Summary: In SHIELD you are known for your charisma and your irrational optimism. Specially taking in count the irreversible curse HYDRA condemned you with. Because of that, Director Fury has determinate that you are the best person to take care of Bucky’s mental state.
Chapter 7: The girl with the HYDRA scar
Pairing: Bucky x reader
Y/N: Your name
Warnings: Cursing… Nothing else that I can think of.
Word count: 2,431
A/N: Yesss!! It’s four in the morning but I managed to finish this!! Well, let’s see if you like it. As always, please let me know what you think and feel free to give me any feedback you want!
I hear a contain sob that breaks my trance. My breathing is heavy and I can feel the intensity my face showcases after the flashback. Next to me Y/N won’t meet my eyes, rubbing a hand over her face. I feel guilty, she had no reason to hear that, she did not deserve to be haunted by my experiences. But then she does something surprising and squeezes next to me, pulling the blanket around us both.
“I think it worked.” she whispers, her voice still shaky, and I realize that I’m feeling much lighter now that I don’t have to bear that weight alone. “You should sleep now” I rest my head on her shoulder and the light feeling drags me into dream land while she gently runs a hand through my hair.
Before I completely drift off, I hear her mumbling something “So Aleksei had another victim” but I’m too far off now to understand anything.
I wake up to an unknown smell floating next to me. Before I open my eyes, I’m already conscious and fully alert, and my hand inches slowly towards the gun on my back pocket. The metal feels oddly warm after having absorbed my body heat throughout the night, but I grip it silently and in one swift move, press it against the temple of whoever was next to me, while I open my eyes.
Fear… Panic, is my greeting. The girl seems to be paralyzed. Damn, she’s not even breathing! Her skin is sick pale and her eyes are glittering. Oh, no… It’s…
“Y/N! I’m so sorry! I didn’t recognize you and you scared me! Fuck… I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you” I don’t know what to do with my body. I’m about to put the gun away, but the movement feels too relaxed; but I can’t keep pointing it at her either! I leave it on the table and raise my hands to prove that i’m not a threat, but Y/N seems to have entered the same trance she entered in the training room when I helped her with her boxing. Tears are about to escape her eyes and she hasn’t breathed for a solid minute. She backs away slowly through the sofa, until her back is pressed against the armrest. Fuck, how can I have messed up so badly? “Please, say something”
Yongguk:Blindfolds, Lip biting, Make out sessions. Let’s do this! I could see Yongguk getting into blindfolds, not all the time though because I could also see him wanting to watch you. Lip biting, fuck. I feel like he would get so turned on by you being flustered and biting your lip, or he would grab it and bite down on the soft flesh as he comes into you. shit. Make outs, god he would love these. Just time to spend in your mouth and over your neck. He would love the sounds that you made when he brushed his lips over your neck and shoulders and just THINK about the sounds
he would make!!
Himchan:DADDY, Hair pulling, Spanking, Dirty Talk. Fuck this line up and sign me right the fuck UP! Himchan is soDaddy, and he knows it! He would be so into pulling your hair to make you scream louder and using your hair to get you to look at him when you wouldn’t. Spanking. Your Daddy would spank you for anything he could. Oh, you didn’t text him back? Spank! You didn’t eat yesterday? Spank. You didn’t like his Instagram photo?You get where I’m going… Dirty Talk. Jesus, save me. Dirty talk with Himchan would get you so hot, you couldn’t help it. The way his voice is just !!! and with the spanks and Daddy kink, You are on the wild ride. Enjoy it!
Daehyun: Unpredictable Selfish/But then not??, Kitchen, Shower I feel like Daehyun would be so unpredictable when it came to sex one second he would be grinding on you smoothly the next he’s pinning one of your arms and thrusting into you really harshly. Okay, just picture you’re in the kitchen and then Daehyun comes in and puts you on the counter. Just pinning you there while he strips the two of you and takes you there. Right there. Fuck. But like feeding you a strawberry while he thrusting into you. Or letting you suck honey off his fingers. Also forget about privacy! Daehyun would almost always join you in the shower. I think he’d get off on watching you clean yourself or him. Lathering you up and soap and then rinsing it off with the hot water.
