she out sassed him!



Lance Tucker

Warnings: swearing, indirect mentions of sex

Tags: @buckysteetime @casandcaffrey @thatbandchick39 @insickopedia @carabarnes13 @petals-overdaisies @canadiancoven @potterhead7656 @laurenxyz @hoopluh @cassandralallorona @spiritassassins

Part two

Part three

Part four

“Well fuck, she’s good.” Hope sighs from the office, her eyes scouring the new America’s Sweetheart. It’s not that Hope didn’t like Y/N, she actually adored the girl and how open-minded she was. What Hope didn’t like was the extreme attention the short girl was receiving from the country.

Hope thought it was a rumor when she heard about what this girl could do. But, when she saw Y/N doing the entire Olga Korbut bar routine without so much as blinking an eye, she knew this girl was the real deal.

“She fuckin’ better be, I argued with her old coach for over three hours on the phone last week until he finally let me have her.” Lance smirks, walking up to the window to watch Y/N clapping some chalk on her hands.

“Think she’ll win gold?” Hope asks, her eyes trailing along Lance’s form when he’s not looking. 

“She’s going to win a lot of gold by the looks of it. Just gotta make sure she doesn’t get cocky is all.” Lance responds, moving to the door and opening it. “You coming or are you just going to stalk my protege?”

Hope rolls her eyes, trudging behind him. “I’m not stalking. I’m just watching to see how good she actually is. There’s no way she’s as good as everyone says.”

“Oh shut up,” Lance rolls his eyes, walking over to the uneven bars. “She’s a hell of a lot better than you. I bet she won’t bring a single bronze home, all gold and silver - just like her coach.”

They stand along the mats, watching one of the trainers spot her from below as Y/N jumps onto the upper bar. “Atta girl.” The trainer mumbles, his eyes locked on her form as she lifts her body up.

Lance can’t say he wasn’t impressed when he saw her during the USAG Championship. He was only there to watch, not to scout, but ended up tracking down Y/N after her performances. 

She had moved with such grace and fluidity that he was sure she was the girl who would bring home the gold during the olympics. So, naturally, he threatened his way into getting her on his team.

“Her arms are sloppy.” Hope chides, crossing her own across her chest. Lance smirks at her jealousy, finding it almost as amusing as the time she tried to out-sass him.

“Her arms are exactly where they should be.” Lance snickers, watching as his gymnast flings along the bars with ease, her body twisting and releasing along them.

Chalk flies from Y/N’s hands as she transitions from bar to bar, keeping her balance and speed. The trainer steps in to spot her as she performs a 2.5 twirl along the bars. 

“Legs!” Lance yells, watching as her feet near the lower bar. She tightens her core, keeping her legs loose and pliable. Lance watches, knowing very well her new move was about to happen.

Lance hadn’t seen her accomplish this task yet, or even had seen her attempt it. He simply told her what he wanted her add into her routine this morning and assumed she’d know exactly what to do.

In hindsight, it was a stupid ass idea on Lance’s part.

He watches as she releases her hands from the bar, flying up in the air to do a 4.5 twist. Y/N makes it around twice, nearing her third time when her foot smacks off the bar, disorienting her gravity.

The trainer misses her by an inch, her body falling into the mats from over eight feet. She coughs, her body taking a hard hit from the sound of the impact, her head laying against the mat.

“What the fuck was that?” Lance scowls, crouching down over Y/N to pull her up by her arms. She groans, her breath still knocked out of her beyond belief.

“My fucking foot hit it.” Y/N sighs, looking at the red, angry mark on her foot. “I can’t get that move down unless I release earlier, and if I release earlier then I won’t be able to grab the bar on my way down.”

“Tough shit, you’re gonna learn the move. Get back up there.” Lance pats some chalk off her back, his eyebrow cocking when she shakes her head. He can’t help but sneak a peak at her chest, rising and falling quickly.

“I can’t fucking breathe Coach, give me a minute.”

“Did I ask for your input? I said get the fuck back up there and do it again.” 

Y/N throws a look up at Lance, her eyes narrowing. “And I said I can’t breathe, so give me a damn minute or else I won’t do this at all.”

Lance chuckles, chewing on the gum against his molars. “C’mere. Hope, get her some water.” 

“I’m an olympic medalist, I’m not a water-boy.” Hope snarls, clenching her fists along her USA jacket. Lance gives her a look, sending the blonde off to get refreshments.

Y/N trudges over to Lance, her breaths shallow. He turns her, placing his hands on her shoulders. “You’re too tense, you need to relax. When’s the last time you got fucked?”

“Oh shut up.” Y/N snaps, groaning when Lance starts digging his fingers into her muscles, massaging out any kinks.

“I’m actually being serious right now. Sex helps loosen you up, it was my secret weapon during the Olympics.” He hums, remembering those long nights he spent with members of the Women’s US team.

“It’s none of your damn business, Coach Tucker.” She whines when he drags his fingers across a particularly large knot, kneading it away with his thumbs.

Tucker shrugs, feeling her hip shift. “I’m your coach now, everything in your life is my business. From what you eat and drink to exactly what positions you’re in when you’re having sex. So, when was the last time you had sex?”

He smirks when she rolls her eyes, a grin on her lips. He liked how she could take his attitude whereas many people found it repulsive. He was cocky because he could be, he saw no issue with it what-so-ever.

“Sunday.” She sighs, backing into his touch as he grinds his palm along her lower back. 

He nods, realizing that was only two days ago. “Well you clearly have to have sex more often if you’re already so tense after only two days. Did you take an ice bath like I told you?”

She nods, lulling her head to the side. “Yeah, last night. It fuckin’ sucked.” She says, causing Lance to chuckle. “How many times do I have to do it?”

“I want you to have one at least every night after practice, helps keep you from tearing anything. I could always join you, make the water a bit warmer.” He winks, watching her raise an eyebrow at him.

“I think I’m all set by myself but I’ll let you know.” She hums as Lance runs his fingers back up to her shoulders, pressing hard. 

He shrugs, liking the noises she makes when he hits a particularly achy part. “Did you stop eating those damn Cheetos like I told you to?”

“I did for like a day but they’re so good. I eat great otherwise, I don’t see why i can’t have some Cheetos once in a while.” She mutters, arching her back to allow him easier access to her muscles.

“You can’t have Cheetos because clearly they go straight to your ass.” Lance scolds, looking down at her bum. “I don’t even know how you fit it in your leotard.”

