sarcastic fina
escape with me
merideathislost:

lay that pistol down
“I am furious with you,” Darcy gasps against his mouth.
“I know, doll.”
“Are you hurt?” Darcy asks, pulling at his leather coat.
“M’fine, Darce. Jus’ bruised and dirty,” he says.………..Wartime AU where Darcy is one of the Star Spangled chorus girls.

merideathislost:

lay that pistol down

“I am furious with you,” Darcy gasps against his mouth.

“I know, doll.”

“Are you hurt?” Darcy asks, pulling at his leather coat.

“M’fine, Darce. Jus’ bruised and dirty,” he says.
………..
Wartime AU where Darcy is one of the Star Spangled chorus girls.

melifair:


“What’re you doing in here?” Steve asks the girl who’s standing at the side of the room. He remembers her from the first day he’d come to this gym, sitting quietly in the corner of the owner’s office and poring over a book. He knows she’s watched him before on the days he comes in, but something about her today is more intent, disturbing the haze of memories he’s trying to lose and lose himself in.
“I’m admiring your punching bag graveyard.” She tries for a smile.
He doesn’t return it. “I’m supposed to have this place to myself.”
”Owner’s daughter,” she says with a shrug. “Has its perks.”
“You’re his daughter?” he asks before he can stop himself. 
She laughs, and this time her smile reaches her eyes. “We get that a lot. He’s my stepdad, technically. Only daddy I got. Much better than the one I was born with, anyway.”  She takes a step closer. “Show me how to hit like that.”
It’s not a request so much as it is a demand. “What?”
“I wanna learn and my mom won’t let dad teach me. And dad won’t let any of the fighters near me. Not that I want to be near them, but I wanna learn.” She takes another step forward, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Show me.”
He laughs bitterly and turns away from her. “In case you missed it, I’m a fighter.”
“No you’re not. Not like the guys that come in.” She stares at him intently, and as foolish as it sounds, it almost feels like he’s seeing straight to the heart of him. “You’re not looking for a fight, you’re looking for escape. I am, too. So show me.”
He should say no. He doesn’t want company. He doesn’t want to know people here, in this time. He doesn’t—
“Okay,” he says, and the constriction around his heart eases just a little bit.

Yes. Continue? ;)

melifair:

“What’re you doing in here?” Steve asks the girl who’s standing at the side of the room. He remembers her from the first day he’d come to this gym, sitting quietly in the corner of the owner’s office and poring over a book. He knows she’s watched him before on the days he comes in, but something about her today is more intent, disturbing the haze of memories he’s trying to lose and lose himself in.

“I’m admiring your punching bag graveyard.” She tries for a smile.

He doesn’t return it. “I’m supposed to have this place to myself.”

”Owner’s daughter,” she says with a shrug. “Has its perks.”

“You’re his daughter?” he asks before he can stop himself. 

She laughs, and this time her smile reaches her eyes. “We get that a lot. He’s my stepdad, technically. Only daddy I got. Much better than the one I was born with, anyway.”  She takes a step closer. “Show me how to hit like that.”

It’s not a request so much as it is a demand. “What?”

“I wanna learn and my mom won’t let dad teach me. And dad won’t let any of the fighters near me. Not that I want to be near them, but I wanna learn.” She takes another step forward, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Show me.”

He laughs bitterly and turns away from her. “In case you missed it, I’m a fighter.”

“No you’re not. Not like the guys that come in.” She stares at him intently, and as foolish as it sounds, it almost feels like he’s seeing straight to the heart of him. “You’re not looking for a fight, you’re looking for escape. I am, too. So show me.”

He should say no. He doesn’t want company. He doesn’t want to know people here, in this time. He doesn’t—

“Okay,” he says, and the constriction around his heart eases just a little bit.

Yes. Continue? ;)

(Source: the-yellow-ranger)

supposeitsnice:

Wait. Are you coming home soon?

supposeitsnice:

Wait. Are you coming home soon?


for the one you love?

for the one you love?


What if something happens to her? It’s a constant fear. Darcy’s so human, so fragile, even though she’d hate to hear him say it. He knows that he can’t always protect her, that a time will come when he won’t be able to keep her safe, so he protects his heart instead.

What if something happens to her? It’s a constant fear. Darcy’s so human, so fragile, even though she’d hate to hear him say it. He knows that he can’t always protect her, that a time will come when he won’t be able to keep her safe, so he protects his heart instead.


rains will pour downwaves will crash all aroundbut you will be safe in my arms
steve/darcy for inkandash

rains will pour down
waves will crash all around
but you will be safe in my arms

steve/darcy for inkandash


This is not the way it usually goes. Sure, he’s got the boy meets girl part right, but he’s pretty sure “boy and girl grope each other (and more—so much more) in the supply closet thirty minutes after meeting” is not how the old plot goes. Neither is “girl takes boy in the elevator” or “boy bends girl over her desk” but that just seems to be the way things happen when Darcy is around. This is probably a bad idea, but as her fingers skim over his back and her tongue traces his lips, he doesn’t care. A little office romance never hurt anybody, right?

This is not the way it usually goes. Sure, he’s got the boy meets girl part right, but he’s pretty sure “boy and girl grope each other (and more—so much more) in the supply closet thirty minutes after meeting” is not how the old plot goes. Neither is “girl takes boy in the elevator” or “boy bends girl over her desk” but that just seems to be the way things happen when Darcy is around. This is probably a bad idea, but as her fingers skim over his back and her tongue traces his lips, he doesn’t care. A little office romance never hurt anybody, right?


she’s a work of art

she’s a work of art


it’s not just something you take – it’s given

it’s not just something you take – it’s given


funny you’re the broken one but I’m the only one who needed saving cause when you never see the light it’s hard to know which one of us is caving
funny you’re the broken one but I’m the only one who needed saving 
cause when you never see the light it’s hard to know which one of us is caving