#im still Me im still Here im just!!! healing!!!!! that spark inside of me isnt dead its just Healing!!!!!

[frecklystars]

Just finished a bartending shift and I’m so excited to use this money for more Barbie tickets. Looping Ken's gorgeous song I'M JUST KENNNNN (♫ AND I'M ENOUGH. AND I'M GREAT AT DOING STUFF ♪) about to jump into the car and drive to see the barbie movie again, because why the hell not!!!! I haven't felt this safe around any F/Os in so long, Barbie and Ken are fucking holding my hand through all of the bullshit and loving me so fully and making me feel somewhat like a person again

[angelofhell-666]

“That’s my granddaughter Buck...” Part 3

part 1 here https://angelofhell-666.tumblr.com/post/189929317346/thats-my-granddaughter-buck

Part 2 here https://angelofhell-666.tumblr.com/post/189950538796/thats-my-granddaughter-buck-part-2

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Bucky x reader and steve rogers x granddaughter reader

(This will become a series.this is just the beginning of it. will be more towards falcon and winter soldier line. obviously since the show isnt out im going to improvise and write my own series. hope you all enjoy it.)

It felt like I was fighting for days and I thought it was never going to end. They tried to get the stones back into some crappy van but then it got destroyed. I was fighting next to some spider kid when all of a sudden there was an uncomfortable silence. We look over to where the big ugly purple guy was and I saw Tony Stark on his knees with his fist in the air. Oh no.

Then all of a sudden he snaps his fingers and there’s this blinding light.

The spider kid swings his way over to Tony as he propped himself up against something.

Then two more people appear to be by him as the women in the iron suit moves the kid out of the way. I jog my way over to see if there’s anything I can do to help.

In front of me standing is the original avengers looking down at Tony. I spot my pops and make my way behind him. Not to close. I feel another body come and stand next to me.

Seeing this scene in front of me I can’t help but form tears in my eyes.

I feel a hand on shoulder and I look over and see it’s Bucky. He doesn’t make eye contact with me. We both just stand there not knowing what to do.

After everything settled a couple hours later, doctor strange started to open up portals so everyone can go back to their homes or planets.

I stood from the boulder I was sitting on to get ready for Doctor Stranger to open up my portal when I hear footsteps approaching me.

“Running off in such a hurry?” I hear my younger gramps voice from behind.

I smirk and turn to face him, “Yea, I got an old man at home to take care of.”

He must notice my left hand clutching my side when he looks down at it and nods, “Shouldn’t you get that fixed up first before you leave?”

I looked down at my side and see my hand covered in blood. “Eh.. it’ll heal pretty fast.”

“You said earlier you had the serum…like Buck and I. Did hydra do that to you?”

I shook my head, “Nah. My dumbass grandfather had the serum and it skipped a generation and I was lucky enough to get it.” I laughed.

“I guess that makes you one lucky person.” He smiled.

“Yea it has it’s perks. He feels bad about it though. But it’s not like he would have known.”

“He’s one lucky guy to have a grand daughter like you. Willing to help a bunch of people who you’ve never met.” He had a soft smile but then got serious. “You could have really gotten yourself hurt. More than just a stab wound.”

“Yea well…it’s a price I’m willing to take in order to save a lot of lives.” I gave him a soft smile.

He looked at me with a confused face and squinting eye’s like he was trying to piece something together. Then before he could say anything Bucky and Sam come over.

“Hey thanks for the save back there. Even though we had it under control…” Bucky smirked. I wonder if he knew he had such a nice smile.

“Man, if that’s what you call under control…I never wanna be around you guys again.” I laughed.

Sam spoke up, “I saw what you did from up above. That’s some pretty cool lightening powers you have. What do you call yourself?”

Before I could say anything Doctor Strange comes over, “You ready to go back kid?”

“I’m 22 not a kid.” I looked at him rolling my eyes.

“Right.” He said as he moved his hands and opened a portal for me to get back home.

“Well it was nice meeting you boys, but I gotta get home.”

“Will we ever see you again?” Bucky spoke up.

“I sure hope so.” I said as I locked eyes with his grey ones.

“It was nice meeting you. And thank you for helping us.” Gramps stuck his hand out for me to shake.

