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7 Thoughts about Power Rangers

On August 28, 1993, Mighty Morphin Power Rangers premiered on Fox Kids. I was eight years old and whether or not I was the intended demographic for the show, I was instantly hooked. It all started with five teenagers with attitudes summoned by Zordon to defend the world against evil forces led by intergalactic baddie Rita Repulsa. Jason Lee Scott (Austin St. John), Kimberly Ann Hart (Amy Jo Johnson), William “Billy” Cranston (David Yost), Trini Kwan (Thuy Trang) and Zack Taylor (Walter Jones) called on the power of the ancient dinosaurs and became a team of superheroes called the Power Rangers and the world was never the same.

Nearly twenty-five years later, those of us who became acquainted with the Power Rangers discovered there would be a reboot of the franchise in the form of a gritty re-imagining of the original team. While initially thrilled about the idea of seeing my childhood superheroes on the big screen, a part of me wondered just how loyal this new film would be to the original source material. Mighty Morphin Power Rangers was a totally kick-ass TV show but even the most die-hard fan has to admit there were some problematic elements in regards to the original series, many I will address later on in this recap.

On March 31, 2017 a couple of friends and I went to our local theater and saw the new film, Power Rangers. One of my friends admitted he was not even born when the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers first debuted and my other friend announced he would have been too old to watch such a show despite only being four/five older years than me. I expected them both to hate it and even braced myself for disappointment of epic proportions. The three of us exited the theater two and a half hours later each raving about how amazing the film was. Below, I will list seven thoughts I have in regards to the film. For those who have not seen the Power Rangers, there will be spoilers in this post. You have been warned…

  1. In the original series, Zack, Trini, Billy, Kimberly and Jason all knew each other and were the best of friends before becoming the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers. In the latest film, our heroes know of each other before discovering Zordon (voiced by Bryan Cranston) but they are certainly not friends. Jason (Dacre Montgomery) is a football star before he winds up in detention (and with an ankle bracelet) after a brush with the law. It is in detention where he meets Billy (RJ Cyler) and Kimberly (Naomi Scott). Trini (Becky G) is a recent transplant in Angel Grove and Zack (Ludi Lin) is a loner who rarely attends class. Instead of Jason being the rallying force behind the five teens coming together, it’s actually Billy who is responsible for the event that eventually leads them to each other…and the power coins.
  2. These ain’t your older brother and sister’s Power Rangers. Our heroes have been re-imagined as more of a modern day Breakfast Club. Jason is a star athlete who loses everything after a prank gone awry. Jason is prone to fits of anger which often-times leaves him incapable of leading the team. However, underneath all of the muscle and bravado there’s a good guy there will a strong moral core who feels the weight of fear, a fear of disappointing those he cares about, most importantly his father (David Denman). Our dear Kimberly, like Jason, used to be one of the popular kids until a sexting scandal rendered her an outcast at Angel Grove High. Billy is a bullied autistic teen who spends a lot of time at the rock quarry because it reminds him of his dad. Trini, the new girl, wrestles with the fact she is not normal like her parents and her two brothers. Zack is trying to deal with the fact that his mother is sick and could possibly die. Instead of our rangers having that established relationship with each other, we get to see them get to know one another before tapping into the power that will ultimately transform them into the Power Rangers.
  3. One of the things my friends and I would joke about in regards to the TV show was how Jason, Trini, Billy, Zack and Kimberly always were together wearing clothing the same color as their respective ranger identities. Anyone with eyes and a shred of common sense in Angel Grove could have put two and two together and figured out these five were the Power Rangers. The movies pays homage to this concept by having each of the rangers wear a pop of color corresponding to their ranger’s color. It’s both effective and subtle.
  4. Morphing is like totally hard, you know? The five of them discover the hidden power coins in the rock quarry and develop superhuman abilities almost immediately. Summoning the armor they will ultimately don in their battle against Rita Repulsa and Goldar takes a lot of time and even after a lengthy training montage (WE NEED A MONTAGE!!!!) our teenagers with attitudes are still not successful in becoming the rangers. I actually like this idea of them not being able to become rangers right away because it forces our characters to learn one another. A team is only effective when it accesses the strengths and weaknesses of it’s individual members. It is only after they are able to truly bond with each other they are able to tap into the power that morphs them into Power Rangers.
  5. Rita Repulsa is freaking terrifying. So yeah, the original Rita Repulsa was a total bad-ass but I never really found her particularly scary. The film’s version of Rita Repulsa (Elizabeth Banks) is wicked and not above murdering any and everyone who gets in her way. Rita even goes as far as to kill one of the rangers. No joke. Another added detail I quite enjoyed about the character was how she was the original Green Ranger who served alongside Zordon, the original Red Ranger. This also makes me wonder, when they debut the Green Ranger in the sequel (of course there will be a sequel) will it be Tommy Oliver…or Tommie Oliver?
  6. The Zords were awesome. I enjoyed the sleek look of the design and their free range of movements. In the TV show, most of the Zords were reminiscent of actual tanks and were big and blocky and a bit cumbersome. One of my favorite moments in the film was the creation of the Megazord and how each Power Ranger controlled a particular part of the machine, i.e. the legs, arms, etc. It really took some coordination between all five rangers in order for them to control Megazord.
  7. The last thing I want to address in regard to the Power Rangers film is how cool it was to see a black nerd character on the big screen. Growing up, I always resonated with the character of Billy because my favorite color was blue and Billy was very intelligent and he wore glasses. Billy was this nerd character who was accepted by those we would call popular. As the resident science geek, Billy also plays a vital role to the team. Another thing I thought was pretty cool was Billy being autistic in the film. I was talking to a coworker of mine yesterday and we were talking about the importance of having visibility in regards to autism in TV and film. Her son is autistic and how coll is it he has someone like him on the big screen as a superhero. Another thing I would also like to point out is the importance of having a LGBT character in the film. Trini is not only the new girl but she also likes girls and because of her sexuality she feels somewhat detached from her family. I also detected a bit of something brewing between Trini and Kimberly. Then again maybe it was all in my head. However, I was so glad they did not play out any kind of romance between any of the rangers in this film. I know there were talks about Kimberly and Jason possibly being romantically-involved in the film which would be a great departure from canon but first and foremost Power Rangers has always been the story of a group of friends coming together to save the world. I would be interested to see if future films do further address Trini’s sexuality because how great would it be to see a young woman fully embracing her sexuality and being a total bad-ass in the process. I know there will be a part of the fandom who will wonder why there needed to be an autistic ranger or a lesbian ranger. Some will even ask, why did they have to make Billy black? These are the same people who flip out whenever there is a character introduced on Sesame Street who has two dads or two moms or a parent that’s incarcerated. Representation is so important because in order to eradicate homophobia and racism and bigotry in our society, we have to acknowledge these people exist! So thank you Power Rangers for going there.

I am thirty-two years old and I have never felt more like that eight year old sitting on the floor of my living room watching Mighty Morphin Power Rangers than I did last night sitting in that movie theater. I recommend Power Rangers to all of you who share the same memories as I do in regards to the TV show. Even if you were never a fan of the show, the story is amazing, the acting was great and it was packed with action. My friends and I definitely had a great time and this is a film I would definitely consider seeing again in theaters and also purchasing once it comes out on DVD. If you have any thoughts or comments in regards to my thoughts, fill free to comment. GO-GO-POWER RANGERS!

Teach You - Chapter 4

airing: Bucky x fem!Reader
Summary: He was a punk, and she was… what? She was everything society asked for. But he was different, and nobody liked people that were different. So what happens when two different worlds collide? Are they really that different?
Words: ca. 1000
Warnings: None

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3


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How Much Is Needed for a UK Top 10? Week #2

I outlined in this post what the Chart is built off. In short, it’s physical sales, digital sales, and digital audio streams. 

So - what to expect from BTY in #2 to make it move into the Top 10? 

