauling himself upward once more.

They both continued to climb, until they finally reached the ninth level. There was only room for one person on the top, and lightning fast Kim swung up there, knocking his shins in the process. 

Grinning down at the tiny girl still holding tightly to the top bar, he sneered. “Well, looks like I wo–” 

He cut off at the triumphant smirk she leveled at him as she pushed herself up, balancing precariously on the bar– before she grabbed onto his shoulders! He felt himself being pulled off-balance by her meager weight, and quickly grabbed the bar between his legs. Shifting to keep them both from toppling to the ground, Kim felt his eyes widen as she finally settled on top of him, sitting on his backpack and shoulders.

“You were saying?” she sing-songed, and as the reality of the situation hit him, Kim started laughing. He had been out-smarted by the miraculous girl now using him as her personal throne, and for once, he couldn’t be happier to lose a challenge as the call came from the cheering crowd of kids below.

“Marinette WINS!”


For Atypical April, my final piece for week one’s theme FRIENDSHIP!
I decided to do my interpretation of how Kim and Mari first met and became best bro’s XD Hope you enjoyed– I’m not as great a writer when there isn’t a punchline, so please forgive that sad excuse for a drabble XD Dedicated to my darling @mr-hawkmoth– I know she loves these two XD

Next week: LOVE

Here is the post with the link to the prompts!!!
http://baneismydragon.tumblr.com/post/159101233256/atypical-april-complete-prompt-list

New blog on the Gymternet

FINALLY created a stand-alone blog for my obsession with gymnastics. So, if you’re a blog relating to:
-NCAA gymnastics
-Elite Gymnastics
-Rhythmic Gymnastics
-The Final Five
-Etc.
PLEASE reblog/like this so I can follow you!

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Crazy Skills & Combos Gymnasts Have Only Shown in Training (so far) Part 1/: Simone Biles

(L-R): 2 ½ Twist + Front Full + Straddle Jump (FX), Double Twisting Double Layout (Moors, FX), Biles + Punch Front (FX), Triple Twisting Yurchenko (VT), Triple Tuck (TumblTrak), Triple Twisting Double Tuck (TumblTrak), Double Arabian Full Out (TumblTrak), 1 ½ Twisting Double Tuck (Mustafina, UB), Standing Arabian + BHS (BB), Piked Double Arabian (Dos Santos I, TumblTrak), Double Twisting Double Tuck (Fabrichnova, UB), Double Layout + LOSO (TumblTrak), BHS Step-out + BHS Step-out + Triple Twist (BB), Yurchenko Double Tuck (VT), BHS + BHS + Double Twisting Double Tuck (BB), Standing Double Tuck, Full Twisting Double Layout (UB), LOSO + Back Tuck (BB)

In honor of the Olympics…

VOLTRON OLYMPIC AU

  • Shiro is a beach volleyball player.
  • Lance is a swimmer.
  • Keith is a gymnast.
  • Hunk doing weight-lifting
  • Pidge is an archer and one of the youngest in the games.
  • Allura competing in the women’s all-around gymnastics, and Coran is her coach.
  • Keith hanging out at the practice pool because he’s thirsty and watching Lance swim and oh no he’s hot
  • He feels really un-patriotic for rooting for the hot guy and not his own country, but he does it anyway (in his head, of course).
  • No one expects Pidge to win any of their events because they’re a child, but, surprisingly, they come in first place.
  • Allura is very flexible and is best at the balance beam.
  • Keith doing parallel bars and asking Allura to practice with him because she’s pretty much the best out there.
  • She does it, since she’s super nice (and they aren’t competing against each other) and she cheers for him at his competition.
  • He tries hard to make her proud
  • Hunk just completely annihilating the competition
  • Lance nick-naming Pidge “Katniss Everdeen”
  • Shiro getting a bloody nose from getting hit in the face at full force with a volleyball, but finishing the game anyway.
  • Lance having a really strange pre-game ritual of eating an orange slice 45 minute before the game, talking to a picture of his mom and saying that he’ll make her proud, complimenting himself in the mirror, and putting/taking off his goggles 3 times.
  • Allura’s team’s leotards are super sparkly and she looks like a beautiful goddess
  • “You can’t date someone from a different country’s team.”
  • “Fucking witness me”
  • Asexual Shiro “They don’t call me an ace for nothing” (get it??? like… like a good serve-)
  • Lance hits his head on the side of the pool often when he doesn’t pay attention
Auston Matthews - Part 24

Explicit content, beginning marked with “~~” as well as when it ends. 

