to the doctor to make him understand that those choices he made

rachaelmhill  asked:

Buck, I've been feeling like my head's splitting open on-and-off since Tuesday, and now I'm getting other symptoms too. Please distract me with embarrassing stories about Steve? i love those.

when steve was twelve, he broke his arm.

surprisingly, it wasn’t in a fight–he was carrying a twenty-pound bag of potatoes up the stairs for his ma and he tripped. went down the whole flight, potatoes bouncing everywhere. after he’d recovered a bit from the tumble, he sat up, looked at old mrs. mackinnon– who was just coming out of her apartment–and said “sorry for the mess.” and then he looked down and noticed that his forearm was bent in the middle. and then he started crying.

so his ma ran him to the hospital and they set his arm and put it in a cast.

and thus began the first era of the Unstoppable Steve. (the second era was after erskine made a limited edition Jumbo Steve, and the third was Steve: Reheated.)

see, if you’ve ever had a plaster cast, you know that those things are shockingly sturdy. steve went from being a sixty pound asthmatic with rage issues to being a sixty pound asthmatic with rage issues and a right hook like a piledriver. at first, his arm was too tender for him to do much, but after it started healing up, and he started getting in fights again, he figured out that his right arm was better than a baseball bat when it came to hitting stuff. that plaster cast started white, but it didn’t take long for it to get brownish with dirt and bloodstains. he still got his ass kicked, but it took a bit more work, and the other guys actually looked like they’d been in a fight.

anyway, steve was half in love with that cast.  sometimes i thought he never wanted to take if off, and if it hadn’t messed with his drawing, i think he’d’ve worn it for about a year. but about a week before it was supposed to be taken off anyway, stevie got in a fight with gerry, the shoemaker’s kid from up the block. gerry was a mean sonofagun. he was thirteen, and he’d hit puberty early, so he had a solid eight inches on wee stevie. and he was as dumb as a box of bricks.

he hated steve. steve was tiny, sure, but he was sharp as a tack and well-liked. there wasn’t an old lady within miles that didn’t love stevie, so he was always getting penny candy for running errands for them. gerry had a habit of cornering stevie in alleyways and beating on him until candy fell out. steve had a habit of not letting him do it without a fight.

gerry cornered stevie and started shoving at him. steve shoved back. gerry shoved harder. stevie stumbled, and gerry threw a punch. stevie took it full in the face, and then swung back, full-force, with that sledgehammer cast of his.

gerry dodged.

steve plowed his cast into the old brick alley wall. the brick shattered.

stevie’s cast broke. so did two of stevie’s fingers.

steve started screaming.  

gerry ran.

now, understand–it was old, old brick, but all gerry saw was little crazy stevie rogers punch a hole in a brick wall and then start shrieking like a berserker. rat-brain gerry wasn’t bright, but he knew a losing battle when he saw one, so he ran like the hulk himself had just showed up in that alley. smartest thing he could’ve done, really, because i’d just shown up and if he’d kept after stevie, i’d’ve handed him his ass.

as it was, i pried stevie’s cast off and walked him back to the hospital. the doctors said his arm was plenty healed and didn’t need a new cast, and splinted up his fingers.

steve didn’t like the splints nearly as much as he’d liked the cast. they made absolutely terrible weapons.

This–and the two previous storytime asks–can be found with corrected type here on Ao3. –Mod Hell

“Steve in CA:CW only thinks about Bucky!” / “Steve broke up the Avengers for Bucky!” 

I can’t count the number of times I have seen these phrases or variants thereof uttered in fandom, and it’s starting to make me a little bit bananas. So I’m gonna break down the issues with this line of thinking. 

First off, it isn’t true at all. Yes, Steve has a strong emotional response to issues involving Bucky, and yes, Bucky is a key piece on the chessboard in CA:CW. Decisions are made regarding him that impact the eventual split of the Avengers. But ultimately, Steve’s choices in the movie are rational and based on Steve’s ethics, Steve’s unwillingness to allow pointless death, and Steve’s mistrust of institutions after having been burned twice. All else being equal, and Bucky not being a factor, it is hard to imagine Steve making wholly different choices.

Steve goes after Bucky when he’s accused of bombing the UN, but does so to bring him in, and because there is a kill order on Bucky. Bucky is a goddamn living weapon, and will not go quietly into that good night; Steve has no way of knowing at that point if Bucky will use lethal force or not against those trying to apprehend him, and so goes after him because Steve has a better chance than anyone else of bringing him in without loss of life. Steve going after Bucky alone is a course of action he feels compelled to take not only to save Bucky’s life, but the lives of everyone else involved, at risk to his own. Steve is very explicit about this in his conversation with Natasha ( “If he’s this far gone, then… I should be the one to bring him in.” “Why?” “Because I’m the one least likely to die trying”). At this point, no other Avengers are involved; this is Steve’s choice and Steve’s action, and not a determining factor on the fate of the team. 

While Bucky’s lack of due process is pretty clearly upsetting to Steve, he is still willing to consider the Accords even after that whole incident, and even with his skepticism about the Accords’ definition of accountability. He doesn’t wholly back out until he finds out Wanda is being kept under house arrest without her knowledge and without any justification beyond her perceived ‘dangerousness’ (keep in mind, the incident in Lagos is because Crossbones set off a bomb; more people would have died without Wanda’s intervention. The hate toward her in-universe is a result of media spin and fear of powered people, because her powers weren’t enough to save everyone. It’s worth wondering: had it been one of Tony’s automated suits that didn’t get the bomb clear in time, would we be seeing the same furor?). This is understandably upsetting to a guy who lived through a period of seeing people interned and worse based on public fear of certain minorities, and has seen how it can escalate into absolute horror; while Wanda’s imprisonment is cushy, as Tony points out, it sets a profoundly disturbing precedent. 

When Steve and Team Cap face off against Team Iron Man at the airport, it’s because they need to get to Siberia – not because Steve just wants to run off with Bucky. Steve attempts to explain the situation (“…And there are 5 more super soldiers just like him. I can’t let the doctor find them first, Tony. I can't”), and Tony makes it clear he has no intention of listening at that point (“All right, I’ve run out of patience. Underoos!”).  Steve is left with no choice but to fight his way out to stop what Zemo’s trail has led them to believe is an incredibly serious and imminent threat to global safety, which Tony is unwilling to listen to, and which Ross is later unwilling to take seriously.  

The film’s initial marketing (and hyper-focus on the eyeroll-worthy “he’s my friend”/”so was I” exchange) plus the lens of Stucky shipping have actually done us a disservice, I think, by characterizing Steve as someone who makes all his choices around Bucky. But even with Bucky not being a factor, I honestly don’t think we’d see Steve make different choices when forced into this same situation and provided with the same intel. With the threat of brainwashed super soldiers being unleashed and no time to wait for the UN to get its ass in gear – and that only happening IF Ross could be convinced to listen – he would probably still head to Siberia to try to stop it himself should no one else listen and be willing to act. If Wanda was being imprisoned and a precedent set for interning enhanced people who didn’t sign the Accords, I think he’d still be opposed to signing. Even before Bucky is ever a factor, Steve has legitimate concerns about the Accords – Accountable to whom? What’s the process? What happens to people who don’t sign? What guarantee do they have that the Avengers won’t be used for national agendas?

Maybe Tony would have been more willing to listen to Steve if Bucky weren’t involved. But Steve is actually responding pretty rationally throughout, and being honest with himself about what he thinks he can and can’t promise in good faith.

Tony, on the other hand, is painted by many fans as someone who is making choices from a rational, reasonable place, but if we look at what is said and done canonically… the opposite appears to be true?

While unquestionably an intellectually brilliant man, Tony is pretty consistently characterized as someone who reacts from a place of emotion and impulse rather than from a place of detached intellectual analysis. It’s part of what makes him an interesting character, and makes him diverge from the ‘aloof genius’ archetype we see with Reed Richards and a number of other super-geniuses of the Marvel universe. He makes a lot of choices – good and bad – based on strong feelings and gut reactions rather than thinking things through. Sometimes this means throwing caution to the winds and setting a whole new ethical course for his company. And sometimes this means accidentally inventing a murderbot. 

Tony straight up tells Steve that he wants to sign the Accords to get Pepper back while still doing his Iron Man shtick ( “I never stopped. Cause the truth is I don’t wanna stop. I don’t want to lose her. I thought maybe the Accords can split the difference.”) And he only gets involved with the Accords after being made to feel guilty when ambushed by Miriam. Tony’s support of the Accords stems from his personal guilt, and personal motivations to get Pepper back more than any consideration of longterm, far-reaching effects. We can see the lack of thought he’s put into this when Tony himself later goes completely rogue and ignores Ross (to whom he’s supposed to answer under the Accords), defying the very policies he’s been pushing because they become inconvenient in a way he didn’t anticipate. We also see it when he admits he didn’t know the rogue Avengers would be thrown into the RAFT, implying he didn’t investigate the ramifications of the Accords fully. The timeframe of the Accords is rushed, with the Avengers given an ultimatum on an absurd deadline, and Tony’s eagerness to soothe his guilt and repair his relationship drives him to help force them into that scenario – where a schism is more or less an inevitability. 

And contrary to the narrative that the marketing team seemed to push and that a lot of fans on both sides cling to, it isn’t Steve’s reaction in this conflict that comes from a place of emotional impulsivity due to Bucky. 

In fact, the most visceral, emotional, irrational decision made in regards to Bucky in the course of the movie? Is made by Tony

Now, I can’t honestly blame him for wanting to kill Bucky after seeing the footage of Howard and Maria’s deaths – I would straight up murder anyone who laid a finger on my mom, no matter the situation, so I have a LOT of sympathy. But while it’s understandable, it is not excusable. Bucky did not have any agency as the Winter Soldier. He was a brainwashed torture victim with no free will; the culpability for Howard and Maria’s deaths lies on the HYDRA handler who sent the Winter Soldier after them. And Tony knows this. But he responds from a place of pain and emotion and tries to kill Bucky anyway – because he’s hurting and wants to make someone else hurt too, and also, according to the Russoes’ commentary, to hurt Steve. 

And it’s that final violence, with Bucky and Steve forced to fight Tony for Bucky’s life, that drives the ultimate wedge in the Avengers. Tony had seen the flaws in the Accords and been willing to defy Ross; Steve finally had the opportunity to explain the threats he was dealing with and have Tony listen; they were ready to confront Zemo together. Up to that point, reconciliation and reunification of the Avengers had been a very tangible, present possibility. But once again, Tony backs Steve into a corner with an ultimatum: before, it was his ethics or his legal standing. Now, it’s Tony’s friendship, or Bucky’s life. And because Steve is obviously not willing to let Tony straight-up murder Bucky to satisfy his vengeance, that reconciliation is taken off the table.

So yes, the Avengers are ultimately still broken up at the end of CA:CW because of an irrational decision made about Bucky.

