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JxJ’s Week of Birthday Fluff - Day 1 (You Found Me)

Thursday - March 16 - 10:13am

‘Straight. Right. Straight. Left. An early birthday present…for me…’

And on and on it went, changing directions or going straight, she let her heart guide her to where Jushiro-san meant her to be. That and the romantic trail of purple and white petals he laid out for her somehow. She can only imagine how early he’d woken up to set this up before he left on his mission to the world of the Living. If choosing men was like purchasing a scratch off ticket, then she won the 100 million yen prize. She woke up to a note placed beside her, explaining that he planned a week of birthday surprised for her to make up for his absence. She was overjoyed. She was ecstatic. She was the luckiest girl! However…

There was one teeny little problem…

“I wanna to throw it! It’s my turn! Give it here, pachinko-head!”


…And it took on a very big form whose back you were obligated to follow. Him and friends, of course. With the two characters of comedic and immature traits, both whom would give Urahara Kisuke a run for his money, they ran circles around your little group, Jemma’s romantic little petals appearing to now form a bizarre satanic circle, looking to bring about the gay lord of hell.

“For 5 minutes…can you both not be yourselves?” Jem asked, trembling in annoyance. “FOR FIVE MINUTES!”



“Thank you. Kenny, take the damn basket…”

~*5 Minutes later…*~

Somehow Ikkaku managed to keep his patience as the little pink monster nibbled on his head before moving to braid flower crowns for the 3rd seat and her captain. It looked good on them. If you were into the whole Mafia-turned-hippies-by-the-Boss’-daughter sort of look. Then absolutely!

As they all walked, Yumichika was dutifully studying a paper of what looked to be a map of the Seireitei. Meanwhile, Kenpachi continued to grumpily toss petals (if doing so was even possible) behind his back for her to follow. At this point, she failed to see the purpose as she already caught them in the act when she first began following the trail. But hey, if he enjoyed being the flower girl, who was she to stop him?

Jemma held back stifled laughter as she imagined him in a white kimono, throwing petals down an aisle.

“Uh…captain. We’re going the wrong way.” Yumichika had finally spoken up.

Thank goodness. The man reading and being quiet was beginning to worry her. Normally, she couldn’t get him to shut up about his tips to 'improve herself’. It took all the strength her husband had to restrain her from wringing his skinny neck.

“What?” Kenpachi growled.

“Ukitake-taicho said this way.”

“I was going that way.”

“You were going the opposite direction…..” That remark earned him a fist full of petals thrown into his so-called lovely face.

“Don’t tell me what I already know. I was checking to see if you were paying attention and you passed. Let’s go.” He grinned a smug, raunchy grin and changed course.

~*20 minutes later…*~

[In front of the White Road Gate - Jidanbo’s gate]

“Well this can’t be right…” Yumichika spoke as he stare at the tall stone gate.

“You peacock! Give me that map!”

“I want to see! I’ve got a great sense of direction!”

“Shut up, midget. You’re about as useful as a broken compass.”

Jem sighed as the quartet entered into another quarrel. At this rate, it would take all day. 'Honestly, Jushiro-chi…when it comes to petal tossing, the expert is obviously Nanao-san.’ After all, it’s not like she does it for a living, given her taicho. Note the heavy sarcasm. At random, she glanced at the sconces to the right of her. What was normally supposed to hold a torch for when it got dark for guards on duty, now held a lovely, pink hued lily in its hold. She lightly gasped and gently took the lonely flower from its grasp and pressed it to her face. Attached to the torch bracket was a folded piece of paper. Looking over her shoulder to see the group still growling at each other, she removed it and read the carefully written words. It was done neatly and professionally, something only her perfectionist husband would be capable of producing.

“My precious Jem,
By now, I am sure they’ve taken you for quite the 'adventure’. Forgive me. I initially had a much better choice. A more competent Nanao, to name one-”

“Called it,” she smirked and continued reading.
“…but she had other duties to perform. So though you may be driven to the brink of insanity, please try to bear with it and accept this flower. A small token of my affection for you and a promise of good things to come. I also gift you with this poem. Read it and see how it compares to my love for you, my beautiful dream.

'I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)
I am never without it (anywhere I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
I fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

Here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)’

By E.E Cummings

How does it compare? Enjoy your day, my love. And the many more that is sure to come. I’ll be home to you soon.

Yours forever more,
Jushiro Ukitake”

If the sky was blue and water was wet, than her heart was the raging wind, for it beat fast and furious. A warm blanket coated her innards and spread to her face as she read the sweet words over and over again. Her feet absentmindedly walking back towards her guides. They were waiting once they noticed her distant form 5 minutes ago. It was obvious the letter was from the taicho who sent them on this quest, evident from the flower, which resembled the petals they threw and the large grin that graced her lips. Jemma spoke softly, “I think this is what we came here for.” A sudden force focused her mind and she clutched the paper to her chest. “We have to keep going. There may be more!”

Everyone stared at her.


~*4th Division, 10th Division and 8th Division Baracks (current location) later…*~

“I foooouuuunnnnddd it!” Yachiru screamed from Kenpachi-taicho’s shoulders.

“Oh, Yachiru, thank y-…why are you wet? You’re bleeding!” Jem stopped and stared, her jaw partially open. They’d been running in circles (for which she is ever grateful) around the Seireitei, looking for similar tokens, like in front of the Western gate. Jushiro did not make it easy for any of them. He was having way too much fun with this particular game. Though she did admit, he was one hell of a romantic.

“Oh, it’s not mine. I had to teach baldy a little lesson after he pushed me in the pond. That’s where I found the last flower. Lookie! It came with a letter this time!”

Jem excitedly took the flower and the letter. It was a lavender daisy. The ones before had been a lavender gilly flower and a deep blue irises. It made a lovely bundle all together, the wonderful shades of purple and blue complimenting each other. Quickly, she opened and skimmed the letter. Her face tinted a light pink, she lowered the letter and partially folded it.

Yumichika, with Ikkaku over his shoulder, called out, “I’m going to the 4th before this fool loses too much blood and dies. Not that that would be a loss on my part but I wouldn’t want to ruin the beauty of this courtyard. Precious Jem, I hope you find what it is Jushiro-taicho left for you.”

“Yeah…thanks, Chika-kun.”

Oh. It occurred to her that Yachiru was staring expectantly at her. Sort of like a, 'Where to next?!’ Kenny was just standing with an incredibly bored look on his face and she wondered how her husband employed him for this task in the first place. She smiled, thinking that it no doubt had to do with the substitute soul reaper, Ichigo Kurosaki. “Ichigo this” and “Kurosaki that”. As much as she wanted to say it, she dared not utter aloud that it sounded like a teenage school girl’s crush on the most popular guy in school.

“Um…why don’t you guys go with him? I…I think I’m supposed to finish this alone.”

“Finally. Later.”

Before she could even finish blinking, Kenpachi was behind her, dragging a moaning and screaming Yachiro. You’d think he was carrying her around by a noose. Within the minute, he turned the corner and was gone.

