you are competing with past you

You chose.
You chose.
You chose.


You chose to give away your love.
You chose to have a broken heart.
You chose to give up.
You chose to hang on.


You chose to react.
You chose to feel insecure.
You chose to feel anger.
You chose to fight back.
You chose to have hope.


You chose to be naïve.
You chose to ignore your intuition.
You chose to ignore advice.
You chose to look the other way.
You chose to not listen.
You chose to be stuck in the past.


You chose your perspective.
You chose to blame.
You chose to be right.
You chose your pride.
You chose your games.
You chose your ego.
You chose your paranoia.
You chose to compete.
You chose your enemies.
You chose your consequences.


You chose.
You chose.
You chose.
You chose.


However, you are not alone. Generations of women in your family have chosen. Women around the world have chosen. We all have chosen at one time in our lives. We stand behind you now screaming:


Choose to let go.
Choose dignity.
Choose to forgive yourself.
Choose to forgive others.
Choose to see your value.
Choose to show the world you’re not a victim.
Choose to make us proud.

—  Shannon L. Alder

@taylor-tut tHIS IS SO LATE I’M SO SORRY MY FAB FRIENDO! But! It has finally arrived!! I’m sorry if it’s a bit crappy, I like haven’t slept in three days haha

anyhoo, onto the story:


Lance woke up with a sneeze.

He blinked his eyes open, immediately groaning at the light that pierced through his eyeballs and into his temples. He brought an arm up to shield his face, shivering slightly. Taking a deep breath, Lance conducted a mental survey of his condition, assessing his apparently numerous ailments that seem to have manifested overnight.

Congested sinuses that dissolved into a throbbing headache that pulsed outward with each movement? Check. 

Raw, sandpaper throat, and lungs that rattled with every inhale? Check.

The strange sensation of being completely, bone-numbingly cold despite the warmth and clamminess of his limbs? Checkerooni.

Conclusion: Today is gonna suck.

If Lance were to be perfectly honest with himself, he would concede that he had been feeling off these last couple days. Nevertheless, the team needed his 100% right now, and any wooziness he may have felt had to be put on the backburner. With several months having passed without any sign of Shiro, tensions within the castle were palpable.  Keith and Pidge seemed inches away from snapping at any given moment, Allura’s training schedule seemed to have been kicked up the several notches from “very harsh” to “dear god I can taste my own pulse”, and even Hunk and Coran seemed somewhat subdued. It was the least Lance could do to try and keep up, and make sure the other’s stayed optimistic. He was the joker, the sharpshooter - it was his role, no matter how taxing it could be on his own body.

Lance steeled himself, counting down from five, before swinging out of his bed, pausing to lean against the wall as a wave of dizziness washed over him. Once the tilt-a-whirl he usually called a bedroom settled to a soft swaying, Lance began to make his way down to the dining hall.

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a cog in the machine pt. 1

pairing: reader x jimin, yoongi

genre: robot!jimin, assassin!au, mafia!au, angst, smut

word count: 6,954

warnings: depictions of violence, descriptive smut, mention of minor character death

A/N: thank you to @kenwayer27 for helping me develop the plot of this series. thank you to @gukvory for putting up with my constant teasers and torment.

Originally posted by the-rap-man

a cog in the machine:  a small or insignificant member of a larger organization or system

“Run!” you heard Hyunsik shout behind you as your feet gained momentum on the pavement. Yoongi was already several yards ahead of you, leading the way to safety. The three of you had been ambushed. Your targets now made you the target.

You could feel your heartbeat in your chest as you tried to run as fast as you could, but you were stuck in place. There was no place for you to go. There was no place for you to hide as the sounds of their bullets started to ring through your ears.

“I told you to run!” he shouted again, angry that your feet hadn’t made any progress.

“I can’t move!” you shout as you turn around to face him.

The air gets knocked out of your lungs when you see the sight in front of you. Hyunsik is on his knees. Flowers grow from chest where the metal bullets made impact. He silently begs you to turn around, not wanting you to see the gardenia’s blooming. You let out a silent scream, no one able to hear your cries as you watch the petals of the white flowers spread open as they drain the light from his eyes.

Your eyes snapped open to a room full of darkness. You were dreaming. It was just a dream. You grabbed at your chest only to find that you weren’t dressed. Sitting up, you realized that you had fallen asleep in his bed. The clock on his bedside table read 4:30 in the morning. You had to be up in 30 minutes.

He doesn’t stir as you slip out of his bed, cursing yourself for breaking one of the most important rules between the two of you: never stay the night. Sleeping with your partner was already a very bad idea and neither of you wanted to deal with what could happen if either of you developed feelings. Emotional weakness could get either one of you killed.

And as your dream reminded you, you had already lost enough.

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Do You Want Me or Not?

Summary: Your’s and Bucky’s relationship is kept a secret, although it made the sex incredibly hot, not being able to hold your hand or taking you out on public dates took a toll on Bucky.

Warnings: angst, light smut (fingers and oral -reader receiving-)

A/N: I just really wanted to write a super angsty fic. I hope you enjoy it! Not my best fic but this has been sitting unfinished in my drafts for months now and I really wanted to finish it and get it out there. Not every fic is perfect and I accept that, I hope you guys do, too :)


The bass of the music shook the walls of the tower as people danced and drank, grinding on each other while swooning over the Avengers. Sam’s birthday party was in full swing and instead out enjoying the festivities you were stuck in your bedroom with Bucky. For once, you wished you were anywhere but there. You were having a fight.

Bucky had spent the first half of the party watching your entanglement with one of Sam’s friend, Alex. Bucky watched as the two of you danced, hugged, held hands, and occasionally snuggle on the couch. Bucky finally snapped when Alex dropped his head down and placed a tender kiss on your lips.

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it’s kind of possessive to make an agreement with someone that you’ll only express affection towards each other and that you’re not allowed to express affection towards anyone else

somebody’s affection shouldn’t belong to you, you shouldn’t view it as your possession or your entitlement.

loving person A doesn’t diminish any love for person B.

yeah we have limited time, effort, and energy, but the amount of time people put in to monogamous relationships is fucking ridiculous. 

it’s unhealthy to make somebody else your entire world.

the whole idea of monogamy is feeling like you’re afraid to compete for someone’s love, it’s built on insecurity.

insecurities should be dealt with, not given a crutch that is actually hindering the life of someone you claim that you love. your insecurity and your jealousy are your own problems that you should have to work towards moving past, not reasons to enforce rules on someone you claim that you love.

you claim that you love them, but yet you don’t want them to happily express their love for others? that bothers you? why? because you felt that love should have gone to you instead, you felt possessive over it?

if they were just a friend you wouldn’t feel that way, you would be excited and happy for them, the way we are with friends. you can be confident that your friends still love you even when they love other people.

it’s only this socially constructed monogamy that makes us feel like we have this right or this ownership sense to tell someone else how to live.

How to Write a Resume LIKE A BOSS

So you’re ready to assume some responsibility and apply for your first job (or your fifth job or your fiftieth job) and you want some tips on writing a good resume, huh? Well, are you are in luck because 1) I’ve edited and proofed so many resumes I could probably write one for each of my friends without their input and 2) I’ve actually taken some classes on this shit. So, basing this primarily on comments I’ve made while correcting someone else’s resume (and while looking at my own for reference), here are my tips on writing a resume.

