walking forward into tomorrow

I’m not sure why I thought it was a good idea but i gave the floor to my lil bro and he almost destroyed me with that warmup.
Certainly, his father’s son.
Lots of focus on punching and technique for the second half of class. The amount of stuff they teach me blows me away every time. Lets hope some of it sticks! #blessed to be a karateka

IF I WASNT SO EXHAUSTED I’D EAT AN ENTIRE CAKE*FALLS INTO BED FOREVER*

Scent

This oneshot idea has been written in the notes of my phone for literally forever, so last night I started writing it up.

Fluff ahoy. Post-Tokyo.


Exhaustion didn’t even begin to cover what he was feeling as he trudged towards the main room, doing so as quietly as he possibly could. Such a skill wasn’t usually difficult for him considering his level of stealth.

But when fatigue was thrown into the mix, his footsteps were a little louder and stealth kind of went out the window.

Robin yawned as he moved. His legs felt sluggish and his signature red backpack was weighing heavy on his shoulders, even though there wasn’t that much stuff inside. He had a feeling his mask was slightly askew too but he wasn’t too bothered considering he’d be taking it off soon enough.

As the doors opened with a whoosh, Robin couldn’t help but smile as the familiar scent of home filled his senses. The faint aroma of pancakes with the smallest hint of tofu in the air, the slight burn smell from the game station running throughout the day, whiffs of the girls’ respective perfumes.

It always hit him harder when he’d been away for a while.

“Rob!” Came a surprised but upbeat voice.

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Always the next story
I’m writing into the future
I’m telling of how this might turn out
Penning glances and looks
Laying down the paths one could walk
Structuring hellos and soft murmurs
Always write forward 
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Sam Winchester-Cold heart

Title: Cold heart

Pairings: Sam Winchester x reader

Word count: 1934

Summary: Reader is really confused when Sam starts acting distant and cold towards the reader.


Sam hadn’t been himself lately. You don’t know what you did wrong or how on earth you were going to fix your somewhat doomed relationship but you were really starting to feel the effects of Sam’s coldness towards you. You were positive it was something you had done and so you tried your best to fix it.

You would hug him from behind only to get shrugged off by him. You would send him a simple text but never get an answer. His calls were short and snappy and he would hang up before you could even finished your ‘I love you’.

You spent all day making Sam his favourite meal. It wasn’t the easiest to cook and you burnt yourself a lot. Both of the Winchester brothers new you were clumsy and so you didn’t cook a lot because of it. You ended up with a bandage around your blistered, sore hand and tired, aching limbs when you had finished 6 hours of cooking his meal.

Sam and Dean came back from the hunt and Dean was headed straight to the library. You grasped the plate as you carefully and wearily walked over to your tall boyfriend.

‘’Hey, Sammy. I-I made you your favourite meal’’You stuttered nervously, hating that you were no longer comfortable and secure around him. Sam dismissed you with a short eye roll and waved his hand.

‘’I’m not hungry’’He snapped before brushing past you and into his room. You stood there biting your lip as you tried your hardest not to cry. You walked to the library before placing the dish down in front of Dean who was scribbling down some notes.

‘’Do you want this, Dean?’’You whispered, trying your hardest not to let the emotion show through. Dean looked up at the dish before turning to you.

‘’Isn’t this Sammy’s favourite?’’He asked with a frown, his brows knitted together.

‘’Y-yeah. but he doesn’t want it’’You shrugged, trying to play it calm. Dean’s eyes fell to your hand as he frowned deeper.

‘’Darling, what happened to your hand?’’Dean fretted. You rubbed it consciously.

‘’Erm, I burnt it. Making the meal’’You muttered, coughing to try and get rid of the lump in your throat. Dean paused as he gently guided you down to the chair in front of him. Just one look of kindness from Dean and eyes that screamed ‘Talk to me’ made you burst out in tears.

‘’I don’t know what to do. I spent 6 hours making it and even burned my hand and he doesn’t even wanna look at me. He’s been so cold and snappy with me and I really don’t know what I did to upset him’’You sobbed, grasping your face in your hands as Dean shook his head in disgust at his brother.

‘’You didn’t do anything, (Y/n). It’s his fault he’s been in a bad mood and so he’s taking it out on you. He snapped at me too, Doll’’Dean sighed as he pulled you in for a hug. You pulled back as Dean wiped away your tears. ‘’You want me to talk to him?’’Dean asked sweetly. You shook your head, you knew exactly what you were going to do.

“No’‘You sighed as you gave the older Winchester a kind smile and grasped his comforting hand. ’'I’m gonna go to a bar. Get a few drinks down’'You sighed as Dean opened his mouth but nodded softly.

You smiled and said thanks to Dean before grabbing your jacket and telling him you were off to the bar.

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Sam was sitting lazily on his bed. He really didn’t have a clue how badly he had effected you. Dean came storming in, scaring the crap out of Sam as he jumped and carefully slid his headphones off his ear.

‘’What the hell dud-’’

‘’No!’’Dean barked, pointing his finger at his younger brother who sat with a shocked expression and a agape mouth. Sam stuttered over his words, the last time he got told off from his brother like that was when he was 11.

‘’Do you have any idea what you’ve done?’’Dean scowled. ‘’Your girlfriend, who by the way spent 6 hours cooking your favourite meal and badly burnt her hand which is wrapped in bandage, was crying her eyes out because she thinks you being a complete dick to her is her fault. She’s clueless as to what she’s done but she feels guilty as hell and you’ve done nothing but be a complete dick to someone who doesn’t even deserve it’’Dean scolded.

Sam sat in silence and just like that the annoyed, moody Sam seemed to go away and the sweet, caring Sam seemed to take his place. He had guilt written all over his face as he got up to go and find you.

‘’She’s at a bar. Probably pissed out of her mind’’Dean muttered as he slammed the door shut. Sam grabbed his jacket, shrugging it on as he went to go and find you.

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Your throat burned as you poured the burning liquor down your throat.

