i love your relationship too much

There's nothing wrong with allowing yourself to heal through rewriting a traumatic experience - an essay based on personal experience.

I just want to say that, in real life, when you’re an adult, you do have to, sometimes, go past old traumas in order to improve your life. Maggie says herself “well, life is too short!”. There’s no shame or belittlement in trying to build yourself a new memory to replace a traumatic one. That’s not ignoring one’s feelings. That is acknowledging that you found a reason strong enough to go past that. Speaking from experience, Maggie’s actions are completely relatable.
And as much as this fandom loves to fantasise a brotp between Maggie and Kara, this relationship doesn’t exist. Those two characters don’t have a relationship. At least not yet. They literally shared two scenes without Alex and they were both work related. So as far as I can see, there’s no Brotp. All Kara knew was that her sister, the person she loves the most in the world, was super excited for valentine’s and then she was not. And guess what, she’s upset now because of Maggie. Again. The same Maggie who made Alex be sobbing on the sofa not long ago. So Alex tells Kara what happened and Kara might feel bad for Maggie but her sister is upset and as far as I know, no one’s feelings are more important than Alex’s for Kara. So you really think Kara would just overlook how sad Alex is and prioritise Maggie’s feelings? No, she would do what she did and tell Maggie - let me remind you again, a person she doesn’t really know at all and has no relationship with yet - “hey, I know you’re experience is not good, but hey, how about you act like the adult you are and don’t let this ruin yet another valentine’s day for yourself because this is not school and that girl, my sister, does like you back and all she wants is to make good memories with you”. Not with these words obviously. And Maggie does what she does for Alex because Alex is worth it. Alex is worth changing that traumatic memory. Sometimes, all we need is a little push from an outside source to make us stop bathing in our own filth for fucking ever. Some people don’t want to be miserable about past stuff forever and Maggie is one of those people and do you know what? There’s nothing wrong with that. I really don’t see Maggie’s apologies as her apologising for not liking Valentine’s day. I see it as her apologising for walking off when Alex did nothing but listen to her. Also, Maggie never said “ah OK I love valentine’s day now”. She said “you’re the woman who COULD MAKE ME like valentine’s day”. As in “I found a reason that seems to be good enough to let myself heal from my traumatic past experience”. Maggie has feelings too, that is correct but the way I see it, she decided to stop giving a loud voice to these bad feelings and, at the same time, providing to her girlfriend what she wanted, which is going to help her heal. Again, as she said, Alex could make her like valentine’s day. She saw a chance and she’s taking it. And the way Alex is, her body language, her insecure tone when she asks “don’t you hate all this?” shows to me that she more than acknowledges Maggie’s feelings, but she’s questioning why is Maggie doing it if she hates it. And Maggie tells her that it’s because she could make her like valentine’s day, And that’s exactly what she’s doing. Healing instead of perpetuating this pain.

To be honest, I don’t know how old is the average watcher of Supergirl, but after almost 32 years navigating this mess of a world, I really think Maggie carried this whole situation as most adults who are tired of suffering would.

Anyway, this is how I see it based on my personal experience with trauma and healing.
BTS Reaction #4: Famous Underground Rapper

Thank you for requesting Winky Anon. Sorry, but I got a little carried away with the rapper line, hope it’s not too much trouble. Enjoy!


From the beginning of the relationship, he would know you weren’t like the other girls he had dated or fallen in love with. There was a certain fire to you that made you irresistible. So when you invited him to one of your performances, he would be so up for it. Practically jumping in his seat, he would fangirl over you every time you performed.

“You see that girl on stage? That’s MY girlfriend.”