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Ask meme to get you to talk about your OCs to your followers!!

Section 1 - About:

  1. Briefly Describe your OC: Appearance, personality, role in a story, etc..
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  3. Describe their family life and friends.
  4. What is the world they come from like?
  5. Are they original or exist in a certain fandom?
  6. Are they an introvert or extrovert?
  7. Greatest fear?
  8. What’s their sense of humor like?
  9. Favorite pieces of fiction or genres they enjoy?
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  11. Describe their vision of a perfect spouse, if applicable.
  12. Largest regret?
  13. Something your OC would say?
  14. Whats their morality like?
  15. Would they live in a city, rural area, or suburb?
  16. Which actor would you like to portray your OC? (Or a voice actor)
  17. Sexuality? Gender Identity?
  18. What inspired you to make this character?

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  1. If they existed in another decade, what would they wear? (Asker can choose what decade) (Bonus points if you draw them!)
  2. If they were in a RPG, what would be their class?
  3. If they received a large amount of money no strings attached, what would they use it for?
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  5. If they could change one thing about their past, what would it be?
  6. If you met them, what would they do?
  7. If your character exists in another series’ world, what would they be doing/look like?
  8. Ask your own!

Section 3 - Other:

  1. What other OCs would they get along with?
  2. What’s their singing voice like?
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  6. Describe their favorite meal.
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Who do you want?

Jughead x Reader x Archie

Request: Can you do an imagine where the reader has feelings for both Jughead and Archie, but doesn’t want to hurt either of them.

Summary: Jughead, Archie, Reader love triangle

word count: 1.5k

this is a bit shit i’m sorry I’ve had a lot on the past couple of weeks 

I sat in pops, the iridescent lights leaving an ominous glow amongst the few people who decided to stay here at this time of night. I sit there reading a book waiting for Archie, it was a Tuesday night which meant Archie and I were due for milkshakes and a bowl of fries. He arrived without my notice, my nose too far in my book for me to care about any other being I this current moment.

I jump and let out a gasp as a pair of large hands wraps themselves around my eyes, blocking my view from the words before me.  “Archiekins” I giggle turn lifting my hands to his to pry them away from my eyes, only to be met by the infamous ginger himself. His dashing smile taking over his face. “Scoot over y/n/n” he says in my ear gesturing with his head for me to move over in the booth. I move over allowing him to slide in beside me.

He gently places an arm over the back of the booth behind my shoulders. I sink back into my seat letting his arm brush against my shoulders slightly. It was moments like these I thought we’d make the perfect couple. He always treated me so well, and we’d shared a couple of kisses in the past from being caught up in a heated moment. But something always manages to get in the way.


Jughead Jones. He never fails to sway my feelings for the ginger haired preppy boy before me. Whenever everything is going perfectly between us, Jughead always seems to pop up in some way and I’m never able to shake those feelings I get when he’s around.

He was the complete opposite to Archie. Where Archie Andrews held musical and physical talent, and was no doubt Mr. Popularity as of recently (and was easy on the eye) Jughead Jones was boorish in some manners but it suited him, he held a high level of intelligence that no one else could equate to and had distinctive features that made him attractive.

It was fair to say that they both had qualities I was attracted to. And both of them had been pining after me for months. I knew because both Veronica and Kevin had been telling about Archie’s feelings towards me, I didn’t know about Jughead until I overheard him speaking with Betty about it.

At times it feels like they are fighting over me. I can never hang out with the group anymore because every-time I do there always ends up being chaos.

“So what do you say y/n?” I hadn’t realised I had zoned out until Archie asked the question.

“Huh? What sorry, Arch I didn’t hear you, I zoned out?” I reply slightly ashamed at the fact he had been sat here speaking to me for 5 minutes while I blanked him.

“Can I take you out on a date this Saturday? We could go out of town or something?” he speaks quietly getting nervous. Just as he finishes his sentence, Jughead walks through the door and sits down at the table opposite us. Archie sighs and lets out a “typical” shaking his head I just look between the two a little stunned. This seems to be a reoccurring theme. Whenever one tries to take things further the other magically appears. “Sorry did I interrupt something” Jughead says looking between Archie and I with a confused look on his face. “No-“I go to reply but was interrupted by a rather pissed off Archie “Actually yeah, Jug you are, don’t you find it convenient how, I say I’m going to take y/n out and you happen to turn up just as something is going to happen?” Archie beings to raise his voice.

“Woah- something was going to happen? And what exactly was that Archie?” I interject. Not really enjoying the fact he’s speaking about me as if I’m not even here. “You know what I mean y/n/n” he sighs and looks towards me. Jughead sits up straight. His jaw locked looking between Archie and I and realising how close we were.  

“oh and what was it that you said to the football team Arch, something getting laid and y/n being ‘lucky girl’ who gets the honour?” Jughead smirks towards Archie knowing he had something on him.

“Could you two stop treating me like an object for one second and perhaps take my feeling into account? I’m tired of you two competing for my attention. I like you both okay. I can’t decide what I want right now because I just don’t know” I stand up brushing past Archie and exit the diner walking towards my car.

I jump into the small vehicle and make the short journey home.


Later that evening I find myself laying in bed thinking over everything that has happened with both of them over the past few months when a text comes through on my phone.

Juggie: Hey y/n I’m outside could you let me in so we can talk?

I sigh and walk downstairs opening the front door to see Jughead standing on my lawn looking a little dishevelled. I gesture for him to come in and he does, slipping his shoes off in the doorway before slinking off upstairs, into my room, I follow him closing and locking the door behind me.

“Look about befor-“

“It’s fine Jughead, lets just leave it” I sigh walking around to sit on the bed.

“No I’m tired of leaving it, we always leave it. You always give Archie a chance and you never give me a chance.” He says looking down at his hands.

“At least let me try something before you completely give up on the idea of us” he whispers. I nod and he takes my hands pulling me off the bed so I’m standing in front of him.

    His hands slip around my waist and one glides up my arm to land on my shoulder. I hold in my breath at the gentle caresses and movements of his fingers on my skin. He leans down and places a kiss on my lips. I just stand there shocked un-able to move. My body felt like ice and as his warm lips melted into mine I shattered into a thousand pieces. I lifted my arms a little to rest on his biceps and I moved my lips with his. I pulled away breathless. Smiling I looked into his eyes and saw something in them I never had before.

“What do you want y/n” he asks me quietly. He knew exactly what he was doing and knew what the answer was going to be.

Teacher

Author’s Note: Hey guys! @lucifer-in-leather sent this gif in to me a while ago (sorry this took so long!) and I decided to combine it with a challenge…it seemed to fit well! This is for @beckawinchester ‘s Birthday Challenge! Prompt will be bolded in the fic. I hope you enjoy it and as always feedback is welcome and appreciated! I love all of you. If you would like to join my tag list, send me an ask. I don’t bite. ;)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3,000-ish

Warnings: Fluff, SMUT, Language

Prompts: #5 “How the hell am I supposed to fit in that?” and #1 Bar (Place)

Song: “Teacher” by Nick Jonas (I highly suggest you listen to this song. I love it!)

