the important thing to remember here is that i tried

Who owns me?

Bucky x reader

Notes: mentions of past trauma, violence, past torture/brainwashing, fluff, smut, discovery of past self.  

Summary: when Bucky’s in hiding in Romania, he finds a girl he’s sure needs his protection. He doesn’t remember who gave him the mission; but he’s so sure some one gave it to him. After setting it all up, he notices that there’s more to this girl than meets the eye. She might need him watching over her more than he initially thought. 

(This takes place after TWS and before CW)

A/N: Hi guys! It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything; I just had to get something out there. Part two will be here soon, there might be more parts after that, because I have an open ending atm. (I do love me some open endings now and then)

Originally posted by caps-bucky

He doesn’t know who she is. He doesn’t know why she’s important, but she is. He knows the only thing that matters is that she’s safe. It’s his mission to protect her from all harm, to make sure she lives her life however she wants, without any disturbance. Often he tries to remember who it was that gave him this mission; maybe it was Pierce, maybe Rumlow, which would indirectly mean it’d have been Pierce. Or maybe it was the Captain. The last time he saw the Captain was about a year ago, before he ran to try and get all of these things floating around in his mind in order. He’d listen to the Captain. He used to, he thinks. Before his commander was Pierce; even before it was Karpov. He sometimes imagines that the Captain was good to him, and the others.. Were there others? He thinks so.

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I love how as children, Azula and Zuko were always together. Even though Azula teased and taunted him, it didn’t affect their bond. Yes, their relationship is messed up and confusing later on as adults but in Zuko’s flashbacks, we are shown something different. They played together when they weren’t fighting for their father’s love. 

-In one scene when Ursa receives a letter from the battlefront, Azula and Zuko run past, laughing and smiling, enjoying each other’s company.

-They fed the Turtleducks together at the pond, Azula showing him a less than friendly way of feeding them but he mimicked her regardless.

-Azula dragged him into her games with Mai and Ty lee quite a bit. 

-Azula watched him play with his knife and I am assuming he watched her train.

-Azula tried and succeeded at times to drag him with her to spy on certain people or in other cases, she wanted him to explore the hidden tunnels with her in the palace.

-They played together at Ember Island and reenacted the play “Love Amongst Dragons”, Azula always playing as the Dragon Emperor and Zuko as the Evil Water Spirit. 

The important thing to remember here is that they were closer than they are now. Once Ursa disappeared, Ozai was their only influence and it drove them to have this love/hate relationship we see in the show. As we know though, from “Earth Kingdom Chronicles: The Tale of Azula” –and comics–she doesn’t hate him as much as the fandom thought she did and it’s proven in there from her own words/actions, that she loves him rather than hates. Zuko is also shown in the comics and show that he loves her. Since Ozai is gone now from both their lives, they can start to mend what was once broken.

Their relationship is very complex and complicated and I think this quote from Zuko seems fitting for their relationship:

“Keep in mind, these are dual swords. Two halves of a single weapon. Don’t think of them as separate because they’re not. They’re just two different parts of the same whole.”

Fisherman’s Knot Chapter 17


[Title Songs]

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5][Chapter 6] [Chapter 7] [Chapter 8] [Chapter 9] [Chapter 10] [Chapter 11] [Chapter 12] [Chapter 13][Chapter 14] [Chapter 15] [Chapter 16]

Warnings for abuse and also a lot of internalized victim-blaming.

Thanks as always to @thesnadger for beta-ing, thanks to @marypsue for helping me work out some plot snarls, and thanks to all of you for your readership, comments, and patience.

The Devil And The Deep Blue Sea

Ford’s breath caught in his throat. His mind reeled, searching for an excuse, a bluff, anything to get them back on track. Stan could have managed it. Perhaps under different circumstances Ford could have too. If that smile wasn’t so familiar. If the grip on his wrists wasn’t so tight. But try as he might, his mind remained blank.

“I … don’t know what you mean,” he said.  His tone hovered somewhere between confusion and bravado. It wouldn’t fool anyone.

He should have brought a weapon. Something to remember for next time, if there was one. Note to self: don’t listen to children who complain about how a high-caliber plasma blaster would ruin the outline of his suit.

“Tell me, Stanford,” said Doctor Smith. “Do I look like an idiot?”

“No?” Ford replied. You look like a triangle, he thought, and almost giggled at how absurd that would sound if he said it.

“Really?” Doctor Smith straightened up and stood back, crossing his arms. “Then how did you expect me to fall for your transparent little scheme? Did you think I wouldn’t suspect?”

“I … suspect what?” said Ford. He could feel his heart picking up, a drumbeat of terror slicing straight through him. Did he know? Did he suspect? If he knew where Nuala’s skin was truly hidden … if Stan was in danger—

“I knew what you were here for from the beginning. You wanted to steal Sarah away from me!”

“That’s preposterous!” Ford blustered, hoping that he could pass the quaver in his voice off as anger. “Now unhand me or I—”

Doctor Smith laughed, and it was cultured and germane and terrible as his situation was Ford felt himself breathing easier. It wasn’t a cackle. It wasn’t like—he almost thought “his Bill” and felt the bile rise at the back of his throat. It wasn’t like Bill Cipher. This was just a man. No more powerful than him.

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I wanted to take a closer look at what the writers have been doing with Carol’s arc lately, as some things are pretty damn clear to me. 

1. Tobin

We all remember that infamous ‘Tobol” incident. But it is very important here. It shows that Carol tried to open up and be with someone, but it failed
No offense but the so called ‘chemistry’ she had with Tobin was a mere 1% of the chemistry she shares with Daryl. 

The way it ended between them sent a message; Carol does not want to feel anything for him- or for ‘anyone’, for that matter. And she ends up running away.

2. Morgan

Yes, Carol and Morgan have bad history together. But still- he went after her. He showed her he cared- and he genuinely did. Now, I am not saying that it was a romantic attempt from him because it definitely wasn’t. But it’s still important. 

He ran after her, and kept looking for her, never giving up although she made it very clear (multiple times) that she did not want him to help her, and that she wanted to be left alone

Even now that she is at the Kingdom, alone in a house which is far away from everything else, she does not want to see Morgan- or anyone else. 

3. Ezekiel

Ezekiel gave Carol hospitality, food, etc. She trusts him. But she does not want him anywhere near her house. She is exhausted and deeply annoyed every time someone comes close to her. She does not want all the food he is giving her, she does not want him to visit, she simply just wants to be left alone. 
She made it pretty clear that she didn’t want anybody’s company/presence there (even members of Team Family)……

My point is that TPTB have put a lot of effort into Carol’s arc regarding her current state of mind. They have insisted, and they have even made Carol state this herself, out loud, several times. They have showed us multiple examples, and they all lead to the same conclusion; Carol wants to be left alone. 


4. The exception to the rule: Daryl

After everything that has been leading to it, and all the new spoilers that come in everyday and confirm it even more, we know for a fact that Daryl will be the disruptive element of this arc.

He will come into play, and the repetitive chain of events that previously occurred with Tobin, Morgan and Ezekiel will not happen. 

When Carol sees Daryl, her facial expression will not read “go away”. Her emotions will show. She will be happy - genuinely happy - to see Daryl. So happy that she will even engage a hug with him. She will invite him into her house, cook him dinner, and emotionally open up to him. Her telling him that she can’t lose him = showing him she cares = admitting she has those feeling towards him.

It is exactly the opposite of what she has been doing with everyone else. Why is that? Oh well…. If you can’t see it, nothing could make it more obvious.  
Andi Mack Handles Realistic Friendship Bumps


So there was an episode where the kids Andi, Buffy and Cyrus protest the school’s dress code… yeah… if you knew that already you probably thought the same thing I did; “This is obviously just a filler episode to not make the real plot of Andi’s dad feel more rushed than it already is…” and we’ve all seen it before… (That’s So Raven)  That and the “Next On”s seem to give too much away on the next episode to the point of spoiling. However this episode had a hidden gem in it.

This protest is really important to Andi and asks her friend Jonah to join. He declines, and she accepts it gracefully though he asks the same thing of her in regards to switching out of her protest clothes (intentionally outdated prison garb) for their frisbee club group picture.  She then holds her ground when she says NO. 