’'Another one!’'You hiccuped as you slammed down the small glass shot on the old, wooden bar. The bartender sighed from his spot, rubbing the town between the glass he was cleaning before he slung it over his shoulder. Typical.

’'I think you’ve had enough. Why don’t you let me call you a cab’'He suggested. He was kind but you could tell that he didn’t actually have concern or worry but just knew how to deal with drunk people.

’'N-no. Another one’'You hiccuped again. He sighed, muttering under his breath but obliged and held out another shot glass. You went to hand him cash but he pushed your hand back.

’'You already paid for it, hon’'He chuckled before going to the back room of the bar. You threw back your head, closing your eyes at the sensation before a door opened.

Sam walked into the bar, rubbing his chilly hands together as he looked around the bar for you. His eyes stopped on you, growing soft with his puppy gaze as he quickly walked over to you.

”(Y/n)“Sam called as he grasped the shot from your hand and put it down. You snapped around in your seat, almost shrinking back in fear first before a pissed and angered expression fell onto your face.

’'No. Go away’'You yelled like a stubborn child. Sam blushed as people turned around to see what was going on. Thankfully it was almost empty and the people left were either too drunk to care or didn’t care anyway. His hand grasped your forearm as he pulled you off the bar stool.

You stumbled, hiccuping and falling as Sam held you up right. ’'No. I do wanna go with you’'You slurred, poking his shoulder. Sam sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration before he hesitantly ran his hand over your wild hair. You flinched under his touch much to the hurt look on his face when you did.

’'I know. I’m sorry, (y/n)’'He sighed. ’'Come on, let me just take you home and then I’ll explain everything’'He whispered as he kept a firm grip on your forearm so he could keep you upright.

He watched you stumbled as he tried to walk forward. ’'And probably repeat it again tomorrow since you won’t remember any of this’'He winced when he saw how drunk you were.

Sam managed to get you out of the bar and cold air hit you hard. You whimpered, grasping your jacket which was stupidly thin for winter. Sam turned to face you as he shrugged off his own jacket.

’'No’'You growled, lazily pushing away his hands that held out his jacket. Sam sighed, eyes softening as his breath fogged in the cold air.

’'C'mon, (y/n). It’s cold’'He pleaded. You stubbornly turned away from him and Sam muttered something under his breath before sighing and shrugging his jacket back on. ’'Fine’'He gave in.

You shakily walked with Sam, your legs like Bambi as you tried to find your footing. Sam caught you as you stumbled, stopping you from face planting the floor as he grunted and held you upright.

’'Yo-You’s so mean’'You whimpered, hitting his fingertips that held your forearm. Sam looked down as he continued walking to the impala, a look of guilt on his face.

’'I know, baby. I’m sorry’'He whispered. You glared at him, face scrunching up.

’'Don’t call me that!’'You yelled, hitting his arm more hard. Sam winched but didn’t budge. ’'You can’t call me that when you don’t love me anymore’'You yelled but your voice faded in the end as Sam looked at you with a shocked expression.

The two of you stopped, only inches from the Impala. ’'Is that what you think?’'Sam gaped as he watched your face twist up before you surprisingly and randomly burst into tears.

’'You don’t love me’'You sobbed, ripping your arm out of his grip and letting yourself collapse to the floor. Sam tried to stop you but he wasn’t quick enough and now he found himself trying to haul you off the ground whilst passers by gave him funny looks.

He sighed, stopping his trying and sat down in front of you. He used his slender fingers to move a piece of fallen hair behind your ears. You tried to rip your head away from his touch but that just resulted in banging your head off the Impala door. Sam winched, watching you whimper as you cried even harder, grasping your sore head.

He had to admit, as horrible as it was seeing you like this, you were kind of cute when you went from being the big bad hunter who could kill someone with just a glare to someone who cried and crawled into the comforting arms of anyone.

Sam had seen you drunk a few times and unfortunately for you, you were the emotional drunk. Sam thought it was cute how you would cry over little things like how your toothpaste had ran out and then you would bawl in his arms for the next ten minutes while he reassured you there would be more toothpaste. He always thought it was adorable and made him chuckle but he hated being the cause of this one.

’'Hey, hey’'Sam soothed, sighing softly. ’'It’s okay, (y/n)’'He whispered. ’'I do love you, with all my heart. I just… I just got stressed and I took it out on you. I’m sorry’'He explained as he rubbed his fingers over your cheek.

’'It’ll never happen again, I’m sorry’'He whispered against your forehead when you finally let him near you without trying to headbutt him. You whimpered softly as you looked at him through teared eyes.

’'You promise?’'You sniffled. Sam chuckled softly as he nodded.

’'I promise’'He agreed. The two of you stayed like that for a while before he patted your back. ’'Come on, lets get back before Dean sends out a search party’'He chuckled. He waited for a bit but never got a reply. ”(y/n)?“He mumbled, lifting the piece of hair that covered your face. He laughed softly when he saw you sound asleep, your nose just as red as you eyes were. He leaned down, picking you up and carefully sliding you into the backseat of the Impala as he got in and drove back to the motel.

The next morning Sam had made sure he told you just how much he loved you along with breakfast in bed and reassuring touches and kisses as he repeatedly told you how much he loved you.

He promised he’d never do it again and Sam kept his word.

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Maybe it was the sheen of sweat on her face, or maybe it was the way Kara's gloved hands gripped the wooden shaft of the room, but Lena absolutely loved watching her girlfriend show off those canary robes as she zoomed across the pitch and won the quidditch game for her house. Lena also knew that the blonde would be riding a post win high and definitely fuck her into oblivion, she was already looking forward to not being able to walk to Potions tomorrow morning, fuck what Professor Snape said.