Originally posted by frozen-delight

“Fort Wayne, Indiana,” Sam confidently slid his laptop toward you as you sipped on your whiskey while Dean sighed and laid his head back in frustration. “String of female deaths at a bar. Apparently they do an amateur night for girls to dance up on the bar. The girls make some tips while they compete. The top two girls who collect the most cash move on to the finals, ya-da ya-da…”

You rolled your eyes and set your drink down, “Classy.”

“But get this,” Sam started and Dean raised his eyebrows expectantly, “The past three females that have died were one of the finalists. All found in the same dressing room. No forced entry, no sign of struggle. And the cameras show no one going in or out of the room but the girls.”

“Coyote Ugly gone bad,” You muttered and Dean snickered, enjoying your reference. “I will assist on this hunt under one condition…I am not dancing on a bar under any circumstances. You understand me?”

“Crystal clear,” Sam smiled and you stood up, then made your way to your room in the bunker to start packing. “Let’s leave within the hour.”

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When He’s Here - Dylan O’Brien

Paring: Dylan O'Brien x Reader

Warnings: Fluffy, fluff, fluff and the sexiness of Dylan O'Brien shirtless

Word Count: 2083

Release Date: April 13, 2017

*The inspiration of just reading shit makes me get ideas….* - Admin

Y/N’s POV

“You know what, I quit!” you screamed at your boss, your body having this urge to throw something at your boss’ face.

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sindela  asked:

GOM and their gf broke up leaving the boys emotionally shattered. They meet reader-chan (you) who slowly mends their broken hearts piece by piece. Eventually they start to fall for each other then BAM, ex wants to work things out. What happens next?

Kuroko: “_____-san, will you be mine ——“ Kuroko starts, but is interrupted by a shrill cry. “KoKo!! Oh my gosh, I’ve been looking for you for so long! I want to get back together!” ___ looked at the other girl as she grabbed onto his arm and pressed her boobs against him. “This is the girl who broke his heart? Well, my chance is gone now.” ____ thinks as she looks away from the situation, about to cry. Suddenly, ____ feels an arm wrap around her waist before she looks up to Kuroko, seeing him pull her closer. “(Ex’s Name), I’m actually glad you’re here. I want you to meet my new girlfriend, _____. She’s the one that showed me what real love is.”

Midorima: “Shinshin? I can’t believe I finally found you here! Fate must want us to be together!” A high-pitched voice cuts through the air as ___ and Midorima pull away from their kiss. “Uhm, who is this?” The mystery girl says as she realises ____’s presence and position. “This is ____. My girlfriend.” Midorima says as he pushes up his glasses. ____ is surprised at the fact he does not pull away from their close position. “But..we’re supposed to be together? Remember! Your psychic even said so!” The girl pouted, obviously annoyed at the fact someone had taken Midorima’s attention and pain away. “Sorry, (Ex’s Name), but our signs are not compatible at all. She actually told me that you were bad, but I didn’t want to listen. However, ____ and I are perfect for each other, and that’s approved by my psychic. Do not get in my way with happiness this time, nanodayo.”

Kise: “___cchi, I want you to be my girl—Huh? (Ex’s Name)? What are you doing here?” Kise starts before looking past ___’s shoulder, behind her. ___ turns just in time to catch the picture-perfect girl give Kise a flirty wink and an alluring smile. “Kise-kun! I’ve missed you! I’m a little bit insulted that you’ve dropped ‘cchi’ on my name, but I’ll forgive you this time. I want to get back together!” (Ex’s Name) murmurs while walking past you and up to Kise, leaning a bit too far in for ____’s liking. “And just when he was going to ask me out, she comes waltzing back into his life. Absolutely stunning and the number one female model of the year, how the hell could I compete? Just walk on out quietly before you lose any more dignity, ____.” ____ thinks before trying to turn and walk out before Kise can catch her. Kise immediately sees that ___’s trying to leave so he speaks up. “Sorry, (Ex’s Name), but I don’t have time to talk. My girlfriend’s leaving, so that’s my queue!” He starts walking over to ____ as ____ and (Ex’s Name) turns towards him in shock. “Girlfriend?!” (Ex’s Name) beats ____ into questioning him as his ex flip her silky hair as if she was insulted. Kise gives off a cheeky smirk as his aura changes into a little less ‘happy-go-lucky’. “Yes, you heard me. Girlfriend. Bye, (Ex’s Name).” Kise grabs ____’s hand and looks down to her blushing face, pecking her on the lips, before quickly turning back to his ex one last time. “Oh! And (Ex’s Name)? My model agency says we won’t be working together anymore. They found a new girl who’s beautiful inside and out.” Kise remarks, looking back towards his girlfriend and giving her a wink.

Aomine: “No you do it like this, baka.” Aomine’s voice vibrates through ____’s ear as his arms have a secure hold on her waist and he guides her body to shoot correctly at the hoop. She giggles in response and glances into his eyes, her eyes twinkling, before she turns her attention back towards the goal. Just as she’s about to shoot, a voice cries out making ____ miss the goal. Aomine’s eyebrow twitches in annoyance at whoever interrupted their cute little moment (although he would never admit that). “Dai-chan!” The stranger’s voice squeals making Aomine flinch again. “Who is this? Why help her when you can help me! I want you back, Dai-chan!” His ex comes running up and pushing ____ out of the way, making her fall in the process, before running into Aomine’s arms. ___ cries out as Daiki’s eyes widen, concerned. Quickly he forcefully pushes his ex out of the way before running over to ___ to make sure she’s okay. Once he realises nothing is hurt, he fiercely glares back up to his ex. “I’m not taking you back, (Ex’s Name), and if you ever touch my girlfriend again, we’re going to have a major problem.”

Murasakibara: “____-chin, doesn’t it taste good?” Murasakibara says as he shoves a little cake down ___ throat. His hand then goes to rest on her arm as he caresses it. “Mmpft!” ___ chokes before reprimanding him. “Sushi-chan, I can’t eat as much as you can at once! Be careful before I cho—“ Suddenly, Atsushi’s arm is ripped from ___’s as someone tugs him up out of his seat. “Atsu-chin, what the hell are you doing with this girl?!” A cry yells out from the stranger girl, as she stares up to the giant with a glare. Murasakibara’s mellow expression drastically changes as he directs an intimidating glare to his smaller ex. He tightly grabs onto his ex’s hand that was on his wrist and throws it off with a force that’s just enough to leave a red mark so she knows he’s seriously pissed. “(Ex’s Name), we once had a thing, but it’s long gone. I love ____-chin now, and if you get in the way of that, I won’t hesitate to crush you.” And the red mark on her arm says just that.

Akashi: Akashi knew his ex was going to try something the moment she passed ____ and him in the park. A swift walk-by before she turns around and runs back up to him. “Sei? I knew it was you! This must mean something. I’ve been wanting to get bac—“ She interrupts the special moment between ___ and Akashi did not appreciate that. “Excuse me, (Ex’s Name), but it seems that I was in worse condition than usual back then.” “What?” She’s taken aback by the riddles Akashi was giving her; meanwhile, ____ was just looking on, hoping and praying that Akashi would not take her back. He did just admit his feelings to her. “I must have been at an all-time low when we were dating because I see things so clearly now. You were into me because of my status, that much I knew, I just always thought that you had enough class to fulfil your part of being my significant other. But it seems now that you are nothing but home-wrecking trash. Excuse us.” ____ blinks as she’s tugged along with Akashi. Omg the sass, though.

anonymous asked:

Can you do the main trio finding out their s/o id a professional swimmer and is a gold medalist in the Olympics?

