i hate your team why do i love you


Pairing: Scott x Reader


Could you do one for Scott? Maybe about him and the reader fangirling over Captain and then they just casually decide to go out or something?

Scott has created a chatroom.

Scott has invited Y/N.


Scott: Cap invited me to train with him. You jelly?

Y/N: He invited me to train with him too! You’re not so special, Lang.


Y/N: Scott. That’s a bit creepy, don’t you think?

Scott: Oh. I… I didn’t think so, but now that you mention it…

Y/N: I’m going to have to let Steve know.

Scott: Wait, Y/N, no, please!

Y/N: He’s not going to approve.


Y/N: I’m messing with you, lol.

Scott: I was shaking!



Y/N: We’re so getting kicked off the team if he finds out about our lil club.

Scott: Like that would stop us from stanning him.

Scott: you when you see Cap


Y/N: A rare pic of me trying to stop you from doing something stupid when Steve acknowledges your presence.


Phil has joined the chat.

Phil: Hello, amateurs.

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Dance/Music AU's
  • I’m a pole dance teacher and you show me up on your first day??
  • We met at a workshop and next year I switch instruments to play and learn with you. Turns out I’m terrible at it.
  • Your a street musician and everyday I pass by and pay you. Now your playing my favorite songs and looking at me funny? 
  • I hate any dance, but you love it and try to teach me. deAR GOD HOW DO LEGS WORK?
  • You play football and it’s homecoming as you go to the bench you hear me and my friend complain about how the players are ruining the marching band field. You agree??? 
  • Our dance team has a losing streak,but you’re at every competition??
  • Dear GOD why do you cheer so LOUD???


  • I march and you’re in color guard AND WHATEVER HAPPENS ON THE BAND BUS STAYS ON THE BAND BUS
  • We order too much after a big win and food isn’t allowed on the bus. So who’s bag is this going in?
Don’t Say Anything (part 4)

Summary: You finally decide to tell Bucky that you’ve been in love with him since the day you met but what happens when you walk in on him with a girl? And not just any girl; Natasha.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: ye good ol’ angst

A/N: Welpsssss ‘Don’t Say Anything’ won over ‘Tainted Love’ I’m sooorrryyyyyy. Anyways, I hope ya enjoy! Will edit lateeerrrrr

Two weeks have flown by since the day at the zoo and you’ve kept your distance from both Bucky and Nat. You didn’t completely shut them out, just anytime they wanted to do something with you, you’d make up some believable excuse.

You spent most of your time in your room being a depressed fish, the other members of the team coming to check up on you every now and then. It sucked. Why must feelings exist?

“Hey kiddo,” you can hear Tony say from the other side of the door.

“Come in.” you sigh, laying on your side, wrapped up like a burrito. You feel like trash and you look like trash.

The door opens and Tony frowns. “Dinners ready. You’re eating with us. I won’t take no for an answer.”


“I won’t take no for an answer.” he repeats.

You sigh. “Why do you hate me so much.”

“I don’t hate you, I love you which is why I’m making you come out and eat with us.” he gives you a small smile. “Come on, I’m tired of seeing you so sad. You hardly come out of your room now, what’s going on?”

He shuts the door and sits down on the floor in front of you.


“If it wasn’t nothing I wouldn’t be sitting in here with you right now, so tell me.”

“I just - I don’t want to talk about it.” you shut your eyes. “Please don’t make me talk about it.”

The last part came out as a whimper and it made Tony frown even more. He moved the blanket from your head and threaded his fingers into your hair. “I won’t make you talk about it. But just know that I’m here if you want to talk. I won’t judge you or anything.”

You hum as he scratched your head softly. “You’re such a dad.”

Tony chuckled. “A good looking dad, right?”

“You wish.” you scoffed.

Tony smiled and stood up from the floor, removing his hand from your head in the process and causing you to open your eyes. “Come on, I’ll even serve you your plate.”

“Is this a trick?” you question.

“I know, I know, I’m actually being nice for once, call the police.” he playfully rolled his eyes. You laugh and sit up, wrapping your little blanket over your head. You follow Tony into the kitchen where everyone was, talking and what not. No one had sat down at the table yet so you make your way over to a chair and sit down, clutching your blanket tighter to your body.

Bucky and Natasha were sitting on the couch only a few feet away, sitting ever so close to each other. You wanted to go back to your room. You wanted to be anywhere but here - anywhere as long as those two weren’t there. Your heart was broken enough.

“Alright you little assholes, come sit down, dinners ready!” Sam announced. Bucky and Nat look over their shoulders and when Bucky sees you he stands up, quickly making his way over to you to claim the seat beside you. You don’t look at him. You can’t. But you know he’s looking at you.

Natasha sits down in front of you and you want to melt into a puddle. How are you supposed to survive this dinner with Bucky next to you and Natasha in front of you? Does the world really hate you that much?

You watch everyone serve themselves, talking about god knows what, you’re tuning everyone out. You just want to get this over and done with so that you can go back to your room and wrap yourself up into a burrito again. Tony places a plate in front of you, telling you to eat and you sigh.

While everyone seemed to be engaged in a conversation about something, you stay quiet, eating your food. As if the gods above didn’t want it to go that way, Bucky leans in towards you.

“What’s going on, baby doll?” he says for only you to hear.

“Nothing, why?” you respond, continuing to pick at your food.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in weeks, Y/N. Are you purposely ignoring me?”

“I’ve been busy, James.” you sigh.

“So you are ignoring.” he nods. “That’s just great.”

You roll your eyes. “Not everything is about you, Bucky.”

“It’s the guy huh? The one you like?”

He’s looking at you and god do you want to look at him too. But you can’t or else you’ll break down and you can’t break down. Not in front of everyone. Not during dinner.

Bucky scoffed. “I can’t believe you’re still sulking about this asshole, Y/N.”

“You don’t understand, Bucky.” you try to remain calm. “I’ve liked this guy for years. It’s gonna take a while till I’m over him.”

“Will you just tell me who he is? I just wanna talk to him.” he says and you shut your eyes.

“Can we just not talk about it, please?” again, you whimper. Bucky feels a bit of anger towards this guy.

“Alright, we won’t talk about it, for now.” he nods. “On another note, Nat and I have an announcement.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah so say tuned.” he then cleared his throat. “Guys, Nat and I have something to say.” and it was quiet. They all looked at Bucky, waiting for him to go on. He looks at Nat and smiles. “We wanted to tell you guys when we were all together.” Bucky licks his lips. “Nat and I are dating.”

And just like that, you lost all hope. You felt sick. You didn’t want to be there anymore. You didn’t want to be that close to Bucky or that close to Natasha. Congratulations went around as well as “finally!” and you felt even more sick.

You quickly stand up, grabbing everyone’s attention before muttering something about not feeling good. Without waiting for a response from someone, you make a beeline for your room, shutting the door and rushing into the bathroom. You hold onto the sides of the sink and breathe. In and out, in and out. You splash some water on your face and take a deep breath.

You should have just stayed in your room. Why didn’t you just stay in your room? You can’t get hurt in your room, your room loves you. Chewing on your bottom lip, you exit the bathroom, being startled by Wanda who was sitting down on your bed.

“Shit Wanda, you scared me.” you breathe out, clutching your chest. “What are you doing here?”

“It’s Bucky.” she says. Your blood runs cold.


“The guy you like, it’s Bucky.” she spoke and your eyes swell with tears.

“How did you find out?”

Wanda stands up. “Please don’t be mad at me.” she says. “After you ran off, I knew something was wrong. I hate seeing you so sad and broken, Y/N. You’re my best friend. So I.. Listened in on your thoughts.”

“That’s an invasion of my privacy, Wanda!” your tears fall from your eyes.

“I know but I wasn’t going to sit around and watch you be sad, Y/N. You were never going to tell me any of this. I want to help because I hate seeing you sad.” she responds. Your lip quivers.