But it’s not made by Steve. 

Crushcrushcrush

Spencer x Reader.

“Ouch, ouch OUCH.“

"Stop being a baby!” you said to your best friend and colleague. 

“But it hurts,” Spencer complained. 

“Well of course it hurts you idiot, you’ve broken your leg." 

"Can you just drive more carefully please?" 

You were in your car driving back from the hospital where you’d spent the last four hours. Spencer was laid out across your back seat, his leg in plaster. You’d been with him when he’d fallen out of the tree, an image you still couldn’t get out of your head. 

Spencer Reid. In a tree. You couldn’t wait to tell the others. You’d taken pictures. 

"This wouldn’t have happened if you’d listened to me. I told you those branches couldn’t take your weight.” You couldn’t help but gloat. 

“Yes well, I was trying to be nice. That little girl wouldn’t stop crying.”

The two of you had met up for coffee, having returned from your most recent case the evening before. It was a pleasant day so you’d decided to take a walk through the local park. 

You’d come across a young mother trying to calm her crying child, her kite stuck in a tree. 

Spencer, being the gentleman he was, had offered to climb up and get it. You laughed telling him there’s no way those branches could take his weight but he’d ignored you. 

Less than 30 seconds into his climb, you heard a cracking and a loud girlish squeal as he came crashing to the ground, landing on his leg at an awkward angle. 

You couldn’t not laugh at him even though he was clearly hurt. The little girl’s mom had been mortified, especially when you told her what you both did for a living. “It’s fine,” you’d assured her. “He got shot in the leg last year, he’s used to being injured.”

“Can you stop laughing at me and call an ambulance please?” Spencer had piped up from the ground. 

“Let me just take a picture so I can show the team.” You pulled out your cell. “Smile.”

He’d glared at you. “ Ambulance. Now Y/N.”

“Fine, fine. No need to get so tetchy.”

Four hours and multiple photos later, you were on your way home, you having followed the ambulance in your car. You were taking Spencer back to your apartment as yours had an elevator and his didn’t, stopping by at his on the way picking up the list of items he’d given you. 

You drove over another pothole hearing him whine again. “I beg of you, please just drive carefully." 

You signaled, pulling to the side of the road "Get outta the car Reid.” You spun around in your seat. 

“Wait… No! I’m injured.”

“Criticise my driving again, and you can walk home. And I won’t let you stay at my apartment meaning you’ll have to call Morgan and tell him how you tried and failed to fly today.”

He pouted at you. “I’m sorry, you’re not a bad driver. It’s just the pot holes nudge my leg and it freaking hurts. It’s not so bad until you go over one.”

He’d refused painkillers at the hospital, you understanding why, and suddenly you felt bad for taking the piss out of him. 

“I’ll try and avoid them okay. I’m sorry.”

“Thank you.”

You made it home with a few mores groans from him and you helped him into your building making it to your apartment with only a few stumbles. 

“Stay here, I’ll make up the couch now so we don’t have to do it later.”

“Aww you’re giving up your bed for me Y/N?”

“Fuck no…. I don’t give up my bed for no-one. You’re having the couch.”

“But I’m injured… And your pull out isn’t very comfortable.” He stayed on it before during your many movie marathons when he couldn’t be bothered to drive home. 

“I’m not giving up my bed Spence. You’re my best friend and I love you to bits but just no. Not happening.”

“But I gave you mine when you had strep throat and demanded I take you home and look after you.”

“And that, is because you are a much nicer person than I am.”

He tried to give you his puppy dog face which he knew almost always made you break. You shook your head at him. This was one thing you weren’t budging on. 

You made up the couch for him and put his bags on the chair. Deciding you were both starving you ordered pizza, watching an old episode of the Twilight Zone when it arrived. 

When you finished up, you tidied your mess away feeling Spencer watching you. He went to speak, stopping before any words actually left his mouth. 

“S'up?” You turned to your friend. 

He screwed up his mouth, his hands nervously playing with his tee shirt. 

“I need a shower.”

He did….When he’d fell he’d landed in some mud and although you’d managed to wipe most of it off whilst you were in the hospital waiting room some of it had matted into his hair, making it even messier than usual. 

“And?”

“I…..um, I’m not gonna be able to pull my jeans off. And I probably won’t be able stand for long in your shower by myself.”

“Can you wait until tomorrow and I can get Morgan to come and help?”

He shook his head. “You know how funny I am about showering everyday. I won’t be able to relax if I don’t. Please?”

Right… Okay. 

“We’ll have to cut your jeans off.” The doctor had already hacked them off at the knee in order to plaster him up so they were ruined anyway. “And… We’ll work the other stuff out as we go. Your boxers are staying on by the way.”

“Well duh….”

You went into your kitchen pulling out a roll of black bin liners, duct tape and your kitchen scissors, grabbing some towels from the basket of clean laundry you’d yet to put away. 

“Move it hop along.” You motioned towards your bathroom. 

“It kinda looks like you’re getting ready to murder me or something Y/N.” He pointed to the bags and scissors. 

“Oh Spencer… I’d at least wait until you were asleep. Now come on.”

He pulled himself up using his crutch as leverage and hobbling into the bathroom behind you. 

Flipping the lid of your toilet seat down, you instruct him, “Sit.”

You took his crutch off him propping it up against a wall. Twirling the scissors around your fingers you smiled menacingly at him. “Do you trust me?" 

"I don’t really have much choice.” He stuck his leg out. “Just…. Don’t cut through my boxers okay.”

Raising your eyebrows at him you joked, “Spencer, if I wanted to see your dick I would have seen it by now. Trust me on that." 

He flushed slightly as you reached for the bottom of his jeans, starting to cut up the side of his leg pulling the fabric apart as you did so you could easily see when you reached his underwear. 

"Pink boxers Spencer? Really?”

He shrugged at you. You continued cutting reaching the top. “Lift your butt off the seat slightly.”

He did and you quickly yanked the jeans from under him so they settled around his thighs. He rested back down. You removed his other Converse and sock, tossing them into the corner of the bathroom and pulling the jeans down and off his other leg. 

“Act one complete. Now onto Act two.” You started humming the Green Hill Zone music from Sonic the Hedgehog as you pulled a black bag from the roll, opening it up and lifting his leg inside it carefully. 

“I never knew you were a Sonic fan Y/N.”

“Up down left right A B C start, you know it baby.” You winked at him. “Now hold the bag around the top of your cast please.”

He gripped the plastic and you reached for the duct tape, taping the plastic flush to his leg and laughing at the finished look. 

“You’re probably gonna lose a few leg hairs getting that off.”

“Shit. I hadn’t thought about that.”

“Call yourself a genius Dr Reid….. ”

You stood up from your spot on the floor, leaning over and flicking the shower on. 

When you’d turned around, Spencer had pulled his tee shirt off. 

Woah….. 

You’d seen him shirtless before when you’d hurriedly changed in front of each other when out on cases. In fact you’d seen all of the team in various states of undress, but you’d not seen him with his top off in about four months. 

He’d changed. Not massively, but his tummy had more definition and tone to it and you could make out the start of a V nearing his hips. His shoulders and arms had more muscle. You’d always thought he’d had nice arms but now they definitely looked like they could do a lot more damage. 

“Trying to impress someone Spencer?” you teased. His cheeks flushed. “OMG, I was joking but you actually are. Who? As your best friend I demand you tell me.”

“It…. It’s n-noone.”  He hardly ever stuttered around you now, he had when you’d first met eighteen months ago but he’d stopped when you’d become closer friends. 

“It’s clearly someone… Tell me!”

“I can’t.”

“Pffft. Lies. All lies. Well you’re looking very sexy Dr Reid, even with the bag wrapped round your leg.”

You actually meant this too. You’d always thought Spencer was attractive with his messy hair and deep brown eyes but you’d become such good friends that you’d pushed those thoughts to the back of your mind. You teased him all the time and faux flirted, loving watching him get flustered trying to come back with a retort. He rarely managed it, him being fairly awkward around girls. 

“Although Spencer?”

“Hmmmmm.”

“Whoever she is, if she doesn’t like you for you then she’s not worth it. Don’t change yourself just to impress someone else. You’re perfect just as you are.”

He blushed the deepest red you’d seen on him in a long time, muttering out a thanks. 

“Now, let’s get you wet sugar!” you drawled earning a chuckle from him, his awkwardness at your compliment fading. 

He inched into your walk in shower using one hand to steady himself against the tiles, while he tried to get under the spray and not get his leg wet at the same time. Although the cast was covered, you still had to be careful.

It was funny to watch and every few moments he’d wobble, letting out a little screech and you’d reach out your arm to steady him. 

Seeing you laughing he flicked his arm through the spray, water droplets hitting you.

“Hey!”

“Stop laughing then and help me wash my hair. I can’t do it and steady myself at the same time.”

“How exactly am I meant to wash your hair for you? You’re a good seven inches taller than me Reid.”

His brow furrowed thinking, and suddenly you had a brainwave. One that would make this all so much easier. 

“Be right back.” You ran into your kitchen spying one of your bar stools and taking it back into the bathroom with. You reckoned it would just about fit. Motioning him to move out the way you placed the chair in the shower with him. 

“Ta daaaa!! Now sit.”

Pulling off your hoody and your own jeans you stepped into the shower behind him leaving your tee shirt and underwear on. You unhooked the shower head from its holster on the wall, handing it to him hold. 

You grabbed your shampoo from the rack, squirting some onto his messy hair. “Head back Spencer.”

He did as instructed, holding the spray of the shower away from you both and as you ran your fingers through his locks, massaging the shampoo into a lather. 

“I swear you have nicer hair than me Spence. It’s really not fair." 

He laughed and you took the shower head off him, rinsing it through and repeating the same steps with the conditioner.  

His eyes were closed and you swore you heard a light moan coming from him as you massaged his scalp lightly. 

"Done.”

Handing him your body wash and a spare sponge you held the shower head above him, the water sluicing down his back as he washed himself. “Y/N…. Close your eyes please.”

“I’m not looking, feel free to give yourself a good ole scrub down there. Just remember; once is fine, twice is okay, but three times…. And I’m leaving the shower.”

He laughed announcing a few moments later that he was done. You shut off the water, helping him up and moving the chair out. 

“Think you can hobble back and get dressed yourself whilst I have a quick wash?”

He nodded wrapping a towel around his middle, grabbing his crutch and heading out of the room. 

You stripped, quickly shaving your legs and washing your own hair. When you’d finished you dried off, dressing in the same pajamas you’d left in there this morning. 

Spencer was laid out on your bed propped up with your pillows against your headboard. He’d managed to dress himself in a pair of loose pajama pants and a tee shirt, you noticing the wet towel and his pink boxers lying on top of your wash basket. The black bag had gone as well. 

“He hey hey, I said you weren’t having my bed.”