Hey! I know the second request doesn’t want s/o to be an Olympic gold medalist, but your requests are very similar, so I wanted to put them together. I made sure to include some headcanons about a non-olympic swimmer, though. I hope this is okay! Thank you for the requests :3


[Viktor Nikiforov]

  • He is sO MCFREAKING PROUD OF YOU HOLY CRAP !!!!
  • Every competition, every event, every anything, he’s there in the bleachers with your face on a shirt and your name on a big sign he’s holding
  • He even prints out a bunch of extra shirts in all different sizes to hand out to other spectators; they all give him really strange looks but take them anyway
  • mr. extra™ strikes again lmao what a cute bab tho amirite
  • As soon as he finds out you’re worthy of the Olympic games, he’s super excited and happy for you, but he tries to play it cool
  • “Pfft, Olympics? Not surprised. If anything, you’re too good to be competing in the Olympics. It wouldn’t be fair because of how much talent you have!”
  • and you know he’s going to pull the ‘i only kiss gold medals’ bullshit on you lmao but he’s such a softie he’ll kiss you no matter what
  • He takes pride in being able to stand next to such an amazing athlete, and he loves decorating his apartment with your combined awards and medals

[Yuri Katsuki]

  • He’s definitely a Proud Mom™ figure to you when it comes to sports, and he’s basically your number one supporter
  • and you know he packs you snacks and stuff for during/after your swim meets like ugh what a sweetie ;-; i love him
  • He really admires your work ethic and dedication to the sport; Yuri loves to sit in the stands at your swim competitions and just watch you do your thing
  • On nights before your swim meets, he cooks you big meals like katsudon to make sure you have enough strength and energy to perform you best the next day
  • After finding out about your participation in past Olympic games, he gets super excited and begs you to tell him all about it
  • imagine him looking like he did when he has his revelation about being a sexy pork cutlet bowl like awww such a cutie
  • Yuri understands how much pressure you can be put under while in competition, so he does his best to make sure you’re comfortable and calm while you’re competing
  • This sweetie pie is so proud of you and your dedication to the sport, regardless of how many medals you win

[Yuri Plisetsky]

  • Yuri thought swimming was a dumb sport before he met you, but you managed to change his perspective completely on how much work and dedication goes into the sport
  • When he attends your swim meets, he’s known to get a bit aggressive with the other spectators, yelling at them and threatening to fight them if they cheer to loudly for someone else
  • one time he got ejected for nearly starting a fistfight with another swimmer’s boyfriend and he went out and got ice cream for you as an apology lmao
  • Once he finds out you’re an Olympian, you basically give him the biggest mindfuck ever; he knew you were good, but knowing you were that good made his view on you go to the next level
  • He will probably get a little competitive with you, seeing who can get a better score/ranking in your respective competitions
  • and he always acts like ‘pfft so what i got a gold medal too’ but he secretly loves how you look with such a prize around your neck; it makes him proud
  • Yuri loves to post selfies of the two of you with all of the award’s you’ve both accumulated so he can post them and brag about how successful you both are
  • He may get a bit jealous when you perform better than him, but he’s your best supporter and he’s so proud of you and your accomplishments
Unprofessional Services: Chapter 1

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Summary: Getting off of the Finalizer was the only thing you wanted. Until Kylo Ren got in the way. Now you’re his therapist, tasked with a strange objective–but the last thing he wants to do is cooperate.

Words: 2500

Warnings: None, yet

Characters: Kylo Ren x Reader

A/N: Hello! This is a series I’ve been working on for months, now–I’m just now posting it. I only have a few chapters written, but since I’ve been busy with life-stuff, I haven’t had the time to write anything. I figured now that life-stuff is calming down (AND with the release of the new trailer!!!!!) now is a good time to post!

Let me know what you think! This is something else a bit darker, as well, but canon material is always good to slip back into! <3

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What Do You Say When Words Are Not Enough? (Part Four)

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Part Four: It Must Have Been Love But It’s Over Now

Dun Dun Dun…the return of Bucky and he is going to stir up a lot of trouble!

The title of this chapter comes from this song and I feel like it sets up the whole tone for this chapter so please feel free to listen as you read, I’m not going to hint at who it applies to though!


Summary: Bucky broke your heart completely, and though you never thought you could love someone like that ever again, after Tony confesses he has carried feelings for you for a long time, could you find it in you to take another chance on love? Will Bucky let you? 

Warnings: Some choice words spoken between Bucky and y/n. This one is bumpy, so you might want to strap yourself in!

Words: c. 2,457


“Please y/n,” he pleaded dropping his bag on the floor and attempting to take a step towards you, “Please tell me it’s not too late.”


 You felt an uncontrollable rage as you looked passed Bucky at Steve.

“Did you bring him here?” you spat.

“Y/n please hear him out,” Steve was looking fully exhausted now, all traces of his anger from last night gone, and you shook your head at him in pure disbelief.

Bucky stood looking at you with a stupid pleading expression on his face and Steve beckoned for Sam to come away, which he reluctantly did but not before telling you to call him if you needed anything.

“You have two minutes,” you said in the best warning tone you could muster.

“I thought you deserved better,” his tone was still pleading, “I thought you deserved better than anything I could ever give you. I convinced myself that I was doing the right thing, that walking away from you was the best thing I could have done.”

“For who?” you demanded “It wasn’t for me Bucky. I loved you, I needed you!”

A look of anguish covered his face and he swallowed thickly “Loved?”

You cocked your head in question, and he looked defeated as he slumped down in a vacant armchair and sighing he covered his face with his hand.

“Past tense, you said you loved me. It’s too late already”

“Bucky,” you sighed moving to sit on the coffee table in front of him, “I waited for you for months. I cried myself to sleep for months. It wasn’t too late then, you could have come back and I would have fallen straight into your arms. But you never came. You never even called me, you left me completely by myself and just expected me to be still here waiting for you when you finally decided you wanted me again? It doesn’t work like that.”

“How long?”

“What?”

“How long did you wait before you climbed into bed with him?” he asked tone icy.

You stood up and stormed across the room indignantly, this man really knew how to hurt you.

“You know what Bucky, fuck you!” you spat, and he looked like he was going to get up out of his chair when he spotted the tears in your eyes “You do not get to sit on the moral high ground on this one, you left me. You broke my heart. You did that. Not me, not Tony!”

With this Bucky did get up and moved to block your way out of the room and fought with you until he could hold your hands in his.

“I’m sorry y/n, please you have no idea how sorry I am. I’ve been such a classic fool but you have to believe I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought I was doing it for your good but I can see now that I was a coward. I was so afraid you would wake up one day and see me for exactly what I am, and that you would leave me, so I did it first.”

Your anger began to dissipate as you looked into his eyes, “You should have known I would never have left you. Bucky I loved you more than anything in the world. You should have known!”

“Y/n? Is everything alright?” you heard Tony’s voice before he appeared before you, and you quickly pulled your hands out of Bucky’s as he came into view and didn’t miss your action, his eyes flying between where your hands had been joined only moments before and you wiped viciously at the tears that were gathering on your face.