“I don’t know what to do.” you cry, eyes blurring with tears. Wanda engulfs you. “Why am I not good enough? Is there something wrong with me? Am I not attractive? I’ve been there for him since day one, Wanda. I thought he liked me, at least a little bit. But of course, he likes Nat. Everyone does. I was so stupid to think that-”

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t talk like that.” she tells you. “Don’t do this to yourself, Y/N. Don’t put yourself down. There’s someone out there who’s dying to be with you, you just have to wait it out. Don’t let this affect the rest of your life.”

You hold back a sob. “I hate feeling this way. Everything hurts.”

“I know.” she sighs, rubbing your back. “I know.”

The two of you stay like that for a bit while you calm down. It seems like all you’ve been doing is crying. You hate it. Suddenly your door opens, standing there is Bucky, a worried look etched on his face.

A/N: I know these parts are really short but just bear with me okay? Anyways, tell me what ya think.


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Scorpius chats with Ron
  • Rose invited Scorpius over for the afternoon one summer to have dinner with them, but Ron insisted on having a chat with him because he thought they were dating, even though Rose insisted that they were not. So, Scorpius sat down and talked to Ron and...
  • Ron: What’s your full name?
  • Scorpius: Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy. Some people call me Scorp.
  • Ron: I hear you tease Rose sometimes.
  • Scorpius: Um... *rubs the back of his neck* I used to in first to third year, but we're friends now. I promise I won't do it anymore. Posie- I mean, Rose- is so funny when she's angry, that's all.
  • Ron: So, Scorpius, you’re how old now? *looking gruff and like he’ll shoot Scorpius*
  • Scorpius: Fourteen, sir.
  • Ron: Fourth year, hm?
  • Scorpius: Yep. Same year as Rose. OWLs will be next year, so I’m pretty nervous. I know Posie will do well though, she’s brilliant.
  • Ron: Yes, well, she’s her mother’s daughter. *chuckles* What’s your favourite subject?
  • Scorpius: Potions, because Dad taught me. But Charms is fun when Posie helps me out.
  • Ron: What do you want to be when you grow up?
  • Scorpius: Maybe a Professor. I love Hogwarts. I'm not as good at it, but I think that I’d like to teach Transfiguration though, it’s so cool. McGonagall’s my favourite teacher.
  • Ron: I see. And what about your father and mother, do you get along with them?
  • Scorpius: Well- this is rare, but it happens - Dad loses his temper. He’ll snap at me and Mum. Mum annoys me from time to time. She’s a stickler for dressing up and being clean and all that.
  • Ron: My mum was like that and now my wife is too. Terrible fate, I’ve got.
  • Hermione: I HEARD THAT!
  • Scorpius: *laughs*
  • Ron: You like Wizard chess?
  • Scorpius: Yes, Al and I play all the time in the Slytherin common room.
  • Ron: Really? *chuckles* Reminds me of me and Harry. And what about Quidditch? Do you play?
  • Scorpius: No, sir. I like to watch, though. James is really good and so is that Zabini bloke from my house. And I really love the Chud-
  • Ron: *screams at him and flails his arms* CHUDLEY CANONS?!
  • Scorpius: *looking scared* Uh... y-yeah... it’s my... um...favourite team. Why? Is... is that bad? I'm s-sorry.
  • Ron: *shakes his hand* Welcome to the family!
  • Scorpius: What? But I’m...
  • Ron: My son!
  • Hugo: DAD?!
  • Ron: You Puddlemore supporter!
  • Scorpius: Puddlemore? Hugo, are you off your rockers?
  • Ron: I love this one. I love him. *hugs Scorpius*
  • Scorpius: But sir, Rose and I aren’t even dating. She’s my friend.
  • Ron: What do you think of her?
  • Scorpius: Well... she’s respectable and funny and kind and brave and... *blushes just a bit* maybe a teensy bit pretty?
  • Ron: ROSE!
  • Rose: Yes, Dad? Is dinner ready? I was just working on my History of Magic assignment and I-
  • Ron: You marry this one, okay? *pats him on the back and squeals* He likes Chudley Canons!
  • Rose: What?!
  • Scorpius: What?!
  • Ron: I give up all the things I said about you never marrying a Malfoy. Just go ahead, fall in love! *pushes him towards her* So long as he keeps loving Chudleys. Say, what was your favourite game?
  • Scorpius: But sir...?
  • Ron: *grinning like a fool* Which one? Come on, then.
  • Scorpius: 1988 Winter Games. I saw it on tape with Dad.
  • Ron: I’m calling Draco on the pellyphone to arrange a marriage.
  • Hermione: What? Ron, you can’t! Rose needs to make her own choices. Plus, you hated the Malfoys, why do you change your mind over a Quidditch team?
  • Rose: Dad, I don't want to have an arranged marriage!
  • Ron: *ignoring them* Hello, Malfoy? I’d like to ask a favour...
  • Rose: Um... sorry, my family’s crazy. *blushing*
  • Scorpius: Yep, I can see that. I don’t mind. *smiles at her*
I Love You

Request: Hello! Could you write a peter x reader fic where the reader is one of the avengers and she and peter are best friends and she’s like really sassy/spicy and doesn’t like to show too much emotion? They go to a mission and she does something wrong and civilians get hurt. When they get back to the avengers tower she starts crying and tries to hide it because she doesn’t want to “seem weak”, but Peter tries to comfort her and confesses his feelings for her and just lots of fluff at the end❤ thank u❤ 

Warnings: None.


Originally posted by sincerelysaraahh

“Yeah, nothing’s going to go wrong. Don’t worry about it.” You said to Steve as you finished the last of your juice. “Oh, and look who decided to show up!” You made sarcastic jazz hands when Tony came in the room.

“Must we bring this one?” Tony pointed to you.


“Hey!” You slapped Steve’s shoulder.

Peter watched you longingly from the hall before realizing how creepy he was being.“Hey guys,” He said as he walked into the kitchen.

You nodded toward him in acknowledgement.

Oh what a sight this was, everyone was suited up in their fancy costumes and eating scrambled eggs.

“Maybe I should start a webpage. People would kill to see pictures of this.” you thought out loud.

Natasha cringed, “Y/N, I swear to god, if I find any pictures of Iron Man in his underwear…”

“Good point.”


“Over there!” Peter yelled at you through his spider-man mask.You turned around and saw what looked like some sort of rocket ship, and it was headed straight toward you and the team. Not to mention the rest of the civilians who had gotten caught up in the mess. You used your powers to move it across the sky, until it landed somewhere unexpected.
An entire bottom half of the building blew up. And it was all your fault. There must have been hundreds of people in that building; and it was crumbling down in front of you.
You gasped and took a step back.

“Y/N!” Peter ran over to you to make sure you were alright. “Are you okay?!” He seemed to be completely ignoring what had just happened.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You lied.

He led you back to the helicopter, and you went home.


“And that takes us to Frosty’s lot, where Y/N Y/L/N reportedly killed s-” Tony turned the TV off from the loving room.

You took a deep breath as you poured yourself a glass of juice.

“Hey,” Peter came around the corner. “You sure you’re okay?” He out his hand on your shoulder. You turned your back to him so he couldn’t see the tears that were welling up in your eyes, and nodded.

He took your hand and turned you around so he could see your face.

“Y/N. It’s not your fault..”

“But it is, it’s all my fault… And now I’m crying like a four year old…”

“Y/N..” He hugged you. You sniffled into his shoulder, regretting everything.

“Nobody likes me anyway, and now even the public hates me. They think I’m a monster.”

“What do you mean nobody likes you?”

You shrugged and looked around. You never thought anyone on the team really cared about you, it seemed like they just kept you around because your powers were useful.

“Y/N, look at me,” He took you by the shoulders, “Nobody hates you. Everyone makes mistakes. And, I don’t know why you think the team doesn’t like you Y/N, they love you, you’re part of their family, -I love you.”