He grinned. “I’m not, just let’s watch TV in here for a bit. It’s more comfy.”

You relented, he was right after all. You chucked him the TV clicker, climbing on to the bed next to him. 

“Thank you by the way.”

“Huh? For?" 

"For um… Letting me stay here and helping me in the shower and stuff. I know it was a bit weird.”

“Don’t be silly. You’re my bestie and you’re hurt. I may take the piss but I genuinely don’t like you being in pain…. Except when it’s caused by me.” You reached out and pinched his arm.  “Oh and Spence, I don’t really find anything weird with you. I feel comfortable when I’m with you. Kinda…. At home?” The last part came out like a question, more because you weren’t sure how else to explain yourself. 

He glanced at you. “Me too Y/N.” He got what you meant. 

He flicked through the channels, settling on some teen movie that had not long started. 

Fifteen minutes in and you were exasperated with the storyline already. 

“For fucks sake, her best friend is clearly the better option and he’s obviously head over heels for her. I can’t stand these types of movies.”

“Why not?” Spencer shot you a sideways look. 

“Just the whole dynamic. If you have feelings for your best friend, then freaking tell them. Or show them somehow.”

“Like how? Maybe he’s shy. What if he’s scared?” Reid’s voice sounded weird. Slightly strangled somehow. 

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “There’s ways of telling someone without actually saying it. Take her hand whilst you’re out walking or something. If she pulls away, she’s not into you like that and you can just pretend it never happened. No harm done, no awkward conversation.”

He went quiet and you resumed watching the movie. 

Twenty minutes later, you felt his arm twitch on the bed. You turned to look at him, his eyes intently focused on the screen. 

Another few minutes later, the same thing. His hand actually leaving its spot on the bed this time before putting it back down again. 

A full ten minutes later you heard him inhale a deep breath before moving his hand and wrapping it around yours. 

You jumped but didn’t pull away, just staring at your hands for a moment, thoughts running through your head, replaying the conversation you’d not long had. 

Oh… OH. 

This was new.

But not horrible. Definitely not horrible. In fact….. 

You liked it. Like really liked it. 

Spencer went to pull his hand away, obviously scared by your lack of response. 

“No….. Leave it Spence." 

You turned your hand face up so you could interlace your fingers with his, enjoying the warmth and strangely fuzzy feeling it gave you inside your tummy. 

He liked you? Like that?

He liked you. 

And given the butterflies you could feel dive bombing in your stomach, you liked him back.

Well, he was hot. And he knew almost everything about you. 

And you did spend almost all your spare time with him. 

And he was funny, and caring and kind. He was your favourite person in the world. 

You liked him. Why had you never realised?

Huh. 

This was completely unexpected. 

You gave his hand a soft squeeze, raising your eyes to his. His beautiful eyes, looking so nervous and unsure. 

You smiled at him, slightly unsure yourself. 

He returned your grin, releasing the breath he’d been holding and squeezing back. 

Okay. You could work with this. 

You wriggled closer to him, lifting his arm up and placing it around your shoulder before resting your head against his shoulder. You heard a sigh that you could only describe as contentment coming from him. 

Yes, you could definitely work with this. 

And that’s how you fell asleep. 

A Study in Hypocrisy #2.2

Or why the Avengers’ relationship to Tony was unhealthy at best, Steve isn’t fit to be a leader, and why I’m Team Iron Man to the end.


WHY TONY’S RELATIONSHIP WITH THE AVENGERS IS UNHEALTHY AT BEST

Tony’s relationship with the Avengers has always made me uncomfortable. For the longest time, I couldn’t put my finger on why exactly, but I’ll try to organize my thoughts in this series.  

This post was getting far too long, so I decided to cut it into parts, one per Avenger.


STEVE

Steve’s relationship with Tony is bathed in hypocrisy and double standards right off the bat. When Steve meets Bruce, he tells him that he doesn’t care about his reputation and will essentially make up his own mind about what kind of person he is from what he sees as they work together. 

Yet he doesn’t apply that very same standard to Tony, instantly judging and comparing him to Bucky. 

Big man in a suit of armor. Take that away, what are you?

[…]

I know men with none of that worth ten of you.

Avengers (2012)

Where does Steve get off judging Tony like this? Reading a file doesn’t give him intimate knowledge of who Tony is as a person. And his fortune has nothing to do with who he is inside. Indeed, it sounds like he holds Tony’s fortune (which he worked hard to build—whatever people may think, SI’s products didn’t invent themselves) against him. Which makes no sense? 

In Winter Soldier, we see quickly enough that neither Steve nor Natasha trust Tony. When they show up at Sam’s, they promptly tell him everyone they know wants to kill them, which is so absurdly stupid and wrong I have no words for it. Tony would never ally with HYDRA. Tony designed the freaking helicarriers. Hell, he’s a tech genius. He was the obvious choice in this case! He could have provided them with a safe house, any supplies they needed, backup and unlimited technical help. 

But do you think they went to him? 

Nooo. And why? Apart from “they’re stupid and Marvel didn’t want to pay for RDJ,” because Steve already knew about the Winter Soldier killing Tony’s parents. They could have avoided dumping all of SHIELD’s files on the internet. They could have protected the hundreds of undercover agents who were caught unawares once their legends were blown. They could have protected those agents’ families. They could have protected the agents who weren’t undercover, but still carrying out missions at the time. They could have avoided the crazy damage caused by three giant flying machines shooting each other out of the sky right over Washington DC. There would have been considerably less loss of life had Tony been involved. 

And yet they chose to keep him out of it. 

And here’s where it starts to get very sour, and where I get very, very bitter. 

Around rolls Age of Ultron and Steve is so, so quick in putting the blame on Tony. Like everyone else, he promptly forgets Bruce’s involvement, and makes Tony the sole culprit. After 3 years fighting side by side, he doesn’t even give him the benefit of the doubt. He doesn’t pause to think of somebody other than his precious little self and wonder if, maybe, he’s not so special after all and others might have experienced visions, too. 

Nope. No, it’s evil, it’s bad, so it’s gotta be Tony’s fault. 

Then, there’s the culmination of his hypocrisy: “Sometimes, my teammates don’t tell me things.” 

Okay. First, who the fuck do you think you are, asshole? You don’t get to demand that your teammates tell you everything? What the hell! Nobody owes you anything whatsoever. 

Second, who the fuck do you think you are to demand complete transparency after keeping the secret of said teammate’s parents’ death for over a year? 

This pissed me off. so. damn. much. 

Pardon my French. 

The sheer hypocrisy, people. The balls! 

Now then. What about trusting freaking Wanda Maximoff over your teammate? She suddenly realizes that she’s gonna die too if the world ends, switches to your side out of sheer convenience and self interest, and after 30 seconds you take her advice that “Stark is evil” like she’s the Messiah? Wow. It must be nice to be so convinced of your own self-righteousness. 

Finally, Civil War

Let’s forget about the fact that Steve probably didn’t read the Accords. The entire thing has to have taken place over the course of, what… a week at most? Starting with the introduction of the Accords. There is no way in hell Steve—or anyone else on his team, really—would have managed to read and understand a piece of legislation as complex as the Accords in that time. No way. Which means that he heard a vague description of it and said “no” for… what reason again? 

But I digress. 

Tony offers compromises. He works his ass off to come up with a way to wipe Steve and Sam’s record clean, and to offer Bucky therapy instead of prison. He keeps reaching out, over and over again, only to have his hand slapped away by Rogers. But unlike Rogers, Tony doesn’t dismiss Steve’s claims that there are other Winter Soldiers. He investigates the information and then, because his heart is too big for his own good, he still goes to Siberia to help. 

And there are 5 more super soldiers just like him. I can’t let the doctor find them first, Tony. I can’t.

Captain America: Civil War (2016)

Because where Steve says “I,” Tony says “we.” Because Tony Stark, who “doesn’t play well with others,” is the one who keeps reaching out and trying to move as a team. Because Steve, who keeps preaching about fighting “together” and not having secrets, keeps his tightly under wraps. Again, do you think Sam and Bucky were aware of Tony’s deal? 

Back on topic, Tony goes to Siberia to help Steve, who then proceeds to invalidate his trauma and pain at seeing his parents die in front of his eyes. And as if that wasn’t bad enough, of course Tony’s not stupid and realizes that Steve knew. But instead of confessing, Steve lies to his face all. over. again.

I will not even go into that condescending letter, which could be summarized like follows: “I’m sorry you don’t understand that I was right and you were wrong, and if you’re prepared to beg for forgiveness and freely offer your house, your toys and your money to me again, I might just, after some time, agree to forgive you. P.S.: How is it, being all by yourself in that huge place?”  

Steve is a hypocritical, holier-than-thou asshole and needs a kick where the sun don’t shine. Tony better not forgive anyone until they grovel for at least 10 years. 


ETA: Also, that “I could do this all day” line infuriated me to no end. Implying that Tony’s being a bully when he’s just been stabbed in the back by his teammates while he was trying to do what was right is downright petty, stupid, awful and shitty


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Coming Home (Chap 7)

We find Tony in this chapter! 

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“They are going to get suspicious if you do not start building something soon.” Yinsen muttered as he stared down at the plans Tony had been working on all night.

“They’re too stupid to notice the difference.” Tony scoffed, and pressed his hand over where the arc reactor sat in his chest. It was heavy and uncomfortable and he felt like he couldn’t draw a full breath, but he had to get out of here, and the arc reactor was the only way it was possible.

“So you want to build a suit.” Yinsen tapped the paper. “And power it through your reactor.”

“Yep. This baby gives off enough power to let my heart run for fifty lifetimes.” Tony shuffled the plans together, giving a complete picture of the suit of armor. “Or it could power something this big for fifteen minutes. That’s all I’ll need.”

“And what then, when the reactor gives out because you have worn it down powering the suit?” Yinsen challenged. “It will take only minutes for the shrapnel to flood your heart. What then?”

“At least I won’t die in this fucking cave.” Tony chugged the bottle of water and wiped his mouth, throwing it in a corner and reached for his welding torch. “Let’s go.”

“Tell me what you need me to do.” Yinsen grabbed heavy duty gloves. “I can help with any–” he froze, they both did, when the floor seemed to shake, a dull rumble reaching their ears.

“That’s weird.” Tony said slowly. “We can’t hear anything when we are in here. Not voices, not footsteps, and I’ve never been scared of earthquakes before, but I’ve never inside a mountain when one happened either so–”

“That was not an earthquake.” Yinsen disagreed. “I don’t know what it was but it couldn’t have been goo–”

—An explosion rocked the cave, and they dove for cover when rocks came falling from the ceiling, tables over turning and scattering tools and dismantled bombs everywhere.  

The noise was much clearer now, the sound of automatic gunfire, of panicked shouts and terrified screams, and Tony reached for Yinsen, dragging him back as far away from the door as they could get.