“Is that why you stare at it all the time?” She rolls her eyes, smirking. “Plus, it’s not like it’s hurting my routines. Hope has a huge rack and she medaled.”

“Hope also got bronze. We’re shooting for gold.” Lance pulls his hands away from her, tugging her wrists behind her back to stretch her shoulders. He peers down and see’s a bruise forming across her foot already. “And sweetheart, any guy with eyes would stare at it.”

“What if I only have Cheetos twice a week?” Y/N tries, throwing an award-winning smile over her shoulder.

It’s Lances turn to roll his eyes at the girl. “No more Cheetos. I set you on a strict diet and those carb-loaders are ruining it. I don’t need your ass to grow anymore than it already has.”

“If I give up Cheetos can I not do this routine until tomorrow when my ribs don’t feel like they’re cracked?” 

“This isn’t up for debate. You’re giving up junk food for good and you’re getting your ass back on those bars right now.” Lance orders, looking around. “Where the fuck is Hope with your water?”

Lance knows exactly why Hope’s taking so long to get Y/N water - she’s jealous. He figured she’d get a little jealous from all the attention he was going to shower Y/N with, but he didn’t think it’d be this bad.

“Probably poisoning it.” Y/N shrugs, lifting her leg up next to her head to stretch. Lance nods, not fully ruling out the idea. “So I heard a rumor about you.”

He cocks his head, beckoning for her to continue. “I heard you got your medal tattooed around your dick. Not that I want to see it, I’m just wondering if it’s true.” Y/N putters.

“Do you fantasize about my dick a lot?” Lance prods, a teasing smirk crossing his features. She shakes her head, not phased by his commentary by any means.

“No, more or less I wonder how much of an arrogant asshole you are. You dick doesn’t cross my mind.” She hums, pulling her leg higher up until a distinct pop comes from her hip. “Do you fantasize about my tits a lot? You seem to always be looking at them.”

He grins, liking her attitude. “Sometimes, usually when my flavor of the week leaves and I’m still horny.” He watches her cork an eyebrow, chuckling. “And the rumors are true, you can see it if you want.” Lance grins, griping the bottom of his shirt encouragingly.

She shrugs, lifting her other leg. “I think I’ll pass, but thanks for the offer. I mean, I guess it’s only fair that I know everything about you since you’re going to be digging into my personal life for the next few months.”

“Do you have any tattoos?” He asks, reaching out to grip her ankle so she can lift her arms above her head and complete the stretch.

She shakes her head, lowering her leg from Lance’s grasp. Hope walks up, a cup of water in her hands and a scowl on her thin lips. “Here’s your protege’s water.”

“Took you long enough.” Lance mutters, looking at the cup. “You can drink that, I’m gonna call it a night. Y/N, you’re free to go as long as you promise to do the routine first thing tomorrow.”

“Are you shitting me? It’s only eight!” Hope throws her arms outwards, nearly sending water from the cup.

“I don’t know who the fuck died and made you her coach, but I sure as hell didn’t. And as her coach, I say she can go home now.” He snaps down at the blonde, eyebrows raised in mock-confusion.

“What the fuck?” Megan snaps from her bed, shielding her eyes from the lights turning on. She sees Coach Tucker’s figure, her eyebrows cocking as she watches.

He turns and points at her, continuing his stroll through the hall. “Shut the fuck up and go back to bed, Megan.” 

Lance walks by the girls doors, their whines emitting through the walls from being woken up at three in the morning. He reaches his desired door, pulling it open and turning the light on.

Y/N doesn’t even budge, her body sprawled out across the mattress. “Wake up.” Lance says, pulling her blanket off her body. He wipes his eyes, looking at her bed attire.

A loose tee-shirt covers her body and a pair of tiny panties that don’t cover a damn thing. 

She groans into her pillow, curling up into herself. “Don’t fuck with me Y/N, we have to train. Let’s go.” He slaps at her legs, smirking as she starts kicking her feet out towards him.

“S’okay, you can go without me.” She slurs, her eyes clenched shut. Lance quirks a brow, nearly laughing at her words. 

“I don’t have to train, I already won silver and gold. You have to train because, oh, that’s right, you haven’t won a medal yet.” Lance snickers, pulling at her ankle.

She reaches a hand up, holding onto her headboard. “I haven’t even gotten to the olympics yet, let me sleep.”

She holds tighter to the headboard as Lance pulls her foot harder, shifting her body to lay out. She lays on her stomach, one of her legs extended into his hands.

“Get some clothes on and let’s go.” He snaps at her, barking orders. She doesn’t respond, settling into her pillow. “If I have to carry you out of this bed then so fucking be it.”

She groans as he lets go of her leg, placing his hands on her waist and tugging her even harder. “Let go, let me sleep.” 

He pulls harder at her, shocked at her pure desire to stay in bed after being manhandled. “Just get the fuck up, holy shit.” He seethes, clenching his hands on her waist and lifting her.

She releases the bed frame, dead-weighting herself in his arms. He catches her easily, shooting a warning glare at her only to see her eyes closed. She curls into his chest, trying to fall back asleep.

“Y/N, wake the fuck up.”

“You said you’d carry me, so no.”

“For fucks sake.” He grimaces, hiking her up his chest so he can look around her room. “Where are your clothes, you can’t work out in this shit.”

She mumbles into his jacket, pointing over his shoulder. He turns opening the closet doors and scanning through the neatly hung clothing. He grabs some shorts, looking for a top.

“You wearing a bra?” He hums, looking down at her chest for a minute.

She snorts, shaking her head. “Nobody sleeps with a bra on, makes your tits small.”

“Maybe that’s what you need. I’ve never seen a gymnast with a body like yours.” He snidely smirks, pulling a sports bra from the closet and assumes that was fine.

He grabs her bag in the corner of the room, tossing it over his shoulder while holding her with one arm. Kicking her door closed behind him, he moves down the hall. 

Most of the girls are still awake, looking at Y/N’s body in his arms. “Go the fuck back to sleep.” He nearly yells at them all, his hand curling around Y/N’s legs.

“Don’t mind if I do.” Y/N smirks into his chest, humming.

“No,” He snaps, “Not you. We’re going to train - I said first thing in the morning and I sure as hell meant it.”

He jogs down the small flight of stairs, reaching the foyer of the rented house for the gymnasts. “Happy to know you don’t stray from your word.” She snickers, nuzzling into him. “But it’s too early for this, take me back to bed.”