“W-what?” You looked at him seriously.

“I love you.” He took your hand.

For the first time, you really felt loved. Sure, your parents loved you. But, for some reason they thought only having one child meant they only had to be there half the time. They seemed relieved when you had told them you were leaving for the Stark internship.

You decided to act on your heart, not your head. Something you hadn’t done in a while. You leaned in and kissed him.

He was completely shocked, but then kissed you right back.



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Best Thugisa Lines

Nagisa: “What’s up, sluts! Guess who just got outta prison!”

Makoto & Haru: “Nagisa?”

Nagisa: “Yeah~”


Makoto: “Nagisa, he just called you a loser”

Nagisa: “Ayo, homebody look like shark-week I ain’t messin’ with that”


Haru: “It all feels like a dream…”

Makoto: “It wasn’t a dream! We got arrested for trespassing. We went to Jail!”

Nagisa: ”Nah man, we went to holding. There a big~ difference”

Haru: “Whatever…”

Makoto: “No whatever, we only got out because Nagisa’s friend paid bail”

Nagisa: “Oh Yeah~. Now we owe Easter Dave a favor, that is not a position you wanna be in”


Nagisa: “Ayo, waduup Jaws”

Rin: “Shut up, and why are you naked?”

Nagisa: “I’m Naked?”


Nagisa: “Look. All I’m sayin’ is we’ve done all the work. The least you could do is; is go down to 7/11 and get us some slushies and a carton of cigarettes”

Miho: “Nagisa. If I get out of this chair I guarantee, you’ll end up in one with wheels”

Nagisa: “Okay. I’ll admit, I’m a little threatened. Dang”


Nagisa: “Oh, Hey it’s Gou. How many guys d’you pair up in head on the way here. Also come help with the pool”

Gou: Nine. And F**k That”

Nagisa: “What is it with all these people and wrecking ma game today”


Makoto: “They’re so fast!”

Nagisa: “Rin’s pullin’ ahead though. I think. I Rin the jet plane

firing out unicorns or the gun with my mother’s face”


Makoto: “C’mon Haru, you can do me. It, it. You can do it”

Nagisa: “I heard that one”

Makoto: “Shut up! You’re High as Balls”

Nagisa: “Ha, yeah I am”


Nagisa: “Hey yo, you tell that story how Haru lost that race”

Makoto: “Nagisa! He’s right there!”

Nagisa: “Nah, Nah. Homebody’s pulling a rain man right now he can’t hear me. Check this, Check this. *Ghostly Voice* Haru~ we’re not getting a Season two~”

Haru: *Ignores*

Nagisa: “See!”


Rei: “-and my stop is coming up in 3.34 seconds, so you you’d make the pitch, real quick”

Nagisa: “Alright, so swim Team, right?”

*Bell goes Rei leaves*

Nagisa: “Hey, wait. I was actually gonna ask you what size colour you wear, c’mon let me get them digits baby”


Rei: “I am now going to walk away. Do not follow”

Nagisa: “I hate it when you leave but I love~ watchin’ you go”


Makoto: “Why don’t you just be yourself, and tell him how you feel”

Nagisa: “Thanks for the lesson, Boy Meets World. How’s your repressed love-life doin’?”

Makoto: “I don’t know Nagisa, How’s your mother’s drinking problem?”

Nagisa: “Below the belt Makoto”


Nagisa: “Hold it Mister. I’mma have to pull you over for excceding recommended Hotness”

Rei: “Why are you here?”


Nagisa: “Why he touchin’ ma man? Where he goin’ with ma man!”


Nagisa: “So all I gotta do is Kill all these other guys, and you give me a scholarship for ma painting”

Bear: “Ooh, boo, boo, boo. That’s pretty much it, but they can’t prove you did it”

Nagisa: “Can’t prove nothin’ if they all dead”

Bear: “That’s not quite the same thing”

Nagisa: “Okay, so which are you, are the most annoying”

Student 1: “These thug antics, are not welcome in a school environment”

Nagisa: “Hey, we got a volunteer”

*Back to Coach and Nagisa*

“Yeah it didn’t work out… For them”


Makoto: “Hey Nagisa. Did you catch Breaking bad last night?”

Nagisa: “Nah man, I lived that shit”

Makoto: “Hey Nagisa. Did you see Teen Wolf last night?”

Nagisa: “You know I did. Derek Looking Fine~”

Makoto: “Hell Yes, son”

Nagisa: “Please don’t do that”


Nagisa: “C’mon let’s wrap this up. I don’t like being alone up here”

Makoto: “Why? ‘Cause if this was a horror movie you’d die first?”

Nagisa: “Why~?”

Makoto: “Y’know…”



Makoto: “This job sucks~”

Nagisa: “You sucks!”
Makoto: “Oh, eat me”


Nagisa: “-and now it’s time to play Japan’s favourite game-show: ‘IS MAKOTO AN IDIOT!”


Nagisa: “Hey, here’s your Bitch board.”

Rei: “Kick Board

Nagisa: “Fairy Floater”

Rei: “Nagisa”

Nagisa: “Sissy swimmer”

Rei: “Nagisa!”

Nagisa: “Fine, Fine. Crybaby kickboard”

Rei: “That was a stretch”

Nagisa: “Look! It can’t all be ‘A’ material, Okay!”


Nagisa: “Haru and Makoto? Dead? Let me tell you somethin’. Those two are literally impossible to kill. To prove a theory, I one time tried to just straight-up shoot ‘em with a real-ass gun. The bullet missed, ricocheted off a frying pan on the wall, and broke open a cabinet full o’ bottles which I then tripped on and fell over. Hurt my pride more than anything… 'cept my tailbone, which I bruised. Did you know that the scientific term for “tailbone” is “coccyx”? Hehe… that’s funny. Anyway, I don’t remember why I was talking about this - they’re probably fine”


Nagisa: “Hey! Tweedledee & Tweedledumb-ass”


Makoto: “Don’t worry guys, It’s probably just a typo”

Nagisa: “Yeah, like Haru would know the difference”


Haru: “Hey, Nagisa, I think I see the Police over there”

Nagisa: “Aaah~!”


Nagisa: “It’s fine baby, if you get scared you can hold my hand”

Rei: “I am not, frightened!”

Nagisa: “Yeah, and Makoto’s love life it’s pathetic”

Makoto: “It’s true…”

Haru: “What?”

Nagisa: “Exaclty”


Nagisa: “Now, Let’s make like Scooby Doo and find some clues”

Makoto: “Hey Nagisa, that rhythmed”

Nagisa: Shut up, Makoto”


Nagisa: “Alright, Shaggy and Scooby, you take the sinks. I’ll check the cabinets and Velma; you get the spooky lookin’ fridge”


Nagisa: “…Because only Velma would say ‘Dubious Device’. Velma gets the spooky fridge”

Makoto: “Who are you Nagisa, Freddy?”

Nagisa: “Bitch, I’m Daphne”


Nagisa: “You’re so cut when you never shut up. Now shut up and open the fidge”

Makoto: “Nagisa, how many time have it told you street-sharks don’t exist”

Nagisa: “Then explain Rin”

Makoto: “Fair Point”


Nagisa: “He [Rei] can do everything but swim. Like the opposite of Haru. Nega-Haru!”

Haru: “The sunken depths of the screeching horde-“

Makoto: “Cut it out! He’s had enough!”


Might do Haru next.