I looked at him and saw so much tiredness and tears in his eyes from the days event. I haven’t even thought about how he could be feeling with losing one of his closest friends.

I know gramps will kill me but I pushed his hand away as I walked up to him and gave him a bone gripping hug.

He was hesitant at first but actually hugged me back.

“Everything will be okay gramps” I whispered into his chest.

I released him from the hug and stepped back and looked towards Bucky and Sam.

“see ya around birdman and mullet head.” I said as I laughed and turned on my heels towards my portal.

“Wait we never got your name!” I heard Bucky yell.

I stepped through the portal and turned, “It’s Sparky.”

And with that I smiled and the portal was gone.

Bucky’s POV

“Wait we never got your name!” I yelled towards her.

As she turned her long H/C hair moved to the side and she let out one of those beautiful smiles.

“It’s Sparky” and just like that the portal was gone.

Sam spoke up, “Man shes got Spark huh? She called you mullet head!” he was hunched over laughing.

Steve actually chuckled and looked down.

“Hey man at least im not birdman.” I told him.

Sam was still laughing, “Yea but mullet head is so much worse. I really hope to see Sparky again.”

Steve laughed and whispered , “Sparky…”

Steve spoke up, “Was there something familiar about her?” he turned to me.

“I’m not sure. I didn’t talk to her long enough. Why you think you’ve seen her before?”

“I’m not sure. Maybe.” Steve turned and started to walk away.

I glanced over to where the portal disappeared from. I really hope I do get to see her again.

Sam finally stopped laughing. “You wanna look for her? She would be a great person to have on our team.”

“Yea. She would be a good asset to the team.” I said softly still staring at where she once stood.

“Beautiful one at that to.” Sam winked at me. “I saw the way you looked at her. That’s a man seeing love at first sight.”

I scoffed and turned to walk away, “Whatever birdman.”

Y/N POV

The portal disappeared behind me. He put me in the backyard of gramps house. I sighed as I started to walk towards the back sliding glass door.

I opened the door and before I stepped inside I took my boots off and left them on the matt inside. I shut the door behind me and made my way to the living room where hopefully gramps was.

“Y/N, is that you?” I heard him speak up as I heard the tv shut off.

“Yea it’s me old man.” I said.

“I told you to stop calling me that.” I heard him giggle.

I walked into the room and sat down on the couch next to him.

“Yea but your what? Almost two hundred years old now?”I leaned my head on his shoulder.

“Yea but still.” He spoke as he grabbed my hand to hold it. “You okay Sparky?”

I laughed. ”I’m okay. I got stabbed in my side but it’ll heal.” I shut my eyes.

After a moment of silence gramps spoke up. “You better not get blood on the couch.”

I laughed, “I’ll go shower and change quick.” I got up and went to the bathroom and started the shower.

I took the longest shower ever as I tried to scrub the dirt and blood off my body.

When I was dressed and all dried off I left the bathroom and headed back into the living room. I noticed he wasn’t there and I looked at the time and it was almost 7pm.

I heard noise in the kitchen and saw that he was making soup and grilled cheese.

I sat down at the breakfast bar. “so I was gone for five years huh?”

He shook his head. “I told you I would be okay.”

He turned and poured soup into two bowls and put a plate full of multiple sand whiches on the counter.

He walked around and sat down next to me. “I’m really glad you are okay gramps.” I turned to him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

“Soo…mullet head and birdman?” he laughed.

“You remember that?” I let out a laugh.

“How could you not. Right after you left that’s what they called each other. It was funny.” Then he took a bit of his grilled cheese.

I ripped apart my grilled cheese and put it in my tomato soup. “Did you have any clue that was me?”

“No I didn’t. Not until you grew older and I noticed that you looked like her….well you.” He ate a spoonful of soup. “Then when you started to get those lightning bolts, your grandmother called you sparky, and that’s when your nickname stuck.”

We finished eating and I took both our dishes and cleaned them and the counter. He went back into the living room and sat down on the couch. When I was finished I went and sat back down next to him.

The tv was still off and he was reading a book. Even though I was gone for five years I just wanted to sit here and relax. I put my head down on the arm rest and tucked my feet under his blanket he had on his lap.