'Well, geez…you could at least show some hesitation about leaving…’

She continued walking and followed the path of petals that were carefully laid out, incomplete, by the only man romantic enough to start it. Jemma already knew where it lead to. But the gesture was so sweet, she took her time memorizing every petal, every scent of the different flowers, and the coolness of the wind this day. Cool and calm and gentle…

Just like her Jushiro…her captain…her love…

“Hello again, my sweet Jem,

I’m sure by now you must be at your limits running around like this. I just want to thank you for taking the time to humor. I have been truly blessed to be gifted your affection. You’ve managed to fill a hole in me. Before, my life was scattered and a bit disorganized. It was beautiful, of course, and I never once regretted my life. When I became a shinigami, everything seemed to come together and I was able to support my siblings much easier, despite my illness. But still, it felt like something was…missing. Then you came along and suddenly…everything tied in together. The happiness you bring me is the most effective medicine I’ve ever been given.
Now I ask that you fulfill this old man’s last request for today and go to the lieutenant’s assembly. Don’t ask how I managed to take it over. I haven’t. What I’m doing is completely unauthorized. Tread carefully, my dear!

All my love,
Your husband,
Jushiro Ukitake”

[10 minutes later - Lieutenant’s Assembly]

Jemma stood in front of the door to the lieutenant’s assembly room. What she didn’t expect was Nanao to be waiting for her…holding a single flower. To think he managed to rope in the 8th division’s uptight Lieutenant into this scheme…she decided to tease.

“Well, well, well, Nanao-chan…you? I mean, your captain, sure, but, who knew you were such a sucker for romance?” she smirked as Nanao stood with a blank face, clutching her clipboard to her chest with her left hand and holding out the purple Matsumoto aster in her right. Others may have taken her more seriously…but it’s hard to do just that when the fukutaicho had a cute blush across her across, covering her face and reaching the tips of her ears.

“Is he finally rubbing off on you?”

“A-A-A-Absolutely not! That’s ridiculous! This is a favor to my captain’s best friend!”

“Right, right. Is that a flower in your hair?”

The flower was gone as soon as Jem brought it up. “What flower?”

'Jushiro…you clever fox…only she would do this sort of thing without a price.’ Jemma rolled her eyes. “All right, Nanao. We’ll play it your way. What’s in the room?”

Nanao held out the flower to her once again and moved to open the door. “Please. Look for yourself and read the P.S in the last letter he left for you.”

“I already read it.”

“You what?! That was supposed to be for…oh, never mind. Go in.”

The sliding door slowly slide open and the sweet scent of all the flowers she was given matched the bundle she held in her hand. It was an explosion of the senses, what she saw in there. And she felt herself begin to cry. “Jushiro…” Her mind drifted

'P.S Don’t read this part just yet. When you come to face Nanao, when you walk into the room, open the letter again. But knowing you, you’ll probably read it anyway.’

Of course she did. And it was all the better she did. She must have read that letter dozens of times before she got here. She stepped into the room and gazed around. Warm tears slide down her cheeks as she gazed at the flower filled room. Apple blossoms decorated the floor, scattered but done so thoughtfully and with ease. It’s pure white color highlighting the cool hues of the much bolder flowers above it. The gentle scent tickled her nose and lifted her heart. Banners of braided daises and irises hung all across the room. It looked like mother nature threw up, but still she saw the sweet and careful thought that went into this. She looked to the bundle in her hand. Every flower he had her find was right there in her hand…

'The scattered flowers represent the life I led before I came to be in the Seireitei. Before I came to know the treasure that is your love which captures me, your embrace in cold nights, and your warm touch on sleepy mornings. Everything before all that was…disheveled yet…there was still beauty in such a life. I was alive and somewhere in this world, you existed.’

Jem walked forward and hiccuped, unaware of all the people who helped her, even Shunsui, the 8th Division’s Captain, came to watch the glory. Although Yachiru biting on Ikkaku’s bandaged head killed some of the lovey dovey vibe, but it took more restraint than he thought he was capable of to hold it together.

Her eyes were suddenly drawn to the bouquet of flowers, encased in a beautiful and rich purple, the color of royalty. She cocked her head to the side and rubbed the tear streaks away. There was a part in the middle missing from the bouquet. She noticed that the bouquet, too, matched the flowers in her hand and she realized what cheesy intent Jushiro had meant.


'Stop being so…unbelievable…are you a dream?’

Fresh tears filled over and she knew she was dripping from her nose too. Jemma could only imagine Jushiro smiling sweetly and brushing her tears with a handkerchief and even blowing her nose. Does she even adult?

She was the missing bundle, she thought as she placed the flowers in the center of the bouquet, found all over the Seireitei, finding pieces of herself, of her life as a soul reaper with the friends she made, before settling with Jushiro.

'Place the flowers you have gathered in the place it’s needed most and you’ll understand what I mean…you are the missing piece. You complete the bouquet of my life and make it beautiful and worth living. You tied everything together. You made my world make sense. From the moment we met as friends, you’d been carefully braiding the flowers into a beautiful arrangement that we now live in. I can never repay the love you have shown me. But allow this old man the chance to try. And I swear my life to you.’

“Jemma-san! Are you all right?”

Nope. That was it. Her heart couldn’t take the sweetness. She’d have to go to the dentist. She couldn’t take such charming gestures. She’d need Unohana to restart her brain, given it hasn’t fried to a crisp from the overload of romance. She’d need Kenny to sock her  in the face to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. Jemma’s knees wobbled and she clutched the table for support. Nanao ran over to place her hands on her shoulders, but she wasn’t paying her attention. Jushiro’s words kept replaying over and over again.

Jem was being led by the fukutaicho with the intent on going to the 4th.

“There we go, Miss Jemma,” Nanao murmured soothingly.

“I think she’s broken! She looks funny!”

“That’s enough, Yachiru.”

Before Jem even made it to the door, her mind immediately caught the little pink haired gremlin’s next words. “Well, if Jem-chan doesn’t want it, I’ll take it all! Mine, mine, mine!”

Her back straightened, her breath stilled and she grabbed Nanao by the shoulders, gently but firmly placing her just outside the room. Before Yachiru could lay a finger on even the apple blossoms, she was grabbed and tossed like an oversized bowling ball with her fellow soul reapers as the pins. Striiikkkkeeeee!

She stuck her head out and looked Yachiru right in the eye.


And proceeded to slam the door. The sound of furniture piling against the door suggesting that she planned to stay for the long haul.

'P.P.S I’m sorry, my love. I know I’ve come this far, but I can’t help but think…you don’t think all of this is a bit much, do you?’

[Extended ending]

The gruff voice of the Captain-Commander Yamamoto spoke through the other door.

“Open the door.”



“Jemma, you cannot stay in there forever.”

“Yes, I can.”


Well, Shit. (A Voltron Fanficiton)

You remember when I said I can’t write fanficiton for shit? Well here we go! My best attempt! If you like it please let me know! I’m working on Chapter 2! Takes place after season 2, after finding Shiro (because Shiro will come back I will not accept anything else omg). 