You didn’t miss the sheer look of panic on his face as he took in the close proximity of you and Bucky, and he looked a little like he had been winded.

“What… what is he doing here?” he asked eyeing Bucky up suspiciously.

“He was just leaving,” you answered staring Bucky down as he looked pleadingly at you.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he answered back defiantly.

“Well then I am leaving,” you replied trying to push past him and he caught your arm causing you to spin back towards him.

“Get your hands off her,” Tony warned, pulling you towards him, and Bucky squared up.

“This doesn’t involve you Stark!” he spat and Tony released you, chest puffing as he marched up to meet Bucky.

“This has everything to do with me Barnes.”

They eyed each other viciously waiting for the other to make the first move.

“You’re loving this aren’t you,” Bucky huffed “Watching her from the shadows for years and hoping she’d notice you, I bet you just couldn’t wait to make your move when I was gone.”

“I watched her waste away before my eyes for months because of you. I took no joy from that! You’re in this mess because you walked away from her.”  

“She loves me Stark, she could never lie to me and I can see it written all over her face,” Bucky warned “and I love her and I don’t care what you say I won’t let you get in the way of that!”

Tony deflated because that was precisely what he feared, he had been living in dread of the day that Bucky would return and re-ignite all the feelings you had been trying to bury for months.

He turned to face you, “I won’t y/n. I won’t stand in your way. All I want, all I’ve ever wanted is for you is to be happy,” and with one final look at Bucky, he walked away and out of the room.

You looked at Bucky’s bags on the floor, and back up at him.

“Pick them up and go. Wherever it was you were before you came here, go back there Bucky.”

He ran his hands through his hair, “Y/n please, you know you still have feelings for me. What we had that doesn’t just disappear and maybe, maybe you do have feelings for Stark but you know deep down you’re still in love with me. I promise you, I would never, ever do anything to hurt you ever again. Please just give me one chance. One last chance to be the man you’ve always deserved.”

The worst part was the sting of betrayal you felt for letting his words get to you, for letting yourself momentarily consider what he was saying until you remembered Tony’s brown eyes as he was walking away.

“Get your things together and go Bucky. I don’t have anything else to say to you.”

And you walked away leaving Bucky calling your name, and tears rolling down your cheeks as you set out to find Tony.

He wasn’t anywhere in his apartment and that meant he could only be one place, the basement.

Taking the elevator was taking too long, and with every floor you passed a sense of urgency and anxiety was building.

You found him tinkering with an Iron Man suit and even though he heard you, he didn’t turn to face you.

“Tony?” you tried voice quivering and sounding desperate.

“You should be with him y/n,” he replied over his shoulder with that false bravado he does when he is trying to pretend he’s not hurting.

“Why are you saying that?” you asked taking a step towards him, only for him to move further away from you.

“Don’t,” he tried to warn but it sounded more like pleading.

“We were real, and we were fantastic. We were really fantastic. But we both know who you belong with really.”

“Tony please?” you begged trying to take another step towards him, only for him to hold his hand up and shake his head.

“Maybe it was love, maybe it was. But it’s over now. This is me bowing out of the race, out of the competition. I meant it y/n I won’t stand in your way.”

“Tony please,” you begged “there is no competition! I’m standing right here with you. Will you please look at me?”

You were getting a migraine from the whiplash of the events of today, seeing Bucky again for the first time and now this.

“He was right y/n, you still have feelings for him,” you were about to argue and he looked at you soothingly “It’s not your fault sweetheart, you’ve been through so much these past few months. But I can’t compete with him, I won’t compete with him. I think we should cut our losses now, and you should just be with him.”

Tears rolled down your cheeks but you were too numb to even wipe them away.

“That’s what you really think?” you asked, your voice betraying just how hurt you were.

“That’s what I think,” he replied indifferently and returned to tinkering with his suit.

You stood rooted to the spot for a few moments hoping he would turn around again and tell you he was lying, tell you he loved you, but he kept his back turned to you and as you walked up the steps, with one final look over your shoulder you found him still tinkering with the suit.


You made it precisely into Nat’s arms before you crumpled into a thousand pieces, and she did her best to hold you together.

You cried until your voice went hoarse and when Nat had finally managed to coax what had happened from you, she looked like she was ready to kill someone.

“What are you going to do?” she asked you finally, stroking your hair.

“I’m going to talk to Bucky,” you told her rising from the bed.

“Y/n,” she said in a warning tone.

“Tony was right I do still have feelings for him, I have to do this Nat.”

“I think you’re making a huge mistake,” she warned “but you know I’ll stand by you no matter what you do.”


You knocked loudly on Steve’s door and when he opened it and took in your appearance his whole face softened.

“Y/n, are you alright?” he asked softly.

“Is he here? Is Bucky here?” you asked and a blood-shot eyed Bucky appeared behind Steve, a tell-tale sign that he had been crying.

“We need to talk,” you told him honestly “No shouting, no fighting. Just talking,” you told him and he nodded profusely.

As you sat beside each other on the sofa, he waited patiently for you to speak.

“You were right I do still have feelings for you, but Bucky they’re unresolved feelings. You were all I ever wanted and I loved you so much, and I knew I was losing you for days before you left. I kept hoping that maybe if I did more, if I was more attentive you would stay. I couldn’t understand what I had done wrong to make you leave.”

“You did nothing wrong,” he cried.

“And I can see that now. All of this time I’ve been blaming myself, I was never angry at you because I somehow still believed it was all my fault and I believed that right up until today. I couldn’t fall completely out of love with you because I didn’t blame you. And I’ve heard your reasons and I’m sure that at the time you really did believe it was for the best, and I think to a certain extent that you might have been right. I don’t think we were ever completely right for each other, and that would have split us up eventually, if not sooner then later.”

You took a second to look at him before continuing, “and I love him Bucky. I really love him!”

Bucky sighed deeply and collapsed against the back of the sofa.

“Does he make you happy?” he asked dejectedly.

“Yes,” you told him, feeling close to tears again, and he looked at you, really looked at you.

“All I ever wanted was for you to be happy, and if…if it’s not with me, I’m glad you found someone who can make you happy.”

“I did love you Bucky, I really did and I will always care for you.”

Bucky leaned forward and pulled you into a hug, “I’ll always love you, and I will always be there for you if you ever need me.”

“What will you do?” you asked him pulling away to look at him and he tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“I have to fall out of love with you doll and I can’t do that here, I’ll go back to where I was staying, don’t worry about Steve I’ll talk to him, assure him that I won’t be doing another disappearing act. I’m sorry for how I treated you, and I’m sorry we didn’t work out, I’ll regret it for a long time, I hope some day you can find it in you to forgive me, and that we could even be friends.”

“Perhaps some day,” you told him rising from your seat and looking him over one last time, “Take care of yourself Bucky, I hope you find happiness and whatever it is you’re looking for, I really do.”

He rose too and pulled you in for one last hug, you revelled in the scent that used to be so familiar with you, before you patted him on the chest and resolutely walked away.


A quick sweep of the basement showed no sign of Tony and you were slightly panicked to find his suit in pieces on the floor from where he had smashed it to pieces.

The sound of footsteps on the stairs caused you to turn around only to find Bruce standing tentatively.