The show takes it one step further by her calling Jonah out on him not remembering– or caring– about exactly why she’s wearing what she is. In the ending scene he tries to apologize, and it is the exactly perfect opportunity for Andi to constructively and gracefully tell Jonah her feelings on his behavior lately. (Admittedly this is a very idealistic situation and most just-turned-teenager-children would not be able to do what Andi did here maturely, but this is a very important thing to teach young viewers.) Also important to note she already told Jonah off once before when she was really upset, so I can’t blame her for walking away this time. 

Any other show would have had Andi be unnecessarily mean telling her “stupid immature guy friend”, a character trope trending with Disney and Nickelodeon, things he’s oblivious to. In fact it went something like; 

Jonah: “I’m sorry.”

Andi: “Don’t be, you did nothing wrong, I just needed to stand up for myself…” (Maybe just a little too much Disney-fied sweetness…) And I repeat she did express ALL the times he asked too much of her before this was said and basically told him they weren’t friends after.

The reason why this is important to me is because I’ve had experiences where I lost friends in a situation like this. I was most like Jonah in the sense that I expected a little too much of this friend and I was more into what I was doing rather than thinking about them. One day I contacted this person in text message and they lashed out at me. I didn’t understand what the outburst was for since all I said was “hi”,  and they said “that’s exactly what I mean” among other things. So I asked to talk about the situation and they wanted to meet up. When we did they told me everything that was going on and they were less harsh about it in person than over the phone. I felt really bad and guilty because they told me that they were feeling sad around me. I acknowledged everything they told me about myself without defense, as that’s what I was taught to do, and then they left. The friendship was over.

Thing is, this person was trying to “ween me off”, so to speak. And while I like the intention of using social cuing to get a person to “take a hint” in order to avoid awkward situations for anyone involved, but not only do I still find this kind of immature, it’s NOT A TACTIC THAT’S ALWAYS GOING TO WORK. Especially for neuro-atypicals like myself who can’t read body-language and facial expressions that well. In fact if I am truly honest, I hate it when people expect me to read their minds and then get mad when I don’t and that’s what I felt this person did. Because if I am not aware of what I did wrong, how can I fix it for the future?

At the end of the day, I know I am much of the blame of that situation but I did feel jilted that I was not even given a chance to do the right thing. Me and this other person are ADULTS. Not that I think many middle schoolers would have solved an uncomfortable social problem like Andi did, but I am very thankful of it’s hidden message that communication is important, but at the end of the day, if it’s too much for you, you should walk away.

Hi :-) 

I’m going to post a little about disordered thinking today and hopefully provide some methods for you to recognise the different types of anxious thinking you may have, and also a little exercise at the end which can hopefully help you combat the anxious thoughts and change them! 

Remember, it may not happen straight away but I fully believe that by knowing the thought patterns you can gradually learn to change them if you wish too :) I realise it’s will be hard; being stuck in a negative thought cycle can sometimes become a crutch that for some, changing them represents a change in their whole sense of self. This can be hard to overcome. Go at your own pace friends, and if it feels uncomfortable - stop. Get yourself something nice and try and again another time. Always remember to reward yourself for any positive changes!! 

Here goes!

Some of the most common examples of distorted, biased or unhelpful thinking are as follows: 

“All or nothing” type of thinking

When we see things as either black or white. If something is not perfect then it must be disastrous. One mistake means complete failure. 

This is completely unrealistic. Life is not that clear cut. There are many shades of grey.

Over Generalisation

Where after one unfortunate event we assume it will happen again, every time. For example, once turned down at an interview we may feel convinced that we have no chance of ever finding a job. 

This will certainly make us feel bad, but there is no justification for seeing one instance as proving a rule.

Mental Filter

This is where people tend to pick out a negative or worrying detail and dwell on it exclusively, thus seeing the whole situation as bad. 

This will certainly make us feel upset, but we will without a doubt be missing out on some positive aspects. 

Discounting The Positive

Anxious people have a strong tendency to say that positive experiences don’t count for some reason. We may say a successful event was a “fluke”!

This makes things seem worse than they are and means that we don’t let ourselves take pleasure from positive events or our successes. 

Jumping to Conclusions

This involves assuming the worst when there is really no real reason to: For instance, expecting failure before having tried. 

Clearly this kind of anxious thinking will only increase anxious feelings. 


When we exaggerate the importance of our own imperfections or errors or fears e.g. “I made a mistake - that’s terrible - I can never show my face here again.” When we turn commonplace misfortunes into disasters, in our minds. 

Remember, we do not think about other people’s mistakes in the same way. 

Emotional Reasoning

Where we believe that, because we feel so afraid, there really must be some danger, or because things feel so dreadful, we believe they really are in a mess. 

It is most often the case that anxious feelings are not realistic.

“Should” Statements 

For instance, thinking we “should” be able to stay calm all of the time or we “must” never get angry. 

Such rigid statements are over-demanding and unreasonable. They cause unnecessary pressure and, very often, guilt. 

Labelling and Mislabelling

This happens when we label ourselves as a “useless person” on the basis of a mistake we have made. When our total idea of ourselves is determined by something we have done or a mistake we have made. 

That makes about as much sense as defining ourselves as “joiners” because we have put a shelf up!! 


Where we tend to assume that where something goes badly, it is entirely our fault. For instance, if our child has a poor report card then we blame ourselves. 

Personalisation usually causes guilt. It leads people to assume complete responsibility for happenings that are almost certainly due to many factors. 


Make a column with three rows. Name these 3 rows as follows:

Anxious thoughts          Thinking Errors           Reasonable thoughts

  1. The next time you feel unmistakably anxious or upset, note what you are thinking. alternatively, imagine you are in a difficult situation or about to do something you dread, bring to mind those thoughts you usually have at these times, i.e the first thoughts you would have. Write your thoughts in the first column under the heading “Automatic Anxious Thoughts”. These are the thoughts or ideas which cause your emotional upset. 
  2. Next, look at these “automatic thoughts” you have writen down and decide what kind of errors you have made. Refer to the previous list of thinking errors. Write in the type of errors in the second column
  3. Now, for the third column. The task is to substitute more reasonable, objective thoughts. It may help to imagine what someone else might say or think, reassuring and sensible. Imagine if you were giving this advice to a friend or somebody else you are close too. The point of the exercise is to train yourself to be objective and reasonable. So you need to believe what you put in column three is accurate. If you are unsure of this, then maybe you could ask a close friend or family their opinion. 

So there we go. I hope this will help you recognise negative thought pattens and help you begin to change them into more ordered and positive thinking. Please feel free to message me if you have any questions. 

sarini  asked:

can you do an imagine where Seven comforts sad/crying s/o if possible? Having a rough night tonight.. ;w;

Note: Sorry for late answer! I wasnt at home for days and at first, I had internet but then when we went to a different place didnt have chance to write.

“MEOOOWWW????? Wont you stop crying? God… I do not know how to stop these tears. I’ve been doing weird things for hours but you’re still crying…”
“Seven, she was my best friend! She was like my sister, like my twin! And now she’s going away… Oh, she’s already gone! She told me she’d go when she was about to leave! How could she do this to me?”
Your best friend for years moved to another country for her education. But she said she was going while she was getting in car and leaving. You were so shocked that you’ve been crying for hours. You think she had to tell you because you deserve it.
Seven’s been cooking for you, trying to make funny things for you but he always fails.
“I can’t understand why she did this to me…” you say with a calm voice.
Seven hugs you. “Maybe she didnt want to say goodbye. If I were her, I wouldnt want to say goodbye to the most beautiful creature of god in world too.”
“Saeyong… It’s not it. You know.”
“Wov. You said Saeyong. I can understand how serious the situation is now.”
You look at his face. His eyes are all red and full of tears. You realize that you ve not looked at his face for hours.
“Hey why are you crying?” you say, hugging him.
He tries to smile. “I hate it when you cry. I hate everyone who makes you cry. It sucks that I cant make you smile when you always cheer me up on sad days. I have to be a better boyfriend.”
You kiss him. “You already are.”
He becomes serious. “There’s gonna be sad times and good times. Sometimes life’s gonna give you cabbage, sometimes Honey Buddha Chips. But never forget that whenever life turns into cabbage, I’m here. Whenever life turns into Honey Buddha Chips, I’m here again. The ones who leave are gone and if they do not come back, it s not important. sometimes you just have to let go. If she tries to talk to you, then it means she wants to talk to you. Sometimes you just have to think easy. I always say "you you you” but remember that we’ll always do things together.“
You are so shocked that you cant talk for a minute. Then you talk. "Seven how did you say those words…? I mean wov, thank you so much.”
He kisses you and when he is about to say something, you hear beep from oven.
“Honey Buddha Chicks!”
“I’m making Honey Buddha Chips with chickens. Justt for you!”
“What? How did you make it?”
“I put chips and chickens…”
“What?! Run!”
When you take the meal, you see burned chips and chicken in oil pool. But you eat it anyway. Because he cooked for you and he made your day. You see that you have the best boyfriend in the world again.