“We have to stay back!” he yelled, coughing over the dust. “If they blow the door in we could be killed just from the—”

–there was another blast, huge slabs of rock cracking and then crashing down from above, and the heavily fortified door to their cave bent nearly in half from the force of the explosion, one hinge blown clear off, the others straining to keep it in place–

–Then a metal hand, thick fingers curling around the edge of the door. A quick jerk and it ripped right off the remaining two hinges, thrown over a shoulder as if it weighed nothing at all–

–And the Soldier stepped through the smoke and over the rocks, black wings held high, metal tips screeching along the rock walls as he moved, blue eyes glowing above a black mask.

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anonymous asked:

How are you doing? I love your hcs about the s/o with prosthetic limbs. And I was wondering if you could do the same for Hanzo, Reaper, Sombra and Widowmaker! (I'm a different anon)

No worries and yes!

Hanzo

  • Hanzo had asked you the spring before you lost your limbs if you would marry him. The two of you had been rather excited-you had already made the plans for the following fall, a dress picked out and everything.
  • But then that summer the accident happened and the wedding had to be put on hold
  • To Hanzo, it didn’t matter how long you waited before the wedding as long as you would be okay.
  • He tried as hard as he could to show you that despite your physical changes, his feelings had not changed.
  • But for you, this was a loss. You didn’t feel like there was any way that he could truly want to marry you now that you were like this. After all, Hanzo showed a slight aversion or Omnics…and now you were only half human.
  • As you struggled to get used to your prosthetic limbs, you distanced yourself from Hanzo. It was like you were preparing for the worst, for him to call everything off.
  • And yet…you’d never felt more alone in your life. There was no one that could comfort you, and no one that you wanted more then him.
  • One day he was sick of playing the avoidance game. Hanzo had stormed up the steps of your house, shoved open the door…only to find you crying on the stairs. One of your prosthetic feet had fallen off and you were so tired, just tired of being this person and tired of pretending it didn’t matter and tired of feeling broken, physically and mentally.
  • After a moment of silence, Hanzo had slowly gone and crouched in front of you, picking up your prosthetic foot.
  • “Do not cry, beloved. Your tears make my heart ache,” Hanzo had said quietly, gently re-attaching your foot.
  • Looking away, you’d found it hard to face him after your behavior. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, for all of this. For treating you like that and for…for pushing you away and becoming this burden…” you whispered.
  • Hanzo had scowled instantly and picked you up like the bride you were, carrying you to the couch to sit with him.
  • “Beloved, a burden is a load that is heavy or difficult to bear. You are a gift i cherish every moment, and even with these prosthetic limbs, you are my only delight in this world,” Hanzo said gravely, ever the serious one.
  • Sniffling, you wondered if he really meant that.
  • “Now, no more avoiding me. We have a wedding to plan, y/n, and the sooner the better. I tire of living in a separate home from you,” he said seriously.
  • With half sob half laugh, the two of you sat there, snuggled for the first time in awhile, planned out the remaining details of your wedding as you realized there was no chance of him backing out.

Reaper

  • Despite having become Reaper, your relationship had survived when he had died and changed. Although you didn’t agree with his choices, you couldn’t leave him as you loved him more then anything
  • So when the accident occurred and you ended up having to have your limbs amputated… You grew silent. Cut yourself off, despite getting prosthetic limbs.
  • The event had traumatized you a bit, to be honest, and you felt like a monster for how you looked.
  • Reaper, despite having to lead Talon, was with you most of the time. He didn’t mean to but his worry came out as anger, especially when the doctors said they’d be amputating your limbs
  • This was just another sign to you that Reaper would not love you, not want you, when the deed was said and done. You thought he’d finally throw you out like trash.
  • Honestly though, few things scared a man like him, but your silence did.
  • One day he was sitting next to you, and after a moment you felt a cold hand touch your shoulder gently. In the corner of your eye you saw that Reaper had removed his glove and was watching you seriously.
  • “Y/n..” he rasped. “I’m begging you. Please talk. Say anything. Please.”
  • Turning your face away slowly, you took a shuddering breath. “You should probably go,” you whispered. “You don’t want me like this. I’ll only hold you back.”
  • Reaper leapt to his feet, hands moving to make you look at him. Lifting away his mask, he stared at you in shock and anger and sadness.
  • “Don’t ever say such a thing. I don’t care about your prosthetic limbs, y/n. I care about you,” he said seriously.
  • “But how can you want me when I’m like this?” you challenged, tears stinging your eyes. How could you cry before a man who felt so little emotion half the time?
  • Shaking his head, Reaper moved to sit on the edge of the bed. His expression was open, full of remorse and love and protectiveness. “You don’t understand. y/n, your the only person who makes me feel alive, the only person who makes my heart beat. Prosthetics or no, that isn’t going to change.”
  • For a moment you could only stare, before you let out a soft noise and were surrounded in his arms again, as he held you protectively. You wondered if that was true, but that was more expression you’d seen on his face in a very long time.
  • Reaper helped you grow more comfortable with your limbs, and killed anyone who dared to comment on them.

Sombra

  • She fell in love with you after the accident that led to you getting prosthetics
  • You’ve had prosthetic limbs now for almost a year and have grown quite used to them. The only thing that bothered you was you never felt pretty with them. People seemed to avoid you, other then those you already knew
  • So when Sombra ended up facing you time and time again during missions, even when they were failures, she couldn’t help growing to admire you and even formed a bit of a crush
  • It sucked because Widowmaker made fun of her for liking you, but Sombra got fed up with it at one point and totally broke Widowmakers sniper.
  • That is how Sombra ended up coming to you and Overwatch, seeking protection. Protection of course was her being in a isolated room with bars.
  • Lucky for her, you ended up being her guard and Sombra couldn’t stop herself from flirting with you from day one. Half the time you wondered if she was joking, but Sombra was funny and kind of cute when she was maniacal.
  • One day you two were sitting back to back in the room, as at this point you trusted her. The two of you were playing gold fish, and she’d just won.
  • “Hey chica, want to make the next round interesting?” Sombra said with a wink. “Winner gets a kiss!” That way Sombra could get one no matter what
  • With a roll of your eyes, you started shuffling the deck. “You shouldn’t joke about stuff like that. You’ll make me think i have a shot,” you said, half bitter and then blinked when you realized what you said. You had a bit of a crush on her too, but you didn’t think she’d go for it.
  • “Of course you do. I’m not kidding.I’ll throw myself into your arms now if you want,” Sombra purred, glancing over her shoulder at you. It made you incredulous. Was she kidding?
  • “But why…?” You asked with a frown, turning to look at her.
  • “Because for one, your smoking hot. No joke,” Sombra said, twirling a purple strand around her finger as she looked at the wall across from her. “And for another…i admire your strength. I wish i was as strong as you. You don’t let your limbs stop you and you continue living life like its nothing.”
  • After a moment she turned and smiled almost shyly at you. You’d never really thought of it that way before.
  • Sombra really was kind of cute, you decided, and thought maybe it would work out…maybe she did like you. So, against the better judgement of your superiors, you ended up freeing Sombra and dating her all within the same day. Now you both have a very complicated life when it comes to work, but at the end of the day you know she’ll always be your girl

Widowmaker

  • For her its a bit more complicated
  • At the beginning of your relationship, it really wasn’t about love. Widowmaker hadn’t really felt emotion in a long time, so more or less you were a bit of a plaything, a fling
  • But slowly, the more time you two spent together, she felt herself slowly growing attached
  • In a scary way, it was like her emotions had returned to her, but dulled down.
  • So that moment when after two years of your odd relationship you ended up in an accident, Widowmaker was stunned by the overwhelming sense of panic and worry that consumed her at the thought that she might have lost you.
  • Amelie had joined you in the hospital and sat with you while you went through a series of tests and procedures. All the while she managed to keep her composure.
  • When you woke up to find your limbs amputated and replaced by prosthetics, you thought it was the end. You knew how your relationship had started. Widowmaker had loved pretty things to amuse her. But now…you weren’t even that.
  • So when you saw Widowmaker walk in, holding a tray of coffee and a beignet, you turned away. She was probably here to just cut it off. You didn’t realize she’d been sitting with you for eight whole days, worrying over you.
  • “You’re awake,” she had said slowly.
  • “Yes. Don’t worry, i can imagine what your going to say. It was fun while it lasted, right?” you whispered, not looking at her.
  • For a moment, she had not responded..before stalking over and grabbing your limb. Lifting it, Widowmaker had stared at you and in turn, you were shocked to see angry tears in your eyes.
  • “‘It was fun while it lasted’? Are you joking?” She snarled, her french accent thicker then usual. “Ma Cherie, i was so worried! How dare you, after i spent eight days worrying endlessly in the hospital with you, try and dismiss me like this. I have been so scared! How could you be so foolish?”
  • For a moment you gawked, because honestly her tears were more shocking then the prosthetic limbs you’d woken up with.
  • “B-but…but you…don’t like ugly things…” you said, not understanding.
  • “There is nothing ugly i can see in this room, ma cherie, and certainly not you! I do not care if you have prosthetic limbs or real ones, because it is the you who has captured my heart, not your body,” Widowmaker said, breathing hard. For a moment the two of you could only stare at each other, before Widowmaker pressed the most gentle of kisses to your lips.
  • “I am not leaving,” she says quietly, as if to reaffirm that. “I am not leaving now, nor will i ever. My dove, you have ensnared me in your web. I will never be able to leave, as I love you too much now.”
  • It stunned you, to hear that from her. All this time you wondered if she had ever grown to care for you at all. To know that she loved you…that you had brought life back into the dead heart of widowmaker…it was astonishing.
  • “I…I love you too,” you whispered, holding onto her as though without her, your heart might break.
Chamber of Secrets - Part 17

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: After the Avenger’s falling out, you were put in charge of putting Bucky together. Under King T’Challa’s orders, you were given a month’s time to create a new arm while simultaneously figure out how to get the triggering memories of his past out of his mind. As the time goes by, you found yourself confiding in him, despite his frozen state.

A/N: I’m back!!!!! I just submitted my final draft to my supervisor tonight and I’m celebrating with this! It feels great to have words flowing out smoothly again. I hope you guys enjoy this one. 

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Originally posted by wintersthighs

Pairing: Bucky / Reader

Warnings: Violence, fighting, some mentions of past abuse. 

Request: Could you please write a request based on the idea that Bucky is activated as the Winter Soldier and accidentally hurts his S/O then feels guilty and she has to convince him she’s alright. 

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He didn’t recognise you, there was none of the usual light in his eyes when he stared at you. The teasing twinkle or the love that warmed you to your toes, it was all gone. Wiped clean away and replaced instead by the dead coldness of the Winter Soldier. A machine created to do one simple task and right now that task was to kill you.