I exhaust myself but finish my kitchen by the time the game starts, thanks to time zones. I hunt down my box of blankets and snuggle down on the couch with my pups. I get the feeling this is going to become a nightly routine when Auston has a game. Not that I didn’t used to watch the Leafs play, I just usually had something in front of me as well, but now I feel guilty if I don’t watch the game in its entirety. They have a few days before another game, getting a little bit of a break after a tough road trip and Auston will be home in the morning, but I doubt I’ll be able to see him until later tomorrow.

               My eyes are getting heavier and heavier as the game goes on, Toronto taking the early lead. By the time first intermission comes on I have to stumble to my coffee maker and down an expresso. It doesn’t help. So instead I set an alarm on my phone to take a little cat nap before the second period. This does work.

               I’m able to make myself stay awake for the entire game and see him score yet another goal. I purse my lips, deep in thought as I eye the blue jerseys on my screen. I remember telling Auston that I would never wear his jersey when I had first met him, I debate a moment if that still stands true. I decide it does. For now.

               Once the game ends, a close three to two win, I barely manage to text Auston about his game and a goodnight before passing out right there on the couch. My first night in my first house and I don’t even make it to my bedroom.

               The morning sun is unforgiving as it come in through the uncovered windows, the only things that I didn’t have were curtains and blinds. Those were the first things on my list to get after I settle in. I have zero food in my fridge so I settle for a poptart for breakfast and dig my phone out from under the couch cushions and there’s a message from Auston waiting and several snapchats.

               Thanks babe, cant wait to c u tomorrow.

               It was sent at nearly two in the morning. I tap through the snapchats from his teammates, one of them he’s smiling at his phone and Will captioned it “wonder who he could possibly be reading.” I compare the time Will sent me the snap to when Auston texted me and it matches perfectly and I can’t help but grin at myself.

               Call me when you wake up.

               I quickly send to Auston and rub my hands together, wondering which room to move into next. I wander upstairs and into the open sitting room that I’ll probably make into an office, which leads to the bedrooms and bathroom. I nudge open the door to my room and I eye the boxes lined up against every wall and cringe. When did I get so much shit?

               I spend the next hour setting up my bed and getting that made, moving onto the boxes of clothes that are the primary thing taking up all the boxes. My phone goes off around eleven and I answer it quickly.

               “Hello,” I say shyly.

               “First time you’ve answered and it doesn’t sound like a question,” Auston’s groggy voice comes through the phone and I know he must have just woken up.

               “Well this time I knew for sure it would be you,” I laugh into the phone and begin pacing the room, just as I always do on the phone.

               “Valid. How’s the unpacking?”

               “Slow. I have a lot more stuff than I thought,” I again eye the boxes I can still see in the hallway.

               “Well you want some help?” He asks through a yawn.

               “Are you going to help or nap?” I quirk an eyebrow.

               “Probably both,” he answers honestly and I laugh.

               “Fine, though I have no food beside fruit snacks and poptarts, so if you’re hungry you better eat at home,” I add, my own stomach grumbles and I wonder if I’m close to any delivery places.

               “I’ll bring lunch, what do you want?” Auston asks and I wonder if he heard my stomach through the phone.

               “I don’t care, I’m not in a sub mood so anything but that,” I say and I wait for him to complain that I’m one of those people who don’t like making decisions.

               “Okay, pizza good?” He asks and I blink in surprise.

               “Pizza’s perfect,” I smile. “I’ll text you my address.”

               “Alright, I’ll be there in about an hour,” I can hear him rustling his sheets and I know he’s getting up.