Note2: Hope you like it!~

anonymous asked:

...If you still want to write stuff: 18. for KaiShin, pretty please?

This is obviously crazy late, but to make up for it, it’s also incredibly long.  I hope you enjoy it.  8)  Thank you again for sending the prompt request.  I had fun writing this!

“Well, how are you feeling?” Haibara asked, voice flat, but eyes betraying her concern.  Shinichi took stock:  body at its correct proportions, no fever, no pain…

“I feel… okay,” Shinichi said, smile slowly stretching across his face.  “Haibara, I think we did it.”  He laughed helplessly, pressing his hands to his face.  He felt like he could cry with the sheer relief.

“I’d like to run some checks, just in case,” Haibara said, sighing quietly.  “You remember the questions we prepared yesterday?”

“The ones to check my memory?”

“Yes.  I’ll start from the beginning.  Please state your name and occupation.”

“My name is Kudou Shinichi, and I’m a student detective.  I most often work for the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Force.”

“I’d like you to name your closest friends for me.”

“Mouri Ran and Suzuki Sonoko are my childhood friends; Ran, my childhood crush.  Hattori Heiji is a hot-blooded detective from Osaka and one of my best friends and something of a rival.  The Detective Boys are Ayumi, Mitsuhiko, Genta, and Haibara.  They’re supervised—kind of—by Professor Agasa.  I work the most often with Inspector Megure and Detectives Satou and Takagi, along with Mouri Kogoro, Ran’s father.”

“Impressive.  As expected of Kudou,” Haibara said smiling.  Turning back to her notes, she continued, asking him to detail their operation from start to finish, explain the deductions he’d made at the end…

It was weird, though, for all he could answer every question, he felt like he was forgetting something.  But if it wasn’t in Haibara’s note cards, it must not have been all that important.

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Axis25′s Theory Corner

Hello my friends and followers! Welcome to another exciting instalment of Axis25’s theory corner! And the name and intro have started to grow on me, but so has getting boiled alive so I’ll keep working on it. Now, on to business. First and foremost, if you haven’t been keeping up to date with the latest episode of Star vs the Forces of Evil then what are you doing here? I’m about to spoil a somewhat major plot point that has already been spoiled to death by tumbler by now but you have been given a fair warning. Now, what are we here to talk about? Simple, we are here to talk about Star’s apparent not so platonic feelings for her best friend, or to put it simply, we will use logic and process of elimination to find out about her crush on Marco.

‘But wait’ I hear you say, ‘Does Star even know she has a crush on Marco?’

And to that I reply, well put, she did say herself that sometimes your head and your heart disagree so we will search for two things; the first being the most likely moment when she developed said crush, and the second when her feelings started to conflict with one another. And some of you might think that’s a big assumption, but remember what happened,

Star looked at Marco when she said that so she knows that he is the source of her conflicting feelings, even though she doesn’t want to admit that she has feelings for him. This is why we will find out the time when she first developed feelings for him, and when those feelings started to become more of a problem for her.

Now for the first part, I could just post my conclusion for when she developed feelings for him and no one would argue for a moment (yes, it’s that, I know, it’s not groundbreaking) but where’s the fun in that? Let’s narrow it down some.

Now we know for a fact that Star developed feelings for Marco sometime before … or during the events of sleepover. That’s right, it could have happened during the events of sleepover. But I hear you asking, ‘you were referring to something else just a paragraph ago, why are you wasting time with this when we all know that you’re going to say it didn’t happen in this episode?’ And I’m going to tell you that I am doing this because it’s interesting and although implausible, it’s not impossible.

Now when did this happen you ask? Well, if it did happen during this episode, then it would have happened during this exact photo,

He only hesitated for a moment, but during this moment, a lot of people had their eyes wide as ever. I thought the one thing Marco couldn’t do was confess his feelings but here he is, proving everyone wrong once again. I remember people were comparing Star and Marco to Kim and Ron from Kimposible and on that topic, I remember one episode of importance (which I can’t remember or get pictures from, sorry) Where Kim and Ron visit Kim’s cousin who is Kim’s biggest fan but at the end of the episode, she says that Kim can do anything and isn’t afraid of anything, but Ron is the one who can’t do anything and is afraid of everything yet faces his fears and tries to rise to the occasion … or something like that. Point is, Star is Kim and Marco is Ron, Star can do nearly anything and has little to no fear (save for losing a certain nacho making karate kid) while Marco … is somewhat better than Ron but compared to Star, he is rather self-conscious. But he has done so much, and gotten so far without Star’s training or magical powers, and this step Marco takes, might just be what makes Star realize how amazing and courageous Marco really is. It is really fun to think about and I would go into it more but I have other evidence that points to another piece of evidence that rules this out, and here it is.

This chapter, this episode, Star’s reaction, this is the marker that we need. While Marco is in Star’s secret closet, she tries to get him out but is less than worried right up until he finds her little book, then it’s time to panic. As she tries to convince him to stop reading it, she quickly finds that it isn’t working and as soon as he reaches this point, panic goes out the window and she gets drastic.  There was something in this section that she didn’t want him to see, her complicated feelings maybe? If this is true then it means that both spots we’re looking for happened before this episode.

‘But Axis?’ I hear you ask, ‘Couldn’t it have happened during this episode?’

And to that I reply, did Star somehow get her journal out of her closet while Marco was in there? No, it had to be in there from the beginning, hence, both instances we’re looking for happened sometime during, or right after season one.

Now there is another instance which will allow us to narrow this down further but to do that, we will need to look at the most hated episode of ever.

‘The banagic incident?’

No it wasn’t the banagic incident! It was the other exchange student! Now I’m not going to put up any pictures but we can see that Star gets jealous in that episode, and petty, but before you leave and give me an angry note saying that jealousy doesn’t make Star realize her feelings for Marco, I’m going to tell you that jealousy doesn’t make Star realize her feelings for Marco. It actually does absolutely nothing for those feelings at all but it does help with something else,

Look at her face, although not necessarily jealous, this is the only major Jarco moment in season two where Star is present. We also know that Star has developed, and realized, her complicated feelings at this point so for the moment, let’s use it as a marker, Star showing the faintest hint of jealousy only after she realizes her complicated feelings but due to her great friendship with Marco, they don’t do anything before she realizes her feelings. This does work to further narrow down both instances, and although not necessary, it does help. But where am I going with this? Well … I’m going on a field trip, and interdimensional field trip.

Look how happy she is for her best friend who, as we just saw,

Managed to get a chance to have his crush sit right next to him. She doesn’t even show the faintest hint that she’s jealous which is great for her, it shows that jealousy doesn’t do anything for Star’s emotions other than show us when their present. Also like I said, if you don’t think Star is jealous then it’s not a necessary point, the theory still stands without it. But let’s continue, what sparked Star’s feelings? What caused her to have feelings for this dork in a red hoodie? When did it happen? When was there so much romantic tension between them that- okay, it was the blood moon ball. There … I said it … but can you blame me? Look at them!

Look at her!

Look at her eyes!

She clearly has it bad for him! But she doesn’t know that it’s Marco, not yet, but as soon as she does,

The shock snaps her out of it and those feelings, they take a back seat, a very back seat, she gets mad at him but seeing as their friends, she forgives him but even though they are buried, the seed is planted … *ahem* I’m going to stop that metaphor right there before things get dirty. But her feelings don’t go away, sure their buried but they’re still there.

Take a moment and look at how shocked Star is, appreciate the little things in life because she looks horrified.

But now let’s get back on track and talk about when these feelings came back, it would take something strong, something powerful, something heart stopping to just rip these feelings to the surface and throw them in Stars face, something like,

This episode? It ripped our feelings out and we were only just watching it. Imagine what it did to Star, She had an argument with her best friend, he got kidnaped because of her, she goes in blindly to save him, walks right into what something that EVERYONE KNOWS IS GOING TO BE A TRAP!, Ends up on the losing side of the battle, and Marco nearly gets killed right in front of her if she didn’t give up her wand. And here’s the kicker, she never would have had the chance to say sorry to him, imagine what that did to her. This is when those feelings came back (or shortly after) and Star wrote about them in her journal in order to help her cope with them.