“I’m your coach, you listen to me. I’m not here to make you comfortable, I’m here to get you the gold. So shut the fuck up and keep your eyes open. You have to train.” Lance snaps, unlocking his car door.

She just hums, releasing her hold on him. “I think you just came over to see how cute I look when I sleep.” She teases, smiling lazily up at him.

“No, but good guess.” Lance smirks, placing her in the car.

She shrugs, watching as he moves around and gets into the front seat. “Lies, you totally just wanted to see me. You missed me, huh?”

“Shut up and start wrapping your hands.” Lance tosses, watching a grin form on her lips. 

He liked her, liked the realness and confidence she exuded. He hadn’t met anyone like her before and damn, she was a force to be reckoned with.

Sexy times to come..How do you guys feel about an equally as cocky reader? I feel like theres so many sub!readers for Lance and I figured i’d switch it up a bit?

The Detour

Characters: Rick Grimes, Michonne, Daryl Dixon. Judith, Carl, Glenn and Maggie mentioned.

Pairing: Richonne

Warnings: Bickering, Poor Daryl - might have scared him for life, Dumbass Rick, Implied smut.    

Word Count: 2000ish

A/N: I have tried avoiding this for sooo long. I started watching The Walking Dead with @mysupernaturalfics a while back. Not knowing much about it but JDM is big bad Negan which I haven’t caught up to yet. Ever since Michonne came on I shipped Richonne sooo hard and last when they finally kissed my trashy ass broke and I saw @waywardmoeyy Awkward Moment challenge the day after. So here goes. My first Richonne AND my first TWD fic! I am messing with time a little. I am thinking this is pre Hilltop, but Rick and Michonne are together. I know this trip wouldn’t be possible to squeeze in but it is fanfiction so deal with it. :P

Thanks to @mysupernaturalfics for getting me stuck in a richonne hole but also for betaing for me.

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

It had been a long few days out on the road, filled with nothing but bad luck at first. Rick, Michonne and Daryl had left to go scavenging for food, leaving Alexandria behind in Glenn and Maggie’s capable hands.

Daryl usually liked being out on the road and he had at first on this trip too. Nothing about this world was perfect but out here he felt as if he was making a difference. He was doing something that mattered. Daryl always felt a little claustrophobic being stuck in the town for too long. Being out on the road was a relief. Right up until Rick had started trying to impress Michonne, leading to one dumb accident after another. The latest being a ill advised shortcut which had gotten their van stuck for hours causing Michonne’s mood to turn sour fast.

In case you are wondering a woman’s mood really is contagious, at least when she spend those hours struggling to get the truck loose sassing her boyfriend, who bickered back just as frustrated with himself as she was with him.

Daryl was going crazy listening to them. He hadn’t bothered speaking much since his ill advised comment that he could leave them alone for an hour if they needed a lay. Daryl didn’t scare easy, but he had learned to shut up when Michonne gave him her sideways glare. He liked his head where it was, not on the ground, severed from his body by a sword and badass bitch.

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As much as I adore 11/River, I’m actually convinced that 12/River would be absolute gorgeousness, and hella cute.

Getaway Part Four

A/N: Remember Parts will be posted every Friday until this series is over! If it gets to 100 notes before Friday, I’ll post it sooner! This story will always be written from Calum’s point of view, because things get more interesting that way. Assume it’s Calum’s P.O.V unless stated other wise. Also this is a filler, shit’s about to go down within the next few chapters.

Word Count: 2k +

Warnings: Drugs, detailed murder, abuse, gangs, violence, profanity



Part One // Part Two // Part Three

“I’m bored!” Y/n whined from her spot on the couch next to me. We were watching a movie with just Luke, Mike, and Ashton. Not everyone lives here, just us boys, Y/n, and a few of our best men that we might need, but they normally are always here. Today, is one of the few times we get breaks and don’t have to all be together. I sighed and rolled my eyes at her, “Shush, we’re trying to watch a movie.” I told her as she smirked.

“Oh, yeah, because everyone is so interested in this movie.” She said motioning around the room. Ashton sat on the other side of her on his phone doing who knows what, Luke was also on his phone, but he was texting someone. Michael was in the kitchen getting snacks the Ashton requested, and no one besides me was watching the movie.

I huffed, “Fine, I didn’t want to watch this movie anyways."  I said as I shut the movie off and looked over at Y/n. "So what did you want to do?” She looked down with a concentrated face.

She gasped, “Do you want to go swimming?” She asked excitedly. Ashton looked up from his phone and looked at us. “Did you say swimming?”

“Swimming?” Luke and Michael both asked excitedly when they heard Ashton. I nodded with a confused look on my face, “Yeah, swimming.” I said and watched Luke’s face break out into a grin.

“Can I come with you guys? Please? I really want to go swimming, I haven’t swam in ages.” He exaggerated. Y/n started laughing, “You know we’re just going out into the backyard right? You could go swimming anytime you’d like.” She said with a giggle.

Luke pouted, “Yeah, but no one ever wants to go with me, and I don’t want to look like a loser by myself at the pool.” I laughed and shook my head, “You are a loser.” Michael laughed as Luke’s mouth hung open.

“Up top!” Michael called as he ran towards me with his hand up. I gave him a loud, and hard high five with a  laugh. “You know what? Fuck you guys!” Luke laughed as he stuck up the middle finger towards us.

I stuck mine up back at him, and Ashton laughed, “Alright, while you guys do whatever this is, I’m going to get ready.”

“I second that.” Y/n said as she walked upstairs to her room. I nodded, “Yeah, come on, we aren’t waiting for you guys.” I laughed as Luke and Michael looked shocked.

“What do you mean?” Michael laughed, “You were in on it too!” I laughed and shook my head as we all got up to get ready. When I came down after getting my black and red bathing suit bottoms on, I noticed the boys were already in the pool, but there was no trace of Y/n.

“Where’s Y/n at?” I asked with my eyebrows furrowed. “She hasn’t come out yet mate.” Michael said with a beer in his hand as he got into the pool with Ashton and Luke.

I laughed as I got in with a beer as well. “She was the second person to get ready, how does she take so long?” The boys shrugged, and Ashton laughed, “I guess it’s just a girl thing.”

The boys laughed and nodded. I smiled and turned to see the patio doors that I heard being opened. I stared in awe at the beautiful girl that had just walked out to the pool.