               “Can’t wait,” I say shyly again, a blush creeping into my cheeks.

               “Make that thirty minutes,” he says and I giggle.

               I say goodbye and hang up, I should go shower but I grab one more box and get set on unpacking the clothes in that one as well. I finish my sixth box when I hear a knock on the door downstairs. I startle and glance at the clock I just finish hanging on the wall and panic. It’s been exactly a half hour and I’m still in the clothes I wore yesterday. I contemplate for a moment before hurrying down the stairs.

               “Coming!” I call and my two dogs come barreling down the stairs with me. I frown wondering how they will react to Auston. I calm them down, taking a collar in either hand before opening the door with my elbow. There standing impeccably dressed and holding two pizza boxes in his hands is the boy I’ve been thinking about since I left Toronto.

               He blinks down at me and eyes my dogs a bit warily and I slowly let them go.

               “Hi,” I murmur, suddenly very aware that my hair is knotted in a lopsided bun on my head, my shirt has holes in it and my jeans are barely jeans, too many rips and holes to count. Then I notice that stupid hat on his head and I know I look better than he does.

               Auston doesn’t say anything but grabs me with his free hand and pulls me to him. I meet his lips all too willingly and his mouth coaxes mine open, at least I brushed my teeth. His grabs a handful of my shirt, causing the back to creep up and expose my skin, I shiver from both the touch and the cold air that hits my bare skin. I place my hands on his stomach and marvel at the solidness of him. By the time we pull away from each other there is not a single breathe left in my body.

               “Hi,” he says against my lips and my face turns crimson.

               “You can take a lot more road trips if that’s how you’ll greet me every time,” I manage to get out, my breathing still out of control.

               Auston gives me a grin and steps into the house once I step back, my two dogs dancing in circles around him.

               “At least they like me,” Auston says, keeping the pizza above his shoulder.

               “I think it’s the pizza, bud,” I laugh and show him into the kitchen. He follows behind, his eyes roaming around my house. “I’ll show you the house later. I’m starving.”

               I grab two plates and slide them onto the counter, balancing myself on a bar stool, Auston sits next me and we dive into the boxes. I let out a groan of satisfaction and close my eyes.

               “Warm food!”

               Auston laughs beside me, “You’ve been here less than 24 hours…”

               “Seems like 24 years,” I groan again, taking another embarrassingly large bite.

               We sit in comfortable silence for a few minutes, I devour two pieces by the time he finishes his first and I’m already reaching into the box again.

               “How was your trip, besides the hockey part,” I ask, wiping at my face with a napkin.

               “Better now that I’m home,” Auston shrugs and I frown.

               “What do you mean?”

               “I enjoy going to different cities, but I’m always happier to come home, this time especially,” he glances at me and my face heats up again.

               “So you did miss me,” I nudge him with my foot and he rolls his eyes.

               “Don’t get a big head,” he mutters and I giggle.

               “Nah, yours is big enough for the both of us,” I reply, taking another bite and Auston raises his eyebrows at me, a smirk playing on his face. “What?” I ask through a mouthful and then the double meaning hits me like a rock and I punch at his arm. “Stop that!”

               Auston laughs and finishes his second piece. He eyes the almost empty box now. “Glad I got two.”

               I wonder if I should be embarrassed but I could not care less. “I told you I was hungry!”

               Auston laughs and down his third piece, matching me.

               “Alright, tour time,” I say, going to the sink and rinsing my hands off, drying them on a towel. “Come on,” I touch his arm and step around him.

               He follows behind me as I take him into the dining room that has a table and chairs with about twenty boxes on and around it.

               “I don’t know how I’ll ever get everything put away,” I scowl at the boxes, wishing they would unpack themselves.

               “Was there anything in the house before you came or did you bring everything?” Auston asks, his eyes darting around still.

               “Not a single thing but the barstools and big kitchen stuff, like the fridge and stove,” I run my hand along the table and lead him into the adjourning back porch room, enclosed with windows on three sides, I’m surprised it’s not very drafty. There’s another bathroom and what could be used as a bedroom aside from the living room which Auston already saw.