Now I know this is nothing new, a lot of people thought it was one or the other but I’m saying that it’s both, interesting sure, but it doesn’t present anything that new aside from my short thought about her realizing during sleepover earlier but that is unlikely.

As always, if you have thoughts or ideas to share about this theory, then please, PLEASE, don’t be afraid to send me an ask.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to find out where summer went in this show … how could Halloween happen after their six month friendaversery if summer hasn’t already come?


Request: Maybe an imagine where you had been on Neverland for quite a while and you and Peter Pan had become kind of a couple, but then you lost your memory somehow and Peter is devastated because you don’t even remember him and he tries to help you regain your memories of Neverland and of him and the lost boys?

Part 2

You woke up with a start. A steady ache in your head made you frown and reached for the area, only for another wave of pain to shoot through your head as you touched it.

The place was nice. It was made of wood and had a comfortable bed. The fact that you have never seen it before irked you the most.

“Hey, you’re up.” A boy with short brown hair and green eyes appeared in the door. He wore clothes that looked like they were made of leaves. He continued to talk with his British accent, “You gave us a heart attack, Y/N. I’ve told you before that swimming near the mermaids is dangerous. You’re lucky that you just got a small bump.” The boy sat down on the bed next to you and waited for you to say something. “Alright, don’t thank me or anything.”

You still didn’t say anything. Your head was trying to process what it just heard. “Mermaids?”

“Yeah, I told you that they’re vicious.” The boy rose an eyebrow. “Are you ok? You seem quiet.” Before you could answer, he said, “Of course. Traumatic experience and all that. I’m just glad you’re ok.” A smug smile crept onto his face. “Although a kiss would be greatly appreciated.”

Your mouth fell open. “I don’t even know you!”

“Wait, what?” The boy asked, “Y/N, it’s me. Peter?” You gave him a blank look. “Pan? Lost Boys? Neverland? Any of these ringing a bell?” You shook your head. None of the words meant anything to you. “Oh, I get it,” ‘Peter’ smirked, “You’re getting me back for scaring you earlier. I expected better than this.”

“I’m sorry, but I really don’t know who you are.”

He started to get angry. “Ok, Y/N, drop it. I know what you’re doing. Just quit the act.”

“It’s not an act!” You exclaimed, “I just woke up in a cabin with a random boy talking about mermaids.”

“Were you cursed?” Peter asked intensively.

“How would I remember?”

He cut you off by leaning in and kissing you. You quickly pushed him away. “What are you doing?” You demanded.

“Checking if you were cursed,” Peter answered, “You weren’t.” His tone turned considerably sadder, but you weren’t having any of it.

“Why did you have to kiss me to find out?” Before he answered, another boy came in. He had longish blond hair and a deep scar on his cheek. “You alright, Y/N?”

“She’s fine, Felix,” Peter stated, “Just a small problem.”


“Y/N doesn’t remember us,” he dismissed, “But that’s not important. What’s the last thing that you remember, Y/N?”

You tried to remember, but only vague things came to mind. “I don’t know. I don’t even remember my parents!”

“I can see why.” You looked at him weirdly. Felix continued, “You don’t really have parents here.”

“What?” You exclaimed, “Where am I?”


“That means nothing to me!”

Peter tried to calm me down. “Ok, ok, it’s ok. Neverland is an island. We’re the Lost Boys. I’m Peter Pan. I take boys who feel like they don’t belong here.“

“Did I not belong?” You asked.

“No, no,” he corrected, “You belong with us. With me.” After saying that, Peter stormed out of the room with Felix, leaving you by yourself and more confused than ever.

Baby Steps

Pairing: Solas x Lavellan (previous)
Rating: R (for Sera’s language)

Two years.

Two sodding years.

Alya sighed, staring blankly at the unfinished mural. She rarely set foot in this room anymore. It just felt so empty, so wrong now that it seemed well worth the small hassle of taking the alternate route up to the library just to avoid it. But tonight…

She picked up one of the paint jars on the desk and turned it over in her hands. They were useless now, crusted shut, the pigment inside long since dried up, and yet she couldn’t bring herself to let the cleaning staff dispose of them. She’d screamed at them the last time they’d tried. They’d looked at her like she was mad.

Maybe she was.

Tears blurred her vision as she regarded the jar in her hands, remembering vividly the lovely spring day they’d bought it in Val Royeaux. It had been the first time he’d held her hand in public—a small thing, maybe, but as private as he’d been about their relationship, it had seemed so very important; a milestone.

She felt a bit foolish thinking about it now.

“Thought I might find you here.”

“Sera,” Alya said, wiping her eyes fiercely. Sera, for her part, gave no indication of having caught her at it as she strolled into the room and took a seat next to Alya on the table.

“So,” she said casually, plucking the jar from Alya’s hands and studying the paint crusted to the lid as if it were the most interesting thing she’d seen all day, “judging by the gloomy look on Loranil’s face and the fact that you’re holed up in here, I figure it’s safe to assume that Date Number Five did not end in joyful bits-mashing?”

Alya gave a weak laugh. “No. No, it did not. I mean, he’s lovely,” she added quickly, “he really is, and I’m sure he’ll make someone very happy. But… I don’t know, whenever I’m with him, I just—”

“Wish he was old, bald, and never shut up about the Fade?”

Alya groaned, burying her face in her hands. “Creators, what’s wrong with me? It’s been two years, I know I’m supposed to be over him by now.”

“You’re supposed to be? Who the fuck’s been telling you that?”

Alya blinked, taken aback by the vitriol in Sera’s voice. “Well… I mean, no one’s said it outright, not to my face. It’s always a bit more subtle than that. But the way people talk to me sometimes, the way they look at me, I can tell it’s what they’re thinking.”

“Yeah, well those people can all go and get shat out of a dragon.”

“I’m sorry?”

Sera was on her feet now, pacing angrily in front of the table. “Cassandra still goes all moony-eyed about that man of hers who died and the Conclave. Varric’s been pining over the same woman for, like, sixty years—”

“Sera, he’s forty-three.”

“—And you wanna know how long it took me to get over my first lover? Trick question, yeah? ‘Cause I still don’t know whether I want to marry her or punch her in her stupid face! Would you tell us that we should just get over it on the off chance that it’ll make other people feel better?”

“Well, no—”

“No, of course you wouldn’t, because you’re not an arsehole,” Sera said, brandishing the paint jar like a weapon against an invisible foe as she spoke. “And all of us have it easier than you do! Cassandra’s man? Boom! Dead: can’t be together. Varric’s woman? Boom! Married: can’t be together. My girl? Right fucking twat: can’t be together. You didn’t get any of that. Your lover told you he loved you but couldn’t be with you, promised to tell you why, and then fucked off into the night without so much as a 'nice knowing you'—you know, in the naked sense.”

“I assumed.”

Sera seemed to deflate a bit. She sank back down beside Alya and looped an arm around her waist. “My point is, don’t pay any mind to them who want to give you shit for feeling the way you feel. It’s your fucking life and your fucking heart, and you don’t owe it to anyone to move on when they think you should.”

Alya sighed heavily, laying her head on Sera’s shoulder as hot tears sprang to her eyes. “I loved him. So. Much.”

Sera squeezed her tight. “I know you did. You might always do. We’ve all got lovers who took a big chunk of our heart with them when they left. Anyone says they don’t is either lying or stupid lucky.”

Alya buried her face in Sera’s neck. “Sometimes I’m afraid he took it all,” she said through sobs. “Sometimes I’m afraid I’ll never be able to love again.”

“Yeah, well. You don’t owe that to anyone, either,” Sera said softly, kissing the top of Alya’s head.

They sat that way for some time. Sera rocked Alya back and forth as her sobs turned to sniffles, then faded finally into hiccups. Then,

“Andraste’s tits, I’m hungry.” Sera hopped up from the table. “Come on, let’s go eat some of those elfy meat purses.”

Alya cocked her head, confused. Elfy meat purses? Dumplings! Sera wanted dumplings. She sighed. “Sera, they’re such a hassle, and I’m really not in any mood to cook.”

“Who said you had to? I’ll make 'em.”

You will?”

“Yeah, your mum taught me last time she was here.”