#SHOOK

7

Churi’s Sousenkyo Speech

I’ve managed to get back into the senbatsu! Thank you very much! [Sees an image of fans at the SKE theatre] Thanks to the fans who are watching from the theatre. That’s right, I was let into the senbatsu the year before last and I unfortunately slipped out of it last year, but this year I’ve been able to come back smoothly by ranking fifteenth. I’ve gotten the opportunity to participate in every sousenkyo since the first one and I’ve been able to stand on the stage like this ever since the second sousenkyo, and if we’re being honest you could probably buy a rather big house in Nagoya if you took all the money everyone’s spent on me over the years. That alone shows me that everyone shares a strong love for me. While I wasn’t able to build a home for those people, I really think that it’d nice if I can become a house for my fans, a place where I always want everyone to come back to.

It’s almost as if those who love and support me are living in my home! I spend way more time with my fans than I do with my own family. I’m very grateful to establish a new bond with my fans resembling that of a family. The house I’ve built houses my fans and family, as well as everyone who supports me, everyone who comes to see me, and those who can’t come to see me. I strongly believe that I’m here because of the support of each and every person.

It’s already been nine years since I’ve joined SKE48, and while I’ve had my share of fears regarding SKE48′s struggles, I think that the present is an opportunity for SKE48 to display its strength, so we’ll show our own strength and tell everyone that SKE48, the group centered in my hometown of Nagoya, is not done yet.

That’s right… I spoke so much about my mom during the year before last’s sousenkyo that she got mad at me, so today I’ll thank my father, my grandfather, my grandmother, and a lot of others! I’m also really happy that I’m able to express my gratitude to a lot of different people due to Noguchi Goro-san’s support, I’ve been working with him for around one year and he came to my help when I was ranked 56th during the preliminaries! I’ll stick my chest out tomorrow and walk forward as Takayanagi Akane. Thank you very much for today!

Winter's Night Ch1

“Again!” Madame B shouted in my ear.
I didn’t even bat an eyelid. The Red Room were ruthless and thorough in their training. Assets were to be killing machines. No fears, no emotions, no pain. I held two guns in my hands. I flawlessly swapped the cartridges and held them up to the target. I fired five shots from each gun before throwing them in the air, swapping hands before emptying the bullets into the target.
There was only one hole. In between the eyes.
“Excellent.” She whispered in my ear. “You’ll be a perfect match for him.”
I retained a shudder at her voice and who she was referring to. Everyone here and probably anywhere had heard of the Winter Soldier. Russia’s prized assassin. The current programme was to find a female partner for him. They said dual sex partnerships worked best.
No one questioned them; those who did never returned.
Madame B walked slowly, her heels clacking sharply against the wooden floor. She stood silently before me and watched me. I maintained eye contact the whole time.
Looking away was a sign of weakness.
A voice spoke from behind me in Russian. “Is she the one?”
Madame B scrutinised me looking for the slightly imperfection in my appearance and posture. “She is.” She replied in our native tongue.
“They will acquaint themselves tomorrow.” The man walked forward and stood next to her but my eyes remained locked with hers. “They must be compatible. Until then, kill the others.”
I saw a flicker of emotion in Madame’s eyes before I realised something. She had grown a slither of feeling towards the other assets. Internally I frowned. Emotion caused weakness which led to being compromised. You were to avoid being compromised at all costs. There is no such thing as failure at the Red Room.
“Already done, sir.” She walked out and I remained facing ahead.
“Look at me, asset!”
My head snapped towards him.
“What is your birth name?” The man asked. He had slicked back black hair, clearly dyed, and sharp grey eyes.
“Arianna Katyna, sir.” My voice was crystal clear, only a slight Russian twinge was there. Assets had any idiosyncrasies or accents beaten out of them when they start training. Assets had to be untraceable.
“Bury it. Never utter it, breathe it, or even think it because if you do, you’ll be begging for death.”
“Understood, sir.”
I wasn’t expecting the slap that hit my right cheek. I barely felt the pain before I compartmentalised away in my head.
“I did not ask you to understand it! I told you to bury it! Assets do not speak unless spoken to!” The man got up in my face. I remained stoic, not even blinking until he took a step back.
“You are the asset. You now go by Nightshade unless told other wise.” I nodded once. “You are to come here in your uniform at 0500. Don’t be late.” He walked out the room. I waited until his footsteps receded before letting out the slightest of sighs.
Time to prepare.