1. Physical Sales

I don’t think there will be many physical sales this week. Buying a physical single is unheard of nowadays, and it’s really only fans who do that. That part of the market has now been saturated. Therefore, it’s best to disregard it for next week’s charting projections.

2. Digital Sales

I will be keeping you updated on the latest iTunes numbers this week. Hopefully radioplay will be helpful, but I honestly don’t expect much from it - unless we request it! The C-list rotation of BTY on BBCR 1 means it’ll be played about 8-10 times a week - that’s really not much. Requesting is therefore extremely important. Do it here. For BBCR 1 individual hosts, click here.

Right now, Louis is at #17 in the iTunes charts. He’s been around #15 for most of last week as well. In order to reach the Top 10, he will have to sell about 400 units more / 24 hours (a total of ~1150)

If you’ve bought it on iTunes already, please consider buying the song again from another platform, i.e. Google Play, or Amazon UK

3. Digital audio streams

I will also either post or reblog the latest Spotify numbers for the UK specifically! Right now he’s at 171,458 daily streams in the UK. In order to reach the Top 10, we will have to increase that number by another 100,000 daily streams for the UK (a total of ~270,000 streams/day).

That sounds like a lot, but we all sleep about 6 or 7 hours. If you keep Spotify with a UK VPN going for 6 hours while you sleep, use ‘The Thing’ by @verily-i-say, you should be able to get about (6*60*60=21600) 21600 / 30 sec = 720 streams per person.

 If just 100 people do that - he’d already have 72.000 streams! In fact, we’d only need 375 people committing to this to get him up to 270.000 streams a day (preferably Australians so the streams appear during midday in UK time :P)!! 


It’s doable!! We can do this!! 

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Monsta x reaction-playing in the sea during your date

Request: Hello can I make a monsta x reaction request in which you’re at the seaside on a date and decide to go play in the sea :)

Shownu:

Watching you play in the sea was one of the cutest things he had witnessed, giggling while watching you splash water around. It was ultimately the best end to a date in his opinion. It was only later when you had gotten a cold had he decided to tell you off.

“Ah Jagi you’re so cute.”

Wonho:

Watching you smiling in the water had motivated him to join you in the fun but once he got a feeling of how cold the water was he settled watching you from the sidelines, occasionally shouting at you to be careful of the imaginary shark in the water.

“How are you not frozen?!”

Minhyuk:

He hadn’t thought about the aftermath of getting soaked from head to toe along with you while pretending to be whales in the water, he had thought it would have been a perfect end to a date but watching you get out of the water clothes soaked through had him thinking differently. 

“Wow so did you know showering together saves water?”

Kihyun:

He couldn’t help himself when his motherly side came out, worried about you getting a cold from the freezing sea but when you slipped and fell backwards splashing a bunch of unsuspecting kids he nearly cried from laughing.

But what if you get co-AHAHHAHAHAHA”

Hyungwon:

He certainly knew how cold the water was just by feeling the sea breeze on his face so he just watched you having fun, feeling content while waiting patiently until you were ready to leave. 

“Yeah you have fun with your cold later, ha”

Jooheon:

He had suggested going in the water absentmindedly not expecting you to agree and he was suprised when you ran ahead of him, canonballing into the water. He quickly followed you after reganing his composure and the two of you spent the next few hours throwing handfuls of water at each other.

“Finally somebody who gets me!”

I.M:

You were both holding hands and walking near the water, talking about their latest comeback when you had tripped on a random rock and fallen into the water, causing I.M to start laughing. Unknowing to him you pulled him in with you resulting in both of you laughing and starting a mini water war.

“Ohmgod ahahah-WAIT NO DON’T”

-Admin Charlie

A Harem of One

A Harem of One - A CS One Shot

Summary: Killian Jones, younger son of Prominent Turkish Businessman, Brennan Jones, met Lady Emma during the height of the London season just a few weeks before he had to return to Constantinople in order to take over the family shipping business. Despondent over the fact that he had to leave the woman he loves behind, things get interesting when Brennan tries to give Killian a welcome home ‘gift’.

Notes: Period AU set in Constantinople with flashbacks of London society. Lady Emma / Scoundrel Killian; Mature Rating - for sexy times and some themes; ~6800 word count; Props to @winterbaby89 for the use of her eyes and brain on this; Also available on FF.net and Ao3.


Captain Silver had always said that the sea was in Killian’s blood, and though there was definitely some truth to that, after a little over a fortnight of travel from London to Constantinople Killian was glad to be off the ship and at his father’s estate once more.

Well, glad was, perhaps, not entirely accurate.

Content?

No, that rang false as well.

Truth be told, Killian was probably more resigned than anything else at being back in his father’s homeland. Resigned, but not pleased. For all his hopes of pleasure and gladness had been left back in London.

With her.

Six weeks prior…

“Come now little brother, how do you expect to meet a nice, respectable lady if you hide here in the corner all night?” Liam questioned as he passed Killian another flute of champagne.

“Maybe I’m not interested in a nice, respectable lady. Ever think of that?” Killian quipped as he downed the beverage his brother had given him, wishing it were something stronger.

“Killian,” Liam exasperated, as was his nature and custom when dealing with his broody little brother. “I might be the one with the title, but as my brother, you will be expected to take a wife of suitable station. It wouldn’t hurt you to get to know a few ladies of the English nobility.”

“Liam, Ladies of the English nobility are insufferable,” Killian replied, his ire at the entire evening bubbling to the surface, and proceeding to spill over in Killian’s typical dramatic fashion. “They are vapid creatures that care nothing about any subject of consequence. If the conversation isn’t related to the latest gossip or fashion, then they have no interest. I have no intentions of engaging in mind numbing small talk for the next several hours, especially when there is no incentive to do so. I’m not interested in taking a wife, and no lady here would be agreeable to joining me in the activities of which I am interested.” His lifted brows and smirk giving emphasis to his words, leaving little room to question just what kind of activities he’d been referring.

“Must you be crass?” Liam muttered as he stalked off, clearly irritated, which Killian chalked up as a victory.

It wasn’t that he enjoyed getting under his brother’s skin - well, actually, yes. Yes he did - but rather that Killian was never at ease in London society. Too much of their father in him, Killian feared.

As far as anyone within the titled gentry was concerned, Liam and Killian Jones were the sons of the departed Lady Adelaide who had fallen in love and married foreign dignitary, Brennan Jones, from Constantinople. Choosing to remain in that faraway land with her husband, Adelaide had sent her sons back to England for their educations, and so that her eldest could learn the duties and responsibilities of the Earldom he’d inherited at birth.

What the gentry did not know was that Lady Adelaide was actually one of Brennan’s many wives, and that Liam and Killian were just two of his vast number of offspring. Though of western descent, Brennan had been born and raised in the east with its customs and traditions of noblemen taking on multiple wives and keeping harems; a practice Liam admonished vehemently while Killian, though uninterested in such a lifestyle for himself, tolerated as part and parcel of his father’s household.

Since neither Liam nor Killian were among the eldest of Brennan’s children they were given more leave to explore the world of their mother’s upbringing; Liam as a titled Lord, and Killian the spare. Liam took to the life of privilege and duty quite naturally, while Killian always felt just slightly out of step. He had no interest in agriculture, or managing estates, or endless balls and parties, and although the pleasures of certain Gentlemen’s Clubs with their gaming, boozing, and womanizing had certainly entertained him for a time, they too were losing their allure.

Much as the rest of England had, making his father’s offer to return to Constantinople and head up the family shipping business all the more appealing. Killian knew that his brother had hoped he’d meet a nice and proper lady to settle down with, but nice and proper wasn’t really Killian’s style.