Alya raised her eyebrows. “You let my Dalish mother teach you aDalish recipe? Sera. That’s about the elfiest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“You shut your whore mouth,” Sera said mock-threateningly, grabbing Alya’s hand and leading her toward the kitchen. “Plus, we can nick a little something from the wine cellar on the way. You know, in case my meat purses end up tasting like shite.”

Alya smiled. “Now that is exactly what I’m in the mood for.”

Please remember me

Hey you guys I’m back. My family is gone and I have officially graduated from high school. I finally had time to write this and I really hope you guys like it. Please let me know what you think, it could determine how long this sequel is. Love you guy and thank you so much for everything. 

Fandom: Criminal Minds 

Spencer x Reader 

Song: How by Maroon 5

Warnings: Memory loss, head trauma, pain.

(If you haven’t read the first story I suggest you read it. You can find it in the description below)

Description: After the events of You’re not alone you wake up in a hospital with no memory of the past  eight years. The team is heart broken but none of them more so than Spencer who not only has realized that he is in love with you but also blames himself for your memory loss. Determined not to make the same mistakes Spencer and the team work together to help you recover your memories. 

Originally posted by yulia-sh

The first thing you saw when you opened your eyes was a white bright light. It made you cringe and blink rapidly again and again until your eyes had adapted to the harsh glow. The second thing you saw was a man with creamy skin, a slim frame, and wild brown hair standing up at every angle lying next to you on the bed.

There was something about him that pulled at the back of your head like he was familiar in some way but racking your brain nothing came to mind. You continued to stare, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest for a while until he began to stir. You didn’t know what to do so you froze and remained watching him.

He sat up and rubbed at his eyes yawning looking around the hospital room missing nothing until he got to you and his eyes found yours. They were huge and brown and captivating but above all else hopeful, though, no matter how appealing this man was you didn’t know him so you slowly started scooting away.

“Y/n is that you are you really awake?” He asked moving closer to you on the bed.

You cringed away from him “Yes my name is y/n, who are you?” You asked eyes still trained on him. You saw several emotions fly across his face confusion being the most prominent one.

“You don’t know who I am?” He asked you in a strained voice after a moment of awkward silence.

His question and tone of voice perplexed you even more “Of course I don’t know who you are, should I?” You responded scrunching your forehead trying to remember him again until a sharp pain came causing you to grab your head in pain. You tried to think past it but the pain increased and caused tears to fall from your eyes.

“Hey” you heard him say as the bed shifted indicating he had moved closer to you “ don’t think about it too hard your hurting yourself” He pulled your hands away from your head and lifted your chin so your eyes looked directly into his. “Shh don’t think about it anymore it’s okay if you don’t remember just breathe in and out. Keep looking right at me. Don’t think about anything else just focus on my eyes and my voice.”

You stared into his eyes and followed his directions breathing deeply in and out until you felt the pain in your head ebb and the tears stop.

“Good job” he said wiping away the remaining tears from your cheeks.

You shivered when his hands touched skin. It wasn’t bad, in fact it felt good, really good. But as you closed your eyes and began to lean into his hand there was a loud knock at the door causing you to jump away from each other.

“Hello y/n my name is doctor Martinez”  an older man with dark brown hair, tan skin, light brown eyes, and a white lab coat said walking into the room and shutting the door behind him. He then turned and saw how close the two of you were on the bed. “Oh I’m sorry was I interrupting something?”

Before you could respond the man with the huge brown eyes that had helped you earlier got up off the bed and moved towards the doctor “No I just fell asleep but uh can I have a word with you out in the hall really fast?” He asked looking back at you sitting on the bed.

The doctor looked confused but nodded his head and left with the man towards the hall. You sat there wanting to interject and demand to know what he was telling the doctor, it was about you after all, but they were gone before you got the chance. You took the time to look around at your surroundings and that’s when it finally dawned on you.

You were in a hospital you thought back trying to figure out how you got here in the first place. You weren’t in an accident that you remember you lifted your arms and legs. They didn’t feel hurt, just weak from being in the hospital bed you assumed. As you continued your mental analysis of your body the door opened again and the doctor walked back in.

“Hello again y/n I know you have a lot of questions let me start off by telling you what happened.” He said closing the door and moving to sit on the chair to your right. “You were in an accident; you fell down some stairs and hit your head rather hard on a cement floor. You were brought to the hospital unconscious and through surgery we were able to reduce the swelling of your brain. But when all was said and done you didn’t wake up. You have been comatose for about four weeks now.”

You listened to him in disbelief all the while trying to remember when you fell down stairs until you heard how long you had been out. “I’m sorry did you say I’ve been asleep for four weeks” you asked in a shocked voice.

The doctor nodded his head “Yes although now it’s closer to five. You had major head tra…”

“Five weeks hasn’t anyone noticed that I was gone, my parents, my friends from the academy, anyone?” You asked not believing that your parents would let you wake up alone. You also wanted to ask about the man with the puppy dog brown eyes but you had bigger things to worry about.

The doctor pursed his lips “We can talk about that later. Right now we need to do a check-up M.R.I scan to see if all the swelling in your brain is gone as well as a C.T scan of your body to make sure there is no other damage from the accident we couldn’t see before.”

You shook your head vigorously “No I want to talk to my parents they wouldn’t just leave me here.” You said moving as to get out of the bed.

It was the doctors turn to shake his head. “Miss y/l/n what’s the last thing you remember?” He asked standing up and pushing you back in bed.

His question surprised you. You laid back down thinking back you tried to remember the last thing you did before you woke up in the hospital. “I was in my car crying. I don’t remember why, all that I remember is that I had to get away. I was thinking about doing something, something important but I can’t remember the details.” You said scrunching your head in concentration.

“Now why do you think the details are fuzzy?” He asked.

You rolled your eyes. “I’m sorry Doc I don’t mean to be rude but aren’t you supposed to tell me. You are the doctor aren’t you?” You asked trying to sound as polite as possible under the circumstances. Instead of being offended like you thought he would he let out a loud chuckle.

“It’s good that your sense of humor is still intact he said” and then sobered up “On a more serious note y/n the reason you find it hard to remember some things or the details are blurry is because we believe that during the accident some of the swelling in your brain caused you to lose some of your memory.”

When he finished you sat there with your mouth open shocked. You couldn’t believe it you immediately turned to the number one coping mechanism when faced with shocking news, denial. “This can’t be possible. I was just in my car yesterday. This is some kind of mistake right? Besides how do you even know my life you don’t know me or what I did?”

His face fell “I’m sorry to tell you this y/n but the reason we know that you have lost a significant amount of memory is because your parents, the ones you want to see, died in a car accident about three years ago.”

Spencer sat staring at nothing; he couldn’t fathom the amount of shock, anger, and pain that was rolling around inside him so he made himself numb instead .But no matter how hard he tried to dull the pain it came back and spilled out of his eyes until he was openly weeping in the quiet hallway of the hospital.

“It has to be some kind of cruel joke” he thought to himself. He finally got you back just like he had hoped for but in the worst way possible. You couldn’t remember him, all the moments you shared together like you giving the book to him on his birthday and others gone and the only one he could blame for it was himself.

He didn’t know how long he sat there head buried in his hands letting the tears fall it could have been minutes or hours’ time lost all meaning to him while he replayed you falling down the stairs over and over again until there was a light tap on his arm. Looking up he came face to face with Derek.

“Whoa whoa what happened” He asked sitting down next to Spencer.” Is everything okay, is it y/n” He asked his velvet voice rising in fear.

Spencer nodded his head in response trying to calm down enough to tell Morgan what had happened “I fell… asleep with her like I… usually do. But the next morning… I woke up and there was something different” he said breathing in and out steadying his breathing. I woke up and there she was. She was awake and she looked right at me but she didn’t know me. She has no idea who I am. I think during the accident something happened and now she lost her memory and it’s my fault. If I had just waited…”

“Hey I thought we went over this already it isn’t your fault” Derek said interrupting him “You can’t keep blaming yourself for something that is out of your control.” He finished bringing his arm around Spencer and squeezing his shoulder.

“Thanks for that Derek but what are we supposed to do now. I don’t even know how far back she remembers, she doesn’t know who I am and we’ve known each other for almost five years now. She won’t remember all the work we did, the team” He sat up straighter “She won’t remember her parent’s car accident, Morgan how are we going to tell her about that?” He asked in a strained worried voice.