“Sorry I took so long boys, I couldn’t find my towel.” Y/n said as she held up her purple towel. She noticed me looking her up and down shamelessly with a smile on my face.

“Hey Hood! My eyes are up here.” She said with a laugh while I rolled my eyes. “I know that, I was just simply admiring you.” I said with a grin as I watched her roll her eyes.

She smiled at me, “Make room, I want to do a flip.” She said while tying her hair up in a messy bun. The boys and I backed away from the diving board area and into the shallow end more. She laughed as she ran to the diving board and did a front flip into the pool.

She came back up screaming with joy, “That was amazing! I missed the pool.” She looked at each of us and started swimming over here to me. “That was really good babe.” I said quietly to her when she reached me.

She giggled and smiled wide, “Thanks, it was so much fun. I love the pool.” I nodded. I took another gulp of my beer and noticed her looking at me intently. I chuckled, “Yes Miss. Y/l/n?” She smiled, “Can I have one?” She asked casually and nodded towards my beer.

I nodded and called over to Michael who was walking back from the cooler, “Hey Mike, Y/n wants a beer.” He looked over at us and shook his head, “I took the last one.” He said as he opened his beer and drank from it.

Y/n laughed, “Fuck you Mike!” She called and his laugh rang throughout the yard, “You wish Y/l/n!” I laughed along with everyone else. Y/n pouted and I cooed at her, “It’s ok Y/n, you can get one next time.” I laughed.

“Can I just have some of yours?” She asked and my eyes widened, “Oh, um, sure, here.” I said and handed her my bottle of beer. She smiled gratefully and gulped some of it down.

“Here, I don’t want to drink all of it, it’s yours.” She said with a smile as she handed the bottle back to me. I chuckled and hoisted myself half way out of the pool to place the beer on the patio.

She looked at me in confusion and I smirked. I cupped my hands and made a huge splash go right in her face. She squealed and I heard the boys laughing. “Calum’s really making her wet now!” Michael yelled and then cackled soon after.

I laughed at his cackled and flipped him off. Y/n laughed as well and shook her head. “Whatever,” She said with a roll of her eyes, and a small smile. She stayed a good amount away from me and I pouted, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to splash you,” I chuckled, “Come back?” I asked as I extended my arms in her direction.

She pondered a bit, then smiled and started swimming to me. “Sike!” She yelled and splashed me right in the face, like I had done to her. I laughed and wiped my face with my hands to get the water droplets off. “That’s it!” I screamed and leaped onto her and pulled her underneath with me.

We came back up shortly after, and started laughing, “Come with me,” She said as she swam into the deeper end of the pool. “now that we’re in the deep end, come under water and look at me ok?” She asked and I nodded.

We held our breaths and went under at the same time. I opened my eyes to see her already close to me. She came in closer and kissed me underwater. The air escaped me through my nose when kissed her back, but I kept where I was.

When I started running out of breath, I swam up, and she followed. We both took hugs gasps for air that filled lungs. It felt good to finally breathe again.

“Damn mate, we thought you two had died or something, we were about to go searching for your dead bodies.” Ashton joked and I laughed, “Thanks mate.” I said with a roll of my eyes. “Anytime.” I heard Y/n snort, I laughed at her face when she realized what she did.

“What was that Y/n?” Michael asked, “It sounded like a dinosaur trying to kill everyone.” Luke was doubling over in laughter and snorted in the process. That sent all of us into a laughing fit.

“Ok, that’s enough, it was only funny when Y/n did it.” Luke said with a slight chuckle. Y/n gasped and stuck her tongue out at him, “Not so funny is it Luke?” She sassed and I laughed as we swam closer to the boys.

“Alright,” Ashton said, “I think I’m all done, I’m getting pruned up.” He said with a laugh and exited the pool. I nodded, “Yeah, we should set up the fire, than get more beer.” I suggested and everyone nodded and left the pool.

After I dried off, I just threw on a black shirt and left my swimming trunks on. When I came outside to set up the fire, I noticed Luke had done the same thing as me and just threw some shirt on himself. I cleaned up the bottles from the patio ground and threw them away.

Luke had set up the fire, so I didn’t have to. I went inside to get some more beer bottles, but then remembered we were all out. Looks like we have to settle for soda cans.

I brought out the Pepsi and Sprite cans to the fire that was set up with chairs all around it. “Good thing it’s starting to get dark out, or else this would have been a dumb idea.” I said as I passed out some sodas and put the rest in the cooler.

I sat in my chair, and Y/n sat to my right in a different chair, Michael sat to my left and Luke sat on the other side on Y/n, with Ashton on the other side of Michael.

Luke had brought out marsh mellows, chocolate bars, and gram crackers to make smores with. We all took a marsh mellow and started making smores. We all instantly went into conversations about the weirdest things. We talked about how Michael’s snores practically shake the house.

“No they do not!” He replied, shaking his head with a grin, “You guys just love to gang up on me. That’s what this is all about isn’t it?” HE yelled with a large smile. We all laughed and shook our heads. “Of course not Mikey.” Y/n assured as she cuddled into my side. “We would never gang up on you.” She winked and he chuckled, “Good, that’s what I thought.” He said.

“But,” She continued with a slight laugh, “You do snore really loudly.” She said and he yelled out a loud “What the fuck? No I don’t!” He laughed and so did everyone else. “Yes you do!” She continued, “I can hear you from my room and I’m two doors down!” She threw her head back in laughter at Michael’s facial expression.

HIs eyes were wide and his mouth was hung agape. He flailed his arms around as her tried to find the words to say. “That’s not fair! Gang up on someone else!” He said and pouted.

 We also talked about how Luke wasn’t allowed to get a milkshake because the McDonald’s machine was broken.

 "Um, I couldn’t get a milkshake at McDonald’s.“ Luke said after Michael told us to talk about something else. I threw my head back and let out a loud laugh. "That’s what you want to talk about Luke?” I asked and he just shrugged with a chuckled.

We got away from that milkshake incident and talked about things that needed to be said. We ranted to each other, and everyone listened intently, that’s why I’m so glad to have a group of friends like this. We’re always there for each other, and we always will be. With Y/n as my girlfriend, and Luke, Mike and Ash as my best friends, I don’t think my life could possibly get any better, because I think I’m the happiest I’ve ever been. And I think my life is complete, and my life is great.