Dear Montreal Canadiens,

Still doesn’t feel like it’s real. I thought we were going to win this game and bring it back to Montreal for game 7 and win the series. This series was so fun to watch. Both teams were so evenly matched. Radu, you had a wonderful season buddy I hope you stay in Montreal next season. Great cellies. Gally, I know this season was a hard one with the broken finger in the same spot from last season but you always play with such passion and heart. When you’re not on the ice, we miss that. Lehky, my Finnish rookie, you have been a pleasant surprise this season. You’re only going to get better next season. This season started as typical Habs fashion, winning and setting a franchise record. Can you believe it? The oldest hockey team has a set a franchise record after more than 100 years after its existence. Then things started to go downhill but we didn’t have a repeat of last season because we got rid of Therrien. Marc Bergevin you knew your job is more precious than your bff. We stumbled a bit because Claude was adjusting to the system but once we got going, we were a better team in March than October. Pleky this season was a rough one but hopefully this playoffs rejuvenated you. Chucky you are such a ray of sunshine. Just wished you played more at centre. Webs, we still miss PK and he will forever remain in our hearts but you are such a calming and reassuring presence for this team. You lead the league in PPGs with 12. Patches, O capitaine again delivering another 30-goal season. Why do people not appreciate you? You are such a great leader. Al Montoya I hated the fact that Therrien humiliated you in the Columbus where we lost 10-0. You were such a great addition to this team. Love how we lost a game 10-0 and also we won a game 10-1. I saved the MVP for last because there are simply no words to describe how much I love and appreciate you Pricey. Honestly constantly bailing your team’s asses day in and night out. I have no idea what the identity of this team will be without you. Carrying this team on your shoulders to the playoffs and still giving them a chance to comeback. You don’t deserve this BS. Still processing the loss but I believe with Claude we will come back next season stronger and better. Still my ride of die team and will be for the rest of my life. #GoHabsGo. Is it October yet?

Lots of Love,

A Habs fan

dracolucivs  asked:

19 w/ drarry pls 💕

Thank you so much! 

My writing

Prompt List

19 - “We all know you love me”

Fuck Quidditch training.

(Especially the fourth one in the same week, and in the sodding rain, that even magic couldn’t keep away from pouring into your eyes.)

But above all, without a single doubt, fuck Draco Malfoy.

“No!” Screeched Ginny from atop her broom, her voice so shrill Harry was worried for a second she was going to get all the windows in the school to break apart. “Get your slimy teammates of the field, Malfoy, we booked the pitch -”

“If you were making a joke of us being “slimy” snakes, you’re wrong.” Malfoy just answered, standing in the middle of the field as if it was his goddamn kingdom, his hands on his thighs and a smirk playing on his lips. “Snakes aren’t slimy, they’re quite the opposite -”

“Shut up!” Harry shouted, and flew down with so much speed and force even Malfoy jumped back a little. “Listen to her, Malfoy,” he snapped, his face only inches away from Malfoy’s now, “and get your team off the field. We have it until 9, you and your git friends can train after we’re done.”

“What, and train when the weather’s even worse than this? We’ve got a match, too, this weekend, Scarhead.”

“Don’t call me Scarhead.”

“Oh, what?” Malfoy grinned, his teeth flashing in the early dark. “You’d rather I call you loverboy?”

As if Malfoy had flipped a switch, everything in Harry flared hot.

Praying to whatever magic god wizards prayed to Harry cleared his throat, looked around to be sure that no one had heard him, and said, “Don’t you dare bring that up -”

“Why not?” Malfoy was standing up on his toes now to look Harry in the eye. “You didn’t seem to mind last night.”

“Malfoy -”

“You’re blushing.”

“Am not.” And even if he was, he was the last person to admit that. “We made a deal, Malfoy, to not speak about it outside of the -”

“Room of Requirement. I am aware.” Malfoy shrugged, still smiling. (Harry fought the urge to whack him with his broom, if he weren’t sitting on it.) “I am also aware that you’re being a huge git, and I am going to use this until you let us use the other side of the field. Or d’you rather have me turning around and tell my team what really kept you up all night -”

No!” Harry jumped down from his broom, and pinched Malfoy in the chest. “I’ll hex you if you do.”

“No, you won’t.”

“And why not? I have hexed you in the past, Malfoy, just because we had sex doesn’t mean I’m don’t hate you.”

Malfoy rolled his eyes theatrically. “We all know you love me, Potter. But really, it’s your choice… let us play Quidditch, or I’ll tell that lovely Weaslette what name you’ve been screaming out in pleasure -”

“Alright! Alright!” Harry jumped up, his hands in the air as if Malfoy was holding him at gunpoint. “Fine. Just… piss off now, alright?”

“That’s all you needed to say.” Malfoy mounted his broom - way more elegant than was legally possible, in Harry’s opinion - and then suddenly turned around again. “Oh, and Potter?”


“I’ll see you at 10.”

With that he flew back to his team, leaving a very confused Harry behind, trying not to stare at Malfoy’s arse too obviously.

“Mate?” Ron suddenly said, dooming up beside Harry. “What do you have planned at ten with Malfoy? Are you going to duel?”

Harry’s face grew hot again. “It’s probably going to take me all night.”

Diabolik lovers ''character private interview'' Ayato Sakamaki ~translation~

*this translation was made by @rkyt1965 (spanish-english)*

‘Ore-Sama will take all your first times’

First question: Why do you name yourself “Ore-Sama”?

Ah? ‘Cause Ore-Sama is Ore-Sama (Ore-Sama is the best), there’s nothing Ayato-Sama can’t do

Oi, don’t ask something so obvious

If you have enough time to ask these obvius things, why don’t you have Ore-Sama fun?… …

If it’s with your blood, so you can do it. Oi, hurry up. I won’t wait forever

Second question: Which of your 2 brothers do you like the most?

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I’ve just got home and scrolled through my dash a bit and I’ve seen some absolute shite on here this evening, and let me tell you I am PISSED.

I’ve dealt with some crap recently that I haven’t spoken about but when I see a friend of mine getting shit I am not going to just keep quiet. I’ve seen the crap @aarondingel has received in her ask box for the sole reason that she has been promoting the fact that the actor of her fave character is up for some awards, and seriously…..WTF?? To the person giving her grief, or anyone who feels the need to try to shame people for loving their faves; can you all seriously stop for a second and think about just how pathetic and stupid you are being???


1) you don’t chose your fave. your fave choses you.

2) if somebody loves a character or actor more than another character or actor, who the fuck cares????? like…..seriously???? what an absolutely STUPID thing to be upset about????? you do realise that these characters are FICTIONAL. they can mean the world to us, we can love them with all of our hearts, but loving a fictional person who may be problematic in some ways is nOT THE EQUIVILENT OF LOVING A REAL, HORRIBLE PERSON. get upset about people voting for fucking Donald Trump, or those weridos that say they stan serial killers. GETTING UPSET ABOUT SOMEBODY LOVING A CHARACTER IS R I D I C U L O U S !!!!

3) why does the fact that someone/some people, like a character more than your favourite character, affect you so much?? maybe you don’t understand how or why someone prefers person A over person B, but how does that affect YOUR enjoyment of person B????? like……why

4) grow the fuck up????? not everything has to be a competition??? not everyone has to choose teams, choose a side, choose one half of a popular ship to “stan” over the other. but if they do….so fucking what?? again, wHY DOES THIS BOTHER YOU??? just enjoy your favourite, engage in actual ADULT DISCUSSION perhaps, or, you know, maybe you could just not bombard people’s ask boxes with hate about their fave and just, you know, shut the fuck up???