CHAPTER 2 IS NOW HERE: http://violaswimmer.tumblr.com/post/156953215941/well-shit-a-voltron-fanficiton-chapter-2

















ALSO YOU CAN READ THE WHOLE SERIES ON ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10025633

Lance and the Voltron Team go on a mission that goes horribly wrong. Lance is left behind to be interrogated by the mysterious Galra Prince Lotor. The team must rush to get him back at all costs. 

Chapter 1: Well, Great.

Lance awoke to the same face he had been seeing for a while now. That’s the thing about space, it’s hard to tell the time. But this Prince Lotor guy was making it even harder since he didn’t let Lance sleep more than an hour at a time, well he hoped it was an hour.

Team Voltron had been floating across the galaxy and found a distress beacon from a nearby planet. When they landed Allura asked the people what was wrong since they seemed pretty peachy for apparently being under distress. They lead the Voltron team to these large trees, like huge, way bigger than Earth’s trees. They entered a kind of makeshift elevator and when they reached the top they saw the problem.

A huge Galra ship hanging in the sky above them. No movement, nothing firing, just sitting there in the atmosphere above the planet. Obviously the people had panicked, sounded the distress beacon but the ship hadn’t done anything for a full week. The ship was making the people nervous so they left the beacon on hoping someone would come help them.

It was weird. Really weird. So of course they had to check it out. Team Voltron. Wooh. Anyway so eventually they went back to the castle. Allura and Coran did every scan they thought of and well they found no signs of life. Also weird. But they couldn’t destroy the ship, not from the castle. The shields were still up and they had to be disabled. So someone, namely Pidge had to get on the ship, disable the shield and get out so the castle could blast it out of the sky. Simple.

First of all Lance was the only one to think that maybe this wasn’t a great idea. Everyone else was convinced the scans worked, that no one was on the ship. Of course they went in still on alert but you know, things never go well for the paladin in blue. So Pidge was escorted by Lance and Keith while Hunk and Shiro waited with the castle just in case.

They entered the ship no problem. Not a big deal. Even got to the control panel without a hitch. But as soon as Pidge so much as touched the console things went to shit, real quick. When Pidge touched the console it set off some sort of alarm, out of nowhere Lance heard guards gathering outside the control room door. He and Keith readied their bayards then the comms went nuts. Shiro, Hunk and the castle had been surrounded by a Galra fleet. There was no escape. It had been a trap.

So Lance made a decision and a dangerous one. Without thinking he grabbed Keith and Pidge by the back of their uniforms and threw them over the edge of the control board, down a long drop where a vent lead to the outside of the ship. Pidge made a surprise squeak with Keith yelling Lance’s name. Lance turned and began to fire on the Galra soldiers. He knew what he had to do.

“I’m gonna blow the ship. Get as far away as you can, wormhole out if you have to!” He shouted over the comms.

There was muffled sounds of protest from Shiro and Hunk before the comms went dead completely. Great now they couldn’t communicate. The guards were piling through the door like mice escaping a hole. He had to hope that by now Pidge and Keith had made it far enough away, he couldn’t hold them any longer. So he turned his back, taking what cover he could from the tons of fire. He aimed at the crystal in front of him. He needed to break it. So he looked where he could fire. Where the crystal attached, he’s sure he can hit it. He aims, a shot from one of the guards hits him in the shoulder. Doesn’t matter. He breathes and fires. The shot hit sure and true and the crystal began to crack, sparks coming from it. Lance jumped into the cavern, going down the shaft to the vent. The crystal explodes.

Lance can’t hear anything, the explosion must have blown an ear drum. His back feels hot, spinning out of control into open air, jet pack not functioning. Great. Blue isn’t near enough to get to him. He had no idea how the castle was if everyone was okay. But the g-forces were causing his head to spin and he began to lose consciousness. His last thought was, I hope everyone gets out okay. Lance’s vision goes black as he continues to tumble towards the planet’s surface.

Everyone sees it, they hear it too. Keith and Pidge managed to get back to the castle in one piece right before the whole ship goes up. The explosion would have been spectacular if it wasn’t so frightening. Hunk and Shiro stopped fight just of a moment in sheer horror as the whole ship explodes. Lance was on that ship.

But the explosion works. The fleet takes damage, the explosion bigger than usual since they were fighting in the atmosphere rather than space. It takes out several ships. They have a chance to escape.

But everyone is frozen. Until they see it. A tiny figure tail spinning out of control in a blue and white suit.

“Lance!” Shiro shouts, trying to get to him before he hits the surface. But enemies were replacing the destroyed ones and he couldn’t get there in time.

Suddenly the ship that had hung back for the entire battle did something none of them expected. It sent out a beam of purple light and shined it on Lance’s out of control form. Lance’s body went limp, still and then slowly began to drag him toward the Galra ship.

Keith yelled, “They’re taking him!”

“We have to get him!” Pidge insisted. She hated the way he was limp, was he unconscious or worse?

They rushed to go get their lions. But Allura’s voice stopped them.

“YOU CANNOT!” She shouted.

Everyone paused even Shiro and Hunk who were still fighting outside the castle but they heard it over the comms. They had never heard Allura scream like that.

“We must wormhole out, we cannot win this fight.” She said this time barely a whisper.

There was a stunned silence before Keith of all people shouted.

“That’s LANCE out there! He just risked his life to give us a chance! We can’t abandon him!” Keith said, outraged.

Allura took in a breath.

“That is exactly why we need to go. Now. Lance bought us time. We can’t waste it.” She turned to them, tears in her eyes. Keith’s rage quickly melted.

“We will come back for him. We will find him and bring him home. However we need to be alive to do that. I’m certain we would not survive an assault on that ship. We must leave. Now.” Allura said tears streaking down her cheeks.

She wiped them the best she could and went to the comms telling Hunk and Shiro to come back. They were going to wormhole out. Reluctantly they came back, looking pale and worried. The ship made the wormhole, leaving the Galra and Lance behind.

Lance’s head felt heavy. His back felt worse, dry and stinging. He was being suspended against a wall. Arms, legs and torso bound by heavy thick clamps on the walls. Everything hurt. He slowly raised his head, moving it seemed to make it worse but he needed to see where he was. He knew he wasn’t in the castle but where exactly was he?

He blinked his eyes. Realizing quickly that one was having trouble seeing, which is a great thing to add to his ever growing list of problems. The room was dark with metal floors, walls and ceiling. Purple lights lined the walls in a linear pattern. He recognized that purple anywhere. He was on a Galra ship. Great.

He spent time looking over his injuries. He took a shot to the shoulder, he remembered that. But the rest must have been from the explosion or the free fall. His back was burnt, realizing the sensation. His left eye couldn’t see very well, vision was dark and tinted red. He could feel a cut over his eyebrow pulsing and swollen. His jaw felt fat and burned. The clamps were holding him to the wall a bit too tight and it seemed hard to draw a good breath. What a mess.

