Mon-El hates this guy. He hates that he’s ruined this moment where they’re finally going to connect, and he hates even more that this guy wants Kara to marry him and is trying to manipulate the situation into making her almost feel like he has no choice. When he ends up fighting Mr. Mxyzptlk, he definitely has all of [those feelings for Kara] fueling his blows. Every punch is filled with ‘Don’t touch her! She’s mine!‘
“And you know what? Lindsay and I… We made an extra life.”
No, I totally didn’t cry over this announcement, and no I totally haven’t been obsessing over it, unable to stop thinking about how Michael must be scared of losing their baby and how absolutely excited and in love he is with his child already and how Lindsay is so happy and how they are going to be the cutest parents to ever parent and how happy I am to watch them grow over the years.
Here we are! The very first installment of the new series y’all voted on! I have a lot of great ideas for this and I am absolutely excited to be sharing this journey with you! I am always open to requests and suggestions, so if you have a great idea you’re just dying to request, I want to know! I’m not sure how long this series will be but, but I will try to post every Sunday, if not twice a week. I will try to follow some canon movie events, as well as going off on my own tangents. Forgive me if I’m a little overexcited :D
Without further ado, I present the first chapter of “I will put you back together”
healer!reader in 1926 NYC
Chapter 1: “I don’t work in the field”
“I don’t quite understand…you’re sending me off on a mission? B-but…I don’t even work in the field!” Your eyes met the icy stare of Percival Graves. He looked back at you, and raised an eyebrow.
You worked as a residential healer at MACUSA, usually tending to wizards injured in battle. You always had a passion for the medical field and healing, so when Auror, Percival Graves, brought you into work, you couldn’t be more thrilled. However at this moment, you weren’t so much.
“No, you didn’t, until today. We have a foreign wizard coming into the states to work on some secret research for our friends at the Ministry. You’re going to be assigned to him to assist him during his stay here. You have been relieved from all your domestic duties”
“You mean my job?!” you shook your head in disbelief.
“And why would we do that? We never do that. He’s an adult, he doesn’t need a babysitter” Graves sends you a look, warning you to keep your temper.
“The Ministry is our closest ally, they never keep anything from us. This man is being sent into our country with god knows what in his possession, and you’re going to find out what the hell it is.”
You shifted in your seat, face twisting in discomfort.
“I’m not sure how I feel about being a spy” Graves sighed and stood from his chair, irritation etched into his expression.
“Try not to think of it as a spy mission. You are a professional healer, think of it like you are offering your services to him.”
“Well that hardly makes sense” Graves sneered, obviously growing more annoyed as time went on.
“Listen, I don’t care if it ‘hardly makes sense’ to you. This is your job, I am your superior, and I am ordering you to take this mission. If you so much as show any signs of disloyalty, you can turn in your badge and pack your things. Are we clear?” Sometimes, you wanted to punch this guy in the throat for how he treated you and your coworkers.
But he did have a point. You didn’t want to offend President Seraphina by disobeying orders, and you very much didn’t want to lose your job. For the first time in your life, you were doing something you truly cared about, why lose that all over a silly disobedience?
So with a hung head, you meekly nodded.
“Y-yes Mr. Graves. Crystal.” He settled back in his chair and groaned.
“Then that’ll be all. He arrives tomorrow at the Port of New York around 2 o’clock. I expect a written report from you at the end of every week and until then, you are relieved of your duties.”
“How long will this arrangement be lasting?” you ask, weary of asking any more questions.
“Until our friend is back on his side of the ocean.” he arranged a stack of paperwork in a manila envelope, and slid it across the desk to you.
“Any more of your questions can be answered in here.” Then he averted his eyes from you, and motioned with his hand, signaling you to leave.
“Oh…alright. Thank you Mr. Graves” you gather the papers in your arms, and stumble out of the room.
Once you were out the office, a force swung the door shut behind you.
You rested your back against the cold metal, wondering what the hell he just got you into.
A spy mission? For someone working at the ministry? It hardly seemed right.