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I walked silently into the training room as the clock strikes five. Punctuality was the first thing that was drilled in us. There was only the candlelit chandelier in the middle of the room casting light and even then it wasn’t a lot. In the corner of the room a man sat silently watched my every movement. He stood up fluidly, the metal of his left arm catching the light. The Red star was prominent on his shoulder as he wore his uniform. I stood to attention and watched his every movement.
“Zimniy Soldat.” I greeted formally.
“Paslen.” He responded.
“You two are to work together. To shape the future. From now one you are one and the same. You have one hour before your initiation mission. Get to know the other’s techniques. You are now a single machine.” The man from yesterday walked in and stood to my left. “I am Volskov. First name irrelevant. I am your SO and CO rolled into one. You disobey and you both know the consequences.”
“Da, ser.” We replied in sync. We looked at each other for a moment before looking at Volskov.
“Begin.” He said before leaving.
The Winter Solder slowly removed the facial equipment he was wearing and removed his weapons. I wasn’t stupid enough to believe he had removed all of them. He methodically laid them on the floor and motioned at me to do the same. I looked at him as I removed the short sword from my back followed by my tactical belt and guns. I removed the holster and sheath of knives from my shoulders.
“We shall spar for 15 minutes, shoot for 15, abilities for 10, mission preparation for 20. Objections?”
“Net.” I shook my head
He took first swing.
We were re-attaching our equipment after cleaning them when Volskov walked in. “I have observed your dynamics as a pair. You work efficiently together. You need to get better. The only people you trust are each other.” We both looked at the other before looking away. “You need to communicate more. Put these comms in. You are to use them. The only time you take them out is to wash. You’re mission is to wipe out this cartel. They think they are strong enough to over throw us. You prove them wrong.”
I looked at Volskov asking a silent question.
“Confirmed success in eighteen hours. You are going incognito. Safe house with further instructions is at these co-ordinates. There is a helicopter outside.” Volskov finished before abruptly leaving. He paused before he reached the door. “Soldier, do Nightshade’s hair the way you were told.”
I was confused. Why would they need to do my hair? It was in a high ponytail, the way it had been since my first hour at the Red Room. We were told ponytails were practical and efficient. An asset should not spend more time then absolutely essential on her appearance.
The Winter Soldier pushed my shoulder with his metal hand and I walked forward towards the helicopter that was waiting outside.
The Soldier walked in and immediately started to flip switches and press buttons as I slid the door closed and locked it. After ten minutes of silent flight he pressed a series of buttons before unbuckling himself and walking towards me like a predator stalking its prey. It struck me that he could kill me so many ways before I could put up much of a fight, despite my multiple years of training. He quietly unbuckled me before he spoke.
“Kneel here.” I complied and kneeled where he had pointed. My hands twitching to the knives attached to my boots.
“Relax.” I felt him kneel down behind me and remove my sword. He placed it to our right purposely so I could see it. I felt his hands go to my hair and remove the band. I tensed as I felt my hair fall against my back in its chocolate brown waves. The sensation was foreign, my hair being down. The longest it was ever down was the five minutes we were allowed to shower at the Red Room.
“Relax.” A quiet voice said from behind me and I relaxed slightly but remained on guard. I felt the Soldier put his hand in my hair and pull them through with a gentleness that shocked me.
The Winter Soldier was doing my hair. We were always told that The Winter Soldier was ruthless, efficient and silent. That we had to idolise the soldat. That he never did anything unnecessarily, which we should do. That he never made mistakes. Yet here that man was doing my hair. I knew that shock would be evident on my face and suddenly was glad that the Soldier was behind me. This famous world-known assassin was currently doing my hair and was completely in control of the situation. That fact made me stop. I felt his hand go to the top of the back of my head and separate the hair he pulled on it gently and began. He kept picking up different pieces of my hair and adding them into whatever he was doing. It wasn’t until he was doing the length of my hair did I realise that he was braiding it. When he finished he stood up and walked around in front of me, assessing his work. He seemed to hesitate before extending his hand down to pull me up. I then hesitated before accepting his hand as he pulled me to my feet. I flew slightly as he put a bit to much force into the pull before letting go of my hand. He silently walked to the cockpit and pressed a sequence of buttons before taking the wheel again. I silently stalked forward and sat in the co-pilot seat.
“Spasibo.” I said quietly, thanking the person next to me.
The Soldier nodded.
There was one thing that the trainers did get right. The Winter Soldier was an asset of mystery.
We landed shortly later, in a clearing next to the safe house. We hadn’t said anything to each other since he did my hair and I had a feeling that that was how it was going to stay for a time. There was a black inconspicuous car in the driveway for us to use no doubt to get to the mission later.
The safe house was more of a safe cabin but something about it made me feel at peace and told me not to underestimate it. The Soldier walked forward and pushed something by the door and pulled keys out of the section that had opened up. I quickly followed and stepped over the threshold. I looked around and saw a table with a couple of chairs to one side with a map of Europe hung above it.
The Soldier quietly spoke next to me. “Volskov said that there was a package on your cot for you. He said it was for the mission.” He walked off to the kitchenette and began looking in all the cupboards. On the table there was a Manila folder which I quickly picked up.

Mission Briefing for The Winter Soldier and Nightshade

Target: Kilianov Ausikya
Gender: Male
Nationality: Russian
Age: 37
Mission Perimeters: Ausikya will be at a ball to discuss a business transaction. The ball is to celebrate said transaction. Assets are to stop this transaction and neutralise the threat. Assets are to attend backroom meeting between the three and then neutralise, neutralisation must not have any witnesses. No collateral damage allowed.
Aliases: Winter Soldier is to be known as Viktor Sherinov, businessman
Nightshade is to be known as Anastasiya Sherinov, professional dancer
The Sherinovs have been married for three years after meeting in Venice on business. They are high up in the oil trade and ‘need’ to land the secondary deal that is to be discussed.

I put down the folder. I would almost put money on the fact that the reason we were being a married couple was an attempt at getting us to ‘bond’. I looked at the Soldier who was looking through his arsenal. This was going to be awkward. Picking up the folder again, I slowly walked over to him and placed the folder on the table.
“We have our orders.” I spoke quietly, not wanting to break the quiet atmosphere.
He nodded once before returning to what he was doing. “I’m going to get ready.” I told him before quickly walking away.

It wasn’t hard to figure out which room was mine due to only one of us wore dresses. A dress that looked way to expensive for an asset like me to wear had been carefully hung on a hook next to the bed. The dress was a Greek style, all white apart from a silver shoulder detail. On the floor next to it was a box with delicate silver heels on top and a small jewellery box. On the bed was a note.
Nightshade,
These items are to come back in the condition they are now or else remember my previous threat.
Love Volskov x

I felt an uncomfortable bubble rise in before I forcefully shoved it away. I was Nightshade, the assassin trained in the Red Room. I did not have emotions. I slipped out of my combat uniform and carefully placed my thigh sheath on the bed for me to put on. I checked the back of the dress to see how to put it on and saw an invisible zip. I quickly slipped the sheath on and tightened it appropriately. I tested my leg to make sure I could still move it normally before taking the dress. I changed my mind at the last minute and put the shoes on first, not wants to crease the beautiful dress. Carefully I slipped into the dress and slid my shoulder into it. I pulled up the zip. And looked in the mirror.
My chocolate coloured hair was still in the braid that the Soldier had put it in and my deep blue eyes were framed by long dark lashes. My lips were a rosy pink and skin had a very light golden tone to it. The dress accented my curves and my complexion well.
Remembering the jewellery box I quickly bent down and snatched it up, and upon opening it I saw diamond earrings. I quickly slipped them in, for once grateful to the Red Room’s painful methods of making us look normal to the extent of ear piercings.
I caught my reflection in the mirror and silently stared as I spun myself in the mirror looking at different angles. This never would have happened in the Red Room. Clearly these people have a lot of money. An almost silent knock brought me out of my reverie.
“Nightshade?”
“Come in.” I replied. My breath caught in my throat as I saw the feared Winter Soldier in a tuxedo. That was something I thought I’d never see.
“We need to leave or we’ll be late.” He said stiffly but I didn’t miss the way his eyes flitted down my body before he turned and left the room.