Soon the door flew open, showering the room in purple light. A tall man stepped in, long white hair and purple skin. Yellow almost glowing eyes looked at Lance with an interest that made his skin crawl. He was wearing armor, fancy armor. This guy was definitely in charge. Lance smirked, confidence couldn’t fail him now.

“Who are you? Zarkon’s replacement?” Lance asked, smug

The man took a moment and smiled.

“Yes, something like that.” He confirmed.

Lance was a little stunned, he honestly hadn’t expected him to answer.

“What, really?!” Lance asked, shocked.

The man smiled.

“My name is Prince Lotor, I am Zarkon’s son.” He took a step forward, examining Lance a little closer.

Once satisfied with being a creep he backed off.

”I must inform you that your fellow paladins have abandoned you.” Lotor said.

Lance breathed a small breath of relief. So they did get out. Good. That’s good, Lance thought although he couldn’t help the lump forming in his throat.

“Oh don’t worry, they’ll be back.” Lance said confidently.

Well he hoped anyway. Lotor paused and smile kept on his face.

“If that’s the case, how about we get started?”

Lance swallowed the lump was getting bigger. Two guards from the hallway came through the door.

“Bring it big ears.” Lance smirked.

Lotor’s face didn’t change, not even a twitch of anger. Now that Lance could see him up close, for a Galra he was pretty handsome. Nice hair. Although he seemed not all Galra. Lance wasn’t sure how he knew that but something about him read a little more of something else.

Lotor took a step closer, the guards following him closely as a flood of more people came into the room. Druids, that’s what their called. Cloaked with masks but the creepy witch lady wasn’t there which was a relief. But they shuffled in with metal floating boxes and began to take out what Lance had to guess was torture devices which wasn’t so great.

Lotor began to talk.

“You are the blue paladin of Voltron, riding the blue lion which also is a leg of Voltron. You were injured due to the explosion on the false ship over the planet of Neva. You escaped through a vent but the explosion was rather close to you. You were sent into the atmosphere were the gravity forced you unconscious. Our ship rescued you before you hit the planet. Once on board we treated some of your wounds so you did not die. But we left the majority that were not life threatening. Once you were brought aboard our ship the rest of the paladins used the explosion to escape us via wormhole.” Lotor smiled.

“This is the information we know. You see Zarkon was not one to share information with others. He unfortunately did not leave me any information about Voltron or its paladins. So I must gather the information myself.” He paused as a druid handed him something small and metallic.

The lump in Lance’s throat was growing bigger. He wanted to go home. He was scared. Terrified. But somewhere in the back of his mind which was flooded with terror rose something else. He remembered he protected the team. They were fine and were going to live for another day. Something in Lance clicked in place like a gear in his body was replaced with something stronger.

It didn’t matter. What happened to him didn’t matter. He must do everything he can to keep everyone safe. His emotions became steel and the breath that had been coming too quickly slowed. The fear was still there but that was natural the rest was made of unmoving steel.

Lance looked at Lotor his eyes narrowing and smirk plastered all over his face. He was not afraid.

“Why don’t you just get started then? Quit the chatter.” Lance snarled.

Lotor paused and blinked momentarily surprised. But then his smile grew across his face.

“Oh. I will have fun breaking you.”

So quick. Lance didn’t even register as Lotor took the small metal object and shoved it through Lance’s hand. Lance screamed.

Remedy (9)

Bucky x reader

Bucky’s POV.

Notes: trigger warnings! Implications of sexual abuse, mentions of torture, swearing, injuries, angst, fluffy, smutty, a very protective Bucky who knows exactly how to be sweet and careful.

Taglist is fixed! Please message me if you want to be tagged. (not on this post pls, just message; I just can’t keep up otherwise!)

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“I will put you back together” Chapter 1

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”

Originally posted by duarteartiq

“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.

The voting for Golden Disk Awards has begun!

Bts is nominated in the Album category

As far as I know, there’s only one way to vote and it’s downloading the voting app which is available for only android users so far.

The way it works is that you have to collect points with which you can vote. One vote costs 200 points and the way to collect points is to:

1) Open the app and go to Charge

2) Do “missions” aka liking the golden disk facebook page for example


You have to download apps and/or answer to polls and play games online (which might have viruses and like to steal your personal information so please be careful)


You can buy points, which is probably the fastest and the safest way to do it.

Happy voting!!!

Catch Me (Day 6)

Summary: In which a bet leads Bucky to have to catch you every day for a week, no matter what.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,562

Intro / Day 1 / Day 2 / Day 3 / Day 4 / Day 5 / Day 7 

Thank you to @avengerstories for editing this. You’re an absolute queen.

Originally posted by nadinpu

“Hey Y/N,” Steve greets after knocking softly on your door. He’s wearing a pair of black basketball shorts and a white t-shirt. It’s a stark difference from the uniform he wears during missions. “I’m going on a hike to -”


Steve’s eyebrows shoot up. “Yes? You want to come?”

“That I do, Cap.”

He laughs. “Wow, I wasn’t expecting you to say yes.”

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Undercover? With Him? {Part 1}

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: You and Peter have a slight grudge against each other and when you are assigned to go undercover as a engaged couple, you have to get over your differences.

Word Count: 797

A/N: I’m SOOO excited for this! Tell me how it is!

Warnings: Nothing. Well, HAMILTON but nothing else. Also Peter is 22 and so are you.

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Best Friends

Originally posted by peterparkerimagine

Requested: By an anonymous person entirely too long ago.

Pairings: Peter Parker/Spiderman x ClintashDaughter!Reader

Summary: Tony is throwing a party at the Avengers Tower and everyone is expected to attend and so Y/N is on a mission to find her friend.

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 1,029

A/N: I hope that you guys like this one! The new spiderman trailer has me feeling some sorta way, so I hope that you guys like this!!!

It wasn’t like you were in love with him. Sure, every time he walked into a room your heart fluttered a bit. And it might make you feel like you’re going to vomit when you see him, but in a good way. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, Peter Parker made you happy.

He had been making you happy since the time that he waltzed up to you at your dad’s party without realizing that your father was Clint Barton and your mother was Natasha Romanoff. Hawkeye and Black Widow, you couldn’t say that he was wrong to be a bit afraid. After your dad slung an arm around your shoulder and gave Peter a look that said, ‘back off of my daughter’, he had become a blubbering mess around you.

You had been working on trying to get him to lighten up, but he seemed to avoiding you since that first awkward meeting. Your efforts offered little reward, though. Now, you could at least make it through a few minutes of conversation before he became uncomfortable and fidgety.

Tony had decided that he was throwing his annual Christmas Party again and it was required attendance for all of the Avengers. You knew that Peter was going to be there, and immediately had started to form a plan.

You had strung up a bundle of Mistletoe, and so help you, you were going to get Peter under that plant if it was the last thing that you ever did.

After a few weeks, the night of the party had arrived, and your plan was in motion. A spring of mistletoe was safely placed in a corner of the room, and you looked absolutely dazzling if you did say so yourself.