My mind started to go back to Bucky. Even though he was gramps best friend growing up and around 100 years old, he was the most handsome man ever. Every time we locked eyes I had these butterflies in my stomach.there was something about him that made me want to go back to him.

I shut my eyes and spoke up, “Hey gramps.”

“Hmm” he didn’t move his eyes from his book.

“I love ya.”

“I love ya too Sparky.”

[scaryscarecrows]

Roots and Leaves, Pt. 8

All done!

“-son. Master Jason.”

Fuck, Alfred’s dead? The end is extremely fucking nigh.

But, if he’s going to be selfish (which got him into this, you’d think he’d learn)…at least he has company in…wherever this is.

His hands still hurt, though, which he finds very unfair.

“You are no better at feigning unconsciousness than you were at fifteen, sir.”

He’s not tryin’ to…

Why does Death look like his old bedroom. Is this some sorta ‘ease into it’ area?

“There you are.”

“Alfie?”

Alfred hasn’t changed one bit. Jason will bet that his mustache hasn’t even grown, or shed a hair, or anything.

“How are you-”

Alfred.

He hugs him and he hasn’t changed, not one goddamn bit. Alfred hugs him back, one hand cupping his neck and the other moving firmly up and down his spine. Alfred’s here, everything’s gonna be okay, at least for another minute…

The hand on his spine moves and his head’s tilted up with a soft, “Oh, my boy.”

It’s over. Any dignity he had is gone. He presses his face against Alfred’s chest (fabric softener Earl Grey home) and doesn’t even try to pretend he’s not crying. He’s never been able to keep anything from Alfred anyway.

“M’sorry.”

“Oh, my boy,” Alfred says again, and those sturdy hands press against his head and neck. “There is nothing to apologise for.”

He tries to take a few deep breaths, to get himself under control for fuck’s sake, and can’t. He can’t do it anymore.

But Alfred is a literal saint, and he doesn’t try to coax him to talk or to sit up or to do anything at all, even after his jacket must be soaked through. He just sits there, marginally more slumped than he usually is, and rubs a hand in slow, steady circles over Jason’s shoulders.

At some point, he senses a presence in the doorway, but before he can straighten up it’s gone again and now, without that motivation, it’s easier to just stay here where it’s safe and warm.

He eventually runs out of tears but his face is now wet and swollen and hot. His nose feels like it’s swollen shut and he’s been reduced to careful, thought-out breaths that rattle in his throat and burn in his chest. Sitting up is too much work.

Alfred props him up anyway and rubs a cool washcloth over his face before letting him take it and hold it against his now-puffy eyelids.

“That’s it, Master Jason.” If Bruce is Sherlock Holmes, then Alfred is Watson. They don’t deserve him. “That’s it. Deep breaths, there we are.”

“M’sorry, Alfie,” he forces out, voice strangled. “M’sorry-”

“That’s enough of that.”

“But-”

“I won’t hear any more of that.” Oh, boy. That’s the ‘you’re on thin ice and should just shut up’ voice. Even now, it’s scary and he doesn’t have the courage to go against it.

A straw presses against his lips-limeade-and Alfred continues, a little gentler now, “I cannot imagine that you purposefully buried yourself for any reason, Master Jason. Am I correct?”

He laughs. He can’t help it. It sounds so nice put like that.

“No. No, I…I didn’t. I didn’t.” He is not going to start crying again. He refuses. Sheila flashes behind his eyes, blonde and blue and red, and he presses the washcloth down hard enough to hurt. “I…she s-said. She said she was out. Sh-she said she was out, Alfred, I thought…just once…”

“From the beginning, Master Jason.” Calm, but making it very clear that he doesn’t have a choice. “Who is ‘she’?”

He swallows, knows he’s imagining something squirming at the back of his throat. Alfred waits.

“Sheila Haywood,” he finally whispers. “I…Bruce’s files…she might have been my mother.”

He doesn’t have to look to know Alfred’s got that little frown between his eyebrows, the one that says he’s deeply upset. Jason presses the washcloth tighter against his eyes, sparking colors, and his wrist is tugged at until the colors die off.