Derek sat there blankly for a moment not knowing how to respond until he was finally able to find the right words “We won’t let her go through this alone. We were there for her the first time we will be there for her again. We can help her through this help her remember what she forgot we are her family.”

But before Spencer could respond to what he thought was a rather hopeful and naïve Derek there was a loud scream that emanated from your room. He quickly got to his feet and ran towards the room were the sound was coming from. He got there just in time to see you fall to the ground holding your head.

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The Dark Soldier

Title: The Dark Soldier
Author: Naty (Pichitinha).
Rating: R / T.
Cartoon: Young Justice.
Category: Post endgame. Winter Solder AU. Angst. Present tense. Wally-centric. Birdflash if you squint your eyes and turn your head a little bit?
Words: 4.460.
Summary: Seventy years. He’d been running and running and running for seventy years.
A/N: Hey. So, I’m aware this is terrible and all, but I thought I’d give it a try and publish it on tumblr. A few warnings about why it may be bad: English is not my first language, so there’s that. And also, I don’t ship birdflash, but I love Wally, and I love Dick, and I love notagoodplace4gods and she ships it, so yeah. And most important of all, the idea of Wally coming back seventy years in the future like Captain America was based on a post I saw on tumblr!!! I’m looking for it and AS SOON AS I FIND IT I’m gonna link it here! Therefore, the main idea is NOT MINE, Enjoy. Or not. Idk.

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“Excuse me, but who are you? Ladies are not accepted in the Wall.” Jon said, an eyebrow raised. Arya smiled softly. She knew women were not to be there, of course. Even less herself, the Stark girl who had ran away. But she was wearing a new face now. A face that had not seen all the things Arya had seen. But a face that remembered nonetheless. 

The girl also knew that no one would recognize her as Ned’s daughter with that face, not even Jon, her one true best friend. What she did not know was that it would hurt so badly.

“For the gods…” Jon whispered suddenly, inhaling sharply. His eyes grew wide as he quickly closed the distance between him and the silent girl in front of him. “Arya? Arya is that you?” He was a breath away from her face now.

The smile fell from her lips as she looked at Snow surprised. No one should have realized. No one. 

“How did-” She wasn’t able to finish, once Jon embraced her, lifting the girl from the ground with the force of it. She could do nothing but laugh and hug back. It had been so long, after all…

“Do you really think you could just smile at my face and I would not recognize that smile? Please Arya!” He answered her unspoken question, once again putting her on the ground, but keeping their proximity. “What happened? Where have you been? How did you change… So much?” At this, Jon touched her face lightly. Arya closed her eyes for a brief second, leaning on the contact a moment before allowing herself to respond.

“It is a long story. Very long. All you need to know is that I am fine. Don’t worry,” She continued when Jon opened his mouth intending to talk. “This is not my… Real face. My true form is, you could say, hidden and safe.”

Jon looked at her astonished for a long moment, his mouth hanging opened as he tried to say something but nothing came to his lips. His eyes never left Arya’s. Finally, it was her voice that broke the silence.

“I came here for a reason, dear brother,” Arya started, turning her back on Jon and hugging herself. “Do you remember how father always said ‘winter is coming’ like it was the most important thing he could ever tell us?! When I was young, I did not understand the reason. I thought: yes father, we all know winter is coming, and we know it can be bad, but why keep reminding us of this every day?” The girl laughed at her naivety. She missed her father greatly. Arya turned again to face Jon. He was a few steps away, still watching. Still waiting. “I understand now. It is not only about the winter. It is about remembering. Never forget. Because once you forget what is coming, you also forget to be strong. You are weak. And then winter comes and ends you, because you forgot.” Jon seemed to suddenly understand too. Arya took her sword out, showing Needle to him. This made Jon smile even if for a second. He approached the girl slowly, his arms reaching out for her. Arya accepted him. “Winter has come back home, Jon. Valar Morghulis.”

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Okay, this is sort of the second half of this one. Which is the first of a couple parts, and I haven’t posted it yet, because it needs polish, and falls after Ultron and holy crap am I suck at getting to Ultron.

Darcy Lewis was one of SHIELD’s founders. Phil honestly wasn’t sure what to do with that information.

Darcy hadn’t said as much in her report, but her report wasn’t exactly standard; rather it was clearly a transcript of diary entries from her time in 1946, fleshed out and reformatted to follow SHIELD’s style guide. But he didn’t think she’d removed anything. She’d included conversations she’d had with Howard about SHIELD, arguments they’d engaged in over the academies, the structure, the protocols, and the procedures.

Curious, and not quite sure he believed this all, he went back to SHIELD’s earliest charter, reading through it slowly and carefully. He knew Darcy well enough that he recognized her voice in some of the passages. And then he really, really wanted a glass of scotch.

Peggy Carter’s report — a similarly diaristic record — was more clear on the point. She and Howard considered Darcy’s words and opinions as they formed their own and began building the basic structure for SHIELD. They didn’t always agree with her, but they included her opinions and their arguments for or against.

Carter referred to Darcy by her first name often enough, but in matters of their investigation or discussions of spycraft, she was always Agent Lewis. Clearly, Darcy earned Carter’s respect.  

And, thinking about it, that made a fair amount of sense — Darcy and Peggy Carter would have been about the same age in 1946. Certainly Carter had more experience, but Darcy’s own experiences were not to be sniffed at. Sometimes he found it hard to remember that she wasn’t a shaky, rookie agent anymore. She wasn’t struggling to find her place in the world. She knew where she belonged now. It was clear in Carter’s report — Darcy was committed to SHIELD.

He supposed he knew that when she called him and told him she wanted to rebuild the New York HQ. He’d had more than a few reservations, but the truth was, they could use another solid base. Aside from their HQ, the handful of places they had left weren’t set up for large-scale operations. And if anybody had the access to resources to get it done, it would be Darcy. So, he put those reservations aside and gave her the go ahead.

Now he was wondering how smart that was.

With a sigh, he shook his head at himself and drummed his fingers on the pages in front of him. Darcy Lewis was a founder of SHIELD. And she was his agent. He knew he had her respect and loyalty. Even friendship. But, with this new knowledge, he recognized that she could undermine his position in SHIELD in a heartbeat.

He’d love to be able to talk to May about this. Or Fury. Maybe Natasha, but he wasn’t sure how objective she would be at this point, and, given recent revelations, Barton had to be even more compromised.

It was startling to realize how thoroughly she had the loyalty of all the Avengers. He’d certainly considered it before, but more in the context of how it would help SHIELD. But this was now about personal loyalty. Her father was a given. But then it was Thor, Barton and Romanoff. Probably Dr. Banner. Certainly Colonel Rhodes, who was her ‘uncle’ Rhodey. And of course, her close friend Captain Rogers.

It probably wouldn’t take too long for her to gain the loyalty of the other new members, too. The Maximoffs were young, she’d know how to relate to them. And the one called The Vision was born from her father’s own creations — Ultron and Jarvis. Undoubtedly, Darcy had already adopted him as yet another brother.

Then there was the Winter Soldier. A terrifying figure, a Hydra assassin who’d featured in the nightmares of agents and agencies for decades. He knew it was a risk when he made Darcy his handler, but he didn’t, for one second, expect that they’d end up partners. He was mostly hoping she would keep him out of trouble; he didn’t want to have to try and take out Bucky Barnes. And, maybe he was too soft where Captain America and the Howling Commandos were concerned, but he really didn’t want anybody else to have to do it, either. He wanted to hope for Bucky Barnes, for him to be able to come home, to live again. And Darcy did it. She brought a notorious assassin in from the cold and made him her partner. Maybe, actually, they should have thought twice about making Barton her SO.  

But, the Avengers and associated assassins were not Darcy’s only conquests. She’d made inroads into his own team, too. She and Daisy got along well, were friends even. She was making sure Fitz had any equipment and information he needed in his search for Simmons; large, expensive pieces of Stark Tech kept turning up in the labs. And before Jemma’s disappearance, he knew she and Darcy had talked a little more, maybe become friendly. She even trusted Fitz and Simmons enough to reveal her parentage to them.

From May she’d managed to earn some respect (no little thing). Bobbi was still bewildered by the events on the aircraft carrier, and from her hospital bed she told him about that moment when everything about Darcy Lewis changed. How quickly she’d gone from confused, young agent to somebody who had a whole lot of power and knew it.