Everything was going perfectly, except Peter was nowhere to be seen. You had circled the room several times, and there was no sign of him. You had even gone as far as to ask your mother if she had seen him anywhere,

“And why would you want to know.” She asked, sounding like she already knew the answer.

“Tony said that he wanted everyone here. I just didn’t want my friend to get into any unnecessary trouble.” You answered, trying your best to sound innocent. You knew that it wasn’t working.

“None of us have seen him.” She said, laughing at her own private joke. “But none of us have been looking for him either.”

There it was. Your mother had picked up on your crush and told your dad. After that, of course the rest of the Avengers found out about it as well. You couldn’t remember the last time you went an entire day without someone making a sly remark about the feelings that you harbored for him.

You shook your head, deciding to circle the room one more time, hoping that he would have showed up by now. Peter may be perpetually late, but he usually managed to make it within the first half hour.

You saw Steve and your dad by the bar, Tony on the dance floor with Pepper, Thor and Bruce over on the couch, but no sign of your best friend anywhere. Well, if he wasn’t going to show up, you were going to take matters into your own hands.

First you checked the gym. Sometimes he preferred to train rather than show up to parties. After that, he wasn’t in the common room, or the movie lounge. After a long time of searching, you decided that he was probably in his room.

You mentally chided yourself for not thinking of that first. On the way there, you felt fidgety in the elevator, not sure if this was really a good idea. You had been friends with Peter for so long, was it worth it to mess it all up?

The path to his room was one that felt awfully familiar at this point. The two of you were friends, so it isn’t like that is something that would have been uncommon. At least that was what you told yourself.

You saw the light on under his door, and allowed yourself a small sigh of relief. At least you knew where he was, and hopefully it wouldn’t be too hard to convince him to come down to the party.

You opened the door to find him asleep on his bed, clothes still on and a math book discarded on the edge of his bed. A small smile grew on your face. Even though he was an Avenger, Peter was not going to let school fall by the wayside. “Peter,” you said quietly, laying a hand on his shoulder to wake him. “We have a party to go to.”

Peter scrunched up his nose and rolled over in his bed, not wanting to wake up yet. Out of all of the things that Peter does, waking up on time was not one of them. “Peter, its not funny anymore.” He groaned again. “Come on,” you groaned, leaning over and moving his textbook onto his desk. “You need to get up.” You sighed, shaking his shoulder again. “If you don’t get up this instant, I’m going to burn your math homework, and I know that you spent at least a few hours on it.”

And then, all at once, his eyes snapped open and his hand wrapped around your arm. And then you were laying in bed beside him, his head snuggling into the crook of your neck, and you didn’t really know what to do. Your heart was pounding and your entire body felt like it was on fire. Thankfully it wasn’t.

“Um, Peter?” you whispered.

“Five more minutes.” He grumbled pulling you closer.

“Tony is going to kill us if we don’t show up at that party eventually.”

“We both know that your mother will cut off his hand before he can lay a finger on you.” he mumbled into the place where your neck met your shoulder.

You laughed a bit, choosing to kick off your shoes and snuggle into him, instead of thinking about how this was definitely not something that best friends are supposed to do.

Missing Shield (4/4) [Ft. Reader x Captain America]

Summary: When Captain America is injured on a mission he loses his shield. When he goes looking for it, he’s surprised by who has it.

Originally posted by sheisraging

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

“You’re alive!” Sam said with tears in his eyes.

“No thanks to him,” you teased as you pointed to Steve, who was looking between the two of you with a puzzled expression.

Sam walked into the room and stood in front of you, he couldn’t believe it was really you.

“Well are you going to hug me or not?” you asked and Sam wrapped his arms around you and swayed from side to side as he cried. You fought back tears as you rubbed his back gently, you knew he would have so many questions.

Steve watched the two of you as clung to each other, it was clear that there was something between the two of you. If he was being honest he was jealous of Sam but he had no right to be, he didn’t even know you. 

He felt a little out of place as about two minutes passed and Sam was still holding onto you for dear life, to the point that you were starting to have a hard time breathing.

“Sam, you have to let go or at least loosen your grip because I can’t breathe,” you breathlessly said.

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nsfw prompt list #34 and #1

#34: “I’m going to blindfold you, alright?”

#1: “Lie back and let me take care of you.”

These are fun. Send me these!

You smile coyly at Bucky from your perch in his favorite armchair in your living room. He returns your smile, not moving from his place against the doorframe.

“What’s this?” he asks softly, gesturing toward your lack of clothing with a raised eyebrow.

“Just because you’re away on missions all day doesn’t mean we can’t have fun when you get home,” you shrug.

Bucky smirks and stalks toward you. You bite your lip as his blue eyes lock with yours, and don’t notice you’ve stopped breathing until he’s standing right in front of you. Bucky leans forward, placing his hands on your thighs.

“You want to play, kitten?” he asks, staring right into your eyes.

You nod, trying your hardest not to whimper.

“Words, baby,” Bucky breathes.

You lean up to press a chaste kiss to the corner of his lips before answering.

“Yes, I want to play.”

Bucky’s hands move from your thighs to your hips, and you throw your arms around his neck. He smiles as he lifts you up, waiting for you to wrap your legs around his waist before he walks out of the living room and down the hall to your bedroom.

“You know I missed you a lot today, doll,” Bucky whispers. “Been thinkin’ about that pretty pussy all day. Steve kept getting on my ass about getting distracted. But how could I stay focused when I was thinking about coming home to fuck you and hearing those pretty little noises you make for me?”

You gasp at his words, making him chuckle. Subtlety is not one of Bucky’s finer traits.

“I missed you too, Buck,” you mutter, absentmindedly playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Yeah? You gonna show me how much?” Bucky asks, opening the door to your bedroom with his foot.

You nod, pulling his mouth to yours. Bucky groans at you having caught him off guard but reciprocates the kiss, trailing his tongue along your bottom lip. You sigh when his tongue touches yours, grabbing the back of his neck to pull him closer. Bucky smiles against your lips and walks you toward the bed. He lightly taps your thighs, letting you know he wants you to get down. Bucky holds you close as you slowly slide down his body, letting you feel how hard he is. He cups your cheeks in his hands, making you look into his eyes.

“I’m going to blindfold you, alright?”, he asks, searching for any hesitation.

“Alright,” you whisper, earning a smile from Bucky.

“Good girl,” he whispers. “Sit on the bed for me, princess.”

You do as you’re told, watching as Bucky pulls a bandana out of his back pocket. You raise and eyebrow and he smirks.

“I’m always prepared, even on missions.”

He laughs as he folds the blindfold enough so that it will cover your eyes, and leans forward to press a soft kiss to your lips. You close your eyes and lean into the kiss. Bucky ties the cloth around your eyes and pulls away, leaving you to chase his lips. He chuckles, and lightly pushes your shoulder. You frown.

“Lie back and let me take care of you,” Bucky whispers.

His hands grip your thighs as you fall back onto the mattress. Bucky sinks to his knees, marveling at the sight in front of him. He licks his lips as he spreads your legs, ready to taste what he’s been craving all day.