“Bucky?” you gasped out as his flesh hand tightened dangerously around your throat “Bucky please”

Still nothing as his grip continued to tighten, you clutched at his wrist with one hand and with the other grabbed the only thing in reach, your cereal bowl from only moments earlier. You smashed it into his head taking advantage of his momentary break in concentration to raise up your legs and kick with all your might.

Bucky stumbled back a few steps and dragging in lung full’s of air you rolled from the table landing on all fours as you scrambled away from him.

Tears were streaming down your face as you made for where the block of kitchen knives had fallen when Bucky had very first thrown you across the room.

You’d barely gotten hold of the end of one knife before Bucky grabbed your ankle pulling you back along the floor. You screamed as he spun you over slamming his metal fist into your right shoulder. You actually felt bone shatter and splinter as another scream ripped through you.

Through pain streaked vision you managed to lock eyes with him once more. “You have to see me Bucky. You have to remember who I am”

There was nothing not even a flicker as his hand came back up to your throat, the metal one this time. He was serious, he was actually going to kill you.

“I love you Bucky” you whispered, then with the last of your remaining strength you stabbed him. Pushed the blade of the chopping knife into his stomach.

Bucky’s eyes widened in shock at the sudden pain, you had no idea if it would be enough though because your swimming vision was starting to blink on and off. Your brain to starved of oxygen to stay awake any longer.

The next thing that filtered into your brain was beeping. Consistent and unending beeping. You could smell disinfectant and as your eyes blinked open you realised you were in fact in the med-bay of stark tower. You were alive because if you’d died you definitely wouldn’t still be in this much pain.

“Hey Y/N, you’re awake”

Managing to focus you found Natasha’s red hair and concerned face looking over at you from a chair next to your bed. “Nat?” your voice sound groggy and rough “what happened?”

She frowned “You don’t remember?”

You flinched as you tried to move and your shoulder grated “Bucky. He tried to kill me”

“Someone activated the Winter Soldier program” Natasha confirmed.

“Fuck Nat, I stabbed him! Is he ok?”

“He’s fine” she reassured you instantly. “Apart from reverting back to his usual pathological self-loathing he really is fine. Much better than you”

“the knife?”

“Disabled him enough that you lived” Natasha interrupted “he doesn’t blame you for that Y/N no one does”

You lapsed back into silence as the pain in your shoulder intensified, it was clearly well and truly broken. In fact, you were a little worried that it was broken beyond repair, you could remember quite clearly the feeling of your bones shattering into dust under the strength of the Winter Soldiers attack. “My shoulder Nat?” you asked quietly “Will it heal?”

She sighed reaching out and gripping your hand “It will heal”

“But?”

“But the doctors, they aren’t sure about how much mobility you’ll get back. The bone was completely shattered, it’s possible that even with physio and medical attention it might not heal well”

“Does Bucky know?”

Natasha shook her head at you “I’ve just told you that you might lose mobility in your shoulder and you’re still more worried about him?”

“He’ll blame himself, you know he will, and this wasn’t his fault. Someone triggered him on purpose. The Winter Soldier attacked me not Bucky”

Natasha was watching you curiously “he knows” she admitted eventually. “When he came around you were the only thing he was interested in. Made the doctors tell him about you before himself”

Something about that sentence was wrong, but what was it? “Wait, he remembers?”

“The pain, we think when you stabbed him it jolted him enough to get Bucky back, he managed to reinitiate FRIDAY and call for help”

So he knew, he knew what he had done and he was most likely blaming himself for everything and destroying himself about it. “I need to see him” you demanded trying to push yourself up but stopping halfway as the pain in your shoulder made you want to throw up.

“Easy” Natasha helped lower you back down. “Just take it easy”

Tears were starting to form in your eyes. “Nat you don’t understand; I have to tell him” you insisted “I have to tell him that it wasn’t his fault”

“Y/N he knows that”

“He won’t, you know he won’t”

“Alright well I’ll tell him ok?” she offered “I’ll tell him you don’t blame him, but you have to stay here and rest”

“But you’ll tell him Nat, promise me you’ll tell him”

“I swear” Once Natasha gave her word she kept it. It was one of the best things about her, she didn’t give it out all that often but when she did she meant it. “Now you have rest”

“Alright” it took you little time at all to let the heavy pain medication they must be pumping into you take effect and your eyes fluttered closed once more.

It had been a fortnight and you’d barely seen Bucky. You’d been out of the med-bay for a week and you knew he was avoiding you. Every time you entered a room he’d mysteriously just left. Even with training he was never in the gym at the same time as your physio sessions and he didn’t even eat meals with the team in case you might be there. It was starting to take guilt to a whole new level and you really weren’t appreciative of the silent treatment.

Eventually you couldn’t handle it anymore, if he wasn’t going to come to you then you’d just have to go to him. Marching up to the door of Bucky’s room in the tower you used your good hand to bang on the door. You knew he was there had it on good authority from Natasha that he rarely left the rooms anymore.

“Bucky! Open the door. I know you’re in there” nothing, not even the sound of footsteps. “James Buchannan Barnes I am not moving until you open this door!”

Finally, you heard footsteps stopping on the other side of the door. You could practically feel him stood there staring holes into the door.

“Please Buck, talk to me. I can’t deal with being ignored anymore”

“I’m not ignoring you” the door opened.

“You’re not even looking at me Bucky”

Very slowly he lifted his head, eyes meeting your own. All you could see was guilt, swimming around in endless circles. His eyes flicked to you still heavily bandaged shoulder and the instantly went back down to the floor. “Are you in pain?”

“Not really, I have some wonderful pain killers” you were trying to joke, trying to lighten the mood but it seemed to fall flat. “can I come in?”

“Of course” Bucky moved out of the doorway so you could come in, dropping down onto his sofa he came and sat on the other end as far away from you as he could get.

“Bucky we need to talk about this”

“There’s nothing to say Y/N. I tried to kill you. It’s not safe for you to be around me”

“You didn’t do this to me” you insisted making his eyes flick to your own again. “Bucky this wasn’t you, it was the Winter Soldier. There’s a difference”

“Y/N”

“No James” you inched forwards moving so you were sat closer to him, reaching out you laid a hand on his thigh. “Please don’t cut me out”

“It’s not safe Y/N, this is what this proved. I got out of control and you had to fucking stab me to stop me. As it is you might not get full movement back in your shoulder, what if it happens again and we’re not so lucky? I could actually kill you”

“Alright fine, you might kill me” you agreed “But I might also go out today and get hit by a bus”

“That’s not exactly a good comparison” Bucky insisted but your point seemed to have gotten through slightly as he was looking at you again and not at the floor.

“James surely it gets to be my choice if I want to be around you or not? It’s my life to risk”

“And my mind” he finally moved turning to frame you face with his flesh hand “I couldn’t live with myself if I actually hurt you, I’m barely coping with what I’ve already down to the woman I love”

You froze, he’d never said those words out loud before. “You love me?”

He froze as well eyes widening as he realised what he’d said, apparently he hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but he couldn’t exactly take it back either and pretend it had never happened.

“Yes” he eventually confessed “Yes I love you”

“I love you too” you smiled at him “we can get through this, we can get through it together”

He gave you a weak smile but at least it was better than guilt. “I don’t deserve you” he helped you awkwardly climb onto his lap so you could rest your head against his chest, his metal hand this time trailing up and down your back.

So fair enough you’d had to get him to almost kill you to finally admit that he loved you, which wasn’t the most conventional method but after all you weren’t the most conventional couple.

No More Secrets

In which Hopper finally reveals the final secret he had been keeping from Eleven. (Because let’s be honest, this shit should’ve been explored in season 2 and I need some Closure.)


Hopper sat at the small kitchen table, waiting for whatever El was making for him in the kitchen. They had just returned from an evening of eating leftover Thanksgiving turkey sandwiches and watching movies with the kids over at Joyce’s house. When they had returned, El had announced that she had a surprise for him. She had spent a lot time in the kitchen with Will during their visit, and Hopper wondered if it had anything to do with whatever she was doing in their kitchen now.

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing, kid?” Hopper asked, “I can help if you want.”

“No, I told you, it’s a surprise,” she said, “and no peeking.”

A few minutes later, El appeared beside him, carrying two mugs full of hot cocoa. As she set them on the table, he could see that she had even put tiny marshmallows on top. El looked at him expectantly.

“Well, aren’t you gonna try it?”

“Oh, yeah, of course.” Hopper had never been a hot cocoa guy. He preferred the strong bitterness of coffee, but he could tell how much this meant to El, so he gingerly took a small sip. Much to his surprise, it was actually pretty good. It wasn’t the overly sweet stuff he had come to expect from hot cocoa. There was an earthiness to it. He took a bigger sip.

“Damn kid, this is good. Where the hell did you learn to make this?”

“Will showed me today,” El replied with a hint of pride. She sat down in front of him, picking up her own mug. “I just wanted to do something nice for you. For letting me go to the Snow Ball.”

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You Clearly Don’t Understand. Play You.

(Or: Things that everybody thinks make Sherlock canonically straight but they really really really don’t and why don’t you see that, because it’s so beautiful!!!)

Apologies to my Doctor-Who followers for this ongoing Sherlock intermezzo, but I just need to vent a little longer: I. Loved. Series. Four!!! 

In particular, I loved The Final Problem. I loved Sherlock calling John family, I loved the smashing of the casket, the touching of non-existent glass, the air plane metaphor, Mycroft outside his comfort zone, etcetera etcetera etcetera. I loved the whole bloody thing.  

But my favourite, favourite moment was the one when Eurus asks Sherlock to “play you”. And he plays the theme of The Woman. 

Because it is the bravest thing Sherlock has ever done. And it makes this moment incredibly powerful. 

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Requested by @brbraisingcain

war veteran!reader specific. Starts out very serious and ends on a somewhat silly note because we’ve been too angsty here lately. This is a little sloppy because I wrote it in about ten minutes, but I was in the mood for speed-writing so this is what you get.


If the Doctor had ever asked you, you would have proudly told him that, yes, you had served. You were a soldier. You were one of those people who he sneered at because they held guns and took orders. You would have shoved your service record in his smug face when he acted like not using a gun or disliking salutes made him so morally superior. But he didn’t ask, so you didn’t say anything. You just waited for him to notice, and you knew the look on his face when he found out was going to be worth however long your silence lasted.

That said, the fact that the Doctor didn’t know about your military background was the only thing keeping you from slapping him. Both of him.

Well, there were three of him, at the moment. A future him and a past him. The future him, Eleven, was actually being less irksome than the present him, but they were both being rather difficult. And that was all because of the past him.

His past self, the Warrior, was achingly familiar to you. You liked him, too, as much as you liked every other version of him. And, as brusque as he acted, you had caught him shyly staring at you when he seemed to think you weren’t looking. They called him the Warrior, but all you saw was a man who just wanted the fighting to end.

