megan's smile

i’m in my prime,
not withering and old.
but i refuse to play
your wicked games any longer.

i know this tether is unbreakable,
but you make me feel like i’m interchangeable.
you drew a target on my heart,
when did this become fatal attraction?

i don’t have the strength,
the energy,
nor the patience
to be held hostage by your love.

so baby please don’t despair
when i say that
i’ve found the courage to
let you go.

you were never meant to be tied down in the first place.

—  believing i could love you was my mistake, c.j.n.

Underrated* but extremely good shots of Yuuri from episode eleven:

He is sad in this episode, but he still looks good.

So soft, so good. 

He looks like a prince about to kiss a princess’s hand in a fairy-tale. 

Victor:  ₍₍ (̨̡ ‾᷄♡‾᷅ )̧̢ ₎₎

I’m just including this because it is MY FAVORITE EVER.

QUAD FLIP. +3 GOE. GET IT.

Yes,  you were underscored. This is highway robbery. 

Smiling megane eros. Ideal Yuuri.

Hug him.

Sweet, trying to be optimistic Yuuri putting on a brave face for press. My boy you are strong.  ♥ ♥

Looking adorable, about to be a self-sacrificing idiot in love. Katsuki Yuuri plz. 

*secret: all shots of Yuuri are underrated because it’s not possible to appreciate him enough. 

The Other Woman (Part 7)

Pairing: Jensen x Reader, A tiny hint of Jared x Reader

Word Count: 2695

Summary: You’ve always been a good girl. You did as you were told. But how did you end up as the other woman?

A/N: 2 chapters in a week? Unbelievable! Hooooooo boy. I can’t believe how much love this series is receiving.As always, thank you for your patience and your feedbacks are always loved. 

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Megan Padalecki was not at all how you would have pictured Jared’s little sister. You weren’t sure what you expected, but it wasn’t what came bursting forth your front door. Charlie was immediately up from her seat on the sofa situated in front of the fireplace. She had been reading but the sudden intrusion into your house was enough to have her flying across the room.

“You ought to check if your front door is locked next time,” Charlie muttered under her breath.

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Switching Up A Gear - Chapter 1

Summary: Megan is fiery Omega and the Manager for Team Stark, one of the most successful NASCAR teams on the circuit. Her boss Tony recruits a new driver to work alongside their current one Steve Rogers, she soon has to cope with two Alpha males butting heads, and when she finally meets the new driver she’s in for a surprise.
Pairing: OC Megan x Bucky Barnes
Triggers/Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, none really for this chapter.
A/N: This is a Avengers/NASCAR AU, and one that will also include the Alpha/Beta/Omega verse, however i have decided to make sure i explain things for people not used to this genre within the story, so if you don’t know, or haven’t read A/B/O before i can assure you that this story will make sense!

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Switching Up A Gear – Chapter 1

Megan closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, the scent of gasoline and motor oil filling her senses and calming her nerves. Even with the ear plugs in, the constant roar of engines reverberated through her body and pushed at her mind. Racing was in her soul. She’d grown up on the circuit and had spent her working life so far doing everything from being a PR girl in spandex booty shorts to what she was doing now; managing Team Stark.

Her boss Tony Stark was the owner and CEO of Stark Industries, dabbling in everything from arms and weaponry to alternative energy sources. He was also a shameless flirt and had at least one scandal a year that Megan would have to work tirelessly with their PR whizz Wanda to quell in the press and work with their legal team for the appropriate out of court settlement.

Squinting into the hot North Carolina sunshine Megan felt the first trickle of perspiration run down her back, her red and gold uniform blouse sticking to her skin, her tight pencil skirt reminding her that she needed to switch to the jersey fabric when she was back on home ground, the local humidity clinging to her the moment she’d stepped outside. Adjusting her sunglasses she strode around the pits, her high heels expertly dodging the patches of spilt oil as she headed to the bay they were working out of.

Stepping into the relative darkness of the low roofed building, she hooked her sunglasses into the front of her blouse, blinking a few times as her pupils adjusted to the low light and to wet her contact lenses after the heat of the racetrack, plucking her earplugs out as she ventured further into the building.

“Hey Beautiful, looking hot”

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