Youngjae: Camera, Touch, BlowJobs (both giving and receiving) I can see Youngjae loving to take pictures of you, having you pose for him and then putting you through every filter when you weren’t home. I can also see him loving the way you feel. All your textures against his skin, he would breath things into your ear or on your tummy like “You feel so goddamned good, baby.” or “I just want to touch you.” ughh. Blowjobs, okay so, he would fucking love these. He would drag it on for so fucking long, either until your throat couldn’t take him anymore or until he just needed to taste you. Fuck me up Yoo Youngjae!
Jongup: Bath, MORNING SEX, Raiding. Imagine Jongup coming into the bathroom and undressing while he watches you in the purple tented water. Shit. I just know Guppie loves Morning sex. Don’t fight it you can see it one his fucking perfect face! I’ve got to write something about it. Raiding. Okay so like starting at the door and raiding to the bed room. Just plain not giving a shit if anything gets broken or falls over. I feel he might also have a thing for hotel rooms.
Jealous, NAILS, HeightsGod help me! I think Junhong is real into jealous sex. Like oh my god, just imagine him groaning in your ear “I’m the only one who can do you like this” and you just KNOWING it and loving it and ugh…. I can also seeing him loving the way your nails feel on him. Maybe even getting angry when you grip the sheets instead of his shoulder
and him going
so you have to hold onto him. Yes. I know it as a fact that Junhong would love taking you against high places. Pillars, walls, the fucking bed frame. Just in the hallway, making you work for your kisses. But also, using his height against you and making you ask for contact.
I’ve been having a ton of fun playing Destiny for too many hours, and to help get myself back in groove of creating personal work, I decided to paint our favorite crazy lady from The Tower. Now I want to go raid.
you're younger than jungkook but you don't call him oppa so he got jealous when i call tae oppa
Ahaha… I hope this is what you wanted, anon? ☆°• Or close enough to it xD
- Admin Lu
You frowned at the recipe in front of you, and at the appealing image it displayed: a rainbow sponge cake, each layer a different colour. You looked over at the contents of your bowl, and saw nothing but a thick, murky brown substance. You let the spoon drop against the side of the bowl in annoyance, before resting your chin in your hands.
All you wanted to do was give a treat to the Bangtan members as a reward for all the hard work they constantly put into everything they did. You caught sight of Taehyung walking into the kitchen on his morning fridge raid route, and sat up suddenly.
“Tae-oppa!” you called, and saw him turn towards you suddenly. “Can you help me?”
Taehyung waddled towards you curiously. His mouth opened to say something, but was interrupted by a wild Jungkook, who appeared out of nowhere next to Taehyung.
“I can help,” he said quickly, dashing towards you. He looked at your recipe and then back at your mixture, and grimaced.
“I think you got the ratio of sugar to flour wrong at the beginning,” Taehyung said quietly, pointing at the recipe. “Here,” he said, picking up the sieve and slowly and skilfully letting a correct proportion of white flour fall through it, into the bowl.
Jungkook scowled behind Taehyung, and folded his arms. “Well it was obvious you needed to add more flour anyway. I could’ve done that for you,” he muttered, fidgeting with his hands like a child.
You chose to ignore this comment, and your eyes lit up with gratitude. You stepped forward and clasped Taehyung’s hands in between your own. “Of course! I’m so stupid,” you sighed. “Thanks, oppa.”
Jungkook’s head snapped in your direction, and his mouth opened as if to say something. You almost felt his eyes burning into your fingers intertwined with Taehyung’s, and you let go, feeling a shiver run down your spine.
Taehyung yawned, before smiling down at your recipe. “Good luck, Y/N. I’m gonna go take a nap,” he mumbled in a half-whisper. He swayed towards the door and left the kitchen, humming to himself as he climbed up the stairs and back to bed.
Jungkook blinked at you, his arms still folded. “I know Taehyung looks like he knows what he’s doing,” he said, touching the surface of the worktop carefully. “But I’m really the good one at baking.”