               I bring him upstairs and through the two spare bedrooms and a bathroom before walking into my bedroom and I automatically go to the box that I had been working on when Auston got here.

               “My room,” I say obviously and suddenly feel unbearably shy and busy myself with organizing my socks into their rightful drawer.

               Auston remains silent as he wanders around the room, half unpacked. I peek at him in the reflection of my vanity mirror, his expression unreadable and I squirm a little. He steps in front of my T.V stand, which was what I started with earlier because it was the easiest. Picking up one of the photos that I placed there just an hour earlier. I know it’s the one with my parents and Auston’s parents at my high school graduation.

               Like always, he seems to feel my stare and his eyes raise to meet mine the mirror. I give him a sad smile and look back down at my hands, trying to make myself put the socks that I’m currently holding into the drawer. They don’t listen. I’m too busy trying to keep back my tears.

               Within seconds one of Auston’s hands is on the small of my back, his face just below mine as he kneels on the floor beside my stool.

               “Hey, don’t cry. I didn’t mean to make you sad,” he says gently and he grabs my chin, making me look at him. His eyes are soft, just like the small smile tugging the corner of his mouth.

               “I know you didn’t,” I whisper, willing the tear that’s threatening to fall free to stay right there.

               “Then why are you so sad?” He runs his thumb across my bottom lip and my lips part under his touch.

               “I just forgot that on top of being far away from my parents, I’m now an additional five hours away from Alex,” I whine and the tear finally falls. Auston is quick to wipe it away and I can tell he’s trying not to laugh.

               “Oh Y/N,” he says gently and gets to his feet, pulling me with him and against his chest. I don’t sob, but I do cry.

               “I’m an emotional person, okay,” I say, my voice muffled by his chest and I inhale deeply, remembering how much I missed his smell.

               “I gathered that,” Auston muses and with very little effort, he gently lifts me and he carries me to my bed. Lying me down and then sprawling out beside me. I wiggle myself back over to him, nestling into the crook of his shoulder, he rubs my back gently and I let my tears dry themselves. My eyes wander to his face and he continues staring up at my ceiling, I can see wheels turning in his brain. I take the distraction as a moment to appreciate his beauty, I look at his neck and notice a few freckles I hadn’t before, along with a small cut just under his jaw.

               My eyes travel to his mouth and the surprising fullness of his lips fascinates me. I realize I’m staring much harder than I initially thought when the corners of his mouth quirk up and my eyes flash to his, an amused look in his brown eyes. I blush and he laughs out loud this time.

               “You blush a lot,” he says and I roll my eyes, embarrassed.  

               “It’s in my genes, my mom blushes constantly too, don’t flatter yourself,” I snap at him which makes his laugh harder and the whole bed vibrates. Though for some reason he doesn’t stop laughing, most likely finding my embarrassment hilarious. I scowl at him and wait for him to quite laughing, but he doesn’t.

               “Auston…” I say after a good ten seconds.

               “Auston!” I snap again, lifting my head off his shoulder and glaring at him.

               I don’t bother saying his name a third time. Instead, I reach other and grab his chin, angling his face to mine and I cover his mouth with mine. Finally, he shuts up.

               Auston’s lips respond to mine and soon enough I’m getting a better taste of his intoxicating mouth, he tastes just like I remember; fruity with something sweet. I tell myself to pull away before this gets out of hand, but my body doesn’t respond. Instead I let him push my back into my pillows, he rolls to his side, hovering slightly over me and trailing his hand down to my hip.

               Again, I tell myself to stop it but I don’t listen. I grab a handful of his shirt and shimmy my way farther under his body. Slowly running my hand down to the waistband of his pants, I find the end of his shirt and raise my hand up underneath it, my fingers grazing his stomach. He makes a noise above me and my resolve completely breaks, I’m aching for his touch.

               “Auston,” I breathe, my lips leaving his and brushing against his jaw. “Touch me, please,” I whisper. His body goes still above me and a grin breaks out across his face.

               “What was that?” He asks and I know full well he knows exactly what I said.