However, rules were rules. What were you suppose to do? Refuse? That would be just as bad as casting a jinx in his face and running out of the room.
You sighed, and stared down at the envelope in your arms. You should probably start packing your things.
You had a long journey ahead of yourself.
You sat on your bed, flipping through the folder Graves gave you, with everything pretty much mapped out for you and the English boy’s expedition around the country. Hotels to stay at, local magic centers, anything you can think of.
You looked up to your wall clock, noticing that it was almost time to go pick up “Newt Scamander” from the docks, full name “Newton Artemis Fido Scamander.” From the brief description you’d read of him, you learned he had been expelled from the magic school in England, yet somehow got a job working with the ministry in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magic Creatures. How interesting, you thought.
Also attached, was his picture. Newt had a very…childish looking face, covered top to bottom with freckles. His hair also hung in front of his face in a mess of reddish curls. You had to admit, he was a bit easy on the eyes.
His family records were also attached to his file, but one particular name stood out to you most. He had an older brother by the name of Theseus Scamander, who had been known to be a massively popular hero in the Great War.
And that was pretty much all. There wasn’t a lot to report on about Newt.
You closed up your folder, and stuffed it underneath the pillow of your bed.
He was only suppose to be passing through for a few hours, so everything you had was pretty much packed up in a backpack with an extension charm, granted to you by MACUSA.
You lifted your bag and swung it over your shoulder in a fluid motion.
You reached for the door handle, but paused to look at your old apartment one last time.
The ceiling was cracked, and the walls were an ugly shade of brown. In complete honesty, you were glad to be moving out of such a crumby home, but you couldn’t deny the fact that you were actually going to miss this place.
So with a sad smile, you flicked the lights off, and exited the room.
You crossed your arms and waited patiently, bouncing your leg up and down as you sat on a dry portion of the otherwise soaked wooden bench.
You checked your wristwatch, now reading half past 2, aka, the boat was late. And it was cold.
You nuzzled closer into your green, Pukwudgie scarf, and hugged your arms around your waist.
You thought about your career, and how it was being completely flushed down the drain for a silly personal mission. They were finding someone to replace you. And why? It’s not like you wouldn’t be back soon!
You were shaken from your thoughts, as the sound of a fog horn filled the misty air.
You suddenly shot up onto your feet, desperately trying to find the face of a Newt Scamander, whose picture you had only glanced at once while reading his file.
A few minutes later, people began to flood the gates, reuniting with loved ones, and greeting friends and family. You scanned the crowd of people, and your eyes were immediately drawn to him. He wore a brown vest under a long, blue coat that flapped behind as he walked, one hand shoved into his pocket, the other tightly holding onto a brown suitcase. He looked like an absolute character.
You waited for him to notice you, when you suddenly realized he probably had no clue who you were. You were just given the notice yesterday, hell, he was on the boat yesterday!
You suddenly jerked yourself forward, and into Newt’s line of passage.
He glanced up at you with a pair of brilliant blue eyes, but they flickered away as he tried to pass you.
“Mr. Scamander” you spoke up, and he seemed to freeze as you said his name.
He looked up at you, shocked as to how you seemed to know who he was.
“P-pardon me, do I know you?” he muttered, staring through you rather than at you. You pulled out a folded envelope from your pocket with the MACUSA seal on it, and handed it to him.
“My name is (Y/N) (L/N), and I work for MACUSA, is there somewhere private we can talk?” you proposed, not wanting to discuss out in the open around the no-maj’s.
Your tone must have been more business than friendly, because his face immediately fell from innocent confusion to utter ‘oh shit what did I do this time’ in a second. You immediately started to backpedal.
“Oh, no! Nonononono…you’re not in any trouble, I was just here about your project in the USA!” You gave a reassuring smile, but he did not reciprocate.
“Let me start over…I’m a professional healer with MACUSA, and I was sent by my superior, Percival Graves, to assist you on your work around the country.” This was a terrible idea, you thought. A strange woman approaches you after you’ve been in the country for less than 5 minutes, and forces herself on your mission. It was absolutely idiotic. Newt would have to be a fool to trust you.