He walked over to your bowl and stared at the mixture. “This is easy to fix,” he assured you calmly. He picked up the spoon, and held the flour in one hand.
You watched him carefully tap a concise amount of flour into the bowl, stirring as he went, your eyes fixed on his skilful hands as they worked.
Jungkook could look kind of tough sometimes, but, in the end, he was always the cute, charming, charismatic Jeon Jungkook you’d known for too long to see him as anyone else.
You couldn’t help but smile as you watched Jungkook, his mouth parting slightly as he focused all his concentration on what he was doing. “This should help it level out a little more evenly in the oven, at least.” He tossed a small bottle into your hands, which you caught with both hands.
“Don’t forget the food colouring,” he said, grinning so widely that his eyes closed and his cheeks grew rosy from the pressure.
You smiled back, and let your fingers tighten around the bottle of colouring. “I won’t. Thank you, Jungkook.”
Jungkook’s smile dropped, and his head hung for a second as he tapped his feet together on the ground, fiddling with his hands behind his back. “I’m sure Taehyung would’ve done a better job,” he muttered.
You leaned your ear towards him, since you didn’t really catch what he said.
As if realising what he’d just said, Jungkook clapped a hand over his mouth and stepped backwards shyly. “It’s nothing,” he said.
“Wait,” you called, and met eyes with Jungkook, who looked up at you. “What’s wrong, Kookie?” This was one of the common pet names you addressed Jungkook by. You’d always thought it was pretty cute, but were surprised to see Jungkook bite his lip and sigh, tossing his fringe out of his face.
“It’s just… I’m 18 now. You know, I’m not a baby. I don’t want to be treated like one anymore,” he told you, hiding his face behind his dark fringe, and his eyes scanning the room uncomfortably. “You call Tae ‘oppa’. You call everyone else in Bangtan ‘oppa’. Why don’t you call me that?”
Jungkook shuffled around, and you could sense how nervous and annoyed he felt. You didn’t sat anything for a few moments, but then began to laugh. Jungkook looked up at you, his dark eyes wide and curious.
“Oh, Jungkook, I’m sorry,” you sighed between giggles. “It’s just… maybe I was too shy.” It soon became you that was fidgeting with your fingers, and tapping your shoes on the floor in an anxious pattern.
“Thanks for the help, Jungkook… oppa,” you tried out, letting the word 'oppa’ fall out of your mouth as softly as a breath. You smiled to yourself, and made eye contact with Jungkook, who rubbed the back of his head and laughed with uncertainty.
You could tell that he couldn’t stop grinning, and his cheeks had turned a bright pink colour. “It’s no problem,” he stuttered. “Tell me if you need help with anything else, okay?” Jungkook laughed nervously, and looked down at the floor, before shuffling out of the door and rushing upstairs.
A few minutes later, loud cheering and applauding could be heard from upstairs, and you quickly deduced that the source could only be the Bangtan members congratulating Jungkook on his new title as 'oppa’.
You smiled to yourself happily as you slid the cake mixtures into the oven, and increased the timer a few notches until you heard a rather satisfying 'click’.
I was trying to write a Cassian x Reader Christmas Eve fluff. That’s how this started.
It turned into my creation of what Christmas would look like for the rebels. The Candle Ceremony. A time of mourning before 3 days of celebration. I recently lost 2 family members and this probably stemmed from that.
Pairing(s): Cassian x Reader
Words: A couple hundred?? I don’t know
Warnings: Talk of blood and death
Today, the ceremony. Tomorrow, the celebration.
This was not a day of victory, no. This morning, a raiding group returned to the rebel base missing two familiar faces. It was not a celebration of the fall of the Empire (though everyone said that it would be soon. You weren’t a child anyone. You’d believe it when you saw it.)
It was an occasion to celebrate survival. Perseverance.
There were many names for it. Nocte lucerna (night candles), from Tatoonie. Christmas (Chris meaning light and tmas mourning), from one of the planets in a distant system that you couldn’t name.
Your father used to call it the Night of the Lanterns.
Despite the ongoing war, the chaos and bloodshed and death that hung over every member of the rebellion, these 4 days seemed to bring a bit of peace and light to the encampment.