Originally posted by boguming


He knew something was off when you would leave in the late evening and not return back to the apartment until the middle of the night. Not wanting to assume the worst, he would ask you upfront what you were doing. When you shyly told him you were an underground rapper, he would freeze up, then gradually start smiling and laughing. Getting annoyed by his sudden change of mood, you would try to ask him what’s funny, until he interrupted you, asking you to let him see you. That night you two went to the underground club, and you went on stage. When you started rhyming and vibin’, he fell in love with you all over again. When you went up to him after your performance, you would nervously ask for his opinion. He would hug you tightly and whisper in your ear…

“You were perfect baby girl~”

Originally posted by jungsooneul


You’ve been rapping at this underground club for only a few weeks, but your name was already blowing up in the rap world. When Hoseok was walking home from practice and saw a flyer with your picture on it, he smiled, folded it up, and put it in his pocket. Later that evening, you told him you were going to hang out with the girls. After kissing him farewell, he jumped up and started getting ready. As you were getting ready to perform, you suddenly get a text message from Hoseok…

My Sunshine 🌞 ❤️️ : Knock them out baby! 😘

You were confused, until you went on stage, and saw Hoseok at the very front cheering you on.

“Woo, go on baby!”

Originally posted by jeonheart


You would have told Jimin from the beginning about your underground rap career. He would always be 110% supportive of you, always asking if you needed any help with the lyrics or making the beats. He would always be the first one there at your performances and last one to leave. He would sometimes be a bit overbearing, being the perfectionist and leader he is, trying to control your raps or try to persuade you to make changes. But in the end, he would learn to back off, and just be the supportive boyfriend.

“I’ll be watching you tonight Baby~”

Originally posted by jinkooks


Jimin would probably be very thrown off by this. Although he loves you with all his heart, he would be a little skeptical about his love going to underground clubs and warehouses to rap. Nonetheless he would support you wholeheartedly.

“Be careful out tonight my love…”

Originally posted by chimneytaels


He would be amazed by your talent. As a Hip-Hop/Rap lover, this would definitely make him love you even more than he already does. He would go to every performance and cheer you on. He would also beg for you to to become a rap duo, often joining in on your performances last minute.

“Can we please do a duet Jagi!?”

Originally posted by suishii78


He would be super impressed and fascinated to say the least. He finds it amazing that his sweet Jagi is a hardcore underground rapper. Being the Golden Maknae, he would often ask to help you with your work or join you in your performances.

“Why are you such a badass babe?”

Originally posted by ta3taetae

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anonymous asked:

i'm so in love with my best friend. we also do things like "making out". we both have feelings for each other but she doesn't want a relationship. i'm ok with that, i'll wait till she's ready for a relationship. but I have the feeling that she really doesn't love me. maybe i love her too much, while she loves me too little... Should I still hope and fight?

I wouldn’t. I would talk to your friend about how they’re making you feel and if they don’t return the feeling then move on.

anonymous asked:

i'm falling/have fallen out of love with someone who loves me so much, and i hate myself for it. i can't help who i do or don't love but i still feel like shit because i know what it's like to get heartbroken and question if someone ever loved you at all; i did love them but now i don't. i used to be like "wtf how do you unlove someone" but now i have and i don't know what to do with myself. i care about them too much to end the relationship but i'm not in love anymore. fml

The best thing to do if you don’t love them anymore is simply just tell them. Because you’re not happy and you’ll never be. Yes it might hurt them a lot but what about your happiness? Are you willing to sacrifice your happiness??

Stop wasting your time with individuals who aren’t really all about you. Stop trying to force connections that aren’t all there, or telling yourself that maybe the reason love isn’t happening for you is because your expectations are too high. It’s not unrealistic to desire a partner that is attentive to your needs and wants, and who puts in the effort to not only get to know you, but keep you happy and feeling secure. Don’t compromise the things you value in a relationship for people who keep missing the mark. Your time could be much better spent. Some day someone is going to walk into your life and make you realize just why you should never settle, and they will be so bold and clear with their love that you’ll never have to think twice.

I’m surprised that some people still refer to Yuri on Ice’s content as ‘yaoi fanservice’?

Like, I get that all the butt shots and Victor’s need to get naked every episode are fanservice of some form, but Victor and Yuuri’s relationship just isn’t.

Or, if you think it is, then just tell me: when do interactions between two characters of the same sex stop being ‘fanservice’ and start being a canonical relationship?

Like, seriously how much further do they have to go for you to realize that they’re *gasp* gay for each other?

I mean, what are you expecting? The things we see in straight couples? Like, Idk, maybe physical closeness? Hugs? Holding hands? Touching foreheads? Public declarations of love? The desire to seduce/be seduced by your partner? Mental support? The desire to help someone find confidence in their skills? The desire to know someone better but also the tact of knowing not to push too far? The act of understanding love thanks to one very specific person? The act of dedicating your best work to one specific person? The act of always being there for one specific person?