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anonymous asked:

hey mom, I'm not in a very good place rn. I'd describe myself as soft butch, and I actually like the way I look rn, no make-up, short hair and all, but everytime I go out I get anxiety because I feel like people are judging me. It stresses me and makes me hate my sexuality sometimes, I know you're busy and your prompts are full but could I please have a small sanvers fic with maybe a teen soft butch in it? I feel like I really need good rep rn... if u dont want just delete this, its okay

She’s in the field and she’s got her game face on – shoulders set, stance relaxed but ready, eyes sharp – and when J Cole’s Hold It Down blasts out of her back pocket, her work partner cocks a grin at you.

“Your kid?”

She grins at the term and answers quickly.

“Adrian, I’m on the job, what up?”

“Can I bring a kid to our dinner tonight? Remember that girl Val I was telling you about? She’s trippin cause she had a rough time in school today – “

“Yeah, course you can, kid.”

“You gotta go.”

Maggie grins at his sensitivity, his perceptiveness. “You could be a detective yourself, Ade. See you both tonight.”

She chews the inside of her cheek – a habit she’s been picking up from her girlfriend – and shoots a quick text off to Alex, telling her to expect one more tonight before pocketing her phone and sighing, squatting to analyze the tire marks leftover by the latest Cadmus lackey getaway car.

She pushes tonight’s dinner – a biweekly thing, dinner with her girlfriend and her college boy (she never tires of reminding him how proud she is that he’s in college) – to the back of her mind until she walks through the door of her apartment several hours later to find in her kitchen Alex, Adrian, and a short kid – must the the Val girl Adrian was talking about – with a dapper, short haircut, make-up free face, collared shirt and khakis, skin darker than hers but lighter than Adrian’s, smile just as bright.

Alex has the look of panicked glee of a pale five year old being caught with her hand in the cookie jar; Adrian’s holding the handle of a smoking frying pan with one hand and pointing at Alex with the other; and the new kid is frozen mid-laugh, eyes wide and nervous at finally meeting the detective she’s heard so much about from Adrian.

Maggie appraises the situation with a single glance and grins.

“Alex tried to cook.”

“I – “

“All good, Danvers, we’ll order in, but I gotta say, I’m still surprised your skills in the lab don’t transfer to the kitchen – “

“Hehe, your skills – “

“That’s enough out of you, young man.”

“Yes, Agent Danvers.”

Maggie laughs and shakes her head at their banter as she drops her gun and jacket on a chair and strides over with her hand out to greet the new kid.

“Maggie Sawyer,” she says, leaving the usual NCPD part out because the girl is looking more nervous by the second.

“Valerie.”

“But you prefer Val?” Maggie asks, and Adrian nods behind Val’s back in case she isn’t brave enough to say yes. She is, and she nods, and Maggie smiles warmly at her.

“Okay, Val, so. What’re you hungry for, aside from whatever my woman charred on the stove?”

“Hey – “

“Is it not true, Danvers?”

Alex scowls playfully and Maggie leans in for a kiss. Adrian squeals and leans into Val. “Told you they were the cutest couple ever. My real life OTP!”

Val smiles, but there’s sadness behind it.

“Bad day, kid?” Alex asks, and gestures her to the couch.

“She likes this girl,” Adrian knocks his shoulder into Val gently, and she shoves him with an embarrassed laugh on her face. Alex ooohs and Maggie squeals, and Val almost cries, because she’s never met grown-ups who were this excited to hear about her crushes on girls before.

“She’s really pretty,” Val confesses in a single breath, collapsing onto the couch with her knees spread wide and heat spreading across her shyly smiling face.

“Okay, tell. Everything. But first, tell me what you want for food.”

“Whatever’s fine. Pizza, maybe.”

Maggie chuckles as she takes out her phone to order. “Always with the pizza in this family.”

Alex kisses her and Adrian squeezes her knee when they catch her family comment, and Val flushes to be so easily included in such a term.

“Nothing, I just… she’s really good at math – “

“A definite turn on – “

“Oh, is that why you like coming to my lowly easy-bake oven lab, Danvers?”

“Ladies! There are children present!”

“I’m not a children, I’m sixteen!”

Children,” Adrian, Alex, and Maggie all chorus, and Val rolls her eyes and continues.

“There’s the math thing, and she’s just really sweet, she always sticks up for the kids who get picked on, and she’s got these gorgeous curls and she’s – “

“Super duper femmey, and totally into soft little butches like yourself,” Adrian says and pokes her in the belly gently. She swats at his hand and shrugs defeatedly.

“I dunno. I mean, I’m not just into femmes… but she is super femmey… but maybe she wants someone harder than me? Or like, femmier than me? Like, less gay, maybe, or more gay, or – ”

“So, basically, you’re creating a girl who’s anything but you in your mind, right?” Maggie grins with a tilted head, and Val sighs.

“I guess.”

Maggie squints at her and exhales sharply and wets her lips and speaks.

“You know before I met Danvers over here, it was… I dated. A lot.”

“Don’t worry Alex. You won,” Adrian whispers, and Alex slaps him five softly without taking her eyes off Maggie.

“I dated, but it was… it was women who didn’t get me, you know? They saw leather jackets and a cop badge and a bike and darker skin than theirs – god, too many white girls, sorry babe, but that’s a story for another day – so they expected me to be a certain type of way, expected me to be… well, more butch, you know? Like, all the time. They were interested in the role I could play – and I can play it, I can be it, and I like it, I love doting on women – “

Val smiles and nods and Alex blushes and Adrian snickers.

“But that’s not all I am, you know?” She shrugs. “Sometimes I like a little lace under the leather. And we’ve got different styles, you and me.” She gestures to Val’s hair cut, her looser clothes, with a grin. “And I love it. Your style. It’s absolutely fantastic. And you look really at home in it. And that’s the thing. You? How you feel, how you are? That’s the only thing that matters. So if she likes you, she’s gotta like your soft butchliness. And who wouldn’t, I mean look at you, you’re perfect.”

Val scoffs and Alex beams at Maggie and Adrian squeezes Val’s knee.

The doorbell rings and Adrian squeals. “Pizza!”

Maggie glances at Alex, and Alex nods with a grin before getting up to get the door.

“Your girl like pizza?” Maggie asks, and Val nods.

“I saved her the last slice last week at the school paper’s party when she was late from class. She was really happy.”

Maggie slaps her own thigh in excitement. “Damn girl, see, you got game! Wanna invite her over? We can watch crappy Netflix movies, and the three of us will check out if she checks you out and it’ll be awesome.”

Val smiles at the thought and pulls her phone out of her back pocket.

“Do you guys do this for all of us? Open up your home like this?”

Alex beams over the small stack of pizza boxes when Maggie looks up at her, and Adrian grins widely, proudly, gratefully, at them both as he cracks open a box and digs in immediately.

“Only to the cool kids,” Maggie teases, and Val nods, and types out a text to her crush, because she’s nervous but she’s perfect just like she is, and what’s there not to like, right, Maggie said so, and also, pizza.

Pizza with new family.

Even if her crush declines to come over, she’s pretty sure it’s going to be a good night.

Should Have Seen It Coming - Jonsa Modern Oneshot

Wee but smutty…..😜

Robb should have seen it coming. He should have been suspicious when his best friend Jon could no longer hold an intelligent conversation whenever Sansa would join them at the pool out back. His words would falter and he would stammer through his reasons for choosing Dorne University or when they were talking football. His eyes would flit from Robb to where Sansa would be laid out on a lounger or rubbing lotion into her skin.

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Morning Voices.

A little drabble about quiet mornings with Gladio. Enjoy.

Gladio x reader

SFW

542 words.

Tagging: @ffxvhoe @fieryfantasy @drpepper280 @thirdstreetcettin @paopuicecream @louisvuittontrashbags @taconinja7 @sonsoflucis @cherryblossomcheesecake @megilao

You didn’t know what it was about the early morning hours which made you want to grab a book. As soon as you woke, you would pick up your latest read and try and get a chapter or two read before you needed to get moving for the day.

Maybe it was the calmness of a morning as the world slowly came to life, maybe it was the peace and quiet, save for the snoring of the man next to you, or maybe it was the fact that nothing was expected of you at this hour. You could do whatever you wanted to do, for yourself.