What You mean to Me

Their relationship is still new and growing, but when Hanzo has to see McCree off on a mission for the first time he’s hit by just what the other man has come to mean to him.Written for McHanzo Week 2016. Day 1 Prompt: Firsts

Disclaimer: As always Overwatch and its amazing characters don’t belong to me, I’m just borrowing them.

Thanks to @infinite-atmosphere for letting me use her idea.

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Partners (Bucky x Reader)

Request: 1, 5 buckyyyy

#1: “Please don’t go. Don’t leave me all alone here … I’m scared.”

#5: “What the hell did I do to deserve to be paired with you?” 

Warnings: mentions of flashbacks/torture/violence/injury, fluff

Note: “~” indicates a small time jump to later

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Ok but can we talk about the picture ContactSH posted today?

So this morning he posted that he is going to look for the Highland Cow, as a part of his “mission” in Scotland, and three hours later he posted this photo

can we look at the shadow of the person taking this picture??



the hair is quite obviously similar, if not identical, to Sherlock’s curly hair

To me it looks more like Sherlock’s hair from season 1-3, because Sherlock’s hair is thicker and smoother in those seasons than the mess in season 4 (not saying it’s bad, just in comparison) which could signifies the distress he was experiencing.

If my observations were correct, this would mean either: 1. Season 4 did not happen in the Twitter verse (or at least as it happened to us). I am aware of Rosie existing and all the parent!lock they have been presenting, but to my knowledge they have not mentioned anything from the plot of season 4. Mary was mentioned once by John, which proved nothing but her existence in the universe (I mean if Rosie exists so does she), but her death or absence was never mentioned so we could not know why she is gone, it could’ve been for a completely different reason. Eurus was also never mentioned, but let’s be honest, we’d all like to think she is not real. (there is an Eurus account with the prefix Contact, but 99.999% certain it is just an average RP account who is using the contact accounts fame to gain followers) Or 2. After all the turmoil from season 4 (assuming it happened), John is finally making Sherlock happy again and began to take care of himself more (or John is takes care of him, either way), and is no longer the self-loathing person he was is TLD (I am crying a little bit just thinking about this).(Benedict have also mentioned in an interview that he deliberately gained weight for season 2 because he wanted to show how John has made sure that Sherlock eats properly and that living with John made him an overall healthier person)

We can quite clearly see the flap being the collar of Sherlock’s coat, which again matches with the coat in the show

However, there is one place where the coat seemed slightly different from Sherlock’s

the coat appeared to be shorter than the one Sherlock wears, but that could just be the angle this picture is taken from, but even it is shorter, it does not really change the fact that it is liked to the BBC

because this just reminded me of this guy

when going through his Twitter photos, I spotted many landscape pictures that reminded me of Scotland, but of course my knowledge of the UK is rather limited geography wise, so if any of you could help identify those places it would be great.

Now we know how setlock went to a lot of different places and had a lot of extra materials that wasn’t shown to us, which can be found at @the-missing-footage . And there have been many posts and theories about the connections between the cast’s trips to Krakow, Poland and the pictures on Contact_JM’s account. Also the picture taken from the BBC broadcasting building, it all links the accounts back to the BBC. I don’t recall setlock being in Scotland (I might be wrong, correct me if so). So could it be that Luke was the one responsible for taking pictures for the trip in Scotland?

The trip itself also mirrors the show in some ways,

The shadow, as we’ve discussed, looks a lot like Sherlock in THB

Some parts of the conversation between Sherlock and John also echoed with many details in THB, examples being Copper Dog and the fireplace.

So….. I just wanted to make a post about this, I’ll leave the deduction to you…

edit: I am aware of the conversation between Sherlock and John about “Vampires“ and “Night owls“ yesterday, but in the show it took place before Mary’s death, so I still do believe that there might be a possibility of the contact accounts having lived an alternative story than s4.

How Can That Be (12/?) [Ft. Reader x Hulk]

Summary: Bruce finds himself drawn to the new avenger by an unknown force. What happens when this force causes Bruce to become the Hulk?

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11

“You want me to sit another mission out?” Bruce was in disbelief, for the past three months he’s been told to stay behind while you and the others went on missions. At first he was okay with it but now he was getting very irritated.

“Well yeah but you said just the other day that you had lots of projects to work on. So you can do those while we go on the mission,” Steve nervously smiled.

You understood WHY he had been asked to sit out, in fact you were the one who suggested it in the first place. However, you asked the team to make it seem like it was their idea as you didn’t want Bruce to be hurt by YOUR suggestion.

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The Last Breath

Summary : A mission goes horribly for the reader, and the team has to face the harsh reality.
Prompt “You can’t salvage any of me”
“You’ve got to let me go” 
(I don’t remember where I got this from but if you know who/where, do tell)

Word Count : 1,208.

Warnings : Death?? Violence. Angst. It’s also a lot bit shitty

A/N : so this is my first EVER fic that I post here. I originally had another one that I wanted to post as my first (because I’m a perfectionist and want my first writing be good), but this came to me in the middle of the night and I just had to do it. It’s weird because the other fic I originally wanted to post has been in my laptop since August last year. SO yeah. I hope it’s okay, and I would like to know what you think (cue the sound of crickets)

Do note that English is not my first language so any errors do tell me (: 

Here goes… 

You don’t remember how you got into this mess.

You don’t remember how a huge block of what used to be a wall had smashed you to the floor, immobilizing you from protecting yourself from the rubbles that followed when the building violently shook.

You don’t even remember hearing the blast of a bomb (or perhaps several bombs) since you were too busy fighting for your own life against the merciless agents shooting at you. All your ears could pick up was the raining of bullets, hectic voices through your earpiece and the loud thumping of your heart.

What you do remember when you blinked your eyes in trying to regain your vision was how you got separated from your colleagues; the building was quiet, too quiet as you slowly walked down he corridors with your gun raised. Nat had secured the IT room with Steve, their next target of an archive room to be checked once you and Bucky had given the green light.

He looked at you warily, knowing how uneasy it felt as he continued the path with you. The flickering lights added an ominous feel of this whole mission, which only added to your apprehension. Every swift sound made the hairs at your back stand, every step of your boots to the floor had you holding your gun all the more tighter.

Straight ahead, you could see two pathways going opposite each other. Bucky stood next to you when you halted, scanning over your right before looking up at him and nodding for him to go left. You knew it was a reckless move to be separated by your only back-up, but you wanted this ordeal to end as fast as it could. Bucky was hesitant but when you gave him a stern look, he obliged. He too wanted this to be over.

The silence was heavy, and you forced yourself to pick up any disturbances. So when you heard the echo of guns fired, all of your senses were heightened. You turned just in time to see people clad in black with heavy armories charging at you, switching your defenses on. You fought, shot and slammed them out of your way, ignoring the injuries they left as adrenaline (and fear) ran wildly in your veins.

You tried to voice out your situation, but found it hard to even breathe as the pain shocked your body. You felt the crushing concrete on your leg and a stinging jab in your abdomen. It was with horror when you looked down at yourself, finding a jagged piece of industrial wire sticking out of you. The blood pumping out of you was enough to know that you weren’t going to make it out –not this time.