Come now, you must be dreaming, no pair of two characters of the same sex could get that sort of development.

Oh wait. They already did.

Tell me one more time that Yuri on Ice offers nothing but yaoi fanservice. I double freaking dare you.

Young girls in fandom (especially “fujoshi” ew) need to understand that being “obsessed” with gay men, having a ton of men loving men ships, calling us “sin” and seeing us as nothing but “HAWT YAOI” is not at all supporting gay relationships and is in fact an act of homophobia.

You are fetishising our love as if it were taboo and degrading us down to your oversexualised fantasies of us. We are not your kink or your guilty pleasure. It really needs to be addressed early on before it becomes a case of “um shut up im an adult woman and I can’t choose my sexuality as much as you can’t for being gay :)”.

Yes, this goes for men fetishising gay women too.

You deserve so much better than her. I hope you realize that. You’re worth more than constant fighting and hating your relationship. I don’t care if you miss her when she’s not around. I miss the old you, the happy you. The one that laughed every time I messed up my words and stayed up late dreaming about his future. You may not be perfect, but you deserve someone who doesn’t only say they love you but acts like it too. I just hope you realize that before it’s too late.
Prayers for Suicidal Hellenic Polytheists

(I’m having a really bad suicidal day, so this is inspired by @aro–aphrodite)

May Zeus provide you the strength to live, and the safe refuge of his protection for when the urges become too much.

May Hera remind you in your darkest hours, the most important relationship is the one with yourself; and may she bless and strengthen the bond of that very union.

May Poseidon keep you safe in all voyages, including the journey that is life. May he prevent you from drowning in both your thoughts and the waters deep below.

May Demeter keep you warm and love you just like a mother. May she send forth gifts of a still soothed mind, and allow all your efforts in recovery to be fruitful.

May Athena, destroyer of Giants, slay the urges and intrusive thoughts too large to defeat on your own. May she protect you and bless you with the will to keep fighting.

May Apollon be by your side, whether it be during therapy or at your bedside in the ward. May he be a ray of light to give you a glimmer of hope.

May Artemis shield you, and provide you relief. May you never be thrown to the wolves, but rather have the courage to bear your teeth for your own defence.

May Ares cover your battle scars, and protect you from more. May he give you the courage of an entire army,
and the support of one to. May you be reminded that you need not to win every battle to win the war.

May Aphrodite shower you with the love you deserve, including the love of yourself for yourself. May she remind and teach you that you are beautiful.

May Hephaistos provide you a creative outlet; a distraction to keep hands busy without a blade. May he teach you you can’t forge yourself without the flame, but you have been setting yourself on fire far too long.

May Hermes provide you a safe haven; be it a support group, or even just long drives in the rain to clear your head. May he hold your hand as you cross bridges, and let you find change on the ground after you do not jump.

May Dionysos put a smile on your face, and stand strong along side you, urging you to dance; he knows mental illness all to well. Dance away the demons, dance into relief.

May Haides, somber but not always impartial, lead you away from the incoming cars, and drop sweet nectar into your mouth. It is not yet your time.

May Persephone remind you that the greatest fall can lead you to the greatest heights. There is something honourable about walking out of rock bottom with your head held high, or walking on through like you own the place.

May Hestia keep you warm when your emotions are spent, leaving you numb and cold. May she bless you with a feeling of home whenever possible, and keep those hearth fires burning. And your own inner fire strong, as well.

The Gods demand Arête, your personal best. Arête is not being the most successful person in the world. Sometimes it is merely staying alive. And staying alive, well, that makes the Theoi very happy.