I’m obviously talking about Aaron Dingle and Robert Sugden but this applies to everyone and everything, really. in this particular case, for me personally, i love both characters equally, and i have never felt the need to chose one over the other, because they’re both so different??? i loved Robert for over 10 YEARS before Robron were even a thing, and Aaron for most of the years Robert was off screen, so like…..I don’t feel like I “stan” one more than the other. i enjoy them both equally, or in different ways, at different times?

but if people have a slight preference to one over the other, for whatever reason - maybe they relate to one more than the other, or maybe they just, i don’t know, ENJOY THE CHARACTER MORE, like…..who cares??? LET THEM LIVE?? LET THEM ENJOY THEIR FAVOURITES WITHOUT GIVING THEM GRIEF ABOUT IT???

nobody is doing wrong for loving Robert more than Aaron or Aaron more than Robert??? as long as nobody is being a fucking dick about it then who actually cares????

i know there are apparently a group of people, the “antis”, who’s main hobby is apparently to drag Robert instead of talking about the people they do actually like, and I know there’s a bunch of weirdos on the likes of DS who refuse to even mention Aaron’s name (because apparently they’re all 5 years old???) and like…..how embarrassing. but you know, let those people just be creepy and pathetic. they can do what they like as long as they keep it out of people’s faces, and out of people’s inboxes, because that just crosses the line from being lame as fuck for focussing so much on characters they supposedly hate, into just being an absolute fucking attention seeking dickhead who gets their jollies from antagonising people and trying to make them feel bad for the characters they love.

the moral of this post is; if you’re considering giving someone grief, or hate, or trying to make them feel bad for loving their fave: don’t. because you won’t change their minds, literally N O B O D Y is going to read some badly written ask from some faceless and nameless troll and suddenly be like “OMG YOU’RE RIGHT, I DON’T LIKE THIS CHARACTER ANYMORE, I HATE THEM!!!” you are just wasting literally everyone’s time???

maybe concentrate on the characters YOU love, instead of getting your knickers in a twist about who somebody else loves or choses to support. 

or, if you happen to see this and think about giving one of my friends shit, how about you come to me instead. 

The batgirls like to troll
  • Tim: Okay, mission plan. We get in, we get out, we keep it simple. Got it?
  • Stephanie: Yeah, we know how this goes. *points to Tim* You're the brains and *points to Cass* she's the brawn.
  • Cassandra: *nods*
  • Tim: Then what are you?
  • Steph: The BEAUTY, duh! Not to mention a great personality. *poses*
  • Tim: ...What are you doing?
  • Steph: Even the corners have eyes. Pretend there's cameras.
  • Cass: *poses beside her*
  • Steph: Ooh, selfie! *takes out cell and snaps a shot together*
  • Cass: *looks at photo* We look bomb-diggity hot.
  • Steph: I know, your ass looks fantastic.
  • Cass: Well, they don't call it gor-ge-ass for nothing.
  • Tim: This is why I hate teaming up with you.
red and white in february

normal people: red and white, colours of valentines! showcasing my love and desire to my significant other!

me: red and white, memory of cheering for team canada in the winter olympics

Me during Captain America: civil war

Black panther is awesome

Wanda and Peter need to be protected

Stony is most problematic otp but still otp

Fuck you Steve though really

I ship Wanda and vision this is also otp


nat I respect your decisions


this is why tony is Peters favorite parent

Please bruce, wherever you are just be happy but come back and bring thor cuz Peter needs protection.

It’s all fun and games until someone gets paralyzed

Oh god tony, my baby I’m SORRY!

I feel that bucky also needs a little love, this is all on Steve.

Steve stop kissing girls. It’s just not you and It’s making hate you more when you hurt tony and bucky and Peter like this.

Robbie Kay Imagine (Special) Request/High School Crush

“would you be able to do one with robbie( not pan) I don’t mind what it’s about either! Prettyyy pleeeaasse <3 “

Warnings: None, 

She was a junior, he was a senior.

Robbie was your typical senor guy, he had all his grades high, he was popular, head of the football team, and he already had a car.

You could say he had it made, but he wanted something that you couldn’t buy, love. He wanted someone, he needed someone, sure he had it all, but those late night 2 am thoughts that he couldn’t express to anyone got to him.

And then there was you, well you were a regular girl, just trying to get out of high school and wanting to get to your favorite college that you’ve been dreaming about. You took the bus to school, lived an a okay neighborhood, and you weren’t popular but you had friends.

You both were trying to find yourselves in high school, turns out all you needed to do was find each other.

Ahhhh, it was almost summer, the summer breeze was coming, the hot air was there, and the air conditioner was on full blast, one more month and your summer vacation would be in full affect.

“All right class, make sure to read chapter 13 tonight, you’ll have an essay on it in a couple of days!” Your teacher yells out, you just roll your eyes, you loved high school and learning but today was just not your day, you felt completely ugly and just gross, it was almost summer so it was very hot that day, you hated summer, you preferred the winter.

You pack up your stuff and start to walk to your locker, you got a text on your phone so you looked down, not paying attention to where you were going, and replying to your mother, when all of a sudden


You bump into a boy, and all your books go flying everywhere, you automatically go falling down as well because you thought it be cute to where wedges to school.

“Oh no love are you alright?” you hear a British voice, who sounded very concerned.

“Ughhhhhhhh ooooooh my head.” as you rub your head softly.

“I am terribly sorry love.” as he tries to pick up your books for you and also picks you up as well.

“Thanks.” you say as you’re wiping off any dust that might’ve gotten on you.

“I’m Robbie.” he smiles brightly

“I’m Y/n.” you smile and blush a little, he was very cute, how come you never seen him before?

“I really feel bad.” Robbie admits , scratching the back of his neck, looking everywhere except your eyes.

“It’s really fine, but thank you for your concern.” you smile at him.

“Good, uhm well I have to get to class, do you need anything?”

“I think I’m good.” you giggle and look down.

“Haha okay see you around.” he waves goodbye and leaves.

“Wow…” you whisper to yourself.


As you continue your day you couldn’t stop thinking about Robbie, he was so sweet to you, and so caring, but why? He looked like every other popular jock on the football team? Why would he be nice to you? As negative thoughts started to fill your head you began to not think about Robbie anymore, it was a dumb decision

Robbie’s point of view.

Damn, like damn, she was beautiful, . her y/c eyes, y/c hair, and her smile, don’t get me started, she was nothing like I had ever seen before, I can’t stop thinking about her, she was just too damn beautiful.

Robbie had football practice so he started to head to the lockers.

“Hey Robbie.” one of his friends said.

“Sup man?” Robbie asked.

“Oh man I need to tell you what happen with that one girl the other night!…” as his friends voice started to fade out he began to think about the new girl he saw, man oh man, she was simply gorgeous, Robbie wanted more of her, he had to find her again, he had to ask her out.


“Ahhh!” Robbie screamed “What the bloody hell dude?!” Robbie yelled at his friend.

“Dude you weren’t even paying attention, I asked you like 3 different questions! You didn’t answer one of them.”

“Sorry laddie, it’s just…”

Robbie’s friend looked at him curiously, “Did you find someone?”

“Not exactly, her name is Y/n, she goes here, and her name is y/n, ahh man I don’t know anything about her, I just know I need to see her again.”

“Don’t sweat it man, we’re the popular guys, if we want something done, we’ll get it done, you’ll know all about her by tomorrow k?”

“Yeah okay.”


Regular point of view

After football practice and a shower in the guy’s locker room, Robbie went to head to his car, he was looking around, watching his fellow play mates head to their cars, getting picked up, and this bus, but he looked closer and he saw you waiting at the bus stop.

Robbie quickly put his stuff in his car and jogged to you, hoping to not by seen by you, he didn’t want to seem like a creeper.

“Hey, uh y/n right?” Robbie said un confidently

“Oh!” you blushed as she saw Robbie walking towards her. “Uh yes it is, Robbie right?” she smiled

“Haha yeah!” he smiled happy that she remembered his name.

“Do you take the bus too?” she asked

“Uh no actually that’s why I came over here, about bumping into you this morning , I feel bad, I was wondering maybe I can give you a ride home?” Robbie asked as his heart was beating out of his chest.

“You want to give me a ride home?” She almost couldn’t believe it.

“Yeah I mean it’s the least I can do love.”

“How do i know you’re not a psycho serial killer?” she asked with confidence.