“I sent him upstairs,” he said gently “He’s not in a good way.”

You burst into Tony’s apartment calling out to him “Tony, I…”

When you spotted him he was seated on his sofa with a glass of red wine in his hand and Pepper sitting the other side of him.

You blinked a few times, mouth opening and closing, trying to process what exactly it was you were seeing. Was today battle of the exes day or something?

He looked at you waiting for your response and you clammed up.

“I should have knocked first,” was all you could muster, and Pepper smiled pleasantly at you and then her smile turned to confusion as she noted Tony’s expression.

“What was it you wanted?” he asked swirling the red wine around in his glass, and not looking at you.

“It can wait,” you told them wanting to get out of the room as quick as your legs could carry you, and you bolted punching the wall of the elevator as the door closed, and wincing at the impact.  


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first lady, one.

Originally posted by kths

summary: y/n was the one of the finest of her school when it came to ice hockey and her fame spread for all the championship territory once she became the first girl to make it to the team in almost two decades. but what happens when she finds that she’s not called first lady just because of her skills?
pairing: taehyung x reader
word count: 3.1k
content: kinda fluff, angst, mention of physical violence, high school!au, ice hockey!au

one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

The door set wide open made it easier to a helmet to be thrown across the locker room, compensating the turbulent flight by softly landing on a pile of towels on the farthest corner. Unfortunately, only the helmet had the chance of changing its previous mood: it didn’t take two seconds for you to stomp in, finding your balance over your blades at ease as you seemed to not get enough of cursing. Punches and kicks with no destiny keeping company to every word that left your mouth - 90% of those were profanities and the last 10% his name.

You finally took a seat when your head spinned around a thousand times in a nanosecond, allowing you to remember the known taste of anger and how it worked on you. It made you feel dizzy as hell and forget how to think, your whole being concentrating on what it felt, basically. The scenes from the past five minutes bombarding your brain and making your blood reach a whole new level of ebullition as you wore off your gear. 

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Sibling War!

Thanks everyone for the 45+ little wings.

Thanks to @talesfromthecreed for your request and I hope you like it! I put a lot on effort in this one as it is my first Dc legends of tomorrow imagine.

PROPT: IMAGINE BEING THE YOUNGEST MEMBER OF RIP HUNTER’S TEAM AND EVERYONE IS PROTECTIVE OF YOU, EVEN LEONARD COLD HEART SNART AND EVEN STERN RIP HUNTER WHO TREATS YOU LIKE A DAUGHTER.

Serie: Part1(you are here1) Part2  Part3


Being the youngest member of the Waverider sure has advantages and disadvantages.

They treat you like their little sister.

But they’re all overprotective assholes.

Okay, let’s go to the beginning.

Your adventure began when in a robbery in the National bank of Central City, you meet Captain Cold and Heatwave. You had just escaped your abusive family and were looking for someone to lift their wallets, that person just happened to be MR. Leonard Snart. They took pity on you and gave you the option of joining them ( more like Len saw himself in you and wanted to help you). And so, you joined them and helped in their robberies. You asked Len if you could have a weapon like Lisa, he wanted to say no but really, who could resist your puppy dog eyes?

That’s right

No one.

You ended with a (y/w). And with that weapon, you joined their little group of criminals. You helped once or twice, they didn’t let you help in the most dangerous ones, said you were too young. But you did meet the famous Flash, once.

One night, you were waiting for them in Len’s minivan while they robbed the bank. When you were escaping from the police the three of you were in the car with them when a blinding light surprised you.

/////*\\\

When you wake up, you were in a rooftop between Len and Mick and with a bunch of people you didn’t even know.

“Stein, the hell are you doing here”

“I am as ignorant as you for once”

“Where are we?”

“(y/n), are you ok?” Mick asked you. You nodded at him as a guy with a colorful fashion started talking with his heavy English accent.

“The names Rip Hunter, I’m from East London…”

“Oh. And the future.”

You raised an eyebrow at him at the same time Len glared and Mick said:

“Nice to meet you, Rip”

“And while you were incapacitated I may have tampered with your weapons. I’ve assembled you all because I need your help. The future of the world is in peril because a man by the name of Vandal Savage.”

“That can’t be, we destroyed him” Said the guy dressed in leather.

“Yeah, The Green arrow and the Flash helped us doing it.” Said his partner.

After that, Rip Hunter explained his reason of assembling this little group, Len and Mick didn’t seem to agree with his explanation of saving the world via time traveling to defeat this Randall guy. Len grabbed your arm and passed Rip saying.

“You got the wrong guy. Hero ain’t on my resume.” He said.

“Or mine” Mick followed the two of you.

“I know it’s difficult to fathom, but where I am from, the 2116, you and everyone on this roof aren’t just considered heroes, your legends.

You looked at him, eyes widening. You weren’t a petty thief in the future? You were considered a hero?

“Legends?” You said at the same time as the guy who you recognized as the Atom.

“I hate to nitpick, but, doesn’t a legend have to be dead?” Stein said.

“Yeah, yeah, that’s a deal breaker for me, so I’m gonna pass.” The guy beside you said.

“It’s dangerous for you knowing to much about your future but I’m here because each of you as individuals, are destined for greatness.”

“I can get behind that” The Atom said.

“AND, because if you don’t follow me, this is what’s in store for your world 150 years from now” He pressed a button on his remote control and projected a destroyed city engulfed in flames with what seemed like planes shooting at them.

Your grip on Len’s arm tightens as your faced what your city would become, the horror and the desolation the future would become, even if you won’t be alive when this happened…

You didn’t want this.

“I could have chosen any place and any place, of all the people who ever lived I chose you nine, I certainly hope that you won’t let me and the world down.”

Rip saw everyone’s astonished expressions; he walked toward Professor Stein and gave him a paper, where the meeting place was written.

“If your answer is Yes, met me at this address in 36 hours.” After that we walked away.

You felt Len and Mick started walking away and you followed them, after looking at the address and waving at the others one last time.

//////*\\\

You were sitting in the couch with Len’s legs on your lap, you were looking at Mick messing with his whatever he was doing. You were mostly thinking of what Hunter showed you all as Len read a magazine.

“I can’t believe the two of you are thinking of hooking up with the Englishman. We’re thieves, crooks, criminals, with no desire to save the world, especially under years from dead.”

Snart answered him without raising his eyes from the magazine.

“He said across time, Mick. What about the years before the fingerprints and surveillance cameras and DNA analysis.”

He looked at Mick, who just grabbed a beer and was drinking it.

“Why did we become criminals?”

“Because we hate working and we love money.”

Len got up from the couch as you looked at them, waiting to see what they chose to do.

“We steal the Mona Lisa straight off of Da Vinci’s easel, snach the Hope diamond before it was discovered. This is everything we got into thieving for in the first place… more than everything.”

Mick looked at Len “If you want me in, I’m in, but I’m not gonna be no one’s hero.”

Len smirked.

“I’m in too!” You said as the two criminals looked at you.

“You won’t be coming with us” Len said.

“But-“

“It’s to dangerous for you (n/n)” Mick said.” You better stay here with Lisa for the time being”

“But you will be having all the fun! And I be staying here with Lisa flirting with the Flash friend!”