The Curse of Limbo: Nightingale

I hate that I did not know how to love you. I hate how we ended. I hate that we’re no longer talking. I hate myself for how I treated you. I hate that I called you a bitch that one time when we were downtown. I really screwed things up between us, didn’t I? You know something? I messed you up in the head, I did. But I fucked myself over too. Drugs come easy when you’re trying to forget. When you put so much into someone and left with so little of your own thoughts… that doesn’t even begin to define lost… I’m no longer in love with you, but I still write about you– it’s about the same thing, right? Did those years have meaning? Your sister in law once said to me that in a relationship– one person always loves the other person more. She said that I was the one to love too hard. Was I wrong? I still hold you pretty high. You forgive. You give my tears a stop sign. I realized a few things since you’ve been gone. It’s not love just because two people say I love you to one another. It’s not love just because there was passion. It’s not love just because it hurts. It’s not love just because we can hold it while it’s broken. It’s not love just because your parents didn’t accept us. It’s not love just because we accepted us. It’s not love just because you got me into poetry. It’s not love just because I still miss you. It’s not love just because I still love you. It’s not love just because all of the plans we’ve made. It’s not love. It’s not love. But at the time?

it was all I ever knew about love.

All Too Well (M) | Pt. 6

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

Summary: You and Yoongi shared a loving relationship with one another until you both agreed to end things and pursue your separate careers. But two years later, Yoongi is a member of the ever growing Bangtan Boys, and you are a new makeup artist for their upcoming tour.
Pairing: Yoongi | Reader
Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut; Idol & Makeup Artist AU
Word Count: 7,692
Author’s Note: Now, I don’t want to give away too much of this chapter right off the bat, but I’m giving this chapter an ‘M’ rating for a reason.


A lot of things have changed in the past 2 years—you are the last person who would ever try to deny that.

For instance, you don’t know if Yoongi still likes caramel macchiato with his two shots of espresso, or if he still reaches out to cling for the nearest source of warmth while remaining on the brink of unconsciousness, or even if music is still the most important thing in his life. You don’t know if he can still record the lyrics floating around in his mind as easily as gathering strings of cotton candy, or if he hides his emotions underneath miles and miles of apathy. There’s a lot of things you no longer know about Yoongi. You’ve changed a lot in 2 years and it would be foolish and naive to assume that Yoongi had not.

But there’s one thing you know has not changed over the course of that time, and that was how naturally you could fold yourself into Yoongi’s touch, how his lips could still light all the nerves underneath your skin like fire, sparking you into life, and how readily you could feel yourself responding to him.

When Yoongi dives back into for another kiss, one that contains just as much passion, anger, remorse, and desperation as the first one, you can’t deny on returning the gesture with equal frenzy. He still does good in making your mind spin like a top, your sense of gravity severely distorted as you feel like you might topple over if you don’t grip onto the closest thing that just so happens to be the fabric of Yoongi’s t-shirt. The material is soft in between your fingers, clenching it to pull him closer and he doesn’t protest. The kiss is hard, teeth and tongue and shallow breathing as Yoongi grips the edges of the makeup counter behind you as a means to cage you in and keep himself grounded.

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GOT7 Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

Jackson Wang || Jinyoung || Yugyeom ||


Originally posted by chichangyu

  • Let’s start off by saying that he is so selfless and kind in a relationship, like, he will text you to remind you to do basic everything things like eating or resting before he even thinks of doing it himself
  • And he’s going to be constantly thinking about you
  • “That reminds me of the time when {y/n} and I went to-”
  • “The park on your first date? yeah you mentioned it about thirty times in the last ten minutes, we get it.” 
  • Teasing by the other members
  • Of course it’s never nasty
  • Always fun and playful 
  • And Yugyeom gives zero fucks because he doesn’t have time for them basic bitches
  • “{y/n} has rather a few love marks at the moment”
  • “They’re beautiful right?”
  • Him admiring you from afar
  • And blushing when you notice
  • But never turning away
  • Staying at home dates because it’s one of the places he loves the most
  • Because at home is the place where the two of you are well and truly alone with no disruptions from band members or paparazzi to disrupt or stop the two of you. 
  • Sometimes he’ll want to do every day things with you like laundry or cooking because it reminds him of a normal life and allows him to forget about being idol and being famous for a while
  • Which to be honest is good for him, because it can get to anyone’s head if they’re in it for too long.
  • Of course, he loves being and idol and his fans mean so much to him as well as his band members
  • But sometimes he just likes to escape it, even for a little while
  • And you’re his best escape 
  • Him being shy
  • But it’s just so cute 
  • Him singing in the house
  • All the time
  • Like you’re pretty sure he’s having a mini X Factor competition in the shower every night as he sings at the top of his lungs 
  • You can’t complain though, not when he has the voice of an angel 
  • Cuddling whenever he can 
  • And kissing
  • Generally having a beautiful relationship with a beautiful man