               “Touch me,” I whisper again, tugging at his shirt impatiently.

               “Only took two weeks for you to ask,” he mutters, his lips finding mine again, this time much more roughly.

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               I tug once again at his shirt, this time be obliges and breaks away from me for just a moment to pull the shirt over his head and toss it to the side. Auston’s mouth then goes to my neck as I take my time exploring his skin with my hands. A moan escapes my mouth when he nips at my neck and I can’t even focus long enough to blush. Auston seems to take that as encouragement because his hand too sneaks under my shirt and up my stomach to my chest, undoing my front clasping bra faster than I would have thought possible. Oh!

               My breathing is erratic as I try to focus on anything else besides his hand moving against my bare skin. I finally get my body to respond to my wishes and I grab a handful of his hair, forcing his lips back to mine. He wastes no time and nudges my legs father apart with his knee, settling himself between them and holding his upper body up with his free arm. I raise one of my knees and rest it against his side. My hand seems to get a mind of its own and wanders back down to a place that I’ve become quite familiar with.

               “Nuh uh,” Auston scolds, taking his hand from out of under my shirt and taking my wrist instead, bringing it to his hand that’s holding most of his body weight off of me.

After making sure I couldn’t wiggle my wrist free, he turns his attention back to my mouth and his now free hand snakes its way down my side to my hip again, shifting his weight slightly so he’s against my side. I can feel him against my hip and I resist the urge to try and wiggle my hand free.

“Remember what I told you,” Auston whispers against my lips. “Payback is a bitch.”

My breath gets caught in my throat as his hand brushes against the waistband of my old, ratty jeans. I can feel his smile against my neck as I shiver with anticipation. He makes good of his word and takes his time brushing his fingers against my bare skin right above the button of my jeans and I instinctively react which makes him smile every time.

“Auston,” I whine and he finally gives in.

He quickly makes work of my button and zipper, dipping his hand down the front of my jeans and I moan, though he hasn’t even touched me yet, still intent on teasing me into oblivion.

“You suck,” I manage to get out, closing my eyes and turning my head away from him. He only laughs against my throat and inches my panties to the side. Auston seems to think that it’s now safe to let go of my hand he was holding prisoner and uses it to bend my knee up against his side again. Using this new leverage his finger brushes against me and my hips move on their own accord. After a few more teasing strokes he slowly slips a finger in.

I let out a moan at the same time he lets out a low hiss in my ear. I claw at the bed spread on either side of me as his starts a slow, rhythmic movement. I turn my head to the side, hiding my face against his chest and pulls my hair to make me look back up at him.

“Not as fun being taken advantage of in an emotional state is it?’ Auston asks me, his breath tickling my face and I refuse to answer him, only giving him the satisfaction of another small moan as he adds a second finger. My pulse hammers in my chest and I don’t understand how it doesn’t lift me out of my bed.

“Auston,” I whimper, all pride gone. I just need relief.

“What?” He asks and I don’t have to look to know there’s a smirk on his face.

“Please,” I whimper again and he roughly kisses my mouth again, pressing his thumb down as well as quicken his movements and I rocket into space. My moan is muffled by his mouth and he continues his movement until I float back down from the clouds, kissing my cheeks and jaw gently until I’m able to open my eyes again to give him a lazy smile.

~~

“Now you really can go on road trips as much as you want as want,” I murmur up to him and he laughs.

“I don’t think I’ll be spending any more time out of Toronto than I can manage from now on,” Auston says and I grin at him. I glance at his still bare chest and grin.

“I still got more clothes off of you than you did me,” I tease.

“Yeah? Do me a favor and sit up,” Auston quirks an eyebrow down at me and I go to sit up and remember my bra.

“That doesn’t count,” I mumble, and quickly clasp it back.

“I think it does,” Auston laughs and leans down, placing a gently kiss on my lips.

I let him and then push him onto is back, climbing on top of him.

“Now that you’ve had your fun,” I breathe down at him and his eyes narrow. “It’s time…” I lean down farther, my lips at his ear. “To get to work,” I finish and bound off of him, grabbing the closest box and setting it on his lap, making him grunt.