Robbie’s eyes open wide, he was confused, and a little taken back, as he was about to say something she started to giggle, and that made him feel better.

“Guess you’ll have to find out huh?”

She laughed once more, “Okay lets go.”

You and him were walking to his car, you looked up at him, oh gosh, his brown hair, his perfect skin, his green eyes, his perfect slim but muscler body, and he was grinning from ear to ear, it was beautiful, he was beautiful.

As he opens the door to his mustang you hop on in, he closes the door and you wait til he gets in.

“So, uh a mustang?” you ask

“Yeah well it was a early graduation gift, plus I have my licenses and all that so they let me drive it even though I’m not supposed to get it for a while.”

“That’s super cool.” you say.

“When are you getting yours?” Robbie asked

“My what?” you ask shocked

“Your car?” he laughs a little.

“Oh when I get the job and save up for it, but being a junior isn’t that easy.”

“You’re a junior?” Robbie asks

“Yeah why?” you ask un confidently

“Oh nothing, figures we don’t have any classes together, I’m a senior.”

“Oh wow congratulations!” you say but then quickly regret it, you must’ve sounded like a complete nerd

“Ha thanks but I kinda don’t wanna leave high school.” he says with a serious face.

“Why?” you ask curiously

“Nothing love, type in your address so we can gps it yeah?”

“Oh yeah right sorry!” you say as you type it in.

As Robbie is driving he remains quite, it was a little awkward you had to admit.

“So, you like sports or anything?” you ask

“I’m captain of the football team.”

“Oh I’m sorry-”

“Don’t be.” with an attitude

“Uh okay..”

“Sorry, “ he says.”Y/n, can I ask you something?”

“Of course Robbie..” you say.

“Do ever get scared, for the after world of high school?”

“I mean I hate high school Robbie.”

“Oh, then never mind-”

“NO” you say a little loud holding unto his arm, “Tell me.” he looks into your eyes and nods.

“He pulls over to a park and tells you to get out, you walk over to a lake with ducks and a park.

“It’s just, in high school, I already have it made, I’m captain, my grade are the best, I have lots of friends, and just, I don’t know life is great, but when I get out of high school, now that’s the scary part.”

“What do you mean?” you asked

“I’m terrified of the world, I love where I’m at, life is good.”

“You don’t like change.” you stated

“Exactly.” he says as he sits on the bench and taps the other side of the bench signaling you to sit down.

“Well I have something to tell you.” you say.

“Tell me.” Robbie says as he smiles

“I’m terrified of high school, I just want to graduate already so I can go to college already, I want to be a teacher, for little kids. Honestly I hate high school, people are so rude, mean, and just cruel.”

“You don’t have to worry about that anymore okay?” Robbie smiles


“Because for the rest of the school year, we’re going to hang out okay?

You smile from ear to ear, “Really?” you say.

“Of course.”


You and Robbie realized you live a block away from each other, and you also realized you have the same taste in music, movies, and Starbucks. For the next couple of months you guy’s were basically attached to each other, you did everything together.

When he would have his practices you would sit at the bench and wait for him, you knew all his friends as well because they were mostly all on the team, they loved you,  and you thought they were super nice, even when they joked around that you and Robbie would be a cute couple, you secretly loved it.

You and him would always go to the park, feed ducks, always bring your Starbucks, and talk about life in general.

It was clear you both were just friends, but you swear at times things would just seem too real.

He would randomly run his fingers through your hair to see your face more, he’d hold your hand when you would take randoms walks, he would even kiss your forehead when you were sad and hold your for what felt like hours when you cried, it was so hard to believe that you were just friends.


It was a cold winter night, and you had just got into a fight with your parents, they didn’t understand you, nobody did, so you called Robbie and asked him if he could come pick you up, without hesitation he came, it was 9pm at night, and even though you both had school the next day, and Robbie had a game after school he still came, he was always there.

You went outside your house and ran to the car, you opened the door, slam the car door shut and just cried, you cried and you cried.

Robbie started to drive, he knew exactly where to take you.

The car ride was silent but you could hear a couple sniffles from you, and long sighs from him, he held your hand at one point, he would rub his thumb over your hand, and just whisper “It’s okay.” even though he knew nothing of what happen, he just wanted you to be okay.

As you both get out of the car your eyes are covered by Robbie’s hands.

“Wh-what.” you say

“Trust me okay?” he says.

You just nod and let him lead the way, as he uncovers your eyes you see nothing but the city and the stars.

“R-robbie , it’s beautiful!” you say and smile a bit.

Robbie puts you by his side on a bench near the cliff, “Tell me what happen love.”

“W-well, my parents, they told me I couldn’t go to college, I can’t become a teacher that’s my dream Robbie, I’ve been wanting to teach since I was being taught in the 1st grade.”

“Why can’t you go to college love?” Robbie puts your hair behind your ear so he can see your face more.

“Because my parents are assholes, they want to keep the money they saved for my college tuition and buy a house by the beach instead.”

Robbie frowns, “That’s not..”

“I know, and now I’ll never be a teacher.” you fall into the crook in his neck and begin to cry once more.

This time Robbie stops you,and runs his hands through your hair.

“W-what are you doing?” You ask Robbie

“This is totally not the right time but this is the only time I might have courage to do this.” and before you could respond Robbie kisses you.

He kisses you long and softly, it was like his lips were made for yours, his and your lips melted softly into one an other,, he then picks you up and sits you on his lap , still kissing you while you’re adjusted on his lap, his hands run through your hair and made their way to your waste to close the gap between you both. You reach and grab little parts of his hair, tugging and pulling, you guys kissed for what seemed like hours , by the time you had stopped it was 2 in the morning.

“It’s getting really late.” you say.

“I don’t want this night to end .” Robbie says.

“It doesn’t have to.” you say.


Robbie takes you to his house, because his parents were cool with anyone sleeping over.

He grabs you a shirt and some sweats that were similar to your size, and lets you get dressed while you were getting dressed he would sneak a peek, you made him turn around and he just laughed and do what he was told.

You both got comfortable in his bed and he held you so tight, you thought he may never let go, but that was okay, because you didn’t want him to.”

“Thing’s may not be looking good for your future love, but now, right now just enjoy tonight.”

With that you nudge into his neck and cuddle up next to him, and you both fall asleep.

Put A Smile On His Face

Characters: Hotch x Reader, Rossi, Morgan, JJ, Garcia
Words: 1265
Requested by Anonymous
Summary: The reader is dating Hotch, she’s younger, but no one else minds at all because she makes Hotch happy. But it bothers Hotch when people think they are father and daughter when they go to dinner.

Originally posted by nevermindtheb0ll0cks

           You were leaning back in his chair with your feet propped up on his desk, just waiting for him to come into his office. The rest of the team had seen you walk into the BAU, but your boyfriend hadn’t, so you were hoping to surprise him.

           You watched as the door opened and Aaron walked into his office, looking down at the files in his hands, not noticing you. He was wearing his usual stern expression as he approached his desk.

           “It’s a good think I wasn’t planning to kill you, Agent Hotchner,” you giggled, “Because you would already be gone.”

           Aaron looked up from his papers, definitely startled. But then he broke out into a smile when he realized who was sitting at his desk, “Hey, Sweetheart.”

           You stood up to hug him, “Surprised to see me?”

           “Yeah. But it’s a good surprise,” he kissed the top of your head, “What are you doing here?”

           “I just came for a visit. Are you busy?”

           He shook his head, “Just getting some paperwork done for the last case we worked. I’m so glad you’re here. I needed some happy.”