I was out of my depth surrounded by all these people who were practically rolling in money and associates. I sipped my champagne and smiled politely at a lady who was looking at me from across the room; she smiled back. I turned to my husband next to me and sent an award-winning smile at the man he was talking to. There was a high pitched tapping and everyone hushed.
Kilianov Ausikya was stood on the stage and held a wired microphone in his hand. “Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like to thank you all graciously for coming. As we all know tonight’s ball is held in honour of two critical business deals happening tonight. I would like to welcome Anna Valenkov to the stage!” The crowd cheered whilst myself and The Winter Soldier clapped politely, fake smiles plastered across our faces. Anna walked up onto the stage greeting Kilianov halfway. “I would also like to welcome Mr and Mrs Sherinov tonight but with a special request.”-Both of us tensed-“I heard about Anastasiya’s dancing background and couldn’t help wondering if you could treat us to a dance. Anastasiya and Viktor, would you mind?” He smiled at us when he saw us.
Shit. The target’s asking me to dance with some guy that could snap me in half that I met around fourteen hours ago. Fan-bloody-tastic. This seemed like something that would happen in those movies the Red Room would force us to watch so we would know how to act like a lady.
“It would be our honour, Kilianov.” The Soldier said politely. And he took my hand in his gloved metal one and pulled me towards the dance floor. Under his breath he whispered to me. “Do you know the Viennese Waltz?”
I was taken aback by his question but didn’t let it show. “The Red Room is extensive in its training.” I nodded to him as we faced each other in the middle of the floor.
“Good.”
Kilianov spoke once again. “Do you know what dance you’re going to do?”
I smiled brightly. “We were thinking of the Viennese Waltz, you know, since we met in Vienna.” I pretended to lean into the soldier’s chest lovingly.
“How romantic!” A lady squealed somewhere behind me and people laughed.
“I must agree with the beautiful lady; it’s a romantic choice. Band? Take it away.”
The band started to play and Winter placed his hands on me gently but firmly. I quickly replied in kind.
We swayed side to side before he spun me out and I twirled before going back into his arms. We span together and took the steps that had been seared into my memory. We tilted our arms left to right as we span in a circle. We swayed before Winter span me around him with one hand before pulling me in close. We repeated it all again, staring at each other the whole time. Suddenly he whispered in my ear as he pulled me close.
“Do you trust me?”
I paused before I replied. “Enough to stay alive tonight.”
“I’m going to lift you and you need to smile.” I looked at him in shock. “Relax. 1..2…3!” He whispered as true to his word he lifted me onto his shoulder and I smiled and pointed my finger and feet. The audience cheered as he brought me down and spun me again. I twirled angelically as he pulled me close. We picked up the pace whilst remaining in time with the music as we spun around the floor faster with the classical steps. The music drew to a close but he didn’t let go of me as he searched my face. Suddenly becoming aware of our environment again he pretended to loving kiss my forehead before we pulled apart.
Kilianov made yet another speech but neither of us were listening. We continued to mingle and receive compliments for our performance but we brushed them off as if they were nothing which they were. The dance was just part of the mission. Speaking of the mission, we pulled it off without a hitch; we slipped a toxin that caused cardiac arrest into Killianov’s drink just after he signed the deal with us meaning the other business transaction couldn’t happen.
We were driving back to the safe house in silence, Winter was at the wheel, in complete silence. My thoughts were running rampant through my head as we pulled up. Winter unlocked the door and we were greeted by Volskov.
“It seems like they got along just fine, sir.” He smirked.
“It seems so.” Another man stepped into the light and held out a hand. “Alexander Pierce, pleasure to meet you.”

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Originally posted by dailybuckybarnes

bedtime story:

“Before you even notice, you will have settled. You will enjoy your Monday morning coffee and think it’s just what you needed to start your day. You will visit the library every Tuesday, hoping to find some new escape in a new book, just to get away from your life. You will eat lunch with your best friend every Wednesday, order the usual at your favorite restaurant, you’re satisfied. On Thursday you go for a walk around your neighborhood to clear your mind, and look forward to tomorrow. On Friday evening you think you’ve made it, so you reward yourself with delivery pizza and an alright movie you’ve seen more than six times. Saturday, there’s still a day separating you from Monday, so you’re fine. Sunday, you dread, dread, until you go to bed. Then it’s the same old routine, slowly getting through life, thinking you enjoy it, when you could easily learn to enjoy something else. How do you know what you need to get through the day is just coffee? Maybe it’s just telling yourself, hey, I can do it, there’s more to look forward to. Instead of living your life through books why don’t you go on an adventure and take a risk like your favorite fictional character? How do you know that meal is really your favorite thing at a restaurant when you’ve never let yourself taste something else? Is looking forward to the end of the week your motivation to actually get through life? If it is, why, when you’re just living the same old shit week to week, nothing will change. You won’t change. You think you’re happy, but couldn’t you be happier?”— Isabel Cabrera, don’t settle

image from the sketchbook of Chiara Bautista

I’m going to focus on my breathing
If it means feeling alive again
I’m going to start singing for myself
In hopes of finding a voice I love
I refuse to let myself be buried
By all of the sadness I feel today
But I’ll keep walking forward
In hopes of finding myself tomorrow.
—  All Places Are Temporary Places (@graetly // I will probably delete this later whoops sorry)
CEO!Luke Part 2

Y/N’s POV

I wasn’t surprised that his office was stunning because this entire building was beautiful. White marble floor scattered along the ground. Three big glass windows sat next to each other giving a wonderful view of the city. The sun radiating in but not too much. His office just screamed professional and I loved that. “It’s nice isn’t it?” he asked making me snap out of my gaze. “It’s lovely, Mr. Hemming’s” I shyly say. “Here, you can have a seat in that grey chair over there” he said gently placing his hand on my lower back while pointing to the grey chair. His touch made me shiver. “Okay thank you” I responded. “I know this is an interview but, would you like anything to drink?” he asked kindly. “Um..water would be nice thank you” I say. I walk over to the chair and sit down crossing my legs because my dress was too short for my liking. Besides this is a professional interview and I need this job. “Here you go” Mr. Hemming’s says as he places my glass in front of me on a little glass table. Everything is either made of marble or glass here. “Thank you” I say nicely. 