Originally posted by yugyeomism

  • He’s rather shy, but that’s not going to stop him from being sexy af in the sheets
  • Those dancing hips being put to very good use
  • Careful what you say, because you might just find yourself regretting it not
  • “Yugyeom, you’re such a crybaby”
  • “Really? even when I make you cry baby every time you orgasm because it’s so good?”
  • “Okay fair point.” 
  • Him cuddling you in bed like his life depends on it
  • Shy smiles when you tell him that you love him
  • And even those he’s flustered he won’t hesitate to return the same words 
  • Him kissing you on the forehead as you fall asleep
  • And running his hands through your hair
  • Him singing at night as well
  • When he’s getting ready for bed and putting his PJ’s on
  • When he’s shaving
  • When he’s brushing his teeth
  • He almost loves singing as much as he loves you
  • and that is a lot. 
I saw you in the hallway again. You glanced over at me with a small smile on your face as you walked with your friends. Sometimes I wonder if you feel the same way. I wonder if you talk about how much you like me to your friends too. I wonder if your heart races whenever you see me too. I wonder if you’re too shy to talk to me too.
—  I wonder // 5:56am
OTP Prompt ft. my flatmates that have been together for 5 years

“Yes Dear” “Don’t Dear me” “Okay Dear”

*indignant voice* “I thought I trusted youuu”

“You’ve got a bruise on your face what is that?” *stares at* “It’s your bloody lipstick and you know it”

“That’s my spot” “You shouldn’t have moved th- aw cmon no don’t sit on me” “You’re comfy”

*puts cold hands on face* “I fucking hate you” *laugh* “Love you too” “I FUCKing ha-” *abrupt cut off*

“This is my garlic bread” “We’re in a relationship you have to share” “Noooo”

“Would you care if I died?” “Depends, have you wrote your will yet?”

“You’ve got a hole in your sock…” “…” “…” “Don’t you dare- nooo” *sock gets torn* “Why are you like this?” “Family tradition!” “I’m not family” “Not with that attitude”

“Put my rings back on for me” *does so* “Stop trying to put it on my wedding ring finger”

“I have soapy fingers” *wiggles them close to partner’s face* “Noooo”

I don’t think you’ll ever stop being the main character in my story. You might never think of me, maybe one day in October when coffee burns your lips like I do. Maybe when you wonder why you don’t like the smell of bubblegum anymore but love it all too much. Maybe that will be the extent of it. Maybe I’ll be a passing thought.

But not you. Every song is going to whisper your name, every lovely thought will feel like falling asleep in your arms and every new relationship will remind me of all the ways that they could never be you.

You won’t be my past. You’ll be my present and future and all the darkness in between. I’m never going to stop wondering if you’re looking at the same sky, I’m never going to stop wondering where you’re waking up, and who you’re waking up beside.

Maybe I’ll be bitter, nostalgic, angry, happy or just excruciatingly lonely. But I’ll never stop writing about you. No day will go by without remembering the things you made me feel, and the ways you made me myself.

One day you will be long gone, and somehow you’ll be everything but.

—  the air that I breathe ~ blue-delusion
A Place to Call Home

@batmanisbrucewayne1939 requested: I love your stories so much! I would like to request 6, 30, and 36. (You have to, if you want to)

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Warnings: angst, bad relationship with parents

After graduating from Hogwarts you bought yourself a flat in London. You didn’t have much money so it was small. But is was homely and the sound of your friends’ laughter and chatter when they came to visit made it a happy place.

You lived alone, much to your parents’ dismay. They had begged you to get a roommate after hearing all the terror going on at the moment due to Grindelwald. You had considered it but there just wasn’t space. There was only one bedroom and you weren’t about to sleep on the couch.

One snowy night in December, you were sat on the couch with a mug of tea and quiet music playing from the radio in the corner when there came a frantic knocking on the door. You tensed up, visions of Grindelwald’s followers bursting into the room filling your head. You set down your tea and crept to the door. Glancing through the peephole, you identified the visitor not as an evil wizard but one of your best friends.