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Doing this because I’m bored. It’s 11 p.m, I’m in the darkness of my room while listening to the Narnia soundtrack…

1. Fav Team? Chicago Blackhawks 

2. Second Fav Team? Montreal Canadians

3. Team you love to hate? St. Louis Blues (BUT I LOVE TARASENKO!)

4. Team you just hate? Nashville Preds (You know why…)

5. Top 3 favorite players on your favorite team? 1- Patrick Kane 2-Artemi Panarin 3-Ryan Hartman (Or John Hayden)

6. Top 3 favorite player not on your second favorite team? 1- Andrew Shaw 2-Brendan Gallagher 3- Max Pacioretty

7. Players you like but on hated teams?  1- Vladimir Tarasenko (That’s really it…You hate teams for a reason)

8. Player you like that’s not on your team? 1- Mitch Marner 2. Jeff Skinner 3- Auston Matthews

9. The Dad? Seabs

10. Baby of the team? PANARIN

11. The ‘You hurt anyone I hurt your face!’ Dunc or Crow

12. BEAUTIFUL EYES? Patrick Sharp (I’m biased :3) 

13. Just BEAUTIFUL? Willy Nylander <3 (Or just all Sweds. But I should say, my origins are Sweds :3) 

14. Best Goalie? Carey Price

15. Best D-Man? DUNCAN KEITH (Cuz’ I’m biased AND HE IS FRICKEN DOPE! *Liza Koshy voice*)

16. Overrated player? Sid (But I do like him :3)

17. Underrated player? Hawks- Hjalmarsson NHL- Tavares

18. Best stadium to be in during a game? Rogers Place *Edmonton* (If I’m not being biased xD)


20 Best Nickname? BREAD MAN or SHOWTIME (Cuz’ I’m biased)

Love Can Heal

for @chasethesurfer : can u do one where Clint is training me to use a bow and arrow and every time he touches me to help I flinch and back away and he doesn’t know why. Later nat walks In on me by accident while I’m changing and sees my scars from the red room. They are worse than hers because she didn’t fight them but I did and she didn’t remember until now. Then she tells the others and Clint tries to make me feel loved.

“Just pull back, tight grip and eyes locked on target, then let it go,” Clint said patiently as he watched you take aim at the painted human outline hanging in front of you.

Your jaw clenched firmly with concentration, you released the arrow only to screech in exasperation as it hit the white canvas – clear inches away from any of the marked off points on the drawing.

“I’M SO STUPID I AM NEVER GOING TO GET THIS,” you yelled angrily.

Natasha clucked her tongue sympathetically from her seated position next to Clint on the grass. “No worries, Y/N, it took me weeks to get it down.”

Her words only fueled your frustration. “Great, it’ll probably take me months then,” you snapped irritably.

Clint sighed and sat up, jogging over toward you. You took a step back out of instinct and you looked at him inquisitively. “What?” You huffed out as he gave you a confused look.

He smiled. “I’m not going to bite, Y/N.” His smile widened as he winked. “Unless you’re into that.” Your rigid demeanor loosened a bit as you let out a laugh, rolling your eyes.

Clint was one of the only members of the team who knew how to really relax you when you got mad at yourself – it happened a lot, and sometimes it got to the point where your attack on yourself swirled out of control into a full blown anxiety attack. Clint, with his steady gaze and firm yet kind tone, was always able to pull you out of your head and calm you down. You hated that you relied on him, but since you were adamantly against going on medication, you figured it wasn’t too bad of an alternative.

Clint’s hands were suddenly on your waist, adjusting you into better form. “You could take me to dinner first, Clint,” you muttered, the smirk in your voice evident. Now it was his turn to roll his eyes. “Square your hips more. Good. Now,” his hand moved to the small of your back abruptly and you moved away quickly at the touch. “Y/N, you want to get better, come here so I can show you how to fix your form,” Clint said exasperatedly.

He missed the flash of panic on your face, but Natasha didn’t. You caught her gaze and she was watching you intently. You swallowed hard as you slowly stepped toward him, flinching at his firm grasp on your wrist as he guided you. His hand moved to your shoulders and that was it – you dropped the bow and recoiled.

“I think I’m done for the day, Clint,” you blurted hurriedly as he looked at you with bewilderment. “I’m just going to keep getting frustrated with myself and I don’t feel like having an anxiety attack today.”

“Y/N, you’re doing fine! It’s your first day and -” Clint was cut off by Natasha interjecting. “Clint, let her go. She can pick it up tomorrow; I remember I was super annoyed too when I didn’t get it right away.” She smiled at you gently but you couldn’t smile back. You just nodded and stepped into the sliding doors of the tower, hurrying quickly down the hall as the tears of embarrassment and pain started to fill your eyes.

“Stupid, worthless, failure,” your brain hissed out.

You ducked into the nearest training room so that no one would hear your crying.


You didn’t know it, but Natasha had followed you to your current hideout, patiently waiting for the tears to stop before she came to talk to you. Your tears ebbed and you looked into a mirror, lifting up the fabric of your tshirt to dry your eyes.

Your heart seemed to stop as you heard a shocked, “Y/N?,” spinning around to see a visibly startled Natasha who had caught a clear flash of the angry red marks that lined your skin.

“Nat,” you said quickly, your hands smoothing your shirt down in a panic. “I’m fine really, I was just upset, you know how I get -”

Natasha looked at you sadly. “Y/N, is that why you flinched when he touched you?” She moved closer as your face whitened.

“I didn’t, I don’t know what you mean,” you muttered weakly. A lone tear fell down your face as Natasha moved closer, gently lifting up the soft blue material to see dozens and dozens of scars across your back and shoulders. She dropped your shirt lightly, and you felt your throat tightening.

“Y/N,” Natasha repeated and you were surprised to hear how choked her voice was. “You could’ve told me.”

You shook your head miserably. “I didn’t want you or anyone to worry. Or to not trust me.” Your voice cracked with emotion as you thought about the prospect of revealing your upbringing in the Red Room to the team. You wanted the past to stay there. “I guess you were a much better student than I was because you can still wear tank tops,” you said with a harsh laugh, although your mind jumped back to the slice of your teacher’s blade carving into your skin. “Sloppy work. Unacceptable, you silly girl. You WILL learn control or you will know suffering.”

You squeezed your eyes shut and felt Natasha’s arms pull you into a hug as you sobbed into her shoulder. “I can’t shake it, I thought it was ok but it’s not and I hate this. I hate what they did to me,” you cried. “And now Clint is going to think that I’m crazy.”

Natasha pulled away, soothingly rubbing a hand in your hair. “Y/N, listen to me, he does not think you’re crazy. He may be confused right now, but it’s not going to change him liking you, OK?” She paused for a brief second before continuing. “He really does like you a lot, he’d want to know. The whole team would.”

You looked at her miserably, shaking your head like a scared child. “They can’t know Nat, I can’t admit that I kept this from them, they’ll hate me forever, I’ll get kicked off the team,” your voice broke as it dissolved into choked sobs.

Nat tilted your chin up soothingly. “Do you want me to talk to them? I get why you didn’t want to tell them, I can explain it for you.” You hesitated, not sure of how to proceed. You took a deep breath and nodded. Nat smiled encouragingly. “Go lay down for a bit, OK?” You don’t have to see anyone else today if you don’t want to.“ She gave you a reassuring smile. “I still love you. The team still will.” She paused for a second again, the corner of her mouth turning up. “Clint still will.”

You felt exhausted from crying, but you still picked up on the tone she gave. You stared at her with an odd look as she smiled. “You two will still be fine, I promise.” She patted your shoulder and turned to exit the room, leaving you dazed in a torrent of emotion.

Her words rang in your head. “Clint still will.” “He loves me? She just means as a friend. Uh, then why did she specifically mention him and not any of the other boys? Cmon, you know how much you like him. Yeah but it’s stupid to want anything more.” You argued with yourself as you exited the room and moved up the stairs to your bedroom. You plopped down on your bed facedown and let the exhaustion carry you to a nap, hating yourself for lying to the team about where you came from but also hating yourself for desperately hoping that what Natasha said about Clint loving you was true.