You join the winding line of people headed into the bunker, where the ceremony was held every year. Your eyes naturally scan for Cassian, finding his familiar figure within moments. He moves through the crowd towards you.
He embraces you and kisses your forehead, “You have your candle?”
“Of course.” Cassian knew the importance of the candle you held so gingerly in your hands. It had been made by your mother, days before she was shot out of the sky by an imperial ship.
Cassian tries to debrief you on your next mission but you put a finger to his lips, effectively silencing him. “Not now. We can talk about the mission later.”
“I want to leave at dawn, so I need to–”
You stand on your tiptoes and kiss him. He lifts a hand to your face, forgetting about his previous protests to kiss you back.
You pull away and open your eyes. He keeps his closed and hums appreciatively. “Even after all this time, I’m still not used to that.” He grins.
You’d been together for almost a year, but never ceased to amaze each other.
You finally step into the bunker and suck in a breath.
A tall tower had been built that nearly reached the ceiling with shelves built in. The top 4 or 5 rows had already been filled with candles, leaving only a few at the bottom remaining.
You take a candle from the person in front of you, a pilot named Lea, and light the small candle in Cassian’s hands. “May the Force be with you.” You murmur to her.
“And with you.” She replies, words and hands shaking.
Handing Lea’s candle back, you watch as she places it gently on one of the lower shelves.
“For Anna and my mother.” She whispers, going down on one knee. Lea bows her head, rises, and joins the mass surrounding the back of the candle tower. Tears slip silently down her cheeks.
You remember your last Night with your family. Your father and mother made paper lanterns out of the bark from the trees surrounding your farm house, before the entire forest was burned to the ground. Each one of you lit one, your mother and father whispering names of fallen friends while you dedicated your flame to the sick man in the village nearby. Even at your young age, you understood the importance of these lanterns. During a time of peace, they would have served as a reminder of those who could not join the celebrations that followed in the 3 days to come. The drinking, laughing, singing and celebrating served as a way to brighten spirits and rejoice at the fact that you were all still alive. Tonight, though, you remember your dead.
You and Cassian both stare at his flame for a moment before he leans it to light yours. You turn to light the candle of the man behind you.
“May the Force be with you.” The elder murmurs in a raspy tone.
“And with you.” You respond.
Cassian places his candle and kneels, “For mami, papi, Angus, Steven and Djino.” Standing, he smiles sombrely at you, the action not quite reaching his eyes.
“For mother, father, Dyan, Lexa, Liy, Tiffa and Olivia.” You wish you could name all your comrades. You wish you could name every fallen soldier who had ever fought by your side. “This is for all of them.” You whisper.
You rise and join Cassian, intertwining your fingers with his. As the last of the rebels filter in, all lighting their candles from the same flame, silence overtakes the hall.
None of the council stand to speak. Instead, the father of one of the men who were lost this morning stands, his candle still unlit.
“This is for my son-” his voice breaks, “lost to the cause this morning. This is for my husband, dead 4 years now. This is for squad B-4, of whom I am the last survivor.
“This is for every soldier who has fought for the cause. This is for every person who dares speak out against the Empire. This is for every man, woman and child who will not live to see peace in the galaxy.”
He pauses, breathing hard. He lights his candle, kneels, and places it on the last open space.
The council begins the prayer said at every ceremony. It still draws goosebumps up your arms, even after hearing it almost every year for your whole life.
“May you once again find the peace that our nation has been starved from for so long. May our love protect you as you join the Force, in turn protecting us. May you never again see the horrors of our world.
May your sacrifice never be forgotten.”
The entire room speaks in unison
May you never be forgotten.
Silence. The entire rebellion, cramped in one room around our tower of light, standing in complete silence. This is for our fallen. We fight for them. We die for them. Our triumph will be for them.
One by one, the crowd disperses. Many leave to the bunks, while others head to the dinning hall. You and Cassian stay standing there for a moment, but finally pull away to go to sleep.
You don’t speak as you head to your shared quarters. You don’t speak as you both crawl into bed, Cassian’s arm around your waist an automatic gesture. Cassian’s breath evens out long before yours does, sleep evading you.