Darcy took pride in her ability to get people to underestimate her, but she was as susceptible to it as anybody else. Phil often thought if she could get past that, if she could take a look at what she was really capable of doing, the results would be remarkable. She had every bit of the charisma her father possessed, was every bit as smart, but both traits manifested themselves in different ways in her. If he didn’t know her as well as he did, if he didn’t trust her, then her ability to influence people, coupled with her innate understanding of how they ticked, might be alarming.

Sighing again he let his eyes fall on the clear, acrylic box set on the bureau behind his desk. The framed Captain America comic Darcy had Peggy Carter sign for him. He considered the bright yellow cover and the vivid comic art, designed to catch a child’s eye. She was still thinking like a young agent, his protege, still seeing him as a favored mentor, and providing a meaningful gift accordingly.

Darcy could pull the agency out from under him, she could set up a competing agency, she could even destroy SHIELD if she wanted. None of that would occur to her, not really. Certainly the thoughts might run through her head, playing out in probabilities and possibilities, but they wouldn’t really settle in. She wouldn’t let them, she’d push them away, and go on with whatever her present certainty was.

Closing his eyes, Phil ran a hand across his forehead. It was time for her to stop thinking like that young agent. It was time for her to think about things like removing him from his post; about taking the agency. And about doing what she needed to do, personal loyalties aside. If he wanted her to be what she needed to be for herself and for SHIELD’s future then he needed her to realize what she was.

Phil knew Darcy was loyal to him, but she was one of SHIELD’s founders now, her priority had to be the wellbeing of the agency. As Director that was his priority, too, and now Phil had to teach her how to destroy it all so, if the day came, she would know how to save it all. If, one day, SHIELD’s health depended on his being ousted, then he needed to make sure Darcy knew how to do it. May would sacrifice the agency for him, Daisy might, Darcy wouldn’t.

The comic book drew his gaze again, and he reached out to pick it up. His eyes followed the flowing, fading lines of Peggy Carter’s signature. He thought Director Carter might agree with his choice. Something about this token felt like the passing of a torch, but not from Carter to him, but from Carter to Lewis. That seemed right.

Geez, he wished he could have seen that. Darcy and Peggy Carter on a mission together. That must have been something else. Yes, alright, he would admit he envied that she’d met so many of the Commandos, that she could truly say Peggy Carter was a friend, but boy, more than anything he wished he could have seen them working together.

His lips tugged up in a smile. It was also pretty neat that his recruit was a part of SSR and SHIELD history. He took a lot of pride in that.  

Setting the box back in its place, he turned and faced his office, considering it, considering both it’s physical space, but also the weight and power that came along with it.

He knew he was right, but, it always helped to talk things out anyway. Sitting forward he pulled out a desk drawer, and shifted some things aside to reveal a thumbprint scanner — good thing Mack cut off his left hand and not his right. What a bitch that would have been to have to reset his thumbprint on every damned independent scanner in the place.

When the side panel popped open, he pulled out the phone hidden inside and made his call.

“This important?”

“I wouldn’t call if it wasn’t.”

“Sorry, just got a hell of a mess here, Phil.”

“I saw. Everybody saw.”

Fury let out a low, dry chuckle, but his voice was rueful when he spoke. “Hell of a thing. Stark … ah damn, he was a mess before this. He’s not going to bounce back from this too easily.”

“I imagine not.” Tony dropped a city out of the sky. Even weeks later, they were still tallying casualties; it wasn’t pretty. Something Stark created to protect, turned into something that tried to destroy everything. He’d have to remember to ask Darcy about it, about how they were both doing after Ultron.

“If this is a bad time,” Phil continued, “I can call back later.”

“So, it’s not that important?” Fury said, but he sounded a little amused.

“It’s important, but not pressing.”

“May as well talk now.”

“I need a location to send you a report. Or, rather, two reports.”

“Digital or physical?”

“Better make it physical for now.”

“Understood.” They were both old school in their ways. Sometimes paper felt a lot more secure. It was pretty hard to hack a hard copy from a distance. And this felt like something that needed to be very secure for the time being. “I’ll get you something in an hour or so. Can you tell me what it’s about?”

“It concerns Darcy Lewis and Peggy Carter.”

“Lewis? She finally tell you what happened? I couldn’t get much out of Stark, but he wasn’t in a sharing place.”

“Do you remember ever reading an old SSR report about a Hydra incursion in New York City in 1946?”

“Hydra in '46?”

“Or maybe Leviathan?”

“Shit, Phil, they were all over the place in the 40s, you’re going to have to narrow it down.”

“Stolen Hydra equipment from the secure SSR bunker in Pine Camp, New York turning up in Queens. The Howling Commandos participated in a raid. And, though it was never officially confirmed, it was always suspected this event was the first appearance of the Winter Soldier.”

Fury was silent for a moment as he thought. “Something about a power unit, right? For creating Hydra weapons.”

“That’s it.”

“Lost a lot of that stuff when the SHIELD fell,” Fury murmured, sounding both weary and irritated.

“Yeah, well, it turned up in Stark Tower. That attack a couple months ago.”

“That’s how Lewis was hurt?”

“Yes. It did something else to her first.”

“Tell me it didn’t turn her powered,” Fury nearly begged. “She does not need to be powered. The world does not need a powered Stark.”

Phil laughed a little. “Not powered. Well, not the way you’re thinking. But, that is what we need to talk about. That investigation in 1946, there was a participating agent who was only ever listed as Agent 03 in any of the reports. Her name was redacted from everything.”

“I do seem to recall that.”

“That was Darcy.”

Fury let out an explosive breath. “Just a second. I think I need to sit down for this.”

“Yeah, I should have suggested that earlier,” Phil agreed. He listened to the sound of shifting equipment and then Fury sighed.

“Alright, lay it out for me, Phil.”

Let’s Get Out of Here.

Originally posted by mustachedcheetosman

Requested by Anonymous: Hi there! I would like to request one in which Bucky has to hunt down the reader who is from the avengers, and when he trapped her, he has to spent a few days with her and he thinks shes really hot, and end up having smut sex with her and they escape together! Love ya

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: SMUT

Words: 2211

“You were quite the lady’s man,” you chuckled, tucking your legs underneath you as you sat on the prison bed.

The corners of Bucky’s lips quirked up for a split second for you were informing him of his past.

“Steve told me you were an overachiever and excelled at everything you did both in school and sports, making all the girls fond of you” you continued. Most of your conversations with Bucky was one-sided as he mostly listened to you talk. “But I don’t blame them,” you joked. “You were all handsome and muscly.”

“That’s why you got into the army so easily,” you explained, tucking your hair behind your ear. “You were the type of guy that the government was looking for to send off to the war. You were in the 107th and were an expert marksmen, earning the title sergeant.”

“How do you know so much about me?” Bucky asked in a small voice. You sat upright and smiled at his question for he rarely asked questions or spoke to you.

“I’ve gotten pretty close to Steve,” you responded. “He often talked about you, and I got curious. Did my own kind of research. You were an interesting man.”

“Is Steve your boyfriend?” he asked hesitantly.

You laughed at his question, which made his heart skip a beat. He hasn’t heard a genuine laugh in a long time, so yours was music to his ears. You were so enthralling, captivating. The way you spoke about him, it made him feel almost human, no longer a killing machine.

“No,” you sputtered out through your laughter. “He and I are like brother and sister. In this case, he’s my annoying, protective brother, treating me like his younger sister, even though I’m technically only a month younger than him. He never lets a guy closer than three feet away from me, so I’m single. But that gives me leeway to do oldman jokes on him. I miss him.”

You noticed Bucky’s body relax a bit at your answer and smirked at his reaction. You couldn’t help but gain a small crush on the soldier with your time being there, but you missed your teammates. You bit your lip as you tried to gain the courage to ask the question you’ve been holding for the past few days. “Bucky, let me out. Please.”

“No,” he stated simply. Your heart sunk at his blunt answer, and tears started filling your eyes.

Your voice broke as you asked, “Why?”

“Because you’ll leave,” Bucky answered.

Three days earlier

The sound of a faucet dripping echoed throughout the room, making the atmosphere eerie and discomforting. Your eyelids stuck together, refusing to open. You shifted your body, feeling how stiff and sore you were. You finally pried your eyes open and realized you were lying on the floor. Sitting up, you groaned at the splitting headache you had. The taste of blood in you mouth and the metallic smell in the air made you nauseous.

Looking around, you noticed you were in a cell. It was a pretty basic cell, holding a sink, toilet, and a metallic cot. You scoffed seeing that your captors didn’t even have the decency to put you on the bed- such class.