Some mornings, Gladio would get up and read with you. The two of you would sit up in bed, legs intertwined, both at peace as you read. It was one of your favourite things to do as a couple.

You were lost in your own little world as the sun crested over the horizon, engrossed in the characters of the novel, when you felt an arm wrap around your middle. You turned your head to find sleepy amber eyes staring up at you, a dopey smile on his face and his hair a mess.

Gladio snuggled into you, wrapping a leg around your body as well, and kissed your shoulder. He shut his eyes and hummed, mumbling something along the lines of a ‘good morning’. He was never the most talkative upon immediate wake up, give him twenty minutes though and you couldn’t shut him up.

“Good morning to you too.” You said, gently kissing his forehead. “Are you going to read with me this morning?”

“rdtme” Gladio muttered, burying his face in the pillow.

“Excuse me?” You asked, giggling.

“Read to me.” He said simply.

“Alright.” You said, turning back to your book. You continued reading from where you had gotten up to before he had stirred, him listening intently with a soft smile on his face. You spoke gently, not wanting to disturb the peace of the morning, as you reached one of your favourite passages from the novel. You wrapped an arm around his shoulders as you spoke, cuddling him in closer to you.

Gladio looked at you with nothing but love in his eyes as you read, your voice was like heaven to him, the perfect thing to wake up to. The way you read absolutely captivated him, you brought the story to life better than no one ever could. He adored these purely innocent moments together, when you could just be yourselves. It was as though time stopped, and that a universe existed for just the two of you.

You finished reading a passage and placed your bookmark inside the book, closing it and placing it on your nightstand. You turned back towards Gladio, getting ready to get yourself up and out of bed. Before you could move, he placed a hand on your face, bringing himself to you for the gentlest of kisses. He spoke a thousand words through one simple act, making you practically melt into his arms.

The two of you broke away and held each other for a few more moments, basking in your own little world. The real world could wait for a little while longer.

Morning || Night

Day 1 entry for McHanzo Week 2017.

Thanks to Elektron124 for betaing.

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Jesse bolted upright at 5:30 a.m. It was habit, after rising to run for Deadlock and Blackwatch and from bounty hunters for the past 23 years.

He showered alone. Today would be a meeting, a mission, a debriefing, and no time for himself, he thought as he slipped into his serape. Just before he left the room, he rummaged his pockets for a pen and paper and scribbled in green crayon on a sticky note that must have come from Angela some time ago. He kissed Hanzo’s cheek, who sleep-muttered in response, and left to practice range before his breakfast with Ana.

The sky through the range ceiling was still a deep blue, punctuated by the constellations he had once been able to name. Athena’s voice snapped his attention back to the targets, and he realized that Peacekeeper was empty before he had put much thought into it. Again and again, he skirted and rolled around the range as Athena varied the cadence of the bots, the roughness of the terrain, and the buildings until he could barely count how many kills he had gotten.

He exited the range feeling almost awake enough to tolerate bright lights of the kitchen, where Reinhardt was already flipping pancakes for the team.

“MCCREE! It is always a pleasure to see you up! Take as many as you want!” the German insisted and thrust a warm stack into his hands. He was halfway through his fourth chocolate chip pancake when Ana sat down next to him with three on her plate.

“We need to pick up Jack today,” she told him, and he reached for another pancake before Lena could zip in and eat them all.

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Hanzo awakened to sunlight upon his eyes. He knew to expect the bed to be empty next to him by this hour, but he still felt the same pang of disappointment until he found a little yellow paper adorned with Jesse’s smudged scrawl. To the untrained eye, it would have been hard to notice, but if Jesse had been there, he would have been able to make out the slightest bit more spring in the archer’s step.

He ate a late breakfast while Lucio chattered to him about his latest work and his new audio-healing techniques he hoped to incorporate, then accepted Angela’s invitation to run errands.

“Do you think it’s too early to propose?” she asked as they passed a jeweler’s shop. The window held various treasures, rings and necklaces and bracelets of filigree Hanzo could have brought to his father (but would they have matched Jamison’s mysterious treasure in value, he wondered).

“What do you think of her?” Hanzo posed as he scanned the nearby buildings for a grocery stores. There had to be somewhere that sold pineapples.

“Fareeha’s amazing,” Angela paused and considered the display. “She’s not my world, but she’s certainly made me aware there is more to it. That I had the capacity to love, even after witnessing all I’ve seen and doing so many terrible things. I can only hope I am as good for her as she is for me.”

Hanzo too looked at the rings, wondering if Jesse would enjoy the silver one with snakes entwined around it. He considered the thousands of branching paths, for every action he could take, had taken, and would never take; the hundreds of futures focused and he wondered, if he had not attempted to fratricide, if he would still have found himself a cowboy.

“Do what your heart says,” he finally answered. “Ana would love to see you tie the knot as soon as possible. She’s been impatiently waiting for grandchildren.”

Angela laughed.

“Of course she has. It’s very hard to miss her placing mistletoe over my door and forcing Fareeha to come to me for healing.”

Having found the Mardi’s, Hanzo motioned her in and cast one last glance at the jewelry shop.

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Jesse hated this part of his mornings - post-breakfast airsickness that accompanied Tracer’s piloting of the ORCA. Of course, it wasn’t her fault that there had been unexpected strong winds over the Atlantic, but it didn’t help as he regretted the fifth pancake.

Their arrival in New York was rough, but the strike team managed to hit the ground running. He had already eliminated four omnics aimed at the ship before Ana could leap out to join him, and together with Reinhardt, they cleared their way into the abandoned Talon warehouse.

Morrison was inside, fending off another dozen units with the Bastion unit from Eichenwalde and the gamer-girl-turned-soldier, D.Va. It took them too long to move the payload to the ship, in Jesse’s opinion, but he kept his grumblings to himself. He blamed it on the aging of his reflexes, of the extra half second it had taken him to drawn Peacekeeper and reload it, but he knew the faults were not as clear cut as he wanted it to be and they wouldn’t be disappearing any faster than he could blink his aging away.

They landed back at Gibraltar and let Angela fuss over their injuries as Ana shrugged and went back to her room, Jack sheepishly looking on nearby. Jesse finally caught Hanzo in time to enjoy a brief repast on the watchpoint tower before Winston called the cowboy away for debriefing.

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Hanzo had intended to run a full workout today, but he found himself competing with Wilhelm in weights (for whatever odd reason the man saw fit) and attempting to outshoot Ana Amari (which he failed to do, yet again, but by a smaller margin this time). He showered off the sweat of his defeat before dinner and decided it couldn’t hurt to try the common room. Hana, Lucio, and Jamison lay on their stomachs, shouting at each other over item stocks. They noticed Hanzo’s approach and waved him over to a fourth controller.

He barely noticed it was 7 p.m. until Hana announced her hunger and demanded a race with the junker to see who get chips first. He excused himself and found Jesse waiting in their room with take-out on the desk.

“I saw you with the kids, so I thought I’d grab something and wait for you.” he shrugged at Hanzo. “I know you don’t get a lot of time with-”

He was interrupted by Hanzo’s hug, and they fell back onto the bed.

“I missed you too, Han,” the cowboy spoke into his shoulder. “Let’s eat first, though, or we’re going to be hungry in the morning.”

“Only if you are dessert,” Hanzo muttered, and he laughed for the first time that day. There might not have been time for himself today, but there was certainly time for them, and Jesse couldn’t argue with that.

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358. "You fainted... straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn't have to go to such extremes." Rafa

When you agreed to help Rafael and Daveed in their latest video project, you didn’t expect it to be this damn hot. At first you thought everything would be fine as long as you stayed inside the house, that was until the air conditioning broke down about two hours ago.

The heat feels like it’s suffocating you, it puts you in an irritable mood as your whole body feels sticky and uncomfortable thanks to the sweat. Now, you’re stuck sitting in front of a plug-in desk fan as your source of cool air as you hold an ice cube to your forehead in the hopes that it’ll cool you down.