As suspected, he knit his eyebrows, but shot an appreciative smile your way.
“That’s very kind of them, but I can get along fine by myself” your face fell, and he attempted to walk past you.
“I’m not quite sure you understand. You can’t refuse my services” you pleaded with your eyes, hoping to god he would just comply and free you from this painfully awkward encounter.
“In that envelope should be all the information regarding this situation.”
He looked down to the letter in his hands, but immediately looked back up at you.
“Please, just look at it” you practically begged.
He sighed and tore open the seal, scanning the introductory letter of the packet.
You bounced on your heels, anxiously waiting for Newt to finish and agree to your terms.
“I still don’t quite understand. I really prefer to work alone.” you rolled your eyes and whipped out your wand, a highly illegal action, and apparated you two behind a pillar. Another, completely illegal action.
“Listen, Mr. Scamander, I have no idea how long you will be staying for. It could be a month, a year, a day, I don’t care. What I do care about is keeping my job which I love more than anything, don’t you have something you feel that way about? Please…let me help you” the desperation in your eyes was evident, which managed to provoke some sympathy out of the wizard.
His focus then flickered down to his case, and gave it a small smile.
After what felt like an hour of silence, he finally nodded.
“Ok…maybe it would be pleasant to have some extra company. However, I am only passing through this city on my way to Arizona, so you’ll have to pack your things.”
“It’s already done” you stated, and he nodded wordlessly.
“Well…good then. I suppose we better be going?” you purse your lips together and nodded
“I suppose we should.”
You prayed to any possible higher power out there to let this journey be less awkward than that five minutes had just been.
Newt removed himself from the secluded hiding spot, and brushed the dust off his waistcoat.
You stood there, before he looked back at you, smiling softly.
“We do have a few hours before the train to Arizona, is there anywhere you need to be before we take off?”
You blink at him, momentarily lost in your thoughts, but bring yourself back into reality to respond.
“N-no. I-I don’t have anywhere particular I need to be. But we do have a couple hours to kill, don’t you want to see the city?” He fidgeted with his suitcase handle, and bit his lip, as if trying to convince himself to agree.
“Sure” he replied simply, and you had a feeling this journey would be a lot stranger than you thought.
Request: Hello Darling ! :) May I request a bday imagine for my friend? I want to suprise her with it. A bucky one where his girlfriend finds out she’s pregnant but is afraid to tell him at first but after he notices something is wrong with her she tells him and he’ absolutely happy and excited. A few months later he’s still all overprotecting and already decorates the Apartment but gets mad when he sees you carrying heavy things. Just something fluffy hihi :) Idk but I can imagine him a great dad :)
You were nervously pacing back and forth, resting your hand on your stomach. You knew your period was late but you thought maybe it was just the stress from going out on missions.
You looked at the intimidating test that would hold the answer to the one question you hadn’t thought of until earlier today during breakfast. You were so excited to have the traditional Saturday team breakfast feast.
Everyone pitched in, cooking this and that, and the moment the eggs and bacon were filling the kitchen with it’s usual yummy aroma, you had to bolt to the trash can to empty your stomach. Bucky was worried but you told him you were fine as you left to the store to get some medicine.
You picked up the medicine and stopped by the pregnancy test isle just in case. Quickly taking one and checking out, you raced back to the tower. You rushed up to your shared bedroom and now here you were, waiting for the answer.
Your mind raced with the question: Am I pregnant?
Your question was soon answered as you took an anxious step towards the counter in the bathroom. You saw the two lines and tears filled your eyes. You covered your mouth and your hand flew to your stomach again.
You were having a baby with Bucky. You gently let out a sob and quickly grabbed the test, blinking away your tears to better inspect the results. I’m having a baby, you repeated a million times in your mind.
How were you going to tell Bucky this? Was he ready for that lifestyle? Would he run and leave you? No, he’d never do that. But would he happy with raising a child with you? Was he able to commit to something like this?