The piercing pain was excruciating, but it was the distant screams of your team mates that pained you the most.

Natasha was the first person to be next to you, and the terror splayed in her expression shook you to your core; she was always the best in hiding emotions and feelings, well-known to always be collected. You always admired how she would always be unreadable unless she wanted to be otherwise. So for her eyes to be bulged with fear, it affirmed you how fucked up you were.

Steve and Bucky set on to remove the block off of you before figuring out how to save you. You heard their panicked voices vaguely when they argued how to help you.

“Pulling it out will only make her bleed more” one of them argued. You could hear them call out for emergency evacuation, your situation made clear. You were shaking uncontrollably as the block was lifted, the breeze of cold air adding to your discomfort.

“Stay with me, (y/n)” you heard the soft voice of Nat as she placed both her hands on your shoulder, looking at your hazy eyes. With great strength, you managed to place your hand to her forearm and hoped the squeeze of your palm to her was real and not your imagination. You tugged your lips upwards slightly before mumbling an ‘it’s okay’.

“She’s turning blue. WHERE IS EVAC?” you heard Bucky yell before he was at your side. Nat moved to your leg, assessing the extent of the injury. You felt her prodding uselessly around.

You can’t salvage any of me” you croaked, feeling the scratch of your throat before spluttering warm liquid out of you. You tasted fresh blood on your tongue, your blood and knew the end was near.

They all looked up in alarm when another powerful shook of the building happened. You wanted them to go, wanted them to save themselves. But as if reading your mind, Steve interrupted your thought and said “We’re not leaving you behind. There’s got to be a way out for all of us” as he moved around.

You could only shake your head in protest when a heaviness settled on you. You felt like you were sinking down into the floor, your eyelids threatening to close your eyes permanently. Bucky wrapped an arm underneath your neck, pulling you closer to him.

“No. Don’t give into that, (y/n)” he shouted, though to you he may have simply whispered.

A hand had place itself on the crown of your head, so warm and gentle you knew it was Nat’s before her renowned hair came into view. She was stroking your head, a loving action that made you feel safe (however ironic it was). You still felt it ghosting over your hair even when she stopped, backing away from you to escape from witnessing a close friend be taken away, another friend lost once more.

Steve was panting, his helmet long ago discarded to show you his ruffled hair and furrowed eyebrows. He was standing close to your body, not wanting to touch your weakening form, not wanting to feel you slowly disappear.

Another violent jerk of the building forced them to come to terms with what was happening; the building was going to be in ruins and you, sadly, were going to be in it. Wordlessly Steve and Nat communicated this harsh truth, and agonizingly plucked out their emotions out of their way.

This somehow enlightened you. At least they would be safe. Steve placed a hand of Bucky’s shoulder, signaling it was time to move but Bucky was adamant.
“I’m not leaving without (y/n)” he spoke.

“Buck” you breathed, hoping he would listen to you just this once, “you’ve got to let me go” you continued.

You saw his eyes dilate in both shock and fear, the hold he has on you tightening before he made to argue, but Nat too was urging him to let you go. You didn’t dare look at Nat (not wanting her to spectate your last moments) as she pulled Bucky away from you.

You felt his arm place you ever so gently on the ground, and it was in that moment that you closed your eyes, finally giving into the weight that won’t open them again. You didn’t feel anymore stinging, piercing or jabbing as the lead-feel coated your body. With a last set of inhale and exhale, you didn’t even sense the building crumbling away.

And with it; you.

Tagging @imaginingbucky@avengersnthings because they’re the ones who inspired me to post my fics. You may not know who I am but thanks for the courage 

An Unlikely Trio - Part 3

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader

Word Count: 2587


A/n: Made this final part a bit long for all u loyal Kylo fans!! If you guys would like me to make an actual chapter series for the adventures of softie Kylo & his apprentice let me know!  
P.S. haha get it because the unlikely trio changes from reader + finn + rey to reader + kylo + kylo’s penis (I’m sorry I’m going to go jump off a bridge now)

 PART 1 - PART 2

“I can’t believe you! You’d risk our entire mission, just to save her!” You tried to hold your amusement in as General Hux was now scolding Kylo with a pointing finger.

“And don’t think you’re free of consequence either, (Y/n)!” Hux shouted, addressing you now. “How could you allow yourself to be captured? You’re better than that.”

“Hey! Leave her alone.” Kylo shouted, getting genuinely angry now. “She was attacked by a Nexu! If you were in her position you’d have probably died.”

Hux took a deep lungful, trying to calm himself. He muttered a “fine” under his breath, then turned and promptly walked back to his post. Once he was out of sight you burst into laughter, finding yourself in Kylo’s arms as he tried to contain you, but had caught on to the contagious fit with a smirk.

“He would be ten times angrier with us if he knew what happened.” Kylo sighed, his nose nuzzling into your hair.

“What happened?” You asked, jokingly indifferent.

“We- we’re together?” He brought his voice down to a whisper, and you couldn’t help but beam at how adorable his uncertainty was.

“Hm? We’re together?” You questioned teasingly, earning a soft slap on your arm. “Huxy will never find out. And if he does who cares? What can he do against two powerful force wielders?”

Kylo considered what you said for a bit, then nodded with a huff, pulling you flush against his body.

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Divided - Part 2

Pairings: Steve x Reader eventual/possible Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Violence

Word Count: 1671

Summary: You head out on a retrieval mission with the team but things go awry when and unexpected player enters the field.  

Authors Note: There is something about this reader character that is just freaking doing it for me, so hopefully y’all are into it as well. Anyway I’m really excited about this one and can’t wait to see what you guys think. Tagging is open, just ask

Divided: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

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You inch down the alleyway, your favorite knife poised in your hand as Steve advances in front of you, shield raised. “Be sure to be aware of your left flank beautiful, you always leave it vulnerable.” Steve says turning back to you as you roll your eyes at his observation, noticing before him the new presence of an opposing agent in the alleyway right in front of Steve.

You quickly raise your knife and propel it past Steve’s ear, imbedding it squarely in right shoulder of the hostile, causing Steve to whip round just in time to see the dropping body in front of him. “Yes Captain, please tell me more of my ineptitude.” You tease as you skip past him, retrieving your patterned handle from the chest of the man while he clutches at his wound.

Steve follows you as you turn the corner, seeing a guard with his back to you patrolling in your path. Without hesitation, you swap your signature close range knife for a heavier distance knife, the handle wrapped in black leather for added weight. You spin the knife delicately in your fingers, allowing the blade to point back towards you as your arm recoils into a 90-degree angle.

With a sharp flick of your wrist, you release the knife. It flies forward silently, embedding in the center of the guard’s shoulders, right below his neck, severing the spinal cord and killing him instantly. The guard silently crumples to the ground as Steve moves past you once more, “You could have just knocked him out, you didn’t have to kill him.” He scolds you, never fond of your emotional disconnect from the more violent aspects of your career.