“Y/N, I’m fucking sorry about this. I didn’t think this would happen when we asked you to help,” Daveed says, the sympathy clear on his face as he crosses the room.

“It’s fine Diggs, I don’t blame you. I blame him,” you joke, narrowing your eyes at Rafael who’s in the kitchen, looking in the fridge for something cold to cool him down.

“Aw come on Y/N I didn’t make this happen,” he practically whines.

The heat has been tiring you all out, all day making none of you in the mood to actually get any work done and instead just mope around the house as you wait for the guy to come and fix the air conditioner.

“Yeah but you asked me to help you,” you whine, standing up with the intention to find something cold to drink in the fridge.

As you stand up though, you start to feel light headed and as you take a few more steps towards the kitchen, you feel yourself going down and the world around you going black.

You come to a few minutes later, you can feel the softness of the couch underneath your body and as you slowly open your eyes you see both Daveed and Rafa looking down on you with concern.

“Hey you’re awake,” Daveed says, a relieved smile on his face.

Rafael, however, happens to be smirking.

“You fainted… straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes,” he says.

You roll your eyes, sitting up slowly and taking the cold glass of water Daveed hands to you.

“Oh shut up,” you mumble before downing the glass of water quickly.  

Hurricane

Summary: You thought your time back home was going to be the best time, but a sudden disruption in Mother Nature throws you back into a position you never thought you would be in again.

Characters: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: Natural disaster, sex mention

Word Count: 1,816

A/N: This is pretty long. Hurricane Matthew inspired this one (I’m from Florida). By the way, I’m okay! It wasn’t bad at all. We didn’t get directly hit like the predictions were saying. However, there are many people that aren’t so lucky. The coast of Florida suffered greatly today, such as Daytona Beach, St. Augustine and Jacksonville. It doesn’t stop there. The Caribbean, especially Haiti, is destroyed. I encourage you all to focus your attention and bring awareness to these poverty stricken countries. Here are two posts that can help you, help them. If you can’t donate, please reblog them. Just spread the word.


You were so excited for your trip home to Florida with your boyfriend, Tom. It was homecoming weekend for your school, but you both had decided to take a weekend trip because it was time to get away from stuffy New York. You were looking forward to the sun, the beaches and the food. You were packing Wednesday afternoon when news broke out that a tropical depression had formed in the Atlantic. You didn’t think much of it because you were certain that it wasn’t going to come to South Florida, where you’re from. There hadn’t been a hurricane hit Florida in 11 years.

Tom walked into your room, “Hey, you heard about the storm in the ocean?”

“Yeah I did. It’s not a big deal. They come and go. There’s nothing to worry about.” You said as you kissed him softly and continued to pack.

“Okay if you say so.” He replied, grabbing you at the waist and resting his head on your shoulder.

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The days in between

Little fluff and angst, but thought I would give writing ago again and see how it went.


The first time, it was just sitting on top of her laundry pile. She assumed the house elves had mistaken it for hers and planned to return it to him when he returned from Quidditch practice. She set about tidying her school supplies away and changed from her robes into more casual clothing before heading off to Gryffindor tower to meet the girls; Mary had a date tonight and they had all been sworn in to help her prepare.

“How can you possibly have a date, already?” Alice asked in astonishment, “we’ve been back for all of two minutes?!”

“Hardly, try two weeks!” Mary replied.

“That’s definitely later than last year, she was dating Sam on the Tuesday after we arrived.” Marlene replied flicking through her magazine, looking bored with the conversation.

“Guys, you’re here to help me prepare, remember?”

“Mary’s right, this isn’t helping you two,” Lily said sitting on the edge of Mary’s bed, “let’s see what you’re wearing then.”

After a long few hours of preparing Mary, Lily return to the Head’s dorm and attempted to complete a Charms essay due for Monday.

She didn’t see James for the rest of the night and hence forgot all about his jumper sitting in her trunk.

The second time it was an accident, she was lying in bed and had awoken during the night from a bad dream; all these newspaper articles about death eater attacks had now invaded her sleep. She couldn’t escape it. Glancing at the clock she noted the time, 5:27, she had to be up in an hour. Is it even worth going back to sleep? She thought to herself.

After deciding it wasn’t, she got out of bed and grabbed her latest novel to read in the common room. It was colder than she had expected at this time and rummaged in her trunk for a jumper to wear over the top of her pyjamas. She found the one she had forgotten about from last month and threw it on before heading to the common room.

Despite being very obviously too big for her, she was unaware that this jumper was not in fact hers and sat reading The Great Escape until James appeared down the stairs just over an hour later.

“Morning.” He said smiling at her, “have you been up a while?” he asked.

“About an hour, couldn’t sleep,” she replied.

“How come?” he asked as he came and sat on the opposite end of the couch to her.

“Just a bad dream. I got a ‘B’ on a potions essay and it was the end of the world!” She joked try to hide the fear she really felt.

James laughed with her but didn’t seem very convinced. She wasn’t laughing the same way she naturally would but he didn’t question it, despite being friendly for a while he was still never very sure when Lily was close to shouting at him again.

“Oh well, I’m going to shower before breakfast. Meet you down here in an hour?” James asked.

“Perfect! See you then,” Lily responded as they both stood off the couch and headed to their separate rooms.

It was just as Lily was getting undressed to go into the shower and she removed the jumper she saw the golden letters POTTER on the back of the shirt.

The third time it was because she needed the comfort. She felt so alone and there wasn’t anyone she could talk to. She wanted to talk to someone, but he was off on a date with some Tara-twit; not that she would ever admit to wanting to talk to him of course.

Her friends had tried to help, but they couldn’t understand and she just didn’t want to explain her feelings to them, she just wanted held and she just wanted him.

Lily pulled his shirt out from her bedside cabinet and put it on before returning to underneath her covers. She felt numb, her brain couldn’t process what she just heard. It was too much.

Professor Dumbledore’s words still rang in her ears and try and she might she just couldn’t shut them up! She felt angry, she felt hurt, she felt like her whole world had just imploded and there was nothing she could do about it.

Why does it have to be like this? Why did this have to happen? She thought.

She cried herself to sleep wearing James jumper, she needed to have something around her that belonged to someone she really cared about and someone that wasn’t dead.

The fourth time, was one week later. She had been absent from classes and everyone had noticed but only a few knew why. Feeling hurt and angry, Lily had yet to tell James what was wrong but took all her feelings out on him whenever he tried to help. It was straining their friendship, Lily knew that, but she couldn’t help it.

At least one of her friends was always with her, no matter what time of the day or night, as they didn’t want her to feel alone and segregated. James tried to badger them to tell him what was wrong, but out of obligation to Lily they refused.

One day Lily was lying on the couch as James return from classes, she was alone and reading yet another from her endless supply of books.

“Hi,” James said cautiously

“Hi,” Lily replied, she doesn’t look mad James though, so he sat at her feet on the other end of the couch. “How was class?”

“It was awful, as per, herbology is really not my thing.” James replied, smiling at her.

She smiled back before returning to read her book, she was wearing James’ jumper again but he didn’t notice.

“How are you?” James tried

“I’m embarrassed,” Lily confessed looking at him properly “I’m so so sorry for how I acted. It was hurt and took all my emotions out on you, that wasn’t fair and you didn’t deserve it. I’m sorry.”

James saw tears forming in her eyes and without thinking he grabbed her hand and pulled her in for a hug. He rested his chin on top of her head and she buried her head into his chest. They stayed like that as she continued to sob quietly into him.

It could have been minutes or hours that passed, neither knew, but when they eventually pulled apart James wiped his fingers under her eyes to brush her tears away.

“I’m always here for you, no matter how big or small the problem is, please remember that.” James whispered to her, he leaned in and gently kissed her forehead. That was all the encouragement Lily needed as she told him everything that had happened as he held her hand and wiped away her tears, almost as fast as they fell.