A knock on the door and a desperate cry to make sure you were okay made you bravely walk to the door and open it. You held the test behind your back so Bucky wouldn’t see it.
You looked up at Bucky and he immediately gripped onto your shoulders. “What’s wrong, Y/N? I heard you crying. Is everything okay? Are you sick?” Bucky’s questions rushed out and you let out a watery giggle as he checked your forehead for a fever.
You sniffled and let Bucky wipe your tears away. “I-I’m fine. I’m just, uh.” You had trouble forming a sentence. Bucky looked down at you, worry and concern on his face. “Baby, please. You’re scaring me.” Bucky pleaded, his blue eyes boring into yours as he stepped closer to you.
You let out another sob. “I’m scared.” You said, your voice breaking. Bucky’s heart broke at your current state. “Scared of what?” Bucky asked nervously, his thoughts running wild with any possibility of what could have you so upset.
You pulled your hand around and showed Bucky the pregnancy test. “I’m pregnant.” You whispered, awaiting Bucky’s reaction. A gasp fell from Bucky’s mouth and he stared at the test in your hand. Tears filled his eyes and he looked back at you.
“I’m gonna be a Dad?” Bucky questioned, a few tears falling from his eyes. You nodded and Bucky bent down to pull you up in his arms, letting your feet dangle above the floor. “I’m gonna be a dad!” Bucky yelled, a heavier sob breaking through.
You giggled and cried with Bucky, wrapping your legs around his waist. He pulled back and quickly captured your lips with his. It was sloppy and wet, the taste of both your tears mixing together, but you didn’t care.
Bucky set you back down and took the test from you, putting it on the bedside table as he took a seat on the bed. Bucky smiled widely and let his flesh hand rest on your still normal looking belly. “We’re going to have a baby.” Bucky said, his eyes bright. “Are you happy?” You asked, nervousness settling in.
Bucky’s head snapped up to you and he laughed. “Of course I’m happy! I’m, we’re, you’re-a baby!” Bucky shouted, pulling you in for another embrace. You laughed and held Bucky close. “I knew it!” You heard a yell at the bedroom door.
Steve ran in and stood beside you and Bucky. You backed away from Bucky and Steve pulled him in for a bone crushing hug. “This is amazing!” Steve said, laughing along with you and Bucky.
Steve pulled away and bent down to hug you. “I’m so excited for you guys!” Steve said, making you giggle. “Thank you, Steve.” You and Bucky both said at the same time with wide smiles.
All of the worries you had disappeared. You knew you were ready for this amazing step in your relationship with Bucky.
5 Months Later
Your belly had definitely grown since that day you found out you were pregnant. Tony insisted that he give you the extra apartment above the rest of the floors. He wanted you guys around and everyone was excited to find out the great news.
Bucky was most excited, there was no doubt about that. He came home one day with a box full of pregnancy books and magazines, another box full of baby food, books, and little toys for the little bundle of joy.
You were currently setting up in the apartment, getting things ready. The past five months flew by and you didn’t have any time to waste. Bucky had decorated the apartment with baby proof things, making sure your baby wouldn’t get hurt. He was currently setting up the baby crib.
You were carrying, or trying your best to, a heavy box containing the changing table for the baby. You grunted as your belly sort of got in the way of holding it properly. “What are you doing!?” Bucky shouted, dropping his tools. He quickly stood to his feet and grabbed the box from your hands.
You sighed out, resting your hands on your big belly. “I was just bringing this to the room.” You huffed out. Bucky gave you a disapproving head shake. “Y/N, I’ve told you not to do any of the heavy work! I’ve got this taken care of.” Bucky said, leaning the box against the wall.
Bucky’s definitely become more overprotective of you since he found out the great news. He scolds anybody that comes too close to your belly, telling them that he doesn’t want to risk anything. It took Bucky a long time to let his metal hand caress your belly and you were glad when he finally did.
You knew you were perfectly fine with people touching your belly. The baby loved it, too. Bucky would even walk with you everywhere, always keeping his hand on your lower back. If you got too tired, he’d carry you to bed or to the couch even when you complained about being too heavy for him.