Today was one of the only days I’ve ever not felt like Calum, the leader of one of the worst gangs out there, but Calum, just Calum Hood, a boy from Australia. And that’s the best feeling I’ve ever felt in my life. It’s all thanks to my four favorite people in the world, and nothing could go wrong in this moment.

Got7: their daughter saying "if you don't think I'm a princess, that's embarrassing for you."

Jaebum:  *sassy daddy mode ON* eyes her up and down, tries fighting back the giggles that might escape his lips. “Say what? So just because I’m not letting you wear that tiara at dinner, you think you can sass your dad like that? Alright, no chocolate cake for you tonight.” Snaps his fingers in a Z formation, and starts laughing when your daughter tackles him. Ofc he’d let her have whatever she wants, she’s his little princess after all.

Mark:  lol he’d tease her so much, and pretends to be angry that she sassed him out like that. He was just reading her a bedtime story, and when she compared herself to the princess in the book, Mark just shook his head and told her she’s nothing like her at all. “Yahhh, well when you grow blonde hair like her, let me know and I’ll get you a crown. Until then, you’re stuck being my baby girl.”

Jackson:  goes into a fit of giggles, lifting your daughter up on his shoulders and running up to you. He’d ask her to repeat what she just said, just so he’d prove to you how similar to Bambam she really is. “Jagi, look how much of a bad influence he is on our baby!!! *giggle* you’re never hanging out with uncle Bam again, *giggle* I don’t care how cute he is when he asks.” Assure her many times that she’s the only princess in his life, and bows whenever she enters the room from now on lmfao.

Jinyoung:  he’d be hella shook bc he never knew he made someone that could be so cute yet so dangerous. Couldn’t be more proud, even though he still refuses to buy her that princess style bed. “I don’t care if you’re 5 now, you’re not going to grow up and be a spoiled princess like your mommy, I already bought you all those stuffed toys for last Christmas.” Is low key planning on styling her room to look extravagant, with the chandelier and everything.

Youngjae:  bursts out laughing, and high fives her…even though she just roasted him. He can’t help but have a huge soft spot for her, and he won’t even deny that he treats her like the princess that she is. “Aish, don’t be like that…you know you’re my little princess, but we can’t be going to Disneyland every weekend. Don’t give me that look, we can go for your next birthday and I’ll buy you all the princess dresses you want.”

Bambam:  his hand would fly to clutch his chest all dramatically, and pretends to be wounded. “Ouch…don’t embarrass me like that. How did you grow up so fast wtf???” He was currently trying out the different snapchat filters, and when a new one popped up, she jumped and stole his phone and took a hundred pictures, going crazy over the makeup and hair affect. “If your mom lets me, I promise we’ll spend the whole weekend doing your hair and making you glam.”

Yugyeom:  is actually embarrassed now…since she practically just yelled it in the toy isle of the store. She just saw a huge dollhouse, filled with all sorts of dolls and furniture, begging him to buy it for her since she’s a princess. When he refused, she’ll keep tugging on his leg and using her doe eyes that get him every time. “Alright, alright. I swear, one day you’re gonna be the death of me…”

Originally posted by mvnghaos

Rivamika, Rivamika Everywhere...

My best friend persuaded me to read the first volume of Junior High, and this is the beautiful content I’m presented with: 

Can we PLEASE just acknowledge Mikasa’s sass towards Levi?

I don’t think I’ll ever consider you my “superior”.” Then, what will you consider him as, Mikasa?  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)


[On some blogs, this is page is oddly choppy - So here’s the text]

Mikasa: Apologize and you may earn my respect… or is that not something you can do with underclassmen?

Eren: Mikasa, stop that!! You… have to be more careful about your words!!

Levi: …You’re kind of interesting

Eren(or Mikasa?): Huh?

Levi: Maybe you’re right. I agree that there are people who act superior just because they’re older [His speech continues on…]

Guys, she totally sassed him out when nobody else would… and he agreed to his mistake. On top of that, he called her INTERESTING.

BONUS: Levi checking up with his bae about the new plans

Rivamika, Rivamika everywhere.

I apologize in advance, I took these pictures on a potato.

From the: Official SNK Junior High manga, English version - Volume 1

anonymous asked:

After all this time, we are finally getting Klaroline back! OMG what if when she is trying to find him to talk to him about Hope, she leaves a lot of voicemails like he did when he had hallucinations, and then she walks into his house like in 4x18 and says "hello? I left you a million voicemails and have looked all over for you"! I can't handle it!

AHHHHHHHHHHH NONNIE!! But like also, OK, I’m gonna share with you this headcanon that I have and was absolutely ruining Sara’s day with. Like imagine  Caroline is sassing the hell out of Klaus. She tells him to get over himself. After seeing that he’s lost contact with Hope and knowing where he is, she tracks him down and finds him and she is beyond DONE with him. First couple of scenes of them together he’s kind of being himself + aloof but also a little snappy and moppy and she can’t stand it. She doesn’t let him sink to much in misery and continues to call him out on his moping behavior only for him to all of a sudden explode in her face.  he’s not violent or anything just bloody angry. and he’s like STOP TELLING ME TO SNAP OUT OF IT I HAVE BEEN ALL ALONE FOR THE PAST TEN YEARS DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH IT KILLED ME TO HANG UP WITH HOPE AND LOOK AROUND TO AN EMPTY HOUSE? DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT’S LIKE TO FEEL THAT YOUR EXISTENCE IS COMPLETELY PURPOSELESS? DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT’S LIKE TO LOSE IN ONE GO EVERYONE WHO HAS EVER KNOWN YOU LIKE THE BACK OF THEIR HAND? LONELINESS BECOMES A SICKNESS CAROLINE. A SICKNESS.  and by the end of the whole thing he’s panting and Caroline is looking at him bewildered and unsure of what to do and she sees tears pooling in his eyes and he can just repeat softly “my loneliness is a sickness Caroline” and he drops his head and she steps into him and lets rest his head on her shoulder and shed all the tears he needs to shed. It doesn’t turn to full on sobbing on his part just a couple of tears. and he doesn’t need to be strong in front of her, he doesn’t need to put up a front, he doesn’t need to pretend  anything around her.  She can be the shoulder he needs so she just stands there and strokes his hair and lets him be sad for a few moments.  hen softly she tells him that she knows, and she didn’t mean to make it worse but his daughter needs him and he needs her and his sisters miss him and he can’t stay like this forever.  so he pulls back and she wipes a stray tear and gives her a small smile and she says it’ll be ok. they’ll find a way. and she WILL make him snap out of it. And then you all see me blogging from the grave I’d be so D E A D. 