And the Doctors were acting like it was all his fault. Their behavior wasn’t as surprising as it would have been if you didn’t already have the gist of their dynamic as different versions of the same man, but, oh, the anger you felt blindsided you. You hadn’t expected to feel like this, like there was fire in your chest, just because one Doctor sneered so derisively at another. But the anger was there, and you had to focus mainly on breathing evenly and not slapping either of the Doctors.

That got a little more difficult when you were all confined within a small space.

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there for you.

pairing: jungkook | reader + kim taehyung’s cameo appearance.

genre: soft angst / fluff ; boyfriend!au

word count: 1,212

author’s note: i know this isn’t a part of my wips mainly because i wrote it a couple of days ago and i wasn’t planning on posting it anytime soon but since life just sucks right now, i figured why not. i didn’t really edit it so forgive me in advance :)

summary: jungkook’s always going to be there for you. no matter what.

song: there for you by martin garrix & troye sivan

Originally posted by jengkook


Normal people, who don’t know Jungkook that well, might assume he’s fast asleep at 3AM in the morning.

You’re not one of those people.

With heavy footsteps and a beating heart, you approach his dorm room at approximately sixteen minutes past three in the morning. You knock, not once, not twice, but three times – a signal the pair of you came up with a few months after dating, which indicates three things: cuddles, playing with the other’s hair, and a comforting silence; or heartfelt talks with the moonlight shining through the windows and him rubbing soothing circles on your back. (He’ll know it’s you if you knock because ‘literally none of my friends knock the damn door.’)

It’s time for one of those heartfelt talks – where you vent out everything you’ve burried yourself in, where he listens closely and after you’re done, he gives his opinion on the matter.

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Owned - pt 9

Originally posted by hopeatuuli

The doctor wanted to see you both today, as soon as possible. Both of you, confused and silent on the way there.

You almost fell asleep once again in his arms until the driver announced that you were five minutes away.

“Good morning Doctor Lu, is everything okay?” Namjoon asked her.

“We hope so. I just got the test results back.” She flipped through some papers and circled a few words. “You’re not pregnant Mrs. Kim but these tests show signs of a serious issue.”

“How serious?” Namjoon questioned.

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Imagine your husband, Negan, comforting you and making you laugh to calm you down from your panic attack

(Wooo Negan being cute and himself of course XD Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)

You could feel it. Your breath growing shorter and harsher, your head spinning, the whole room getting smaller.

All of that from overthinking, about what? You couldn’t even remember really. One moment, you were right there along with the others women, the next you just didn’t felt right. Was it something they said? Something they did? A mixture of both perhaps, that had gotten you so perplexed and to the heart, you felt ill from all of it.

Trying to not think about them anymore, you carefully stood up and felt some arms and hands reaching to you. They were trying to help and assess the situation, thinking you would need it.

Feeling some restraints, you pulled away from them and try to get away. They persisted and panic set inside of you. You wanted to get away from them but you felt yourself weakening, only faintly begging them to stop.

Tears were forming and your breath was beyond unstable, you wanted to scream but nothing came out. Still you struggled to get away from any of them but suddenly you felt a firm grasp pulling you back.

“The fuck are you all doing?! That’s not a way to handle my Y/N!”

The harsh and loud tone, mixed with the cuss word instantly woke you up from your dazed and confused state. Your body pressed against his, made you look up as you realized your husband had been the one to bring you back.

“We’re sorry Negan…It’s just she seemed to be panicking and we wanted to help…”

“Yeah?! Well that’s not how you do it! You come over to me and tell me about it that’s how it’s done! None of you are qualified to calm her! If anything you’re all stressing the fuck out of her!”

At those words, everyone had gotten quiet and Negan pulled you along with him. You feebly followed him, hanging onto him as much your strength could handle.

He noticed your still unstable breathing and had walked at a slower pace to let you time to recollect yourself.

“Hey, babydoll…It’s okay…I’m here now…Take your time…”

His voice had completely change from earlier. He was much more soft spoken and seemed genuinely worried about the situation. Hearing him, made you nod in agreement and slowly you took a few deep breaths.

You slowly tried to stand up straighter and let go of him. However, with his hand wrapped around your forearm that clung to him, he didn’t let you a chance.

He didn’t want you to let go of him, in fact he wanted you to hold onto him as long as you could.

“We’re almost there…”, he said as you both stepped closer and closer to your shared bedroom.

You nodded and as you neared it, you felt yourself slowly calming down. He walked in the room and closed the door behind, locking it to make sure no one would come in and bother you both.

~~~~

It wasn’t the first time this happened, heck you had been like this since the first day you met him. Nonetheless, that didn’t stop him from seeing your bright and cheery mood and falling madly in love with you to the point where you were his only wife.

He sat you down by the bed and carefully let go of you to kneel right in front of you. He grabbed a hold of both your hands in his and reached over to hold your chin, making you look at him.

Your gaze became more and more focused on him as looked right back at you, all while trying to calm you down, as gently as he could.

“It’s alright baby…It’s just you and me here…Ain’t no one fucking with us…Ain’t no one’s going to fuck with us in fact…Only us afterwards…”

Slowly, your heart had stop beating crazily and started to stabilize itself. You nodded along and ended up calming yourself to see his grin.

He always had a silly face on no matter what, it seemed to you but nonetheless, you couldn’t deny that it was thanks to him you could calm yourself so peacefully.

“Breathe in and out…you know like most human beings here…Hold onto my hands tightly, cause really if you don’t i’m gonna jump right on you and take you right there…”

As you squeezed his hands, you couldn’t help but crack a smile and let out slight laughter. He was distracting you obviously with his humor all while helping you as much as he could.

“Your heart is slowly slowing down…Right just like it should be…otherwise i’m gonna have to get a real fucking doctor in here…”

It truly relieved you to hear him only and to be away from the crowd that had grown within the bar room.

~~~~

You both sat there for a while, you looking at him, him smirking at you. You could tell he wanted to talk but had stayed quiet to let you take your ease.

With things getting back to normal, you pulled his hands closer to yours. Noticing your still teary eyes, he made a move to wipe them off and got closer to you.

In a whisper, he asked you, “Babe, what’s wrong? What the hell did they do to freak you out like that?”

Looking down, you shook your head at him.

“Nothing…I-It was stupid…I think…”

“Stupid? Even more interesting please do tell…”

You chuckled again to hear him and just knew he was adding on to relieve your heart and mind. Truthfully, you knew you couldn’t hide it from for more time than this and would have to let them know.

He chuckled along with you and had gotten up to sit by your side, rubbing your back all while still holding one of your hands.

You took a deep breath and tried to brush off the problem as much as you could, not wanting it to be a bigger deal than your mind had made of it.

“I-It was some of the girls…I overheard some of them saying things about you and me…You know things like how I stole you with my body…and how-”

Cutting you off, he added incredulously, “You didn’t steal me!”

His eyes widening and utter shock, made your heart jump yet nonetheless smile even more.

~~~

Seeing how you smiled and how you looked at him, with that look that just screams “You’re an idiot”, he knew he had to keep it up and make you forget whatever had been on your mind.

“If anything I stole you first! I made the move! Sure you’re body helped but really the fucking thief here is me!”

His hold on you wasn’t as firm as earlier but turned into a fun kind of comfort as he ended up letting go of your back and only squeezed your hand.

You knew you could add on more to make it last longer and simply said, “True but that’s not what they think…It’s only me in their eyes…”

“Unbefuckinglievable! I can’t believe this shit!”

With a flair of dramatic, he had gotten to his feet and let go of you to exclaim loudly, making you let out your laughter.

He turned his back to you and started to point at you.

“Are you playing with me? Why are you laughing?”

As he looked at you, you couldn’t help but try to hold in your laughter as you shook your head in denial.

“No! I’m not joking that’s what they said! They…They also said…It was strange of you to only want me of all people…”

He scoffed. You, strange please he thought. Of anything you were the only there that understood him and his needs. As he looked at you smiling and acting shy, he felt his heart racing and remembered something else completely making him smirk.

He knew he had made the right choice to only have you as his partner in life and never had he regretted. Looking at you, just reminded him that and he had to let you know.

~~~

He walked back towards you and grabbed both your hands to kneel in front of you again.

In the most solemn tone, he said, “Y/N…In all seriousness though…Don’t listen to them…Sure you did kinda stole my fucking heart away from me…Like you ripped it out of my chest and kept it since but it’s just cause they’re jealous they didn’t get that chance…”

Understanding his meaning you nodded and your peace of mind was truly appeased, only he had to continue on to truly make you know how much you’re the only on that matters.

“They’re just jealous that their pussy didn’t impress me as much as yours did really if you think about it…Like by choosing you…It’s like a big “Your pussy ain’t shit compared to Y/N’s pussy” or no even better a big “I, Negan don’t even want your free offer of pussy, Y/N’s giving it to me good! Her pussy is the only one I need!” So really it’s all praises to you baby!“

At that you burst out into laughter and could see his funny point of view on things. He laughed along with you, thinking himself to be clever and funny as well.