As he readjusts himself in his chair, he lets out a small sigh. “Everything okay, Mr. Hemming’s?” I said concerned. “Oh yes, Ms. Y/L/N it’s just been a long day that’s all. This business has its good and bad days, I’m surprised that you want this job” He says, loosening the tie on his neck. I was taken back on his comment. “What does that mean?” I ask. “Oh no, I didn’t mean to offend you in any way Ms. Y/L/N. I just mean why does a beautiful woman like you want to work here?” he grins. He just called me beautiful. I feel heat rushing to my face and between my legs.Oh god I probably look like a tomato right now. “Aha, please Mr. Hemming’s no need for compliments here” I blush tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear. He watches me shift in my chair and smirks. “Can’t hide the truth sweetheart” He says. Noticing that I have nothing to say, he asks “Well Ms. Y/N, is it alright if I call you that?” He asks kindly. “Yes that’s fine” I respond. “So Y/N, I don’t usually deal with this whole interview stuff. I have my other colleagues do it for me but, today I was in a meeting presenting my views on some stuff and I look out the window to see this woman who looks completely terrified walk into my building. I was told that there would be someone coming in for an interview to be my assistant. Now, let me tell you this Y/N. I’ve never had one. “Why is that, if I may ask?” I say. “I am an independent man Y/N, I work hard and take no crap from anyone” he states firmly. I swallow hard. “But please don’t let that scare you” he says. “I apologize for rambling on but now I’m going to ask you a simple question Y/N. Why do you want to work here? he says finally. 

“Mr. Hemmings, all my life I have dreamed of working here. That may sound really corny and stupid but it’s true. I am a dedicated and very organized person who gets stuff done. I listen and respect those around me because a professional person in this industry does that. I don’t slack Mr. Hemming’s because this job means everything to me and I am professional and in this industry, there aren’t enough of these type of people. You said you never had an assistant before and here’s a chance. Basically what I am saying is that I won’t let you down sir if you give me this job.” I say confidently. After my little rant I guess you can call it that, I see Mr. Hemming’s stand up. “Well Ms. Y/L/N, thank you for being here. I appreciate you coming at such a late time” he says guiding me to the door. Wait what? He has nothing to say about this? It isn’t even late, it’s 5:30 pm! “Wait, Mr. Hemming’s” I say cutting him off. “Yes?” he asks. “Do you have anything to say about why I want this position?” I ask concerned. “Oh yes sweetheart and you got the job for sure” he smirks opening the door. “What’s the rush then?” I ask. “Again, I apologize for acting rude Ms, Y/L/N it’s just I want you to get home so you can get some deserved rest because tomorrow I expect you to be here by 6:30 am sharp and to have my papers and coffee ready for me to go on my desk. Clara will inform you on everything that you need to know” He says. “Oh my god, thank you so much Mr. Hemming’s. I will not let you down” I say smiling. “You’re very welcome, I look forward to seeing you tomorrow” He smirks. Walking out of the building, I hear someone yell my name. “Y/N! Y/N!” she shouted. It was the strawberry blonde haired woman rushing towards me with a few items in her hand. “Hi” I say sweetly. Catching her breath, she says “Hi I’m sorry aha, I’m Clara hopefully Mr. Hemming’s mentioned me” she says. “Yes, he said that you will inform me on everything that he needs” I say. “Yes that’s right um well okay these papers are his schedule for this week and the following week after and this here is your work phone for work use only. We all have one because Mr. Hemming’s just prefers it” she says handing me the items. “Okay great thank you so much Clara” I respond. “And Y/N?” she asks. “Yeah?” I say. “There aren’t a lot of women who work here and finding out that you will be joining us made my day so I was hoping that we can you know stick together woman to woman while we work here in a building full of men in suits haha” she laughed. “Haha of course Clara! Would you like my number?” I ask her. “Oh no, it’s already in the phone for you” she smiled. “Oh okay great well see you tomorrow then!” I say walking off. “Bye Y/N!” she waved. Finally getting back to my apartment, I place all my belongings on my kitchen counter walking over to brew myself some coffee. As my coffee was brewing, I walk to the fridge and take out my leftover Chinese and start devouring it because I am starving. After that, I parade upstairs to my bedroom and put both of my phones on my bedside table and sit on my bed taking off my heels. What a relief. Changing into pj’s and doing all of that bedtime routine stuff, I sit on my bed, coffee in my hands and I review the papers Clara had given me. Mr. Hemming’s schedule was busy I can tell you that but I am not surprised. I read over my expectations and found out a few interesting facts about Mr. Hemming’s himself. He likes have iced caramel coffee with two sugars and one cream on Monday through Wednesday and just straight up hot black coffee with two creams on Thursday and Friday. Strange but I’m not judging because he is my boss now and I must respect his needs. I read that he works out every morning from 4:30 am to 5:30 am everyday Not surprised cause damn he was fine. After reading about how he got started and all that, I looked at my alarm and say it was 10:00 pm and that I should probably get to bed. Don’t judge me 10 is late well at least for me. About to shut my light off, my work phone lights up with a message on it. I suspect it’s from Clara but I was wrong.