These are the horrors of war. Orphans. Bloodshed. Children made murders. Bodies mangled beyond recognition. Others mangled beyond repair. Paralysis. Panic. Hallucinations. Death. This is what violence does to good people. It turns them into killers, shells of the person they once were.
You remember how heartless you before you had met Cassian. He brought out in you things you had repressed for many years. Compassion. Mental strength. Self-preservation.
He brought you back.
This night, the Night of the Lanterns, is more than just remembrance. It’s recognition of our failures. It’s acceptance. It’s the power and permission to move on.
The candles are left all night under the supervision of the council, the tower not dismantled until every candle has burned out. Even after the physical light is gone, the spiritual and emotional light remains. Tomorrow will be filled with parties and laughter and joy, partial families celebrating and joining together.
But tonight, we remember.
Your last thought before succumbing to your exhaustion:
They will never be forgotten.
PLEASE SHARE SHARE SHARE All “sanctuary” cities in CA should be in the alert! From IDEAS UCLA:
(spanish translation at the end)
‘In particular, remind the community that they have rights:
Do NOT open doors to any officials unless they have a warrant signed by a judge. If ICE says that they have one, do not open the door to see it, have them pass it under the door. If you are confronted with an ICE agent – remain SILENT. You have the right to remain silent and ICE can use anything that you say against you in your immigration case. Also, do NOT SIGN anything that ICE gives you. If you hear about ICE agents coming to anyone’s door – tell your neighbors. Text and call people to let them know that ICE is in the neighborhood. Tell them not to open their doors and to remain silent. Have a plan of action if a loved one is detained. Have the name of a trusted immigration attorney on hand. Have a plan for who could take care of minor children. Remember that if detained, you may be able to fight your case and get bail. Be especially careful in the morning. In our experience, raids happen more frequently in the morning, e.g. around the time that people go to work. ’
‘Hemos oído rumores de que el ICE se puede participar en las redadas de la próxima semana en ciertas ciudades “santuario” a través de California, incluyendo San Francisco. No sabemos a ciencia cierta si esto va a suceder, pero para estar seguro, queremos decirle a las comunidades para ser precauciones adicionales la próxima semana. En particular, recordar a la comunidad que tienen derechos: 1. Realice las puertas no se abren a los funcionarios a menos que tengan una orden firmada por un juez. Si ICE dice que tiene uno, no abrir la puerta a verlo, haga que pasan debajo de la puerta. 2. Si usted se enfrenta con un agente de ICE - permanecer en silencio. Usted tiene el derecho a permanecer en silencio y ICE puede usar cualquier cosa que usted dice en su contra en su caso de inmigración. Además, no firme nada que el ICE le da. 3. Si se enteran que los agentes de ICE llegan a la puerta de nadie - dile a tus vecinos. Llamadas y texto a personas para hacerles saber que el ICE está en el barrio. Diles que no abran sus puertas y permanecer en silencio. 4. Tenga un plan de acción si un ser querido se encuentra detenido. Tener el nombre de un abogado de inmigración de confianza en la mano. Tenga un plan para que pudiera cuidar de los hijos menores. Recuerde que si ser detenido, usted puede ser capaz de pelear su caso y obtener la libertad bajo fianza. 5. Tenga especial cuidado en la mañana. En nuestra experiencia, las incursiones ocurren con mayor frecuencia en la mañana, por ejemplo, en la época en que la gente vaya a trabajar.'’
I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW I AM A TERRIBLE PERSON but i’m kinda stuck with fractures atm (i’m working on it!) … so here is my first clint imagine! :) ALSO! this takes place before natasha goes undercover in stark industries and steve gets defrosted, so they’re just plain agents of shield, not avengers yet.
Could you do one with “This is probably a bad time, but marry me” and Clint x reader
hope you enjoy, nonny!
There was nothing like an early morning raid to start off your day.
Even though neither you or your boyfriend Clint were morning people at all, Natasha still managed to break into your apartment, stuff the two of you with coffee and sustenance, and push you into the jet.
You wouldn’t be anywhere without her, in all honesty.