Your stomach was hurting from how he delivered those silly remarks and truly you had to let go of him to hold your stomach to try and ease the pain.

~~~

His hands had dropped to your knees and legs as he let you have your happy moment.

Wiping your tears from the laughter, you grabbed his hand back and thanked him honestly.

"Thank you, honey…That was oddly sweet and kind of you…”

“You’re welcome…You don’t know ever need to feel bad about this whole thing…Just own it and tell them "Hell yeah I got him!” they’ll learn to let it go sooner or later!“

You nodded along and slowly felt him letting go of your hands.

Instead his hands dropped to your thighs and were slowly sliding to the side were he decided to rub you.

He inched closer and went to your waist to grip your pants.

"I’ll be honest babe…This whole talk about your pussy got me hard…You wouldn’t mind if I…If I took a taste out of it…”

It took you by surprised and feeling the huskiness in his sudden tone, you felt yourself getting warm at his suggestion.

Your mind went blank and you didn’t knew what to say but shrug.

“Oh come on…I want to…and plus you’ll feel even less stressed over this…I can promise you that…”

He winked, smirking as he continue to pull your pants down, only to make you want him and eagerly nod.


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 Request:  Can you do a Chris Beck x reader where Chris is teaching new NASA recruits and the reader is one of the students and they are both super attracted to each other and like smuuuttt please

Pairing: Dr. Chris Beck x Reader

Warnings: language, unprotected sex (please use condoms), mentions of hospital stay.

Originally posted by vibraniumdoll

Originally posted by my-dragons-fell-out

My first day as a NASA employee, you could say I’m nervous. But also so excited for this new chapter in my life. I was at a horrible time in my life, I was constantly sick for about 3 months, been to doctor to doctor to doctor, and no one seemed able to help me. I had given up hope, and the only person I was relying on more than anything, my boyfriend of 3 years, went ahead and cheated on me. And you know what makes it even worse? It was cliche, he was cheating on me with my best fucking friend, and I found out on the day I found out what was wrong with me. I had just found out I had sepsis, and they caught it just in time. I was hospitalised for 3 weeks while they pumped antibiotics and fluids, while battling depression. Neither him nor her came to see me once in the hospital. Once I got out I had a new lease on life, and so far I’ve never seen either of them again. I enrolled for the NASA recruit program, and I was accepted. I’m here today, about to met my instructor. I’ve met a few of the students, and they’re pretty cool so far.

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Light Sleeper

Rating: T
Chapter(s): 1/1
Relationship(s): Gabriel Reyes/Jack Morrison
Warnings: Disgusting Fluff (N/A)
Words: 1,670
Additional Tags: Soft Old Men, Naps, Snoring, Cuddles (Platonic and Romantic), THE USUAL APOSTAPAL FARE

Summary: Jack Morrison snores. Loudly. And no one’s sure how Gabriel Reyes, otherwise known as the grouchiest person ever woken up from a nap, puts up with it like he does. Not even him.

A/N: Taking a break from sucking at games to write the sleepy old men stuff I keep thinking about when I go into work in the mornings. See full title HERE.

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Alter Egos (pt. 4)

Anti struggles to get to his feet after being knocked off the raised nook and onto the floor far below. It’s a fight to get a breath into his stunned lungs, and when he finally gasps in sweet, book-scented air, Wilford Warfstache is dragging him to his feet and throwing him against of the giant, wooden shelves. “Who do you think you are coming in here and threatening people?”

“He was hidin’ Chase from us,” Anti says with an agitated grin. “Besides. I thought we were friends, Wilfster. What’s wrong with roughin’ up the babbling idiot?”

Wilford tosses Anti across the aisle into the adjacent bookshelves. “That babbling idiot is my best friend!”

Host descends the steps quickly. “Wilford! Stop it, now! The Host is fine!” Chase races down after the Host, eyes following Wilford’s arms to where he has Anti’s t-shirt gripped in his fists. The pink Ego is fighting back his murderous rage, visibly shaking with the effort, and when Host reaches him, he places a hand on Wilford’s shoulder and whispers something to him. Chase watches it all from a few feet away where he feels well-removed.

Wilford is terrifying, but Host doesn’t seem to mind. And once his words reach through to the angered Ego’s mind, Warfstache relaxes, releasing Anti with a sigh. Dr. Schneeplestein limps over from the corner of the library he was thrown to, and his blue eyes skitter away from Chase whenever he draws near. Anti just smirks. “The Doctor and his monster are reunited. Say Frankenstein, ya ready to blow this popsicle stand?”

Wilford jerks forward again, but Host grabs both his arms, holding him back. “Pick your battles, Wilford.”

Chase glances at the Doctor who flinches away and walks towards Anti, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him towards the elevator. “Let’s get out of here before something else happens.”

Anti lets Dr. Schneeplestein lead him along as he giggles and continues to taunt the others. “Ya know, Hosty, we weren’t trying to make a little hero.”

Host stands between Anti and Chase. “Stop, Anti.”

But the glitch continues with sick glee. “We wanted ta make a monster. Can’t have that little wimp following us around. We needed a monster to keep up with us!” Dr. Schneeplestein shoves Anti into the elevator.

“Come along soon, Chase. I think it is time that ve leave,” the Doctor calls back as the doors slide shut, and Chase takes the first real breath since he sent that electric shock out from his body.

Wilford tilts Host’s chin up, checking the cut again. “You’ll need to see Doc before long just to make sure you don’t need stitches and that it doesn’t get infected.” Warfstache, still full of pent-up aggression, draws his gun and fires it a few times in the air, causing Chase to jump.

“You did good, Will,” Host assures him. Then turning to Chase, “Chase will have to go soon. Will he be ok if the Egos leave Chase alone with Anti and Dr. Schneeplestein?”

Chase backs up against one of the bookshelves and tries to get his breathing under control. “I-I don’t know. My thoughts are all mixed up…”

Wilford puts the gun away, sure that it’s not helping the situation any and grips the hair at the back of his neck. “For what it’s worth, you really did save the Host. Google alerted me that Anti was headed back to the library, but I was busy trying to restrain Dark. If you hadn’t been here, I wouldn’t have made it in time to keep Anti from… well, you get the idea.”

Chase considers this for a moment before he mutters, “But they made me to be a monster, just like them.”

Host takes another step closer. “Chase needs to understand that Dr. Schneeplestein might’ve engineered him to be one way, but that doesn’t mean that Chase is cursed to that one path.” Host gestures from himself to Wilford. “Both Host and Wilford have to deal with their own inner demons, and they have to do so every day. That doesn’t make them monsters. It’s the choices they make each day that determine whether they will give in to the demons.”

Chase thinks back to the way Wilford had to hold himself back and the way the Host used his abilities to calm his friend rather than let him hurt even his enemy. Anti’s laugh and the Doctor’s measured words ring through Chase’s mind until he shakes his head. “I don’t want to be like them, not today and not ever.”

He smiles up at Host and Wilford with a new light in his bright blue eyes. “I think I’ll try to be a hero. Someone has to keep those two in check, after all.”

Wilford wiggles his mustache and quirks an eyebrow. “You knoooow… Silver Shepherd might have an extra super hero suit laying around…”

And that’s how a man made to be a monster chose to become a hero instead.

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anonymous asked:

Hey I've been absolutely loving your s/o with prosthetic limbs hcs. And since people seem to be requesting it in 4s could I request it with Reinhardt, McCree, Symmetra and Zenyetta, please?

Symmetra

  • The two of you were dating before the incident occurred
  • Symmetra had fallen for your cheesy lines and your ability to always look on the brighter side of things
  • Often you’d be helping her in her office as she worked on attempting to further the ability of her turrets
  • The two of you are one of the best combo teams Overwatch has seen in awhile
  • One day the two of you were in a mission, working back to back
  • Neither of you saw the bomb that rolled beneath between you. By the time you noticed, there was no way to escape. All you could do was throw yourself at Symmetra and cover her as the bomb went off
  • Symmetra was scared to death. The burns covering your back and limbs were severe
  • The doctors you that due to how bad the burns were, they couldn’t save the tissue or muscles of your limbs and most of them would have to be amputated
  • You were having a lot of mixed feelings about this and learning that you’d need prosthetic limbs. Not a lot of those feelings were good but prosthetics worked for many of your friends…
  • Symmetra was distraught, hating herself for not having seen the bomb, for not having protected you
  • “This is all my fault. You could have died. I could have..” Symmetra covered her mouth, tears filling her eyes as she stood at your bedside. “I could have lost you.”
  • The shock of knowing you’d be limbless soon meant nothing compared to seeing your Satya cry. 
  • “Baby, this is our line of business. You know we don’t go into it thinking that this stuff couldn’t happen. And Satya, love, you can’t protect me from everything. You can’t DO everything and expect to take the blame when there’s a minor issue,” you murmured gently, wanting to hold her but unable to.
  • “Minor? If i had known, you wouldn’t be in the hospital right now! You don’t get it-I…I don’t know what I’d do without you anymore…” Symmetra whispers. She wasn’t the type to show dependency but it was clear that in her way, she was trying to say that you were the only thing she could count on.
  • “I’ll get prosthetics,” you reassured her. “All of them will be approved by you, of course. Satya, I love you. I promise, it’ll be okay. I’m not going anywhere-ever.”
  • With a sniffle, Symmetra had nodded and layed her head on your arm, eyes closed as she tried to calm herself.
  • In a way, as you comforted her, you found that your own words made you feel better. It was knowing that Satya would always be here, needing you, made all of this worth it. For her, you’d do anything.

McCree

  • The two of you started dating after the incident that took your limbs
  • You two had been friends a really long time, since shortly after he’d joined Blackwatch back in the day
  • Jesse had grown very attached and even fallen head over heels for you. Unfortunately, it had taken much longer for your feelings to become mutual
  • And since Jesse had never been serious about a girl before, he’d kinda screwed it up by never asking you out
  • When the incident occurred, Jesse was called during a mission to be told you were in the hospital. Without a second thought, he left the mission and handed the leadership to another member
  • Jesse was there within two hours, running through the hospital in his gear still, bursting into your medical room
  • You laid there in the bed, staring out the window. There were bruises across your cheek and shoulders, just visible under the hospital gown. For a moment he did a double take as he stared at the metal he noticed gleaming where your arms would be…
  • “Y/N…what…what happened?” Jesse asked, striding over to the bed and pulling back the cover a bit. It was a prosthetic limb. His heart sank as he realized that you had ALL prosthetic limbs. What had happened to you?
  • “A mission went badly. It was a few days ago,” You said numbly. “I asked them not to tell you. I didn’t want to worry you. But Ana insisted you know today.”\
  • Anger burned in his belly, toiling with the worry and pain at seeing you so devoid of life. This was not the person he’d fallen for. Where had that cheery smile gone?
  • “You should have called me sooner. They told me and i was worried sick-”
  • “Jesse,” you said slowly. “I don’t want this. I don’t want prosthetic limbs.” When you looked at him with those tears cascading down your cheeks, his heart broke. “Who would love someone who’s only half of a person?
  • Sitting on the edge of the bed, Jesse gripped your shoulders firmly. “Don’t say such nonsense. Your not half of a person. Prosthetic limbs don’t make you any less of the person you were before.”
  • Shaking your head, you stared at him, sniffling. “No one wants a deformed girl like me. No one is going to love me, McCree. I’m never going to have a family or settle down because everyone will think I’m too hideous-”
  • “I love you!” Jesse blurted, and silence fell between the both of you. It hadn’t meant to come out now but to hear you say such things, when he loved you so whole-heartedly…
  • “I love you,” Jesse repeated. “I have for a long time. And the fact that you have prosthetic limbs doesn’t make you any less beautiful to me, y/n. Seeing what you’ve gone through just makes me love you more, because your such a strong person to deal with it as well as you have.”
  • For a moment you could do nothing but stare. Did he mean that? Jesse McCree…loved you? The thought sent a slight thrill through you, and your brain tried to register the fact that he was confessing his love while you were here, like this..a complete mess