“I just…she approached me, Alfie, I swear, I didn’t…I just thought…” He swallows again, forces himself to let the washcloth fall to his lap. “M’tired of bein’ second choice, Alfred.”

He doesn’t have time to brace himself before he’s pulled back down and somehow…folded…so that he’s tucked against Alfred’s chest like he’s thirteen again and still fits.

“Jason Peter Todd,” Aw, shit. “you have never been second choice, do you understand?”

But…

Look. He’s very well aware that he wouldn’t be here if Dick hadn’t had that fallout with Bruce. And oh, boy, has he ever learned the Joys of Being the Second Child-‘Dick did this’, ‘Dick did that’, and on and on and on. He’s come to terms with that fact, it’s fine, whatever.

But arguing that point (or any point) with Alfred is a Bad Idea.

And. And he’s here, now, because Bruce…Bruce came to pick him up, when he asked. So. That means something, doesn’t it?

His head hurts.

Alfred sighs at his non-answer but lets it go for the time being.

“What happened with Miss Haywood?”

He’s not moving. He’s staying right here until this is all over.

“Some moron tried to hold up the grocery store…”

* * *

Jason feigns sleep for the rest of the day, until Bruce is out on patrol. Sneaking past the Batman isn’t impossible, but it’s definitely hard and with his hands almost completely useless, well…

The last thing he wants or needs is a lecture on Trust and Rushing Into Things and Dammit, Jason, This is What Got You Captured by the Joker. He knows that, thanks, Bruce.

(And yeah, okay, he knows lectures are Bruce’s way of saying I Love You, but some people swear a punch to the face is an I Love You, so.)

Sneaking past Alfred, on the other hand…now that really is impossible.

He’s halfway down the stairs when there’s an irritated, “A-HEM,” from behind him. Crap.

“I was thirsty?”

Alfred gets this expression that Jason will swear means he’s envisioning smacking him upside the head with a rolled-up newspaper. Yeah. Okay. Game’s up.

“I just…I need some time,” he says, eyes fixed on a knot in the wooden banister. “I can’t face him, Alfred, not now.”

Not for a long time, probably. Not without a massive blow-up on both sides and it’s better if no one else is around to be caught in that crossfire.

And besides. Right now, he just…his apartment may be kinda crappy, but it’s not haunted by a stupid kid who swore up and down that

“Being Robin gives me magic!”

“This is the best day of my life.”

There’s too many ghosts in this house.

Alfred comes forward and pats his shoulder.

“At least permit me to provide you with a few easy-to-reheat meals.”

“I’m okay-”

“Humor an old man.”

That is a trap. That is a trap, it’s just better to nod and neither protest or nor agree. And he’s got time, before Bruce gets back.

“Thanks, Alfred.”

“Hm.”

He’s ushered towards the kitchen. It hasn’t changed a bit-still homey and warm and with those same comfy stools by the counter. He remembers having after-school snacks there and chattering a mile a minute about ‘so Mister Pierce set his desk on fire in chemistry and it was so cool I gotta try that y’think B’ll let me-?’

“If I hear one word about you being out before those hands have healed, there is no power on Heaven or Earth that will spare you, is that clear?”

He believes. He believes.

“Yeah.”

“Good.” An icebox appears out of nowhere. “Do you need a ride?”

“No, I, uh…I called an Uber. I didn’t think I could drive.”

“Wise choice.” Alfred sets the icebox down and grips Jason’s arms. “You will always have a home with us, Master Jason. Remember that.”

He is not going to start crying again. He is not.

“Thanks, Alfred.”

* * *

The Uber guy is more interested in his radio than in Jason and that’s just fine. It means he’s not going to pester him, which means that he can twist around to watch Wayne Manor shrink into the distance through back window.

When he gets home, he opens his e-mail. Nothing new, but Sheila’s are still there. He deletes most of them.

But.

He can’t. Even now, after everything, he can’t bring himself to hate her. Not really.

He moves the remaining few to his ‘save it’ folder, where he won’t open them by mistake, and goes outside for a cigarette. Lighting it’s a pain, and there’s a few minutes that he’s terrified that he’s going to light the bandages on his hands on fire, but he manages it, in the end, and leans on the railing to watch the cars go by below.