“Newt!” You exclaimed pulling the door open and hugging your friend. “What are you doing here?” You and Newt had gone to Hogwarts together and bonded over your love of animals and your shared dislike of ancient runes. You pulled away from Newt and, only then, noticed the expression on his face. “What’s wrong?”

“I need a place to stay,” he said bluntly.

Newt had moved back in with his parents after leaving school. His plan was to spend one year there, organizing the trip he was going on to write his book. After that, he would be traveling and didn’t need a house.

“What do you mean?” You asked, guiding him into your apartment and closing the door behind you. His hands were freezing and you dragged him to the couch next to the roaring fire in the fireplace. “I thought you were at your parents’ house?”

“I can’t stay there anymore.” He shook his head for emphasis and you saw tears welling up in his eyes.

“It’s okay, shhhh,” you murmured soothingly, rubbing his back softly. “Tell me what happened.”

“They got mad,” he whispered faintly. “They were yelling at me because I wasn’t like him.”

“Him?” you prompted as Newt trailed off.

“Like my brother. Like Theseus. He’s an auror and a war hero and then there’s me. What am I doing?”

“Don’t say that,” you ordered. “I’ll tell you what you’re doing. You’re educating people. Your saving the lives of creatures who haven’t even been born yet. I’d say that’s a little more important than being an auror.”

“My parents don’t think so. They called them monsters!” he spat out angrily. “They’re not monsters! They’re not!”

“I know,” you assured him. “I know they’re not monsters. You can stay here if you want,” you added. “It might be a little tight but we can make it work.”

“Really?” The look he gave you melted your insides.

“Of course!” You blushed looking away. “I care about you and I’m not going to let you be homeless.”

“Thank you,” he said sincerely.

You pulled him in for a hug. He rested his head on your shoulder and you leaned yours against his. You could feel him playing with a strand of your hair and you smiled. You sat like that for a while, not talking, not moving. Just being in each other’s presence.

“What do I do?” He asked finally.

“What do you mean?” You furrowed your brow. “I thought you were staying with me?”

“No-I mean, I am. I meant how do I change? How do I make people like me the way they like Theseus?”

“I’ll tell you what to do. Be you. No one else can.” You gave him a look. “There’s only one Newt Scamander in the world and he better not change! Promise?”  

Newt cracked a smile. “Yeah, I promise.” You nodded in satisfaction.

“Now, there are some guidelines to living with me,” you told him sternly.

“Go on,” he said attentively.

“I pick the music.” You gestured to the radio in the corner and he nodded. “I get the left side of the bed.” He blushed at this and looked away.

“O-okay,” he agreed shakily. “Any more rules?”

“I think that’s it,” you considered. “Deal?”

“Yeah, deal.” You held out your hand and he shook it laughing. “You are something else Y/N, you know that?”

“So I’ve been told.” You grinned cheekily.


MARKJAE (got7 otp challenge 2/21)–

‘take my hand and my heart and soul, i will only have these eyes for you…’cause you are the only one’– ed sheeran“ONE”

60 Seconds (Part 2/10)

Summary: You’re part of the Avenger’s team, but that doesn’t mean you get treated the same by everyone. Your relationship with Bucky is playful, but as your past comes back to haunt you, things might change. 

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: ~1100 (sorry it’s shorter - longer parts are coming!)

Warnings: Language

A/N: Thank you so much for breaking 100 notes on part 1! That’s CRAZY. I love you all. Hopefully you enjoy this part too! Let me just say things start happening soon ;)

Tags: @hymnofthevalkyries @lilasiannerd @andhiseyesweregreen @pandarosita @xenaathena @skeletoresinthebasement @the-freakin-cookie-monster @ailynalonso15 @your-puddin @colouredwater @hellomissmabel @clairefxkingtemple


         When you woke up the next morning, you were definitely feeling the effects of your little fight with Bucky. Your back was killing you, and your shoulders were stiff. As if to add insult to injury, when you opened the fridge that morning to get some eggs, there was another empty carton, this time with a sticky note that read, “For Y/N.”

         That’s it. You were going to kill him.