Batgirl Vol 1 18

Issue 18 begins with a nightmare, in which two-inches-tall Cassie tries to steal some cookies from a jar, only to have the batfam accuse her of being a killer. Cass wakes up crying, and yes, that is the sound of my heart breaking you just heard there.

That night, during patrol, Batgirl comes across a deal between an assassin and his contractors that has gone sour. She quickly rushes in to prevent any bloodshed and starts kicking ass, but runs into Robin of all people! After Cass easily dodges a few bullets, Robin explains that he was here for Vink, the man who contracted the assassin, but that he also put a tracker on the assassin’s car. He hands the tracking device to Cass, then hurries to get away, leaving Cass awkwardly bewildered and sad by his distant behaviour.
Living Emoji: 44
Fast As Lightning: 27

As it turns out, the assassin returned to Vink for his money, so Cass and Robin quickly meet again. They manage to find Vink, who has been tied up and informs them that the assassin took his daughter. Cass tries to follow, but gets shot. Turns out the assassin (called “Deadeye”) has a cybernetic eye and can shoot without aiming, which prevented her from dodging in time. It is here that we learn that Cass has scars from old bullet wounds on her back, which he got when her father shot her during training. Tim is appropriately horrified by this. They also find out that Deadeye has made a ransom demand for the girl, but Cass is convinced that he will kill her before they get the money anywhere near him. Tim doesn’t believe her, but Cass assures him that she knows “his type”.

They track Deadeye and despite Robin’s protests that she is injured, Batgirl goes in to save the girl. This time she manages to both out-sass and out-class Deadeye and take him down.
Fiercely Assertive Protector: 15
Better Off Dead: 9
Fast As Lightning: 28
Cass Sass: 4

Our issue ends with Robin being surprisingly cooperative and empathic. He acknowledges that he probably had the most normal childhood out of all the bats and that Cass’ backstory was pretty intimidating to him. He also acknowledges that he shouldn’t have let it affect his opinion of her, since she has clearly rejected her assassin teachings and is fighting with the family, and so Tim offers his hand in friendship. Just the way Cass accepts it (handshake with both hands rather than one and direct “eye” contact, rather than avoidance) communicates just how much this means to her.
Living Emoji: 45

A/N ok so yea this is amazing than you. Plus if your submitting something for me to write, tell me if I have to write it cus I get confused if it’s supposed to be an gif imagine or a story thing. And also requests are closing really soon…so submit while you can!

It’s 2019 and a Saturday Morning you where up all night trying to fix the Trans Am; Empty cans of Power Pup littering around it. You try to connect a wire and it gives you a tiny shock in your finger. “Fuck.” You mumble, rubbing your finger. You continue, trying your best to fix it before Party comes and sasses you around. You usually can stand him because of your crush on him, but you’ve been getting sick of his attitude. You hear footsteps and speak of the devil, it’s Party. He goes around to the left side of the care near you, putting his hands on the car and popping his hip out.
“Your supposed to connect the wire to that you idiot.” He sasses. You stop working, reconsidering what you are about to say. You connect it and work on it a little more, Party bossing you along the way.
“Oh my god, is this the first time you fixed a car?” He slammed his hands in frustration from watching you do “everything” wrong. “If you know how to fix the damn car then you fucking fix it. Don’t be a lazy ass and make me do it!” You don’t regret what you say because it’s true. “Fine then, you go and eat lunch, and I’ll fix the damn car you bitch.” He seethes. You roll your eyes and walk over to the diner.
You sit next to Kobra Kid. “Wow Y/N, how did you get out of fixing the Trans Am?” Jet Star asks. “I told him to stop sitting on his ass, stop giving me orders, and I told him to fucking do it him self.” You say tiredly. “Is he mad?” Kobra Kid asks. “It’s Party, of course he’s mad, she fucking sasses the shit out of him!” Fun Ghoul says, giving you a high five. “Sure.” You say.
Party then comes in. “It’s fixed.” He says proudly. “That wasn’t so hard was it?” You say. His clenches his fists, and sits down, next to Fun Ghoul.
“I saw some other killjoys today, little ones, they asked if we can train them.” Kobra says. “To what? Take a shit?” Party asks. “They looked 10 come on.” Kobra says shaking his head. “When?” You ask. “Maybe we should do it after we eat. I mean full bellys.” Jet says. “We’re doing it right now.” Party says. And according to the others, what ever Party says, it goes.
“And Y/N, you aren’t helping because of your attitude today.” Party points out. “That’s really childish of you. I can fucking help if I want.” You say. He clenches his jaw.
“Okay so, hold the gun with you arms extended. And aim for the target. Then when your ready shoot.” You say to the little killjoy. “Are you ready?” The boy nods. “Okay, 1, 2, 3!” You hear a zap sound. The boy opens his eyes. “I hit the target!” He cheers. “Good job!” You say ruffling his hair up. He gives you an adorable smile and you can’t help but smile back.
You help the little killjoys until night.
“Okay gang it’s getting late, and probably way past your bedtime.” You say putting your hands on your hips. You hear a bunch of “Awww.” Sounds of disappointment, even from Fun Ghoul, who enjoys shooting at targets and showing off.
After when everyone goes into the diner you start to walk in. You feel someone grab your wrist violently, pulling you close to the strangers body. You feel hot breath on your ear. “And where do you think your going?” You recognize who the voice belongs to, Party Poison.
His voice was raspy and low, and it turned you on and scared you at the same time.
“Um..I was going inside..” You manage to say. “You’ve been very bad, not taking my orders. Do you know what that means?” He asks. “N-No.” You whisper. “It means you get punished.” He whispers. You shudder.
Party then pushes you on the diner wall and holds your wrists up. “You looked so hot today helping those kids. Fuck baby, it took all my willpower not to fuck you right there.” He says while kissing your neck. “Then you must not have a lot of willpower.” You whisper. You feel a hard slap on your thigh. “Keep talking like that sweetie.” He says in a mocking tone. You whimper. He slaps you thigh again. “Don’t fucking make a noise.” He keeps kissing up and down your neck, leaving hickeys everywhere. He starts to rub his crotch on yours, making you feel his erection. You try hold back moans when he kisses and sucks at your collar bone.
He stops. You accidentally let out a tiny whimper as he pulls away.
He slaps your thigh again, harder.
“Let’s take this inside.” He whispers.
He picks you up bridal style and carries you in to the diner. He sneaks past the sleeping children and the other sleepy men and goes into a different room. He throws you on the couch and attacks your clothes, ripping your shirt off and every other article of clothing you had on. He starts to attack your tits, sucking at them and massaging them. You hold back moans and whimpers. He stops and starts to strip. He takes off his shirt, pants and boxers. “Your not gonna be able to help those kids tomorrow.” He then slams into you, not giving you anytime adjust to him. “Oh…fuck..shit.” He mumbles while giving tiny kisses on your neck. He found another spot on your neck and kept sucking there. You let out a tiny moan. You start to feel a sensation in your stomach that got stronger and stronger each thrust. “Are you close?” He asks at the right time. You nod. “It’s fine.” You release all over him. Gee’s thrusts start to get sloppier and slower. You feel him twitch inside of you, and stream into you. He then collapsed on top of you. “Ow…” You giggle a little. “Sorry..I had too.” He smirks ageist your collarbone. “Not that! Get off of me!” You giggle while trying to push him off. “Fine, but you don’t get to help with the kids tomorrow.” He says while getting off of you. “Why?” He starts to put his boxers on. “1. Because I said so. 2. Spend quality time with me. 3. Because I love you.” He says while kissing your lips. “That’s cheesy as hell.” You say. You then fell asleep in an embrace with Gerard.