She told him about the arguments she had with her mother and father because of her relationship with her sister and how they didn’t come to see her off at the train because they had to go dress shopping for Petunia’s wedding. She confessed all the problems she had at home with her sister and how was never truly happy when she was there.

When she got on to the reason why she was so broken, James thought she was going to break in half because of how violently she was crying. But he just held her tight as she told him they had died in a car accident and how Petunia was arranging the funeral but Lily was allowed nothing to do with it.

Petunia blamed Lily; there was no reason for it, but she was hurting too and this was the only way she could cope. Lily knew that, but it didn’t make it hurt any less.

With nothing needing to be said, the pair lay there until they fell asleep with Lily lying on James’ chest still wearing his jumper.

The fifth time it was a rushed attempt to cover up the previous night. They were late for class, very late, and professor McGonagall was not the teacher you wanted to be showing up late to class to, especially as head boy and head girl.

Lily and James grabbed whatever clothes were nearest and threw them on as they ran out of their dorm and down to transfiguration.

Professor McGonagall gave them a stern look when they both arrived over 10 minutes late, but James spoke before she could,

“Sorry, Professor, we were finishing house point tallying and didn’t realise the time,” he lied with a cheeky grin. McGonagall knew he was lying but gave a curt “don’t let it happen again.” And returned to her lesson.

James took his seat next to Sirius, Peter and Remus as Lily took hers two rows in front with Alice and Marlene.

“Head duties, eh James?” Sirius asked with a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows.

Looking confused, Remus coughed and drew his attention to this jumper Lily was wearing. Looking at the golden POTTER emblazed on the back gave their lie away, James looked sheepish but Sirius just patted him on the back as the other three boys laughed.

The sixth time she thought she was going to die. Her head spun whenever she sat up, she felt like she was going to vomit every time she opened her eyes and her nose was absolutely useless was it came to breathing. She was feeling very sorry for herself and James, being the very loving boyfriend that he was, sat beside her for the whole night after he returned from practice.

“Why don’t you go to the hospital wing” James asked genuinely concerned,

“Because she might make me stay overnight and I don’t wanna sleep without you here. So, no.” Lily replied stubbornly.

“Hellooooo?” Sirius shouted from the common room,

“In Lily’s room,” James responded, “Enter with caution, she may throw up at any minute!”

“Ew Evans, that’s most unappealing.” Sirius had now sat himself upon her chest at the end of her bed.

“Get out then, didn’t ask for you here,” was Lily’s response.

“Ouch Evans! I know we aren’t best friends yet but I thought you would treat me nicer than that!” Lily just rolled her eyes in response and pulled James’ jumper over her nose so she could breathe him in as she tried to sleep.

“I think I’m gonna be sick,” she mumbled as she ran into the bathroom. James got up to follow her but Sirius just looked disgusted and asked,

“Are you sure you aren’t pregnant?”

“Get OUT Sirius!” Lily demanded as she hung her head over the toilet seat.

The seventh time was the final quidditch match of their Hogwarts career; she couldn’t not wear it now. She roared and cheered with the rest of the crowd as the team flew high above their heads throwing the quaffle and chasing the snitch.

At this point, there was no reason to hide it. Lily wore his jumper proudly with red and gold all over her cheeks and the biggest smile on her face. The game was close and the snitch had been seen. Whoever caught it would win the match, either Gryffindor or Ravenclaw, and then the Quidditch Cup.

Each side of the stadium screamed for their team as if they were competing against each other. With the final blow of the whistle the teams returned to the ground and the Gryffindor’s celebrated their triumphant win.

The crowd ran down to the pitch and as soon as he saw her, James ran toward Lily, picked her up and swung her around, her face beaming with nothing but pride. She pulled his neck down until their lips met and kissed him hard, for a moment they forgot they weren’t alone.

She wrapped her hand around his neck and ran her fingers through his hair as he wound his arms around her waist and picked her up until she was straddling his waist. If Remus hadn’t pulled them apart the crowd would have seen another show that might not have been as pleasant.

Lily remained in that jumper until very early the next morning when James was pulling it off her himself.

The eighth time was the worst day of her life. Her heart was pounding in her ears, she couldn’t hear what Mary was shouting at her. She felt nothing. There was blood, so much blood, all over her, all over Mary. There was so much blood.

She looked around, people were running and screaming and she wanted to help. In her head, she knew she could help, but her body wouldn’t move. Her best friend was lying on the floor, eyes open and glazed over. It was Marlene’s blood.

Mary dragged her with tears streaming down her face in any directions there wasn’t flashes of green light. There was so much blood. She felt nothing.

Mary almost collapsed with relief when she saw them. Remus, Sirius, Peter and James ran over to the girls and it was clear James was more freaked than he had ever been. She couldn’t hear what he was saying, she saw his face and his lips moving but couldn’t hear what he was saying. She felt nothing.

James picked her up and threw her over his shoulder as he ran with the four others until they couldn’t run any further. There was no one around and the screams and cries had been replaced with silence, an eerily deep and haunting silence.

Yet Lily still saw blood, so much blood.

They got home, she doesn’t know when or how. But they got home. James pulled his jumper off her and threw it to the ground as he pulled her into the bath, he sat her facing away from him and against his chest as the lay there in silence.

Lily hasn’t said anything but the tears don’t stop falling down her face, she’s shaking and petrified. She doesn’t know what’s happening. All she sees is blood; so much blood.

The ninth time it takes them by surprise.

“Lily? Did you just wet yourself?” James asked laughing

“No.” Lily turns to him, “that was my water!”

“oh, my god, oh my god! It’s happening? Like now? What do we do? The hospital…we need to go there!” James responds as he grabs the baby bag and apparates, leaving Lily still standing in the kitchen.

It takes him longer than she expects to return,

“It would be good if I took you with me though, wouldn’t it?” James asked

“Yes,” Lily replied laughing. She had never seen James look so out of it, it was the only thing distracting her from the pain.

As the pair arrived at the hospital, together this time, the nurse began to check them in.

“And your surname please?” she asked. James spun Lily around and he pointed to the back of her jumper.

“Potter then?” the nurse asked laughing as she wrote it on the chart. “Well good luck to you!”

Five hours later, she is still wearing his jumper until she takes it off, James charms it and dresses their new baby boy in it.

“Welcome to the family, the newest Potter!”

The tenth time is the final time. Harry is wearing it before he goes for a bath. Lily washes him and plays with the rubber broomsticks in the bath as James tidies his clothes away into his room.

The jumper stays there as the family play downstairs and get ready for bed, Lily takes Harry upstairs just as the door opens.

She hears James’ voice and she hears the other, the flash of green light is that last thing she sees as she runs with Harry into his room. Lily comforts Harry as she puts him in his cot, she promises him that he is so loved and that she was always love him no matter what happens.

As he enters the room she protects Harry with her life, in her last few moments she sees the jumper on the shelf and smiles as she remembers all the good times that jumper has seen. The memories almost distract her from the voice and the pain and the light.

Almost; but not quite.

Lucky Mascot

So I’m working 50+ hours a week at the moment, and i’m a single parent and I’m basically a mess of stress and self-pity so I haven’t had a chance to update Mission Medic (not that anyone cares!)

But reading @iwillbeinmynest ‘s latest fic (which it won’t let me link to) put an idea in my head so I wrote this on the bus this morning (and that tells you a lot about the quality to expect! Sorry) x


Team mascot, lucky charm, that’s what they called her.  All because the first mission she went out on was such a success.  The team had no injuries, bar the odd scrape; there were no losses; and everyone was in and out, getting what they needed, in record time.  After the second mission went the same way, Clint started insisting it was definitely due to their new mascot, said that they needed her along just like he needed to always wear his lucky pants on a mission.  The team didn’t hang around together for very long after that admission but the name stuck with her, and when she managed to snag a high-level Hydra operative as a prisoner on her third mission, it was confirmed.  Even Bruce, ever the scientist, would act sceptically but liked to ensure she went along.  When Bucky decided on the third mission that he needed a hug for luck, Steve did tell him he was pushing it, and gave him a look that she didn’t quite understand, but she was happy to play along with that one too. Of course, she protested – it was down to the skill of the team, to luck, hell even to the position of the planets, not to her.  But secretly she loved it, who wouldn’t!