               “I think I have my work cut out with you,” Auston says under his breath and I’m not entirely sure I was meant to hear.

Great Chemistry (Part 2)

Summary: After years of auditions and small acting jobs, you finally get picked to play the female lead in a major spy movie: Rogue Agency. Suddenly you find out that the actor playing the male lead and love interest is none other than Sebastian Stan himself. Throughout the story you go through the motions of filming a movie and come to find out that you and Seb have great chemistry. Do you take the leap and let yourself fall in love with your costar?

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Word Count: 3,197

Warnings: Fluff, cussing (?), fake violence (you’ll get it)

A/N: Okay, I lied. I’m posting sooner than I thought lol, but I’m sure that will make you guys happy haha. This one is a bit longer because I was super into writing it and couldn’t stop like all day. I hope I do Sebastian justice I love him so much. 

Part 1 

Originally posted by vintagefangirll

A few weeks after the table reading…

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Logan Paul's Assistant AU - Jack Avery (Part II)

Rating: PG

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“Okay, so, now we head down to the studio, where we’ll record,” Logan tells the boys, but you stay right next to them.

“Are we shooting any of the video today?” Daniel asks.

Logan nods. “Yes, a lot, I think. If we’re going to beat Jake in this, we have to finish it.”

Corbyn raises his hand as a joke, but Logan still calls on him. To you, these six have a better relationship than any of Jake and his friends.

“Yes, Corbyn.”

“What’s for lunch?”

Everyone bursts into laughter, and you even have to put your hands over your mouth to keep from giggling. Corbyn looks around.

“That’s a serious question,” he says. “My breakfast was slim.”

Without thinking, you remember something.

“I have granola bars in my car,” you tell him. “I always had to carry them around for my last, uh, last boss, if you-”

“Yes!” Corbyn throws his hands up. “Which one’s your car?”

You drink down a little bit from his excitement, and Jack pushes his friend back.

“Dude, you’re scaring her,” he tells Corbyn. He turns to you. “Don’t trust him with the keys.”

You look at him. “I’m not going to trust you, either.”

“Oooh,” all the boys chorus (along with Logan) as Jack smiles at you.

“Touché.” He puts his hands up. “You got me there.”

You look at Logan. “Can I go get those or-”

“What’re you asking me for?” He asks. “You can do whatever you want.”

Your eyes go wide, and you stand still for a moment.

“But I’m-”

“-my assistant when I need you,” he tells you. “Right now, I have five of you. Go get the bars.”

You nod and look around, trying to remember how you came in. You start to walk to a hallway when hands come on your shoulders. You flinch but find out it’s only Jack.

“Ease up,” he tells you. “You we’re just going the wrong way.”

You got red in the face and nod before heading the way he turns you. You head through the house and to the front door, unlocking your car from afar. When you get there, you open the trunk and grab the box that holds smaller boxes of Nature Valley granola bars, balancing them on one arm as you close your trunk. You lock your car and head back towards the house, thankful that someone sees you and opens the door wide for you to go through. You thank them and head back to Logan and the others.

“-and apparently, we’re the ‘Walmart One Direction’,” Zach says to Logan’s camera solemnly.

All of a sudden, the five burst into a song, singing, “You’re not so perfect, you’re not so perfect” over and over.

You’re amazed by their harmonies, which are much smoother and gentler than Jake’s fake ones. You stay in the background until Corbyn spots you.

“Food!” He runs towards you and looks in the box, then back up at you.

“Do you have, like, every kind of Nature Valley bar in here?” You nod. He smiles widely. “Guys! This girl is gold!”

“I agree.” Jack smiles at you, and you look down, blushing.

“You guys do realize this is our house and we have food here we can eat,” Daniel says.

Corbyn waves it off as he takes a bite out of a granola bar. “There’s too many people in the kitchen.”

Daniel rolls his eyes but still grabs a bar.

“What’d ya guys say to Y/N?” Logan asks.

“Thanks, Y/N,” Jonah says to you.

“Yeah, thank you,” Zach adds.