  • “Darlin’, i’m not leaving,” Jesse said, cupping your cheek tenderly in a calloused hand. “Please…give me a shot. Let me show you how much i love you. Let me show you that these prosthetics can’t and won’t ever stop me from lovin’ you.”
  • Sniffling again, you nodded. And thats the story of how you two began dating.

Reinhardt

  • The two of you have been married for a few years
  • Reinhardt is probably a good ten or fifteen years older, but that didn’t stop you from loving him. He was honestly more embarrassed about his age then you were
  • Plus, he hardly looked that old
  • Reinhardt was the biggest sweetheart you knew. He was kind to everyone and had a way of making others smile, and that was what had first drawn you to him.
  • When disease took your limbs, you found yourself bedridden. The doctors had told you that even if you got prosthetic limbs, the chances were that you’d only have another five-seven years to spend with him
  • Reinhardt was heart broken. He loved you so much and so to hear that only after four years of marriage that he’d be losing you so soon…
  • You sunny disposition disappeared. The doctors said half those days you might feel unwell, and that as time went on the disease would only worsen. Death scared you, but not as much as the thought of being a burden to Reinhardt or him leaving you
  • Reinhardt didn’t falter in the slightest. When you needed something, he got it for you. He tried to encourage you to test out your new prosthetics. He took time off to spend at home with you to help you recover.
  • One day you took his hand in a prosthetic hand, turning it palm up. His hands were so huge…
  • “Reinhardt…I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry,” you whispered. “I want you to know that…you are not obligated to care for me. You are still healthy, and alive and strong. You should go, live your life as if I’m not here. I can only be a burden for you.”
  • Reinhardt looked offended, before cupping your face in his large hands with the utmost care.
  • “Y/n, do not speak such nonsense. When we took our vows, I promised you that in sickness or in health, till death do we part, that i would love you. This, all of this, has not made me love you less,” Reinhardt said gently, thumbs stroking the tears from your eyes.
  • “But i’m just holding you back. Didn’t you hear them? I can only get worse and worse..” you let out a soft sob.
  • Shaking his head, Reinhardt kissed your forehead.
  • “If it gets worse and worse, then i will still be there. Knowing we have less time does not make me love you less, but only helps me cherish the time we spend together more. It makes me look back on the last 4 years in a new light and honestly, if i had known this would happen back then..i still wouldn’t change you for the world,” Reinhardt murmured, his words falling in and out of his native tongue.
  • You couldn’t understand why he’d do that to himself, but you knew that if it were reversed, you’d be at his bedside too, loving and caring for him without a second thought.
  • Sniffling, you pressed your foreheads together and took a deep breath.
  • “Will…will you help me from the bed?” you whispered.
  • “Anything for you, my love,” Reinhardt said gently.

Zenyatta

  • The two of you were dating before the incident
  • It was really rather cute because Zenyatta was actually rather shy
  • He wasn’t always sure how to process his love for you, because he was never sure if he was wooing you properly
  • Once in awhile, he’d go ask Mercy or D.va for advice on how to be romantic and presents that you’d like
  • It turned out that when he presented you with beautiful gifts, you’d giggle because he’d always stammer over his words
  • When the incident occurred, you’d been dating for 7 months. Zenyatta was there in a heartbeat, holding your lifeless hand as you numbly listened to the doctors tell you that your limbs weren’t salvagable.
  • “Isn’t there another way? I…” you were so scared. You couldn’t help looking to Zenyatta, needing to know that this was going to be okay. It made you wonder, would he still want you if you were different? What had made him love you in the first place?
  • “My dear, i think we should do as the doctor says. Your health is of greater importance,” Zenyatta said gently, gently stroking your hand and arm. Neither moved, and he wondered what your new arm would look like, but knew better then to ask.
  • Feeling like you had no choice, you agreed. Zenyatta held you later that night when you cried, but he wasn’t sure how to comfort you. He asked Mercy and Genji and others as to how to make you feel better, for it make his circuits hurt to see you so upset
  • All they could say was that supporting you would likely help
  • The night after the surgery, the two of you were sitting up in bed. You were slowly flexing and unflexing your hand, your prosthetic legs crossed. Zenyatta decided that other then it being metal, it seemed no different from your original limb.
  • “Zenyatta…” you asked hesitantly, staring down at your limb. Tilting his head, Zenyatta stopped folding a blanket and looked at you. “You…you aren’t going to leave, are you?”
  • Confusion filled Zenyatta. “Why would i leave, my love? Did i do something wrong?” Zenyatta asked, not understanding the reason behind it.
  • Shaking your head, you slowly reached over and took his hand. The limbs felt so strange to you…
  • “I’m just afraid that…that you’ll decide you don’t want me now…”
  • “Because of these limbs? Y/N, i do not love you for your body, though i will say that your cuteness is ‘off the charts’,” Zenyatta quotes. “But i love the woman inside the body. Nothing could make me love you less. I think you look the same as you did before, and even if you didn’t, it is that smile and the person i see within that truly has my heart.”
  • You couldn’t help the giggle at his cute quote, knowing it was likely something he’d heard D.va say. But Zenyatta had sounded sincere and he was not one to lie.
  • To know he loved you no matter how you looked put you at ease, and slowly you found yourself noticing no difference between your flesh and metal limbs.
  • In the end though, it really was his support that helped your body and mind heal you. He really was a one of a kind omnic.
Rose Tyler: Defender of the Earth

During July, my Meta Monday posts will all be about Doomsday. Today I’m tackling a popular fanon and explaining why I don’t subscribe to it. 

I discovered when I started writing fanfic that a lot of people believe Rose only fell because the Doctor tricked her into going to Pete’s World. The thought is that if she hadn’t taken a second round trip through the Void, she would’ve been able to hold onto the lever the few extra seconds necessary to stay in our universe with the Doctor.

On the surface, that’s a plausible idea. Additionally, it plays into the recurring theme in Ten’s run of him overreaching–arrogantly making choices for someone else–and that having serious consequences. (If you think about it, the Master only had an opening to become Prime Minister because the Doctor had deposed Harriet Jones…) 

So why do I reject this headcanon? Two main reasons–the narrative doesn’t support it, and it diminishes Rose’s role in Doomsday. 

Originally posted by z-little-watermelon

If the cause of Rose’s fall is the extra Void stuff she collected on that second trip, then there’s no reason for her to let go of her clamp. That entire sequence with the lever shifting to offline and Rose letting go of the clamp to push it up again is absolutely unnecessary if she was going to fall because of the Void stuff. 

When you only have 45 minutes of screen time, you focus on the part of the story that matters. The episode gives no screen time to the idea that Rose’s fall is a direct result of the Doctor’s actions. There’s no line from the Doctor about it being his fault, how Rose would have been able to hold on if she’d had just a little less Void stuff on her. 

In contrast, there’s a full minute devoted to her lever moving offline, the struggle to reach it and push it back up, and her subsequent fall. In the middle of an action scene, anything that gets a minute of screen time is The Point of the scene. If RTD wanted us to believe Rose’s fall was the Doctor’s fault, he’d have been better served using that minute later in the goodbye scene for some sort of line from the Doctor, as I mentioned above.

“But Nancy, if that’s true, what’s the narrative point of the Doctor sending Rose back to Pete’s World? If that didn’t happen just to make it possible for her to fall, why did he do that?” 

Good question! And one with two answers. 

  1. That’s a character moment. The Doctor has a pattern of making choices for Rose to keep her safe. This is very much in character for him. 
  2. Rose’s choice to immediately come back raises the stakes for the conclusion. She tells the Doctor that she’s never going to leave him. She’s determined. Being with the Doctor is the life she’s chosen, and nothing will sway her from that. Then less than ten minutes later, she has to decide between staying with the Doctor, or saving the Earth. She has to decide, in essence, to break her promise to him. 

Originally posted by faithful-viewer

And now we come to the other reason I dislike this particular bit of fanon. It strips Rose of all her agency in a scene that should be a powerful choice that she makes

If Rose falls because of the Doctor’s actions instead of her choice, then her sacrifice is empty. She was always going to fall anyway, so what does it matter that she chose to let to go of the clamp?

That clamp represented safety. When she pointed out to the Doctor that they’d all be pulled in because they all had Void stuff, he held up a clamp and said he’d just hold on tight. The implication is clear: the clamp will keep them safe. And to reinforce that message, Rose doesn’t really struggle at all to hold on when she’s got her arm latches around the clamp. It’s not until she chooses to let go of safety that her fate is sealed.

Originally posted by lastbluetardis

The power of Doomsday’s climax comes from Rose’s choices and sacrifice. She’s sent to safety once, and she comes back because she chooses the Doctor over safety. And then when she’s given a second chance at safety–the clamp–she lets go of it when the choice is between her safety, or saving the Earth. 

This is her “I could save the world, but lose you” moment. Just like the Doctor in World War Three, she has the obvious means to save the world, at her fingertips. And just like him, she knows that saving the world will mean losing him–though in this sense it’s metaphorical. The Doctor won’t die if she saves the world, but they will lose their life together. 

And notice that Rose is stronger than the Doctor in both scenes. In World War Three, she is the one who accepts those consequences and tells him to do it. In Doomsday, as soon as her lever clicks into the offline position, the Doctor begs her to hold on. He knows the options as well as she does, and he can see the decision on her face. Instead of offering unwavering support like Rose did, he begs her to choose her own life. 

When it comes to a choice between Rose and the universe, Rose is always more accepting of the consequences than the Doctor. 

Rose willingly lets go of the clamp that had been holding her in this universe, with the Doctor, because she knows it is the only way to save the Earth. She falls as a direct result of that choice, which makes her loss a sacrifice she chose. 

If we make this scene all about the Doctor’s actions, we strip her of her agency in the middle of her most powerful scene. A Rose who was always doomed to fall to Pete’s World because of the Doctor’s trick never had a chance to stay, which means it doesn’t matter what choice she made when the lever moved to offline. 

In a way, I understand the appeal of this headcanon. It adds more pain to the Doctor’s thoughts and self-recrimination later, if he can blame the whole thing on himself. But outside of the fact that I doubt he had any problem blaming it all on himself regardless (that’s one of his superpowers), I really don’t like where that train of thought takes us. 

Do you want to strip the female main character of her agency in order to cause more pain for the male main character? 

Outside of the narrative reasons, which I believe are compelling evidence that this was not the intent in the script, this is why I reject this headcanon. It takes a key scene in Rose’s life and makes it about his pain instead of her choices, and that is the exact opposite of what I love about Rose Tyler. 

Originally posted by rosetylerblog

She’s the Defender of the Earth.

whizeacres  asked:

Congratulations on 500!! Sorry about the vague and nondescript prompt but I would LOVE to see your take on an idea I had yesterday. Basically it's Harry & Draco as Hogwarts professors and they were the only two staff members to get the train to Hogwarts (obvs before he students) and they end up sharing a cabin on the train and you can make it cute or angsty or whatever you feel like , I would just love to see YOU write this :) x

Is it bad form to answer an ask with a 3.7k word response? Probably. Oh well! I really hope you enjoy this (it took me long enough to finish. I’m going to cross-post this on ao3, so the link should be here.

Without further ado, here you go!


For the millionth time since leaving the Headmistress’ office in May, Harry wondered if he was doing the right thing. It wasn’t as if he’s had much choice however, as he was incapable of saying no to his old professor.

He never intended on becoming a professor. He’d had enough terrible ones in his time at Hogwarts that he was turned off from the profession. But again, after his accident, he’d had little choice. Three years of Auror training and two years in the field had left Harry with nothing but nightmares, lingering depression, and a half-working leg.

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