In another unit, he can hear Mz. Melinda May cackling and a handful elderly voices swearing and demanding she be thrown out. Maybe he’ll go over there tomorrow, make sure she hasn’t downloaded a crap-ton of computer viruses again. (And yeah, okay, he wants to know about the yelling.)

There’s a sudden movement in the shadows across the street and he goes inside, turns on the TV. He’s halfway through an episode of Chopped when a red bar pops up on the bottom saying, Batman recaptures Harley Quinn, more at eleven.

A knot in his chest he didn’t realize was there loosens up and he pulls his blanket tighter around his shoulders.

“Thanks, B.”

THE END

[becktwain]

Years flew by as the clock ticked away on Aquafina’s life force...

Aquafina was now 16 years old... Her magic was even stronger now she often got flashes of others lifes that would make her scream in her sleep. it scared poor Ely to the point of tears often as he sat at the door of her room waiting for her to call for his help....

“Perhaps... i should end this now..”Aquafina thought to herself as a few tears began to run down her cheek... She quickly shook her head and wiped at the tears... “No... what am i thinking.. Father would be furious.. i must fight.. if not for me then for him”Aquafina declared before heading back inside to her room..

With a heavy sigh she plopped onto her bed... She was always so very tired... Her mind began to wonder... 

She opened her eyes and looked at her hands.. They wore covered in blood.... she wasnt frightened as she had been when she was a child.. instead of screaming she looked around.. The room she was so dusty and there wore paintings on the walls that wore torn and tattered...A elderly women stared back at her through the full length mirror in the corner of the room.. “Who are you?”Aquafina asked to the mirror...

“I am..My name is Renee.. How is this possible?”The women asked with so much emotion in her pale face..

“i am seeing a memory of your life”Aquafina said smiling to herself for but a moment... She had done this before of course when she was 12 years old she had seen a name on a desk of one of her visions and looked it up the next day to find the person she had seen was dead.. and what she had seen was the persons very last memory...

“But.. i am dont want to die”The voice said.. it always seemed to echoe in Aquafina’s mind..

Suddenly it became hard to breath... Aquafina gasped for air as she sat up in her bed... 

Aquafina weazed and tried to catch her breath..She quickly scrambled out of her bed stumbling and falling as she headed into the hall...”D..A..D!!��She tried to scream but it wasnt working she couldnt breath..Was she dying???? Her mind wondered screaming for help...

For some odd Reason Ely felt off so he went upstairs to check on Aquafina and found her on the ground... “Aquafina!!”He hollered as he fell to his knee’s beside her...

Ely carefully shook Aquafina.. She was beginning to breath normally again but she had blacked out.. “Your not aloud to leave me just yet.. i forbid it.. do you hear me young lady”Ely said in a whisper as he held her close..

Ely picked Aquafina up and headed to her room to lay her down.. he debated taking her to the hospital to see Mark but new they couldnt do anything for her...

Ely tucked Aquafina in and then headed down stairs...

Jasmine was on the couch looking through another old book...”how is she?”she asked Ely as he sat down beside her..

Ely didnt speak he just shook his head and pretended to read a old book he had picked up from a old friend... “What about this so called magic realm??”Ely asked trying to change the subject.. 

“Wait..what magic realm?’Jasmine asked as she took the book from Ely and thumbed through it.. she stopped at a page explaining a magic realm where creatures lived and Witches hid from the outside world... it talked of a portal at the waterfalls of old.. “Mother talked of this place.. she took me here”Jasmine said looking at Ely’s face..

Ely looked down at the book then back at his cousin..”do you think it exists?”he asked..

“i..i dont know.. Ely what if she dies?? i cant do this anymore im so afraid...”Jasmine began to cry...Ely pulled her close..

“even if it doesnt exist..its worth a try.. i am going to go wake her up go gather a few things for the journey we leave in a hour”Ely said standing up and heading upstairs...

Ely walked into Aquafina’s room to find her sitting at the edge of her bed.. She looked up at him when he sat down beside her..

“what did you find?”She asked her father..

“it may be nothing.. but i believe its worth a shot..”Ely explain with as much of a smile as he could muster...

Jasmine,Ely and Aquafina made there way to the waterfall of old to find a odd looking portal of some sort... 