An unsettling feeling settled in your gut, as you felt as if eyes were on you. You observed the room to see there were no cameras in your cell. Your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion, as you tried to figure out who captured you.

You remembered exiting the quinjet with your team and breaking into the HYDRA base. You were taking down any soldiers that got in your way and did pretty good on your own, seeing that you were an Avenger. You were almost at the control room, when the next thing you were met with was black. Someone snuck up from behind and hit you in the head just hard enough for you to fall unconscious, which explains the headache as well.

Shock drew on your face as you realized you were in the hands of HYDRA. You frantically looked around the room to see any signs of getting out. It was then you saw someone sitting in the corner of the room. You didn’t see his eyes, more of his metallic arm that glistened in what little light that was shed in the room.

In all honesty, you were scared, knowing full well of the torture methods HYDRA used, but you held a poker face. You asked boldly, “What do you want from me?”

The soldier didn’t speak nor move. You were wondering if he was even awake. You were about to ask the question again but stopped short when he walked more into the light.

“Bucky,” you said breathlessly. Your eyes widened in shock seeing Steve’s lost best friend. Steve confided in you with his haunted past and fears. You knew how important Bucky was to Steve and actually tried to help Steve find him. And yet, here he was standing right in front of you. The only thing separating yourself from him were the metal bars on your cell.

Bucky tensed up at his name but said nothing.

“I know this is hard,” you started. “But do you remember me? Can you remember the man that fought along side with me?”

Your question was met with silence. You sighed, knowing that more likely, HYDRA wiped his memories again. You jolted upright when you heard him speak. It was in a voice no louder than a whisper, but you heard him. You knew Bucky was at war with himself. There were no constants in his life anymore, but he must of recognized something about you.

“Who are you?” he asked simply, looking lost and confused. 

“My name is Y/N,” you answered. “I’m an Avenger. I work with Captain America, Steve Rogers.”

“He’s the enemy,” he stated blankly, seeing that that was embedded in his brain.

“To HYDRA, yes,” you explained hesitantly. “But you’re not HYDRA, Bucky.” You paused, not wanting to push anything on him. Bucky’s face was still emotionless, but you noticed that his gaze was unfocused as if he was trying to put all the puzzle pieces together.

You continued, “Before HYDRA, you were his best friend, almost like his brother. Best friends since childhood, you and Steve were inseparable in both the schoolyard and the battlefield.” You knew that line by heart by now, as you and Steve often visited the Smithsonian together, you not wanting him to be alone. “I can help you,” you offered carefully. “I can help you remember.”

There was a moment of silence as you let Bucky contemplate your question. You were greeted by a curt nod and smiled at his agreement to your offer.

“Then come with me,” you suggested. “Let’s leave together. Let’s get out of this hellhole.”

“Do you really want that?” he asked, knowing that everyone always leaves him, leaving him alone.

You got up from the bed you sat on and walked to the cell bars, trying to get as close to him as possible. You made sure he was looking at you in the eyes to ensure him that you were serious. “Yes,” you answered, your hands tightened around the bars. “Come with me. You know that you don’t belong here. And I know that you don’t want to be here.”

Bucky slowly got up from his seat and strode over to you. Hesitantly, he cupped your cheek with his right hand. You leaned into his touch, before looking up at him. “Okay,” he said breathlessly.

He broke open the door with his metallic arm, still not taking his eyes off of you or removing his hand from you cheek. You slowly backed away from his touch before exiting the cell. Bucky stood still, waiting to see what you would do now that you’re free. Would you really take him with you or would you leave like everyone does?

You slowly walked up to him and intertwined your hand with his left hand. You noticed that he was holding his breath as he watched your actions. You wanted to ensure him that you didn’t think he wasn’t a monster, you weren’t scared of him, and you were serious about you taking him with you.

After a minute of you rubbing your thumb against his metal surface with your hands still intertwined with his, you stood up on your tiptoes and placed your other hand on his cheek. You slowly leaned in, giving him all the opportunity to stop you. When he didn’t, your lips met with his in a slow, passionate kiss.

You released his hand and pulled him in closer to deepen the kiss. His right hand cupped the back of your neck while the other landed on your waist. You pulled back, out of breath and flustered. Looking back up at him, you realized that this was probably his first loving encounter he’s had in years. You saw that he was scared and lost, and all you wanted to do was protect this man from all the dangers in the world. He’s seen and been through so much. You wanted to show him that everything was going to be okay, so you did what any rational girl would have done.

You pulled him back in and kissed the living daylights out of him. Arms were entangled around each other, and your bodies were pressed together, leaving negative space in between you two. You didn’t want to push Bucky into anything, seeing that he was struggling with demons of his own. So you internally squealed in delight when he lifted you from the ground. You wrapped your legs around his waist before kissing down to his face. His long hair tickled your face as you kissed neck. You pushed off his hair as you laid open-mouthed kisses on any skin you had access to.

You heard a groan erupt from the back of his throat, urging you to continue your actions. You clenched your thighs together, trying to press against him even more than you were. A moan escaped your lips as he rolled his hips into yours.

The grip of your arms around his neck tightened as you felt him walk across the room. The air in your lungs escaped you as you were plopped onto the cot. Bucky settled himself between your legs before returning the favor and kissing your neck. It was taking everything you got not to release moans, knowing full well that there were two armed guards right outside your cell door. I guess HYDRA wasn’t expecting you to take down their Winter Soldier.

You squirmed as you felt one of his hands travel down your sides, under your pants and underwear. You moaned his name as you felt him tease your folds, using your own arousal to lubricate his fingers. The coil in your stomach tightened when he plunged his finger into your dripping cunt. His actions were almost too much with his lips on your neck and his fingers thrusting into your cunt. You were afraid you’d come from his touch alone. Bucky removed his fingers from out from underneath your pants, making you whimper at lost of contact. Your hands ran through his hair, as you felt him shift on top of you.

A silent scream ripped from your throat as you felt his metallic arm take its place. The cold surface in contrast to your heat sent chills throughout your body.

You were so close that your vision was fading in and out. You warned, “I’m close Bucky.”

Bucky immediately stopped his actions and pulled back from your body. Frustrated, your hands gripped onto the bed sheets. When your vision focused, you noticed Bucky pushing down his pants, just low enough to free his throbbing cock. His hands landed on your sides, slowly traveling down your body. You lifted your hips as he began to pull your pants down to your knees.

He positioned himself where he was hovering over you before teasing your folds with his tip. Bucky looked up at you to make sure he had your consent. When you nodded, he thrusted himself into you, filling you to the brink. He stilled his movements to let you adjust to his size. You rolled your hips to let him know he could continue.

Bucky set a steady but impressive pace, you orgasm building up again. Your hands flew to his back clawing the back of his t-shirt, exposing the abs hidden underneath his clothes. You were captivated as you watched his muscles flex every time he thrusted into you. Your head flew back as his groin continuously rubbed against your clit. His thrusts became to falter as you were pushed over the edge. Your walls clenched around his cock, sending him into his own orgasm. He collapsed on you, burying his head into your neck. You weakly petted his hair, trying to comfort him down from his high.

You felt his heartbeat slow down to normal as his chest was pressed against your skin. He lifted himself off of you and leaned on his elbows, your hand still running through his hair.

“Let’s get out of here,” you stated with a smile.

Bucky returned the smile, the first smile he had in a long time. You knew come hell or high water, you guys were getting out of the hands of HYDRA once and for all.

anonymous asked:

felicity or oliver collapses from workin around the clock and not taking care of themselves, prompting much tlc from each other :-)

“Felicity?” Oliver mumbles, and Felicity turns away from her tablet to smile gently at him on the other side of the Arrowcave’s couch (finally acquired after a month’s worth of incessant lobbying on her part).

“Hey,” she whispers and reaches for the glass of water and plate of crackers.

He takes the glass but shakes his head at the crackers. “What happened?”

“You fainted.”

“Passed out.”

She laughs. “Sure.” Sobering up in the next second, Felicity frowns apprehensively at him. “Are you okay?”


“When was the last time you ate?” She’s noticed a lot of changes the past few days. He’s down here before she arrives and after she leaves, and when he is here he’s either over at the salmon ladder or the punch-y thing, or hovering over her computers and looking through old police records. Most of all, his rapidly leaner physique has captured her attention. During the time they’re at their day job his suits seem slightly looser.

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