I Guess You Won - Steve x Reader

I Guess You Won - (Steve x Reader)

Words - 937

Warnings - None? A little bit of fluff, Kissing.

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“No, Tony, No!” You squeal, as strong, warm hands fly around your middle, pulling you back into him. Both of you were in hysterics, as he pulled you back, a little too hard, falling to the grass, outside of Clint’s Farmhouse. It took you a moment, but you got your breath back, falling into Tony’s chest as you did so. 

From the porch of the house, Steve was watching, a small frown on his face. As much as he loved to see you happy, with the beautiful smile on your face, he couldn’t help but want to be the one causing it. He wanted to be the one you were messing around with, not Tony. The Captain felt his wrists clench at his side, before he turned, seeing Natasha, beginning to walk next to him. The red head stopped, turning to the Solider.

“You know, staring at Y/N won’t make you ask her out any sooner.” She almost sassed, gently nudging him on the shoulder. Cap grunted, looking back over to you. However, Nat was quick to pull back his attention, carrying on talking.

“Why don’t you just make her see what she is missing?” She said, almost suggestively. Steve’s eyebrows furred in confusion, causing the Assassin to roll her eyes, as she gently leaned forward, getting closer to the Captain’s ear, beginning to whisper. “You know, jealousy can be a burden…” She trails off, her whispers becoming darker.

Your eyes darted towards Steve when Natasha came outside, joining him, no longer watching you as he previously was. A small sigh escaped your lips, and Tony seemed to notice this, pulling out of the position you were in, letting your head fall to the grass with a soft ‘Thump.’ A small laugh came from his mouth, as he heard you groan.

“You’re still crushing over Cap?” He asked, the smile remaining on his face. You rolled your eyes, reaching out one of your hands, so he could help you up. Of course, there was no relationship of romance between you and Tony. Things were platonic, and that was it. But, he had known from day one about your crush on the captain, and therefore helped you to make him as jealous as possible.

You didn’t reply. You couldn’t. Your eyes were fixed on the red head beauty, whispering things into his ear, seeing him almost laughing. It was that, that made your heart fall to your stomach. Of course, Tony noticed, gently resting one of his hands on your shoulder. Your flinched at the touch, turning round to see him.

“Y/N, I’m sorry-” He never finished. You sighed, walking off in a different direction, wanting to see where the green grass would take you. Anywhere away from your broken heart would be almost perfect right now.

Steve had seen you in the field, your legs curled up to your chest, whilst your head was rested on your knees. A small smile passed across his face. From just seeing you, being simply perfect, he would feel better on any day. However, he knew he was the one to cause you to be upset, and completely regretted the actions he had taken earlier. 

You were completely unaware of his presence. Your tears had only just dried out, and you continued to look into the distance, wanting to zone out everything in your presence. However, the moment you felt Steve sitting next to you, almost a little too close, your head turned to him, the smile which usually rested on your face, now gone.

It took him a moment, but he eventually talked, trying to sound as he usually did, as if this was a normal conversation. He took a deep breath, before he began to speak, you intently listening. 

“Your upset about something. Something is bothering you.” He said, before pausing. “Come on, Y/N, You need to tell me.”

A long sigh left your lips. “I can’t tell you.” You replied. “It’s stupid…and you wouldn’t get it…” You trail off. However, you did not expect Steve’s response, as he spoke.

“Try me.”

You had no choice now. You had to come clean, and tell him what almost pathetic larks you had been up to. Slowly, you began, not wanting to sound stupid.

“I…I was trying to make you jealous. You know, hanging out with Tony, so you would think I didn’t need you. And, I was going to try and talk to you, but, I just-”

“Y/N.” You were cut off, with Steve’s gentle tone, not sounding the least part amused, upset, or angry. Instead, you felt the gentle touch of his fingers, taking your chin and pulling it towards him. You barely had time to react, as he placed his warm lips on yours, pressing gently. 

It took you less than a second to respond, kissing back strongly. Your lips seemed to fit perfectly together, as one of his gentle hands now cupped your cheek, the other resting on your waist. When you eventually pulled away for air, a smile was now flickering on both of your faces, Steve now turning to say something.

“I guess…I guess I was trying to do the same, with Natasha. If you were jealous, you might of come to me sooner…” He paused, a sigh escaping his lips, both of you realising the childish antics which had occurred between the two of you. 

“So, who won?” You ask, a small laugh leaving your lips. Steve smirked, before edging closer to you again, his breath now whispering onto your mouth.

“I guess you won.” He replied, before pressing his lips to yours again.

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He’s actually not going to kill them all.

The moment Natasha realizes that the Winter Soldier was not about to make war upon their heads is the same moment she watches him mentally count off the Avengers present in the main Tower kitchen and turns to measure out enough water to make chicken noodle soup for all of them.