You woke up hazily to a light knock at your door. You blinked blearily as you heard Clint’s voice calling your name. Your heart pounding, you bolted upright, looking in the mirror on your side table as you wiped off as much smudged mascara as you could. You smoothed your hair to one side and took a deep breath, pulling your knees toward your chest. “It’s open,” you said just loudly enough for him to hear it.

Clint opened the door and shut it behind you, looking at you with a pained expression. “Does everyone know now?” You said nervously.

He nodded, the sadness in his gaze apparent. His eyes flickered to the spot on the bed next to you and to your desk chair. You noticed. “You can sit here,” you said hoarsely, motioning to the bed.

He sat down gingerly and you swallowed, averting your gaze as you felt him staring at you. “Y/N, please look at me,” he said softly. You bit your lip but you tuned your head, your eyes filling with tears. “I’m sorry, Clint,” you whispered. “I didn’t know how to explain it, why I get how I get, without telling you guys the truth. I was so fucking terrified … I didn’t want you all to look at me differently. And I didn’t want you to think …” You trailed off as you exhaled deeply, trying to steady yourself. “I didn’t want you to think I was fragile,” you muttered quietly.

Clint shook his head as he inched closer to you. Your bodies were close to touching and you could smell his cologne, breathing it in like a drug.

“Y/N, what you went through and having these attacks, that’s a completely expected thing. You’re not fragile in any sense. You’re really strong and I, we all respect that about you. We just want you to feel better and know that we all care about you no matter what.” He rubbed his neck with his hand. “If I would’ve known how it would’ve triggered you, I wouldn’t have tried positioning you and I’m sorry.”

“No Clint, you didn’t know. You were trying to help me. I definitely needed the help,” you said with a weak grin. He smiled at you and you both sat quietly for a second. “Honestly,” you started slowly, hardly daring to believe what you were about to try. But why would Nat have hinted otherwise? “I normally would have bolted at the contact on the scars, but from you, it felt nice. Safe. So I tried to stay. Maybe without a weapon in my hand it’d be different,” you said, your heartbeat racing.

Clint’s expression gave nothing away and you felt your heart sink. “Mental reminder: yell at Nat later” you thought miserably. Suddenly, Clint’s hand was wrapped around your waist again. “Still nice?” He murmured, and you were suddenly aware of his thigh pressing lightly against your own.

You nodded and met his gaze, his eyes flickering to your lips and back up. Hardly daring to believe it, he moved in closer toward you and your eyes closed as he placed his lips on your gently. You broke apart after a few moments, your head spinning. Without breaking eye contact, Clint slowly moved up your shirt sleeve to expose the scarred, mutilated flesh. You didn’t jerk away this time and he pressed his lips to your shoulder and you felt yourself shiver; not with fear or in pain with the memory of how they got there, but with pleasure. He sat up and brought one hand to frame your face, kissing you more firmly this time as you wound a hand in his brown hair. He pulled away unexpectedly after a few moments of your lips working together, gazing at you tenderly. He gingerly wrapped his hands around the edge of your shirt, waiting to see your reaction. You bit your lip. “They’re not pretty, Clint,” you said hesitantly. He pressed his lips to your forehead. “But you still are,” he hummed into your ear. You smiled slightly as you let his hands pull your shirt overhead.

You sat there anxiously, the black bra you wore contrasting heavily with the marks that ran rampant and jagged across your flesh. “Jesus,” Clint muttered quietly, his eyes meeting yours intensely. You gave a wry smile. “Told you it was bad.” Clint pushed you onto your back gently as he moved above you, your hands working to take his own shirt off. “Scars show what you survived through. That’s who you are, a fighter, Y/N.” You felt tears of gratitude sting in your eyes and you took a deep breath, running your own hands across his toned stomach as he sighed contentedly. He lowered himself down toward your scarred chest, his lips grazing gently against them. After he circled around your chest, he brought his hands to your breasts and you inhaled as you pulled him closer to you, his chest now upon yours. “You’re beautiful, Y/N. Inside and-” he smiled as his fingers worked nimbly at your bra clasps as you arched your back, smiling. He tossed it aside and looked at you, his expression a mix of lust and affection. He cupped both of your breasts in his hands as he nipped lightly at your neck. “Out,” he murmured happily into your ear.

You were surprised at how this kind of pain could feel good, that you were surrendering yourself to his touch. “It’s because you’ve had a crush on him forever, idiot,” your brain yelled happily. You brought your lips to his and moved to bite at his own neck, pulling away and smiling at the clear desire in his eyes.

“Before this goes where it’s going to go, I probably should tell you something. You said I can tell you anything, right?” You said, your heart racing.

Clint nodded and rolled onto his side, his thumb running down the curve of your waist. You swallowed heavily and took a deep breath. “I like you a lot, Clint. Probably more than my head would like. And I’ve never been good at feelings or handling them but I just wanted you to know. You deserve that much.”

Clint looked at you happily. “Y/N, I like you a lot too. I’m not used to feeling like this either, and normally I’d run too but like you said before … With you, it’s different.” He ran a thumb across your cheek. “It feels nice.”

You smiled fully this time, wrapping your arms around his neck as he wound his own around you. You pulled away with a sly smile. “Well, I also know something that would feel nice,” you said coyly, your thumb moving to run against the waistband of his pants. He let an “mmm” as he grinned, flipping you nimbly on top of him as you both laughed.

“How about you show me then?” He said, his eyes sparkling. “And after,” he ran his hands down your own jeans, working to unzipper them as you worked on his. “I can take you to dinner, just like you mentioned at training.”

You nodded and kissed him hard, humming happily you both moved against each other. You weren’t fragile, but you could be vulnerable. And maybe that was worth it to be with someone with Clint. To learn how to let love in. As more clothes came off, you knew you were revealing much more to him than just skin. You were showing him your story. And as you laid there after laughing and talking as he said all the things he loved about you, you were so happy you did.

Previously on Suits (Harvey and his feelings for Mike)
  • Harvey (season 1): I don't care about you, well, I do, but I can't let you know that I'm starting to fall in love with you.
  • Harvey (season 2): *stares at Rachel* Don't, just don't, ugh, why do you have so poor taste?
  • Harvey (season 3): I hate you! I love you! Now that we broke up, let's kiss and make up, and have the best sex that will blow your mind.
  • Harvey (season 4): Okay, so, we are in different teams, righ? How does that work? I mean, we still have our dates. And shit, Louis found about us...
  • Harvey (season 5): She who cannot be named left me, but I still have you and your... stupid hairstyle. Seriously Mike, and you still ask me if I love you. *hoe, don't do it... he did it*
  • Harvey (season 6): I'm fighting for you, idiot! I know you're scared, I'm scared too, okay? We will make it through... *psst* I miss you, but I know you know, the same way I know you do too.

tokikurp  asked:

FanFic- S, T & U :D

wow I’m crying thank you ;-;

S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?

I forgot to answer this omfg but omg I cant think of any rn im sorry ;-;

Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?

I guess the team moms kind of thing? I don’t like that. I also hate how people villainize Ushijima…. (do these count as tropes I’m???)

U: Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

Heck you’re exposing me.

I love @thewiselearnfromhistory AO3 because her writing makes me so emotional and the imagery makes me feel like I’m right there in the scene? Like I cannot count how many times I’ve read Rules and I get choked up and anxious every time….

DeathBelle is incredible one because they write TenSemi and there is a severe lack of TenSemi content. But their fics always get me emotional and leave me on edge wanting more. Like this fic fucked me up so hard and in the best way and the emotions were so raw and real that it was relatable? I wanted to give them both hugs

Okay Leryline’s ability to write porn is absolutely filthy i cry every fucking time??? But their fics in general are literal masterpieces and I just??? I spend a lot of time thinking about the Three’s A Crowd series so I’m just akhdsklfhjgle

All fic writers are absolutely amazing though!!!! These are just some of my favorites

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