“its exactly as i remember..”Jasmine whispered to herself..

Aquafina took a deep breath before stepping into the portal followed by Jasmine and Ely...

The portal seemed to burn a little but Aquafina pushed forward...Stepping out on the other side.. it was another world.. Floating islands.. it was so amazing.. Jasmine mouth fell open as she looked around.. Ely Smiled, if there was a cure it would be here..

They walked into the closest building... Books hovered about from bookcase to bookcase, A Man was mixing some kind of boiling liquid in a giant pot...Aquafina looked around a bit more before colliding with a elderly man..

“oh gosh.. im so sorry”Aquafina quickly apologized.. The man waved a hand about with a smile.. “Now now it was my fault.. now who might you be?”The man asked still smiling...

“my name is Aquafina”She said bowing her head with respect..

“my my... your magic.. it is dangeriously out of control my dear.. please follow me”The man took Aquafina by the hand and began to walk down a long hallway.. Ely quickly ran after them..

“where are you taking her?”Ely asked a bit worried...

“dont worry Vampire.. i am not going to kill you source of food”The man said flashing a sly grin at Ely.. 

“she isnt my food.. she is my daughter”Ely felt silly saying that and a bit sick to the stomach just thinking of feeding on Aquafina..

“oh.. odd a Vampire with a heart”the man said shrugging as he came to a stop rather quickly making Aquafina collide into him once more.... 

Aquafina’s eyes lit up to a bright blue as light flashed back and forth between to young girls.. “what are they doing?” She asked the man..

“why its a magic duel.. you shall learn that later.. do try not to get in the middle of them.. Erica tends to take offence to people breaking her magic concentration...  

The old man walked Aquafina into a magic circle with symbals all around it.. he quickly handed her a stick and backed away... Aquafina looked at the stick oddly.. it began to vibrate and it sparked making her screech... She through it and it clattered to the ground..

“now now just relax young one and try again”the man said smiling kindly at her...

Aquafina was Cautious as she bent down to pick up the stick again.. it began to sparkle as lights swirled around her body.. She had to close her eyes because it was so bright... When she opened them again her clothes had changed.. “how is this possible”She asked herself..

“Magic my dear.. and you are chocked full of the stuff”The old man said with a chuckle..

“will i live??”Aquafina asked looking at her father..

Ely hadnt the chance to answer before the old man touched Ely on the forhead and in a flash he vanished from sight..”Daddy!”Aquafina screamed...

“do not fret young one.. he is at home where he belongs.. We have been waiting for the return of the spirit walker... and here you are”The man said patting Aquafina on the shoulder...

Aquafina was so confused..”You dont have to understand now.. we shall give you time to think things through.. but dont take to long.. your magic is greatly in need of attention.. go home now and talk to your red headed aunt.. to live.. part of you must die”The old man said as a bright light flashed and Aquafina found herself standing on the front porch of her home, she quickly ran inside to find Jasmine....

Aquafina found Jasmine just inside the house and she ran to her hugging her..

“He told you to talk to me didnt he?”Jasmine said with a smile..

“Aunty.. how did he know you?”Aquafina asked confused.

“A long time ago.. i got sick.. Vampires dont get sick.. so it confused my parents.. so to heal me they found the magic realm.. speaking to The elders of magic they struck a deal to have me healed but at great cost.. i was put into a deep sleep antell the spirit walker was found then i would awaken.. that my dear is you”Jasmine smiled at her niece...

“but the man said i could live but that a part of me would die.. what did he mean?”Aquafina asked...

“For you to become to spirit walker.. and to gain control of your magic... you must marry... The elders get to choose.. in other words my dear you would lose your freedom.. that is what dies”Jasmine said lowering her head..

Aquafina gently grabbed her aunts shoulders and touched her forhead to her head... “i will not leave you.. i promise.. but i will not give away my freedom so easily.. there must be a way” Aquafina said closing her eyes trying to think...

“i only wish there was..”Jasmine whispered...

Aquafina kissed her aunt goodnight and headed upstairs to her room..

“there has to be a way to control my magic.. without leaving everyone i love”Aquafina thought to herself... if there was a way to fix things she would do it... her father had suffered so much and she would not let him down....