“I promised myself-“

“We”

Len rolled his eyes.

We promised ourselves we won’t let anything bad happen to you, and time travel with a bunch of weirdos is too dangerous for you. You’re only (y/a).”

See?

Overprotective assholes.

Let’s try something else.

Flattery can take you far.

(¬ v ¬)

“But it’s more dangerous for me staying here! Lisa and I are no rival for the Flash, not alone. With you, the flash doesn’t stand a chance! Alone… well he could take me away from you…  Also, Lisa won’t pick a fight with no one, so if you take me with you, you will be able to protect me, you’re my big brothers Lenny and Micky, don’t let the Flash take me away…”

Len and Mick’s face was like an open book, the big brother part worked like a charm.

Guess who’s going to time travel?

That’s right.

//////*\\\

And that’s how you ended here, along the crew of the Waverider. With time, you ended winning everyone’s hearts over, even stern Rip.

Great

What you needed

More overprotective assholes.

The first to fall was Ray.

He saw how young you really were, and who you were living with.

One day, Ray came to you.

“(y/n), right?”

“Yeah, Raymond was it?

“Yeah” He said sheepishly

“It’s there something you wanted to say?”

“…Why are you with those two criminals?”

You glared at him. Without you knowing, Len and Mick were overhearing your conversation.

“They may be criminals, but they are the best persons I know. They are my family, they are my heroes, I love them with their faults. They are my home, but I don’t hope you will understand.”

Len smiled softly, you could see itty bity tears in his eyes.

Mick was smiling openly.

“You’re so young…”

“But I’ve see things a rich boy like you never has.”

Ray hugged you hard

“You precious cinnamon roll, too precious for this world.”

“HEY BOYSCOUT! Hands off!”

Nope

Ray was still hugging you while Len and Mick tried ( but failed) to tear him off of you.

“When we finish saving the world, you can come with me. I got a pretty big house! And I’m rich, I can give you whatever you want! You can be my little (sister/brother)!”

“No way, Raymond. Get off of my sister or I will freeze your dick off.”

/////*\\

Sara and Kendra were the next.

They liked to baby you.

A lot

“(y/n), sit with us today! It’s been a long time since you sat with us!”

Kendra had that motherly feeling for you and Sara was the same, they saw how young you were, and all you had to live and they swear to protect you.

Sara remembered of her past, and how you had a rough childhood like hers, she had to face the bullies until her father teach her how to defend herself, she sweared to protect you and teach you how to fight.

And so, they began training you, hand to hand combat.

Much to your delight.

Kendra and Carter liked to treat you like a child they didn’t have, and after losing their son and won’t be able to do a thing, their actitude towards you became more overprotective.

And, you liked  being babied a little, you didn’t have to ask for something, Kendra, Sara or Ray would compete for your attention, for the horror of Len and Mick, who regretted to bring you along, feeling their little sibling was being taken away from them.

/////*\\

Then it was Jax and Stein.

You liked seeing Jax work on the Waverider’s mechanics, and sometimes you asked him questions about how was the high school he went to.

He gladly answered all your questions and even teach you something about mechanics.

He liked the attention.

He liked being part of a team and the feeling of having a younger person aboard the Waverider made him feel like he should protect you.

Stein liked that you asked him questions about science and he gladly explained it to you, saying that if he didn’t do it Snart’s and Rory’s idiocy would affect you.

Cue, Len and Mick glaring at him.

Stein took upon himself to teach you the basics, seeing as your life as a criminal didn’t let much space for school.

You liked learning, made you feel more powerful.

And sometimes you liked to show off what you learned to Len and Mick.

They were proud of you. But felt like they were being robbed of your loving attention.

/////*\\\

The last to fall was Rip.

Rip’s heart was hardened by the death of his family by the hands of Vandal Savage.  So melting the ice in his heart was hard,

Little by little you started to make your way to his heart without him noticing how he started to pay more attention to you, asking how you were and saving you when it was unnecessary.

And, he would oblige you to go to weekly cheek outs with Gideon, much to your displeasure.

So imagine what happened once you got the cold.

Yep

Utter and complete madness

A riot.

People running around the ship, yelling that you were sick, Rip dragging you to the infirmary for a cheek out. Len and Mick stick to you like glue and Sara and Kendra took upon themselves to make you feel as comfy as possible. Stein and Jax would come often to entertain. Much to Len and Mick displeasure.

“Go away, you’re annoying. (Y/N) needs peace and sleep and you’re just filling (her/his) head with sciency things.”

“We’re not the annoying ones, you don’t let her  brethe without one of you stalking her.

“Everyone out! (y/n) needs to rest.” Rip said

“No” Len answered.

“Don’t forget I am the captain of this ship”

“I remember, I just don’t care.”

Glare

You sighed and looked at Len.

“Can you bring me a glass of water?? Please big brother??”

(Y/N) ATTACKED WITH PUPPY DOG EYES!

IT WAS SUPER EFFECTIVE!

“Okay, (n/n).”

Jealous looks towards Len

They wanted to be called big brother/sister too.

Wow, you had the crew wrapped around your pinky.

You little manipulative you…

The beginning of the sibling war.

They would compete for your undivided attention.

Sara would bring you food.

Kendra and Carter would stay with you and tell you how they teamed up with the Flash and The arrow.

Stein would come to answer your scientific questions and tell how he turned to Firestorm for the first time.

Jax would tell you what happened in their last mission and would more than often show off. Saying that when you were better he and Stein would show Firestorm and how they fight.

Len and Mick would bring you food of the time where they were because as Mick said “The food of the future is crap”.  And they would stay with you until you fell asleep, then they kissed your forehead lovingly and retire to their quarters.

In the middle of the night, Rip would come to your room and would stay for an hour, brushing your hair and telling about his family and how you made him feel like he belonged again. Everything while you were asleep, but sometimes, you would wake up to his fingers lovingly stroking your hair and his British accent telling you about that heartbreaking future.

This went for a long time, even after you got well .They wouldn’t let you go with them until you got away one while they were on a mission.

Craziness and desperation ensued.

They divided in two groups to search for you. Desperate and afraid some creep would have kidnapped you. After a few hours of distress and yelling ( and , even though they won’t admit it, Sara, Rip and Kendra hit a few shady guys who didn’t want to cooperate, even though they didn’t even see you. And Len and Mick… well let’s say those who didn’t want to cooperate meet Hot and Cold.)

The truth is that you meet a hot (boy/girl) who asked you out to get a drink. You in all you rebellious teenager hormones said yes without thinking what your overprotective teammates would do.

The two of you went out to a coffee shop and talked a bit about yourselves, more like you made up your whole background. You can’t go to someone you just met and say

“HEY, I’M A TIMETRAVELING (Y/A) GIRL FROM 2017 WITH AN OVERPROTECTIVE TEAM STALKING MY LIFE. AH, AND I AM TRIYING TO SAVE THE FUTURE OF A DICTATORSHIP.”

They would think you’re crazy

Obviously.

After a few hours your team found the two of you…

Let’s say things got ugly pretty quickly.

(Y/n) (Y/L) WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THING YOU ARE DOING?! AND WHO THE BLOODY HELL IS (HE/SHE)?!”

“Guys, let me explain-“

“NO. YOU ARE GROUNDED!” Sara said.