I look forward to my iced caramel coffee with two sugars and one cream tomorrow Ms. Y/L/N  :)  -Mr. H

Hey guys that was part 2 of CEO!Luke I hope you guys enjoyed it. I really enjoy writing this and it’s only the beginning so I hope you guys wanna stick with me! ANYWAY…if you would like Part 3 let me know :) BTW OMG I NEED TO STOP RAMBLING THERE IS SMUTT just not yet ;)

Before you even notice, you will have settled. You will enjoy your Monday morning coffee and think it’s just what you needed to start your day. You will visit the library every Tuesday, hoping to find some new escape in a new book, just to get away from your life. You will eat lunch with your best friend every Wednesday, order the usual at your favorite restaurant, you’re satisfied. On Thursday you go for a walk around your neighborhood to clear your mind, and look forward to tomorrow. On Friday evening you think you've made it, so you reward yourself with delivery pizza and an alright movie you've seen more than six times. Saturday, there’s still a day separating you from Monday, so you’re fine. Sunday, you dread, dread, until you go to bed. Then it’s the same old routine, slowly getting through life, thinking you enjoy it, when you could easily learn to enjoy something else. How do you know what you need to get through the day is just coffee? Maybe it’s just telling yourself, hey, I can do it, there’s more to look forward to. Instead of living your life through books why don’t you go on an adventure and take a risk like your favorite fictional character? How do you know that meal is really your favorite thing at a restaurant when you've never let yourself taste something else? Is looking forward to the end of the week your motivation to actually get through life? If it is, why, when you’re just living the same old shit week to week, nothing will change. You won’t change. You think you’re happy, but couldn't you be happier?
—  Isabel Cabrera, don’t settle

Before you even notice, you will have settled. You will enjoy your Monday morning coffee and think it’s just what you needed to start your day. You will visit the library every Tuesday, hoping to find some new escape in a new book, just to get away from your life. You will eat lunch with your best friend every Wednesday, order the usual at your favorite restaurant; you’re satisfied. On Thursday you go for a walk around your neighborhood to clear your mind, and look forward to tomorrow. On Friday evening you think you’ve made it, so you reward yourself with delivery pizza and an alright movie you’ve seen more than six times. Saturday, there’s still a day separating you from Monday, so you’re fine. Sunday, you dread, dread, until you go to bed.

Then it’s the same old routine, slowly getting through life, thinking you enjoy it, when you could easily learn to enjoy something else. How do you know what you need to get through the day is just coffee? Maybe it’s just telling yourself, hey, I can do it, there’s more to look forward to. Instead of living your life through books why don’t you go on an adventure and take a risk like your favorite fictional character? How do you know that meal is really your favorite thing at a restaurant when you’ve never let yourself taste something else? Is looking forward to the end of the week your motivation to actually get through life? If it is, why? When you’re just living the same old shit week to week, nothing will change. You won’t change. You think you’re happy, but couldn’t you be happier?

—  Isabel Cabrera

bedtime story:

“Before you even notice, you will have settled. You will enjoy your Monday morning coffee and think it’s just what you needed to start your day. You will visit the library every Tuesday, hoping to find some new escape in a new book, just to get away from your life. You will eat lunch with your best friend every Wednesday, order the usual at your favorite restaurant, you’re satisfied. On Thursday you go for a walk around your neighborhood to clear your mind, and look forward to tomorrow. On Friday evening you think you’ve made it, so you reward yourself with delivery pizza and an alright movie you’ve seen more than six times. Saturday, there’s still a day separating you from Monday, so you’re fine. Sunday, you dread, dread, until you go to bed. Then it’s the same old routine, slowly getting through life, thinking you enjoy it, when you could easily learn to enjoy something else. How do you know what you need to get through the day is just coffee? Maybe it’s just telling yourself, hey, I can do it, there’s more to look forward to. Instead of living your life through books why don’t you go on an adventure and take a risk like your favorite fictional character? How do you know that meal is really your favorite thing at a restaurant when you’ve never let yourself taste something else? Is looking forward to the end of the week your motivation to actually get through life? If it is, why, when you’re just living the same old shit week to week, nothing will change. You won’t change. You think you’re happy, but couldn’t you be happier?”— Isabel Cabrera,  don’t settle 

image from the sketchbook of Chiara Bautista

With Every Breath: Aloha Spirit

By Jim Covel, Director of Guest Experience

On a recent trip to Hawaii I was reacquainted with the custom of aloha. While aloha can have many meanings, it’s often used as a traditional greeting or expression of friendship. In the traditional practice, two individuals would put their faces together (often touching at the nose or forehead) and exchange breath. The breath (“ha” in aloha) is symbolic of life energy and spirit. So exchanging breaths is saying “we are of the same breath, the same spirit.”

Back in Monterey, walking on the beach and enjoying the salt air, I was thinking about that aloha tradition. It dawned on me that we have that same relationship with the ocean—we are of the same breath.

The Breathing Ocean

The ocean is constantly breathing. It “inhales” huge volumes of carbon dioxide every day. Then it “exhales” over 50 percent of the breathable oxygen in our atmosphere. Much of that chemical magic is the work of the countless tiny plants (phytoplankton). When I walk the beach I delight in breathing in that freshly made oxygen, and in return I’m happy to provide new carbon dioxide for the ocean as I exhale. I’ve come to view my daily walk on the beach as my morning “aloha” with the ocean.

When I’m walking the beach in the early morning it’s easy to pretend there isn’t another human on the planet. However, the reality is there are many of us humans, and we’re happy to breathe the oxygen the ocean provides, and to put carbon dioxide into the air for the ocean to inhale. In fact we’re getting very good at that latter part of the equation, putting so much carbon dioxide into the air (not by breathing, but by burning fuels that produce CO2) that the ocean is showing signs of choking. It’s a bit like that aloha greeting with someone who is smoking, inhaling the smoke in their breath as we exchange breaths—yecckk! That doesn’t sound like a friendly way to treat our ocean!

Making a Difference

So in the spirit of aloha, I’m trying to be a better friend to the ocean, looking for ways to reduce the carbon dioxide I produce. Since we’ve had relatively warm weather, I have the heat turned way down. If the house gets a little chilly, a sweater and warm memories of Hawaii quickly take the chill off. I suspect there are things that each of us could do without making big changes in our daily lives, which would add up to a big difference in the daily life of the ocean.