Steve once tried to rub your belly and Bucky slapped his hand away, saying he could hurt the baby. Steve always tried to give a small rub, wanting to feel his god child. You’ve scolded Bucky for not letting him, but Bucky never allowed anyone to if he was there.
“How could I hurt the baby, Buck? I’m barely going to be touching her belly.” Steve said, getting upset. “You’re too strong.” Bucky said as an excuse. Sure Steve was strong, but anyone knew how to handle a pregnant belly. “You touch it!” Steve argued, his brows furrowing. “I know how much pressure I’m applying.” Bucky stated.
You sighed, watching the two go back and forth. “Bucky, I’m sure Steve knows how to be gentle.” You said, making Bucky even more uneasy. Steve smiled proudly, reaching his hand back down to your belly. Bucky slapped Steve’s hand again. “Ow, Buck!” Steve yelled, pulling his hand back.
Bucky wrapped his arm around your belly protectively. “No touching.” He ordered, resting his head on your shoulder. Steve had stormed off in a huff and you laughed. Though, later that day, you let Steve rub your belly anyways.
You rolled your eyes at the memory but smiled nonetheless. Bucky walked back over to you and placed a kiss on your forehead, then your nose, and finally your lips. You smiled into the kiss and Bucky’s hands traveled to your ass, giving it a squeeze.
You let out a whimper and pulled away, swatting at his chest. “Hey now, that’s what made this little bundle of joy. Calm yourself.” You said with a giggle. Bucky smirked. “You just look so beautiful. Pregnancy looks amazing on you, Doll.” Bucky said before going back to working on the baby crib.
You walked over to the rocking chair, sitting down and watching Bucky get back to work. You were happy you had someone like Bucky to raise your baby with. You wouldn’t trade this for the world.
Note: happy birthday to your friend! I hope you two enjoy this little imagine! Bucky would be such a great dad, omg. thanks for the request! feedback is always welcome! .c
When you live
in a world full of superheroes, there are worst things than meta human
villains, invading aliens, and psychotic clowns. One of them is having a
it’s better because your other half is easier to find, but they’re not the one
who has a hero or a villain for a soulmate. You do.
Superman ✧ Physical Empathy Link ✧1✧2✧3✧4✧5✧ Flash ✧ Tracker ✧1✧2✧3✧ Red Hood ✧ Timer✧1✧2✧ Batman
Physical empathy link You don’t feel their pain but your body wears your soulmate’s wounds and scars. You heal when your soulmate heals, but your soulmate heals only if you heal.
Emotional empathy link
You feel what they feel.
There’s a countdown for when you’ll meet your soulmate.
Tracker There’s a measurement for how far/close your soulmate is.
Mortality Link When you’re 18 you only continue to age once you meet your soulmate. Some heroes and villains take advantage of this opportunity for immortality.
You and your soulmate share the same dreams lucidly.
Conscious link You and your soulmate have an involuntary telepathic connection.
Double vision Your right eye sees what your soulmate sees. In this special case eye-patches are worn to prevent double vision. Some people cover their left eye and watch the world through their soulmate’s eyes.
Identical birthmark You have the same birthmark.
Memory link Your past memories change to include your soul mate in your happiest moments, as if they’ve always been there, up until the moment you finally meet your soulmate.
Other Half A small memento broken in half is found in the blanket you’re wrapped in as a newborn child, and the other half belongs to your soulmate. Losing this memento will rid your chances of finding your soulmate. There have been rumors that criminals steal mementos and sell them in the black market, altering fate.
I’m a huge fan of Cardcaptor Sakura so when I found out that the K-indie duo SBGB released a full MV of their remake of the Cardcaptor Sakura Korean dub opening, no words could explain my absolute joy and excitement.
Hands down, my favorite part of any episode of Kitchen Nightmares is that one member of the staff who is absolutely excited to tell Gordon Ramsay about everything that’s going wrong with the restaurant and its food.