“But-“

“Hey Len, I think that (guy/girl) tried to take advantage of her, can I burn (his/her) house down?” Mick said hopefully as Len looked at him saying No with his eyes.

“You know the scare you gave us, young lady? “ Stein said.

·Yeah, I almost had a heart attack! I’m too young to have a heart attack!” Jax said.

Kendra and Carter grabbed the (boy/girl) you were going out with and tock (him/her) away from here, after saying something that made (his/her) face blanch with horror and run away like (his/her) life was at risk…

Yeah

It probably was.

Kendra and Carter came to you smiling innocently, you asked :

“What did you say to (him/her)?”

“Oh nothing, just that what would happen to his (dick/ ovaries) if (he/she) as much as looked your way.” Kendra said.

“Yes. And that we would probably make his life hell, if (he /she) was every born” Carter said.

See?

Terrifying overprotective assholes who you loved with all your heart.

Len grabbed your hand and dragged you to the ship without saying any of his snarky comments.

Uh oh

He was mad with you and not even the eyes of the puppy dog could save you now.

The end? 

(promps still open)

Happy Accident pt. 1 - Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: It’s time for another one. This time, a little bit of awkwardness. Part 2 | Part 3

Summary: “Oops, that’s not what I meant to grab when the subway stopped” prompt this time, and with another fabulous MCU character.

Warnings: Ummmm… crotch grabbing? Awesomely inappropriate friend at the end there? None, really. Just a little sexual reference.

Other Notes: Gender neutral reader tiiiiiime. Y/N is your (first) name, Y/L/N is your last name, and Y/F/N is your friend’s name. Up to you which you decide, but she’s a girl. Um, anything else? I don’t think so.

“I hate the subway system.”

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an incomplete list of really annoying adhd symptoms

- Losing your phone and/or keys at least once a day, usually multiple times. (Especially my phone. If my phone is not in my hand I probably have no idea where it is.)  

- Looking like an asshole 24/7 even though you’re actually a really considerate person at heart because you constantly forget to reply to texts and messages, RSVP to events, tip waiters, etc. It took me about two weeks to realize I hadn’t yet donated to my friend’s Kickstarter. 

- Driving is just. You know. Fun. 

- Completely forgetting what you were going to say in the middle of probably 30% of your sentences. 

- Constantly burning food, leaving detergent on too long, etc. because you step out of the room for two seconds and end up distracted by something else.

- Fighting back tears when you need to clean a space but there are too many Items and u need to move them all and sort them out….somehow…kill me

- Needing clean, clear spaces in your home in order to think straight, but everything is constantly a mess because executive dysfunction. 

- That persistent feeling, even when you’re calm and feeling mostly fine, that you’ve probably forgotten something of dire importance and your life is about to come crashing down around you. 

- Getting super flustered when someone gives you instructions to follow that aren’t written down. 

- Being actually really fucking smart but having nothing to show for it because you struggle to follow instructions, remember key components of simple tasks, and you get confused by half of what people say to you.

- Being really hardworking and taking your work really seriously but getting no credit for it because you can’t perform half as well as employees who care half as much.

- Not understanding jokes. Not understanding jokes. Not understanding jokes.  N o t  u n d e r s t a n d i n g  j o k e s   

- Thought of a good song lyric, melody, or description? You better write that shit down NOW because it’s gonna be gone in 20 seconds. 

- Not knowing how to respond to various things people say so you just end up saying the most accidentally rude or awkward thing you possibly could. 

- Literally not even being able to focus on things that you love to do. Having to structure time to do things that are fulfilling to you. *bangs head against wall repeatedly*

- Checking and re-checking any work you do because who the hell knows what glaringly obvious idiotic mistake you might have made.

- Realizing that absolutely everything you know how to do halfway competently is a combination of Google and winging it because your brain just does not process information the way it’s normally presented and “common sense” is not a thing with you. 

- Having to set an unsettling amount of alarms on your phone if you actually want to remember the things you need to do. 

- Pretty much never making any recipe that involves more than 4 ingredients because anything past that gets overwhelming. 

- Making to-do lists and forgetting you made them. 

Okay, but imagine if Victor and Yuuri never found each other. Imagine if the video of Yuuri skating was never uploaded and Yuuri was forced fight on his own. Maybe he keeps replaying his mistakes in his head, psyching himself out, surrounded by people who only want to pressure him into skating again without any regard for his feelings. Eventually, he’d decide to take the next season off to get his head straight. That season becomes the next season becomes the next and before he knows it, he’s too old and out of shape to start competing again. 

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Peter Pan OUAT x Reader Imagine

Originally posted by neverland-imagine

A/N: I wrote this when I was a fetus young child. It kinda stinks but I decided to post some things on my account instead of using it just to browse other people’s fanfiction. Disclaimer: I don’t own ouat or any of their characters. As for you, well, you belong to Pan. 

Warnings: Eh, sexual inneuendos?

Word count: 559

(Gif not mine)


You groaned. There was no way you could keep this up. Yes, you were a known flirt, had a past as a player, and always was incredibly witty. Those qualities held a capacity within your personality that in some dimension could compare and compete with Peter’s. But he had been at this act for much, much longer than you. With experience comes wisdom, but you were a challenge, even he didn’t doubt that. Nevertheless while you may act confident in his presence, the cool behavior that usually came naturally had to be forced. Whenever you were with him, you forced off the blush at his suggestive comments, forced the fluttering in your stomach to go away when he did physical exercise, and forced yourself to stifle the giggles that threatened to slip out of your mouth when he made a funny joke. You were at a severe disadvantage with this whole battle of pride. For while you were superior to most in confidence by nature, the requirements to be considered confident were becoming more and more forced.

And all this had to be forced because everything about Peter Pan was just so damn sexy.

His eyebrows, his walk, his accent, his laugh, the way he rolled up his sleeves to show off his muscles… major turn ons. And his smirk. That simple lift of those plump pink lips could send your body reeling, cause your head to get dizzy, and make your knees weak. His casualties had such an effect on you that it was becoming harder to play this little game. Exchanging witty banter had always turned into something more flirtatious, and while Peter wouldn’t admit it, even his own patience was starting to run out. He wanted something to happen. He saw you for the girl who crossed a line, and played with him in ways nobody else dared. It was dangerous territory for sure, but you thrived in the heat of challenge. In the suspense of the untouched, and unknown. This made you dangerous as well, as Peter would remind you.

More than anything you wanted to give in, jump into his arms, and show him exactly how dangerous you could be. Because more than anything, Peter Pan loved a woman who had the courage to stand up to him, (or the stupidity, as the other lost boys believed it to be). The best part was that you hadn’t picked up on it until after it became a habit. Most people feared him, but to you, his controlling behavior infatuated you. It was just something about his dark side that stirred strong desires within you. That darkness in his eyes didn’t repel you like it did most, because you fed on it. Yes, you definitely wanted give in, and he did too, for he had the same desires. But there was only one thing standing in the way of that.

Pride.

You both wanted to be the one who made the other give in. Pride was a major priority in both of your lives, which was a trait that instilled stubbornness. But with the sexual tension that practically plagued the atmosphere when you were in each others’ presence, pride could only separate desires for so long. And the longer these desires were held back, the stronger they would grow.
Which hardly seemed possible at the moment.