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Luck didn’t seem to be on Andy’s side today; her latest shoot happened to end exactly 2 hours later than planned, someone spilt coffee on her jacket and to top it all off— it was pouring. Drenched wasn’t even enough to describe her appearance. With her bag clutched to her stomach she was speedwalking through the grey neighbourhood, muttering to herself about a hot bath and some tea she was desperately yearning for right now, and of course how stupid it was to not bring an umbrella. But in her defence, she had expected to see taxis. But of course, it wasn’t her lucky day and she had no other choice than to simply walk all the way home. She turned a block and it was as if she just spotted her guardian angel— someone who didn’t forget to bring an umbrella. Her legs quickly took a run for the stranger, tapping them on the shoulder and hoping they would accept her under their umbrella. “I- excuse me, but would you mind sharing your umbrella with me? I’m kind of.. well, you can see it clearly.”

Title: Next Time
Summary: Daichi is sick and tired of trying to kill his ex-lover-gone-rogue Sugawara.
Pairing: Daisuga
Rating: M 
Notes: Based on @owls-007‘s beautiful Daisuga Ninja AU. Writing this gave me serious Naruto fanfiction flashbacks. Those were the days.  Also, rogue medic-nin Suga gives me life, and maybe Daichi is a really excellent tracker/ANBU Captain? I have no idea, this just came pouring out of me. Also no fight scenes i’m a lover not a fighter


Once Daichi catches wind of that chakra signature – one that he thinks he should have forgotten years ago but somehow knows he will recognize no matter how long has passed – his mind works in frightening, singular clarity.  He changes directions, once heading east, now heading north, pumping chakra into his legs to the soles of his feet, willing his body to move faster.

This is when he is at his best – when he can shut off his overworking brain and let his abilities take over.  That’s why he likes solo missions better than working with a team; when he’s by himself he doesn’t have other lives he needs to worry about – other backs to needs to have and other necks he needs to stick his out for.  He’s a shinobi, and a good one, and his first instinct is to survive, survive, survive, and he knows those chances are greater when he’s alone.

Unfortunately for him, as ANBU captain, the solo missions he gets assigned to are few and far between, having been deemed too valuable to have his talents squandered on missions that a lower-ranking shinobi could take. And the missions that were ranked high enough, critical enough, for him to be assigned to were also too dangerous for him to take without a squad backing him up.

But as luck would have it, or perhaps fate, now happens to be one of those rarities.

His target is fast, this Daichi knows from experience, but Daichi is faster. Daichi doesn’t have to worry about teammates slowing him down so Daichi ignores the burn in his legs from his straining muscles, ignores the wave of nausea – the telltale sign of chakra exhaustion – that crashes over him. He follows the trail blindly, knows exactly where he’s headed.  He can feel the pattern that warm chakra leaves darting through the trees; but even if he couldn’t, they’ve rendezvoused at this location once before – just months ago.

The distance between them gets smaller and smaller, until his target is only a few hundred meters away and rapidly drawing closer.  Daichi’s eyebrows shoot up behind his mask.  His target has stopped moving all together; Daichi has to admit that he’d been expecting a much longer chase but he can’t say he doesn’t appreciate it. He’s already running on empty from his latest mission, completed just hours ago.  He’d stepped into the weapons shop in the small, unaffiliated village, to stock up on more kunai and scrolls for his two-day journey home, when a few low-level nin at the counter asked if he had heard anything about the rogue-nin spotted near the border.

Immediately he had known. Dangerous as he was, the rogue shinobi was a devious man – had been that way since they were kids.  Devious, yes, but usually not so reckless.  It might have seemed random to the men at the shop – to any of the villages, really – but Daichi knew better.

The only reason he would have allowed himself to be seen was if that’s what he wanted.  He’d chosen to let his presence be known because he wanted Daichi to seek him out.

His calling card of sorts.

His favorite game.

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Sweater Paws - Calum Hood Imagine

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You and Calum have been friends since the two of you were 9 years old. Meeting him in elementary school was probably one of the best things that had happened to you. He was always there for you.

From when you broke your ankle, when you were 11, to helping you through your parents divorce when you were 15. He’d be there no matter the time of the day, often sneaking out and climbing through your bedroom window and spending the night with you.

One night, while you were studying for an exam, you were suddenly aware of how stressed you were, and started freaking out. Your hands began to shake, thoughts were flowing through your mind, you heard a buzzing. Unaware that it was your phone ringing, Calum calling to let you know he was outside, as the two of you were supposed to go get a late night dinner, which would ultimately end up in the two of you going to your local diner.

You tried to calm yourself down, using the breathing techniques Calum had taught you, but it didn’t seem to work. Suddenly there was a knock on your window and you looked to see Calum, in his Amsterdam sweater. You rushed over, opening up the window, letting him in before engulfing him in a hug. That’s what you needed right now. You needed your best friend.

Your other friends often told you that you would eventually fall for Calum, but you didn’t believe them. You’ve been friends with Cal for 9 years now, and if feelings were to be developed, they would have happened already, at least that’s what you thought. Little did you know that Calum was the one with these feelings.

He had been harboring these feelings for sometime now. About a year and a half ago he started to notice the little things about you. Like how when you laugh, you can see your eyes light up. Or the way when you’re really excited you start to move your hands while you talk, sometimes very subtly or sometimes in all these directions.

He started to realize that he found you to be really attractive, and he got butterflies in his stomach when he saw you were calling him, or he received a text from you. He began to realize he wanted to spend all his time with you, and took any chance he could to spend that time with you.

But, he would never tell you how he felt as he knew you didn’t like him back. He’s known you for 9 years now, he knows the signs. When you like someone you lean into them when you talk, you talk about the person a lot, or at the mention of the person’s name your eyes seem to light up. And those were only a few of the signs. So until he was sure you had the same feelings, he would keep his feelings hidden.

“What’s wrong, darling?” he asked, rubbing your back softly in a comforting way.

“School.” he nodded in understanding. He held you out in front of him, smiling softly.

“How about you take a break from all that studying, and we go for that dinner we planned?” you nodded, wiping your eyes at the few tears that fell. You pulled away, going over to your closet and pulling out the first sweater you saw. Turns out it was one of Calum’s. “How is it that most of my sweaters end up here?” he chuckled, you just laughed with him, slipping on the sweater.

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Calum had been on tour for almost 6 months now and you missed him. Things were getting bad again. School, work and family life was getting stressful, and you needed your best friend. He wasn’t done tour for at least another 3 weeks, and you didn’t know what you would do for those next few weeks.

As if he sensed something, your phone started ringing and you saw it was Calum.

“Hey, Cal.”

“Hey, darling. How are you?”

“Okay.” you replied.

“What’s wrong?” you began to explain to him what was happening, ending off with,

and I just really miss you.”

“ I miss you too, darling.” he replied, his voice quiet and soft. “We’ll be reunited soon though. Only a few more weeks and then we’ll be together again, and we can go to the diner and the beach and it’ll be fun okay? I promise.” You could practically hear the smile on his face.

“Okay, Cal.”

“Great, now, tell me about the latest episode of teen wolf.” you laughed, before dwelling into what happened on the latest episode of teen wolf.

A few hours later, an hour after you hung up with Calum, you were dozing off on the couch when you heard a knock at the door. You glanced at the time, 12:15 AM. Who would be knocking on the door at this time? Both your parents were on business trips, leaving you alone for the week and you weren’t expecting anyone. You didn’t really want to see anyone but Calum, and that wasn’t happening anytime soon.