“You’re the best, Y/N.” Corbyn takes another bite of his granola bar before giving you a hug.

“Thank you for the food, Y/N.” Daniel smiles. “And sorry for Corbyn.”

Jack ruffles your kinky-curly hair. “It’s great to have you, Y/N. thanks.”

You nod and shake your curls out, causing the boys to chuckle at you before Logan looks at you.

“So, boys, why don’t you serenade Y/N with your new single?” All five look extremely excited.

“Yes!” They all stay quite as Daniel grabs his guitar and they start.

“Look at us,” Daniel sings. “We could paint the perfect picture. About us, from your head to toe I’ll feature.”

Zach now steps out of the line. “They follow us. Yeah, we make them believe it’s fiction. They believe it, so I guess it must be real.”

Jack takes a step up as Zach steps back. “I can read your mind, I know what you’re thinking.”

The way he looks at you makes you warm inside, yet silly at the same time for thinking ridiculous stuff.

“I could spend my time, feeling all the reasons.” He winks at you, and you blush again.

The rest of the song goes by until they end it, and you set down the box you clap a little for them.

Logan aims his camera towards you. “So, Y/N, your former boss was my little sister, right?”

“Yes,” you reply as you bite your lip.

“Well, one a scale of one to ten, who sings better? These handsome boys-” he motions to the five “-or your former employer?”

You scoff. “That isn’t even a fair competition. They can actually keep a beat!”

“Ooh!” The boys all smile and laugh as you realize what you just said. You cover your mouth, but Logan holds up his hand for a high-five. Of course, you give him one.

“Sick burn, bro, from a girl you fired for what?” Logan looks at you.

“I, uh, I wouldn’t help him diss someone with more talent in their pinky than he has in his whole body.”

“Ooh! Another sink burn! Take that little bro!”

•••

End of Part II

Sweet, Sweet Victory

You’re a could’ve-been Olympic gymnastics champion now training someone else for the US team. He’s the current Women’s Head Coach who wants to take over her training. You two have a competition to decide who gets their way.

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“Fuck You for It”

author: sugardaddytonystark (formerly buckysbackpackbuckle)
pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader
word count: 5186
author’s note: I threw a little bit of the movie Stick It in here too for plot reasons. I hope you don’t mind!

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Gymnastics Legends (Part 2/): Simone Biles, the greatest female gymnast of all time

  • the first female gymnast to sweep the major all around titles (Worlds & Olympics) in a quad (2013-2016)
  • 5 Olympic medals and 14 World medals
  • 4x Olympic Champion and 10x World champion
  • has been a World or Olympic champion in vault, balance beam, and floor exercise
  • swept every major floor title this quad
  • shares the record for the most gold medals by a female gymnast in a single Olympic games
  • 4x US National Champion (2013, 2014, 2015, 2016)
  • most decorated American gymnast of all time
  • has her own eponymous skill, the “Biles,” or a double layout with ½ turn
Come A Little Bit Closer You’re My Type of Man

fandom: Guardians of the Galaxy 
pairing/warnings: Yondu x Reader self insert
author’s notes: this is 110% @dynamate​‘s fault 

summary: explicit Yondu x Reader. There’s a bar fight, Yondu makes a dad joke, and I stole a line from To Have and Have Not.

also on AO3

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Interesting Girl

DC (Suicide Squad) One Shot

Characters: [FEMALE] Reader x Joker

Warnings: alcohol consumption, violence and swearing

Request: “Hey could I get a one shot where the joker sees the reader at the club and is fascinated by her, he starts keeping an eye on her but when another mob boss goes to kidnap her because she owes them something like money, she starts kicking ass. The joker realizes that he was not stalking a regular girl but a badass mutant, which makes him obsessed with her? Ty” - anonymous

Word Count: 1,363

A/N: hope this was alright !!