         “Woah, what’s with the murderous expression?” Nat asked you as she sat down at the kitchen island.

         You held up the carton and the note in answer to her question. She rolled her eyes.

         “Y/N, he’s just trying to mess with you. He knows how much you hate it, so obviously, he’s going to do it,” Nat told you. “He’s feeling more… well, I can’t say himself exactly, but with Steve and the rest of us helping him, he’s more adjusted. Naturally, he’s going to revert back a little to a stupid guy with testosterone poisoning.”

         “Yeah, well, he stepped back big time. Seriously, he’s an asshole,” you told her. “I’m not sure how much more I can stand.”

         “Morning,” you heard Steve greet you as he walked through the kitchen. “We’re going to have a little meeting in a few minutes, just so you know.”

         Nat raised an eyebrow. “What, did someone break something and we need to find the culprit? Since when have we needed a family meeting?”

         Steve sighed. “I’ll explain it once everyone else gets here.”

         You waited patiently, chatting away with Nat and drinking away at your apple juice (you’d prefer milk with breakfast, but that wasn’t going to work for obvious reasons). Once everyone showed up, Steve spoke up.        

         “I’m sure you guys are wondering why we’re here,” Steve began.

         “No, Captain, I’m actually just here to watch TV,” Tony spoke up. You watched as his snarky comment was ignored, and Steve continued.

         “HYDRA’s activity levels have been spiking as of late. We have agents doing what they can to subdue them for now, but I have a feeling we’ll be busy for a while,” Steve said. “And they’re not just bringing in their usual guys – they’re gaining access to dangerous criminals, even a few enhanced individuals, and we need to prepare. So, to do that, we’re going to train. We’ll be doing a lot of small, 2 or 3 person-based missions so we can be more efficient with our resources. That’s why we’ll be partnering up. Nat, you’re with Sam. Wanda with Clint. I’ll be with Tony. And Y/N with Bucky.”

         “What?” you exclaimed.

         “Looks like you’re with me, doll. This is good – more opportunities to kick your ass like yesterday,” Bucky said, bouncing up and down on his heels in excitement. “I’m looking forward to this.”

         “Steve, come on, let me be with Nat. We’ve known each other for longer, we’re more evenly matched—” you began.

         “The point isn’t to be evenly matched, Y/N,” Steve told you. “It’s to improve. Each of you is better than your training partner in some way – by training with them, you’ll learn how to counter that, if you can. Or, you’ll just fall on your ass all the time.”

         “That’ll be you,” Bucky stage-whispered to you. You bit the inside of your cheek to contain your outburst.

         Despite the fact that your blood was boiling, you followed everyone to the training facility. Nat gave your hand a reassuring squeeze before she separated off with Sam.

         Bucky smiled at you. “Ready for round 2, doll?”

         You glared at him. “Are you?”

         As you and Bucky began to fight, he began getting the upper hand. It didn’t help you were sore, either. But you knew your enemies wouldn’t back down just because you were hurting or injured – so during training, that wouldn’t be the case, either. Bucky continued to overpower you, but you were determined to last as long as you could.

         You knew that if Bucky ever got on top of you, it was over, so that meant you couldn’t tackle him unless he was in a position where he couldn’t easily move and pin you instead. His metal arm was another thing you needed to avoid – you couldn’t overpower that if you tried. Typical moves to bend it uncomfortably or to use it to redirect Bucky’s body wouldn’t work, since the damn thing was too well designed. But his other arm… that was human. That could bend and break. Sure, it took way more force what with the super soldier serum running through his veins, but it gave you a better chance than trying to deal with his vibranium one.

         You made sure to dodge out of his way, keeping either out of reach of or staying on the right side of him so his left arm didn’t touch you.

         “Running away, doll?” he asked.

         You shook your head. “Never.”

         Your plan was working – well, somewhat. You were lasting longer than yesterday’s fight, but still, you couldn’t just dodge forever. You had to land some hits in, too.

         When you were somehow able to get a jab to his throat, both of you were shocked – you hadn’t gotten a single hit until now.

         “I half expected you to keep dodging. Glad it’s getting interesting, now,” Bucky told you.

         “Oh, just wait,” you told him.