He lets Steve fuss at him to remove the leather jacket and the Kevlar, leaving him in just a plain black singlet that exposes the fact that the metal arm is solidly attached to the shoulder.  Steve makes a distressed sound at the sight and the Soldier flinches and is obviously taken aback when Steve presses forward to plant a quick kiss where metal met flesh. 

“Those bastards are gonna pay for what they did to you,” Steve tells him fervently. 

The Soldier’s gaze softens.  “Dorogoi moy."  This time, he doesn’t look so surprised when the words slip out of his mouth and Natasha wonders when or how did he ever pick up enough Russian to absorb its words of love, instead of just commands.  

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gracexstarnes  asked:

What do you think is the ideal girl for each turtle? (personality, looks, etc)

They’re literally giant mutant turtles. They would love anyone who loved them, unconditionally.

However, I’m sure they have preferences, like a lot of people.

I could see LEO with a girl who was exotic in some way shape or form, someone unique that really stood out to him. An admirer of graceful beauty, he’d be drawn in by ballerinas, divers and gymnasts. He’d love a girl who was on the calmer side of things, but still able to stand up for herself if the need arose. If she meditated with him, he’d be in heaven. She’d need to be understanding, knowing that his schedule was never set in stone, as bad guys strike when they feel like it, without informing him a week in advance so he can go on a dinner date.

RAPH would need to be with someone who was a great listener, someone he could vent to when his family pisses him off. He’s a huge turtle, so he’d like a girl that wasn’t some fragile little doll he could crush just by touching her. He likes a girl with a little meat on her bones, and is especially fond of large asses. I could see him being drawn towards darker hair colors, or perhaps red, natural or dyed. If she could out-sass him, he’d be in love. He’s more likely to say something offensive, so she’d need to be fairly difficult to offend. Raph and his girl would enjoy simple dates, just chilling in the lair or her place, because she’d be easy to please.

DONNIE’s girl needs to be intelligent. Not as crazy smart as Donnie, but smart enough to hold relatively engaging conversations with him, better than anything his brothers could ever do. Donnie would love a girl who was shorter than him, as it would make him feel manly, her strong(adorkable) protector. He’d be intrigued by long hair, fascinated by the pigment and texture, no matter the color. If she laughed at his nerdy jokes, he’d be head over heels. A hopeless romantic, his girl would need to be the same way, as he’d love to surprise her with flowers and candy, as well as sending her cute little notes/texts. He’d love it if she geeked out with him over movies and shows, finding her giggles adorable.

MIKEY would love a girl with a bubbly personality. It doesn’t need to be as bright as him, but he wouldn’t like a girl who was a Debbie Downer, as he’s a positive guy who likes to stay positive. He’d love blonds, as he saw a lot on tv, and he’d just be yearning to meet one in person. He wouldn’t care what size she was, as he’d pick her up and swing her around no matter what. He’d really be into musicians, because he loves music, as well as anything artsy. If she was an animal lover, he’d be starstruck, thinking she was the most adorable thing he had ever seen with that tiny kitten tucked into her arms.

He who raises (chapter 2)

THIS GOT WAY OUT OF HAND! this is actually the scene that inspired the entire fic and i enjoyed writing it so so so much! i hope you kids like it!

chapters: 1 2 3 4

summary: the story of how Bellamy finds out his partner has a child, and of how he ends up falling for said child (and also falling for the girl).

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Elementary 2.22; Paint it Black

I have giffing software and feels while I watch this episode, uh-oh.
I think one of the things I love most of all about this show is the simple fact that Watson is literally the most important person in the world to Sherlock and you can actually see it. He doesn’t pretend not to care, he doesn’t stiff-upper-lip it, and even when he’s being sassy she out-sasses him into the open where he has to admit to things. He cannot get away with the trope in television and film where if you’re highly intelligent and a man you can get away with being an utter asshole. He claims he is ‘not a nice man’ but that he finds her so extraordinary that he willingly alters himself and his habits to suit her. And even when they infuriate each other, their inexhaustible concern for one another comes out sooner or later.

lilshitwayne  asked:

Hey, saw you talking about the huge plot hole with Nat saying "I was born in 1984" and shit... Well, my headcanon, is that Nat was born earlier, just like the comics (can't remember the year), but since she worked for KGB and furthermore Hydra, she was brainwashed at least a handful times (less than Bucky, thought), which would explain why she doesn't remember Buck and why her first memory would be in 1984, making her say that to Steve.

i mean

there is a certain degree of confusion here. i mean, the main demarcation of opinion here seems to be - how much does she remember based on what she’s said? and literally everything that she has said is pretty goddamned vague

  1. i worked for the kgb - i mean, assuming that you’re right, it’s kind of hard to believe that natasha, super spy and fluent in multiple languages and incredibly intelligent isn’t able to realize what we dum dums are able to realize - that if she worked for the kgb, it’s unlikely she was born in 1984, and if she was born in 1984, then it’s unlikely she worked for the kgb. given that she’s had about thirty years since then - it’s not exactly a covered up piece of history that the kgb disbanded in 1990. i find it hard to believe that she wouldn’t have figured it out that she’s been brainwashed in the intervening time to believe that she was born in 1984?
  2. ‘do you know what it is to be unmade?’/'you know that i do.’ - EVERYONE seems to forget this line in avengers, oh my god! so i like to think that - you know, cos i DO think that she might have been born earlier - this is a nod to the fact that she knows what’s been done to her, that something similar to clint has happened to her and that she knows it’s happened. 

and also the other thing as well

when sam asks 'how is that possible? it was like seventy years ago.’ in tws, this is the shot that comes immediately after

brah. bro. she knows something. b r a h.

like, i mean, this is all wishful thinking at this point, but i like to think??? that marvel knows what they’re doing??

so yeah, it makes a lot of sense to me if she knew that her official record is falsified (by fury, maybe, explaining why she was so attached to him) and felt a bit safer about releasing that, even if she’s lived so long with it that it feels real. the other thing is that… i feel like her fear of the winter soldier was played up a bit too high in tws, considering the fact that, HELLO. SPY. she probably has people shooting at her all the time??? people who land shots all the damn time. loki poked out a dude’s eye right before she met him and she sassed him RELENTLESSLY. the only other person who gets the same treatment from her is the hulk - who she saw transforming right in front of her, and arguably didn’t even scare her as much as the winter soldier, who shot her, once, non-fatally, five years ago. so at this point, i’m just like, holes. fix them.