And while I don’t necessarily think about the ocean with every breath, I do thank the ocean for every breath. And I look forward to tomorrow morning and my daily aloha walk along the ocean. No matter where you live, you’re breathing oxygen from the ocean as well. Perhaps you’ll join me in that wonderful spirit of aloha with the ocean.

Tonight, we mourn and weep for the despicable state of our country.

Tomorrow, we start to walk forward with our heads held high.

And for the next four years, we fight against him with everything we have for everything that is rightfully ours.

For Whom I Weep

TITLE:For Whom I Weep

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter One

AUTHOR: wolfpawn 

ORIGINAL IMAGINE:

Imagine Loki being gifted a skilled shield maiden on a special occasion to ensure his safety in battle (one similar to a Valkyrie in many respects), and with whom he develops a strong bond with as...

RATING: Teen


NOTES/WARNINGS: Hervor is a Shield Maiden from Norse Mythology who effectively was better than any other fighter she crossed paths with. 

Frigga’s three thousandth name day had arrived, though the Allmother herself was not too fond of celebrating the milestone; the realm, and indeed her husband and sons were. Dignitaries, royals and other persons of note came from all the Nine Realms to celebrate her, as she was widely adored. Strong and poised, she was the epitome of a woman in the eyes of so many. The palace was readied for the feast and celebration that would mark the great day. Gold was the queens colour, so the palace that was already so golden was made even more so.

Thor and Loki had their armour modified and polished so to add the markings of their mother’s house, that of the Vanir royal family, added to them. Odin too had his clothing lined with her symbols. The entire family were the picture of regal propitiatory; elegant and pristine.

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Lucky me

I just need some luck, she thought desperately.

Kara ran around the corner, holding her bag with one hand and her glasses with the other. She dodged a man talking on his cellphone by mere inches, but still got the customary Watch out! coupled with an insult she chose to ignore.

The blonde sprinted forward after slowing down to shout an apology and kept her race against time.

“Yes!”, she hissed when she spotted the sign of the art supply store. It was still open and maybe, just maybe, she would manage to get through her finals. In her hurry, the blonde forgot to look before crossing the street; all she heard was the screech of tires; without thought, Kara extended one hand forward to hold the impact, forgetting for a moment that a simple human could never stop a car with their bare hands. Luckily, the black SUV came to a halt without her help, crashing lightly against her palm.

“Are you ok?”, the driver said, kicking the door open and rushing to her side.

“Yeah” Kara looked around, hoping no one would notice the slight bump on the front of the car. She couldn’t deal with exams and getting outed in the same day. “Sorry for that!” She crossed the street towards the art store without looking back. The faster she could disappear among the crowd, the better.

“Grumbacher!”, Kara said as soon as she managed to get to the counter.

“Third aisle, right at the end” the clerk answered without batting an eye at the girl’s obvious desperation. He was used to artists showing up at the most random of times, shouting brands or colors, afraid that the outburst of creativity would disappear if they didn’t get what they needed immediately.

Kara ran towards the aisle, searching frantically between the labels. She finally read the name of the brand she was looking for and took out all the boxes, scrambling to find the rare shade of crimson she needed to finish her project.

“Come on, come on, come on”, she muttered under her breath. In a fit of frustration, she dropped all the tubes to the floor and began to search around, one by one. Defeat was taking over her as she realised the painting wasn’t anywhere in sight… until she saw one of the tubes -the one she desperately needed- had rolled away and far from her reach. Not caring what other customers would think, Kara crawled to the tube and just as she was about to grab it, a small, delicate hand took it away from her.

“Hey!” she said, standing up to face the thief.

“Yes?”, the petite woman answered, opening the tube to check the quality and color.

“Well…” Kara stammered, thrown off by the nonchalance of the woman who had just stolen her paint. “That’s mine!”

“Have you given any money for it and gotten a receipt to prove the purchase?” the woman answered, still unaffected by Kara’s anger.

“No. Not yet, I mean.”, the girl said, fidgeting with her glasses. She was tempted to snatch the tube from the woman and run away.

“Then it’s not yours. Yet” the woman finally looked up and a flash of recognition passed by her beautiful features. “Hey, I know you. You’re the crazy girl who almost got run over”

“I was in a hurry”

“Well, now my car has a bump in the front and I’m pretty sure it was where your hand landed. How do you explain that?”

Kara widened her eyes.  

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”

“Tell me and I’ll give you the tube”

The girl’s eyes went from the paint to the woman. She felt oddly drawn to her, but could also hear the Danvers and their warnings in the back of her mind. Spilling a secret was never worth it, especially if the only reason was the magnetic pull she felt for the beautiful girl in front of her.

“Keep it”, Kara said defeated and turned to walk out of the store. Once on the street, she tried to get lost in the crowd, to lose sight of the girl. A few moments later, she felt the pull of an arm and she was once again faced with the blonde.

“Have dinner with me. Tomorrow”, she said out of breath. It was clear she had run a big distance just to find Kara.

“I already told you, I won’t…” Kara said, confused.

“That’s not why I’m asking for”

“Then why?”

“You’re cute. That’s about it”

“Fine. Dinner”

“I’ll pick you up here at seven. Try not to destroy my car again…?”

“Kara”

“Cat”, she said and started to walk back. “See you tomorrow… Oh, wait”, she leaned forward, grabbed Kara’s hand and placed the tube on her palm, wrapping her fingers around it. “Here”

“Don’t you need it?”

“I already got what I wanted” Cat winked at her and walked away.

Kara held the tube of paint and smiled like a teenager.

She got luckier than expected.

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@coolserietvloveuniverse

Because I’m lucky to have you :)

All done with work stuff and back relaxing in my hotel room. Going to be meeting up with @electradaddy in not too long so that we can party all over the town or something like that. San Francisco has been pretty fun so far, work stuff has been mostly productive, the weather has been gorgeous, and I have been able to get in a lot of walking, but looking forward to being back home tomorrow too!