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TF/AA/EF Qualifiers 2017 Chinese National Games

The list of qualifiers for the team and individual finals :)

Team final

All-around final

Vault final

Uneven bars final

Balance beam final

Floor exercise final

*It’s a lot of translating and typing so I hope there isn’t any mistake

Black History Month: NCAA Gymnasts

February 1st- Aja Sims (Alabama) 

Aja Sims (born October 4th 1995) is a former level 10 gymnast, who is currently a senior at the University of Alabama, majoring in exercise science. She did her club training at Brandy Johnson’s Global Gymnastics under Kelly Pitzen and Brandy Johnson. 

Pre-collegiate Achievements:

  • 2012 JO All-Around, Balance Beam and Uneven Bars National Champion 
  • 2011-2012 JO National Junior Olympic Team Member
  • Graduated from high school early to join Alabama team in January 2014

Collegiate Bests:

  • Vault: N/A
  • Bars: 9.950
  • Beam: 9.975
  • Floor: 9.975

Collegiate Achievements (to date):

  • Named to the President’s list her sophomore and junior years (4.0 GPA)
  • SEC Freshman of the Week (2/18/2014)
  • 2014 NCAA Seattle Regional Beam Champion

anonymous asked:

Hi! I love your writing! I also love Clarke and Murphy bromances. Can you do a bellarke fic with over protective Murphy? Thank you!

Thanks for the prompt, anon! I hope you like it :)

ao3


“Will it help at all if I ask you to be nice?”

Murphy gives her his best sardonic expression. “When am I ever not, Princess?”

“I’m never gonna live that nickname down,” she grumbles, drumming her fingers on the table anxiously. “I should have waited until Wells could be here. Then at least I’d have someone I knew I could count on to be personable.”

“Yeah, that’s a good idea. Wells and I are a volatile combination on our own; why not add your new boyfriend to the mix? Trial by fire is a thing, right?”

Wells is Clarke’s best friend from childhood, and he’s never been Murphy’s biggest fan. Nor vice versa. Things might have been different if his dad wasn’t the guy who’d pressed charges and put Murphy in juvie. If Murphy didn’t see Jaha prime every time he looked at junior, if junior didn’t see a delinquent every time he looked at Murphy. But their personalities differ enough that Murphy isn’t convinced it’s only his past that dampens what Clarke wishes would be a budding friendship.

They do okay sometimes, but she usually ends up keeping them separate.

“Not my preferred tactic,” she shoots back, but her tension has deflated a bit. “Seriously, though. How worried should I be that you’ll start a bar fight tonight?”

“How worried should I be that your new boyfriend is a dick?“ She gives him a look and he rolls his eyes. “I promise I will at least attempt this thing you call good behavior.”

“That’s all I ask,” she says, cracking a smile. “There might even be a gold star in it for you.”

“Shut up, Princess.”

He wanders over to the bar, fixing himself another drink while Gina is busy with some patrons. By the time he gets back to the booth, there’s a guy with floppy brown hair with his arm around Clarke. She’s not pulling away or anything, so Murphy figures this must be the boyfriend. He looks exactly like someone Murphy would ignore on the street trying to get him to donate to whales or Greenpeace or some shit like that, but hey. Maybe that does it for her.

“Here you go,” he says to announce his presence, sliding her drink across the table.

“Cider?”

“Yeah.” He eyes the boyfriend, who is clearly sizing him up. “Sorry, man. Didn’t know what you liked.”

“Nah, it’s cool. I don’t really drink.” He extends the hand not resting on Clarke’s shoulder. “I’m Finn.”

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  • Victor: There's no coffee.
  • Yuuri: ...That's not funny.
  • Victor: I can get you herbal tea.
  • Yuuri: This is not a herbal tea morning, this is a coffee morning.
  • Victor: Every morning for you is a coffee morning.
  • Yuuri: This is a jumbo coffee morning. I need coffee in an I.V.
  • Victor: I can give you tea and a balance bar.
  • Yuuri: Please, please, PLEASE, tell me you're kidding!
  • Victor: I'm kidding. *goes to get the coffee*
  • Yuuri: You're sick!
  • Victor: Yup!
  • Yuuri: You're a sadist, you're a fiend! *Victor comes out with the pot of coffee* YOU'RE PRETTY!