         Suddenly, you took a hold of his right wrist and his elbow, pulling his arm behind him and twisting. He grunted in pain, and you kicked the back of his knees, making him drop. His left arm reached to grab you, but you dodged it, jumping up onto his shoulders, your legs pinning his left arm to his chest, and pulled his right one up to you as Bucky dropped to try to throw you off. You quickly took his right arm in between your legs, holding his wrist as you crossed your ankles.

          “All right, all right, fine,” you heard Bucky grumble. “Don’t break my arm, doll.”

         “Keep pulling stupid shit, and you’re going to tempt me to even more,” you told him, but you released your hold. It felt good to win.

         Bucky rolled his shoulder with a sigh. “I’ll admit, I’m a bit impressed. Only a little – I could still kick your ass.”

         “Yeah, totally, you just neglected to this time around,” you responded, your tone a mixture of anger and sarcasm. “Keep telling yourself that, Bucky.”

         He smirked that stupid smirk at you. “Training isn’t over yet, doll. You have to pull that type of win off again, and I don’t think you can do it.”

         You were damned if you weren’t going to try.    

guys as much as i love zimbits and how totally whipped jack is for bitty, you gotta remember how important shitty is to jack, too

  • shitty has always been there. i see these posts all like “bitty is the only person jack can be himself around” and i just?? no?? 
  • jack and shitty met just a year after jack’s overdose. at that point in time, jack had no one. his parents loved him but there was still so much pressure. kent and him weren’t speaking. and now here he is, in this brand new place, knowing absolutely no one 
  • being mentally ill and alone is not a good combination, either. it’s easy to get lost in your head, to go right back to harmful behaviors or even to start new ones 
  • but then shitty came along. shitty, who was loud and funny and who everyone loved. who didn’t give two shits about what others had to say. who was as outwardly passionate as jack felt inside 
  • and i don’t know how they became friends exactly, but I bet they just gravitated towards each other naturally (or, more accurately, jack followed shitty around until he took pity on the guy and asked if he wanted to hang out sometime) 
  • jack isn’t good at making friends. he’s quiet and awkward and likes watching history documentaries more than going to parties. he’s got his moods, and he’s not exactly the friendliest person. 
  • but shitty doesn’t care. he sees jack for who he really is, sees how hard he’s trying to find his place again. he doesn’t care about his name, doesn’t care about his past or the scars it left.
  • and jack just. he can’t believe this. he can’t believe he’s found someone who is willing to love him, even though he thinks he’s too fucked up for anything like that again. 
  • they grow really, really close. shitty gets weirder, jack opens up more. jack learns to be more friendly with others, but even as he makes friends with the other boys on the team, it’s nothing like what he has with shitty. 
  • because shitty is his best friend. and jack is shitty’s. they’ve seen each other laugh and cry and stoned while being but-ass naked (well, that one is mainly shitty) 
  • they probably have like. so many inside jokes. there will be a pair of broken sunglasses on the counter and they’ll just look at each other and bust up laughing and everyone else is just like. u guys okay.
  • imagine how many bad nights shitty’s helped jack through. how many times he’s been the one to hold him after a game, after the media takes another hit at jack. how shitty will lay with him or offer him a joint or even just ramble on about who knows what until jack can think straight again 
  • and same with jack, too. jack’s probably indulged shitty and spooned with him when he cries about his family. told him it doesn’t matter, they’re obviously shit if they can’t treat shitty right. lets shitty yell and punch and just lose it when it gets to be too much. 
  • and oh god the platonic flirting!! jack probably has such bad body image from growing up as a not-very-pretty chubby kid with actual model parents
  • and shitty just totally annihilates any bad feelings, loudly claiming things like “jack zimmermann’s cheek bones could cut glass. seriously. i had to get 4 stitches last time i touched his face.” and jack never says it but he loves it so much okay 
  • and don’t even think for ONE second keeping his relationship with bitty from shitty isn’t killing jack inside. I bet he’s the first person they tell. Because Shitty is Jack’s better half, the person who’s been there for him through everything, and the fact that he can’t share this new wonderful thing with him is torture. 

tldr; platonic relationships are consistently overlooked and undervalued and shitty and jack have been in love long before bitty came along