Quietly, you walked over to the door, hoping the tv wasn’t loud enough that the person on the other side could hear it. You looked through the peep hole, a small excited noise falling from your mouth at who you saw on the other side. You swung open the door, attacking your best friend with a hug.

“Calum!” you exclaimed as his arms wrapped around you. You squeezed him tighter, breathing in his scent. You missed him dearly, and now that he was home, things could change, and for the better. When you pulled away, Calum couldn’t help but admire you.

There you were, in nothing but his Amsterdam sweater and some shorts. You were barefoot, and the sleeves were long due to his own stretching of them, and from what you did while he was away. He thought you couldn’t look anymore perfect. He always adored seeing you in his clothes, and you just standing there, looking cozy and cuddly just made him fall for you even more. 

“You said you still had a few more weeks till tour ended!’ you said, as the two of you walked into the living room, and taking a seat on the couch. You instantly cuddled up to your best friend, his arms coming around you in a tight embrace.

"Wanted to surprise you, babe.” you just shook you head, resting your head on his chest as the beginning of Grease Live started.

Calum knew he was in love with you, and maybe he would tell you one day. But that wasn’t tonight. And it may not be tomorrow or even 3 months from now. But what he does know is that you’re his best friend, and as long as he had you as that, then he was happy. As long as he had you with him, he knew he’d be happy.

anonymous asked:

Thor accidentally sat on the to remote once. His immediate reaction was to throw his hammer at the loud noise...except he missed the tv. He broke five Windows, three lights, the coffee table, a phone and Clint's fingers.

Is This Yours? (Thor/Barton x reader)

Could you do Thor with 35 (Well, I wasn’t expecting that) please?

Yay!!  This works with one of my requests!!!  Thanks, my friend!!

The flight in from your latest mission took forever, and by the time the team had arrived at the tower it was the beginning of early morning.  Thor had been sitting next to you on the jet for the entire 12-hour flight, not saying anything about your snoring as you laid against his shoulder for three of them, or when you fell over across his lap to sleep for another four. He knew that you were both physically and mentally exhausted, and he wasn’t about to wake you for fear of your reaction and the danger than could ensue.  He wasn’t about to incite that kind of anger; not again and not for much, much longer, if ever at all.

“Steve, if you could…” he whispered, seeking help with moving you but not waking you as the team began to disembark from the jet.  Steve slowly slid his hands under you and lifted you to him, but then stood in place, looking at Thor expectantly.

“Where am I going?”

“Let us put her on the couch for now.  I would feel uncomfortable entering her living quarters without her permission.”

After resting you on the couch, satisfied that he had done so without waking you, Steve left to unpack the gear and to make his way to his own room for what was left of the night. Thor had decided to stay with you so that you didn’t wake up alone and not knowing how you had gotten there.

“Hey, man,” Clint called to him as quietly as he could while still being heard, “I’m gonna throw together some breakfast, now that the sun is about to come up.  You want anything?”

“Perhaps the usual.  I think that I will just try to sleep some here until she wakes.”  Thor looked around the room for what might be the most comfortable place to rest, but given his large stature and broad build, nothing really looked to be appealing. Finally resolving himself to sleep on the floor next to you, he grabbed a few cushions from one of the other couches and made a makeshift bed with a light blanket that you had lying around for cuddling during movie nights.  

“Head’s up, Thunderboy!” Clint peeked his head from the kitchen and tossed a foil packet to Thor, who caught it as it was heading directly to land on your head, remembering that the only time Barton’s aim was a little shaky was when he was hungry.  He gingerly tore away the foil, shoving the first chocolate pastry into his mouth and finishing it within mere seconds.  Grabbing the second treat, he held it in his mouth while arranging the blanket to lie down and cover himself, not realizing that he was leaving a trail of crumbs with every movement, some of them directly over you.  

When he was finally ready, he all but dropped himself down onto the floor with a loud grunt, forgetting that he was trying to not wake you.  Just as his head reached the pillow, a loud voice boomed across the room, coupled with the sounds of traffic and music attacking his senses.  Without skipping a beat, he grabbed Mjolnir and threw it at the offending sound, completely surprised and immediately thrust into a protective stance next to you.

The sounds of breaking glass and furniture echoed throughout the room, followed by a high-pitched scream that sounded nothing like the archer that was next door.  The shock bolted you from your sleep, shaking your head and groaning at the large pieces of chocolate pop tart falling from your hair. “Thor, seriously?  Did you throw crumbs everywhere or just sprinkle them over my hair specifically?”

“I think I need to go to the emergency room,” Clint groaned, stumbling out towards you with his hand held tightly against his chest with a twisted expression filled with pain.  “That damn hammer crushed my fingers.  I hope you know how to shoot, Thor, because Cap’s gonna be pissed.”  He paused for a moment, seeing you picking what seemed like an entire pop tart from your hair, five broken windows, three lamps, one of Tony’s antique coffee tables, and what was left of Steve’s phone on top of it.  “Should I even ask?”

The television was still on, as Thor had completely missed his intended target in his surprise.  “I believe I may have sat upon the remote control device, thereby turning on the television when I was not expecting it. I see now that I may have overreacted.”

“You may have overreacted?” Clint snapped, holding up his moderately deformed hand, now swelling to almost twice its size and turning a dark shade of purple.  “What was your first clue, genius?”

Thor too looked around the room at the damage, growing concerned at the reaction that Tony would surely give him for destroying a part of his house.  “My first clue?  I believe it was when you squealed loudly and not unlike the children who meet Steve at the hospital each week.  It was quite impressive.”      

Let Go

Pairing: Glenn Rhee x Reader; Glenn Rhee x Maggie Greene
Reader Gender: Female
Word Count: 4065 (opps)
Requested: Yes
Warnings: Angst, violence, swearing (as usual)
A/N: I tweaked the request a little because I am not caught up and it’s been a while since I’ve watched the The Walking Dead so I apologize for any mistakes and my shit writing. P.S. Some things from the original story line are different because it fit with my story better. 

Originally posted by umbrella-official


There wasn’t much to do at six a.m on a Saturday morning except watch some random infomercial. Which is exactly how Glenn found Y/N. She was curled up on the couch while some lady on the TV droned on and on about the latest state of the art kitchen gadget. 

“Y/N, baby, why are you up so early?” Glenn questioned. At the sound of her fiances voice Y/N jumped; she wasn’t expecting him up for another hour or two. “Baby?" 

Sensing the slight irritation in his voice Y/N motioned for him to come join her on the couch, which he did. Glenn sat on the couch and pulled Y/N closer to him, now with her head laying on his chest he asked once more; "Why are we up so early?" 

Y/N yawned once before speaking. "I just couldn’t sleep is all.” She yawned again before settling against Glenn’s chest and letting his heartbeat lull her to sleep. 

Glenn smiled down at her as he watched her eyelids flutter before settling and her breathing became even. He took the time to admire his fiancee, from the way her eyebrows pulled together during an unpleasant dream to the way she fit perfectly in his arms. 

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Always Read the Margins

Chapter 2

Chapter 1 here, all parts here

Genre: Chaptered. University AU, fluff, eventual relationship that can be taken as either platonic or romantic

Summary: Fiction. Phil is a master’s student, Dan is a nervous first year. Phil is in the library when he has to look up a reference in a law textbook, and there is a scrawled note in messy handwriting down the side that makes him laugh. On a whim, he scribbles a reply, but he doesn’t expect to get a response…

Warnings: Probably a few swear words somewhere

Phil had been dreading this moment.

The feedback on his latest essay was due, and he waited nervously outside his supervisor’s office, steeling himself to knock. His proposal had been accepted a few weeks ago, which meant the hard work of his master’s had finally begun. Hours and hours in the library, endless empty coffee cups strewn around his bedroom, and all-too-frequent skipped meals had finally ended in what he hoped was a passable-essay.

Now he was about to find out.

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