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Eggsy Unwin Imagine - "Not Your Moneypenny" Pt. II

Title: Not Your Moneypenny Pt. II (Part 1)

Pairing: Eggsy x Reader

Summary: After Eggsy’s ‘incident’, (Y/N), Roxy, and Eggsy go on their first mission together. The results are as expected when you put people like them in a fancy gala filled with rich teenagers. (P.s. don’t even try to tell me that Roxy is not the slightest bit bi.) 

A/N: The long awaited part 2! Also, tell me if you want part 3 :D


Eggsy gritted his teeth as he tied and untied his bow tie. Normal ties were easy, he dealt with them everyday. Harry only had to show him twice and he immediately got it. Bow ties, however, were delicate and short, they require dainty precision, and Eggsy had way too much pride to Google how to do it with his large calloused fingers.

“Rox!” Eggsy called out with a defeated sigh as he untied his bow tie for the seventh time. “Could you come in? I’m having a wee bit of a problem!”

He could hear heels on the wooden floor from the other end of the door. “Uhh, no, it’s (Y/N),”

Shit.” Eggsy’s muttered under his breath, his eyes widening when he heard your voice.

“Did you need help with something?” you called out from the other end of the door.

Eggsy squinted at his own reflection in the mirror, contemplating it for a second, then shook his head, deciding that the awkward moment wouldn’t be worth it.

“Umm, no, thank you. Could you tell Roxy to come in once she’s done?”

He could hear you chuckle, causing him to furrow his brows. “I won’t bite if you actually need help, Galahad.”

Eggsy scrunched his nose at the code name. He never really liked the formality of the codenames. He always thought that Harry would have that name forever.

“Yeah, okay.” he sighed, unlocking the door.

He turned back to the mirror, hoping to maybe quickly figure it out so that he didn’t have to face you, but it was already too late seeing as you were already behind him.

“Need help with your bow tie?” you put down your clutch on the small table in the corner of the changing room, ready to help him.

“Uhh—“ Eggsy’s eyes widened once he took in your appearance through the mirror. You wore a pretty icy blue dress that seemed to twinkle when you moved. It reminded him of Queen Elsa from Frozen, Daisy’s favorite movie. He made a reminder in his head to make sure that Roxy watches that movie later.

He stole a glance at you again and admired your hair that was put up into a curly updo to frame your soft features, and your gentle colored make up that added youth to your face. Now that you were in normal clothes—well, relatively normal compared to the Kingsman suits—he could imagine you walking down the street like every other normal person.

“You look really young.” he blurted. Eggsy cursed at himself for his nonexistent filter at moments like these.

“Thanks?” your eyebrows raised, your lips pursing in an amused smile. “Did you need help with your bow tie?” you repeated.

“Yes, please.” he gave you a defeated look as he handed you the bow tie. Eggsy held in his breath as you walked towards him, standing only a few inches away from him as your finger accidentally touched his neck when you lifted up his collar.

“Cold?” you smirked once you saw goosebumps form on the sliver of skin that your finger touched.

“You said you wouldn’t bite.” Eggsy whined like a child.

“Sorry,” you chuckled, your skillful fingers working fast on his bow tie. “Couldn’t help myself.”

Eggsy noticed that when you were focusing, you had your bottom lip in-between your teeth. However, once you realized that you had lipstick on, you quickly pushed your lip out again. This happened a few times before you finally finished.

“There,” you reached out to straighten his collar and his blazer. “That should do it.” you looked up at him to give him a small smile.

“Wait,” you turned to walk out the door, but Eggsy grabbed your arm gently. You gave him a questioning look. “I never got to apologize for my,” he cleared his throat awkwardly, trying to find the correct words. “Ungentlemanly behavior.” he gave you a guilty smile.

“Oh, Darling. I said I wouldn’t bite, but it’s going to take a lot more than that if you want to be forgiven for being an arsehole.” you returned his guilty smile mockingly before exiting the changing room, walking away from an open-mouthed Eggsy.


“Do we all understand the strategy?” you asked, looking over Merlin’s clipboard. Technically, it was more yours than his seeing as you were always the one organizing it and making sure that everything is on it.

“Yes.” Eggsy and Roxy said at the same time. Roxy’s smile was big and her yes were wider than usual. Everything about you; from the way you made organized diagrams for the strategy, to the way you said ‘we’ like you were a real team, she admired.

“Remember, knights. I will be your eye on the outside. The only way I can see in is through your glasses, Galahad. If I see any suspicious guests, I’ll be the first to tell you. But once you’re in, you’re in. I won’t have control.” Merlin said through the partition of the limousine.

Eggsy nodded, leaning his arm against Roxy’s. Roxy gave him a bright, readying smile through her red lipstick that matched her red dress. Eggsy didn’t quite understand her dress; short in the front, long in the back. He shrugged, what did he know about women’s fashion anyway? Nothing.

“We’re here,” Merlin announced, pulling up to the front of the museum that was decorated to perfection tonight. Eggsy and Roxy’s eyes widened once they saw that they had reporters, a red carpet, and everything else in between. “Lancelot, Galahad, Morgana,” Merlin turned in his driver’s seat. “Good luck.”

“Thanks, Merlin.” the three of you said at the same time just as a valet opened the limo door for you.

“Smile for the camera.” you whispered before you stepped out, your dress descending behind you like a sheet of twinkling ice. Eggsy’s eyes widened as he followed you out of the car, the flashing lights immediately blinding him, Roxy following suit.

Everything happened at once; the shouting camera men, the flash, the music, the walking, the smiling.

“Ashton! Ella!” Eggsy could hear your voice, but he was too overwhelmed to figure out where you were.

“She means us, Dumbass.” he heard Roxy whisper in his ear before slipping her hand into his, instantly calming him down.

“Coming, Tricia!” Roxy grinned at you effortlessly, pulling Eggsy along by his hand hand.

“You’re doing great, Lancelot.” the three of you could hear Merlin through your earpieces. “Galahad, try not to look like you’ve just seen a ghost.”

“Don’t be shy, Ashton!” you laughed easily, still maintaining your smile as you posed for the camera while grabbing Eggsy’s other hand.

“You do this a lot?” Eggsy leaned down to whisper in your ear, now finally smiling.

“More than you, mate.” you winked, hinting about how he disrespected you the first time you met.

Eggsy made a wheezing sound, and Roxy had to suppress her giggles. “I-“

“Keep walking, guys.” you cut him off, slowly walking towards the entrance of the museum.

“Good job, Morgana. You’re all in now.” the three of you could hear Merlin as you walked into the museum. Everyone looked in place with their expensive outfits and the classy decor of the museum. Thankfully, Eggsy didn’t feel like the three of you were too far out. He could actually pull off this rich snob look, he thought. “Everything else is going to go through you now. I expect updates from all three of you.”

The three of you whispered a reply, indicating that you all understood.

“Ah! The Morgans, yes?” a familiar pretty young girl walked up, her long black gown swaying with each movement.

“Rose Gallagher! I’m Ella Morgan,” Roxy replied with just as much enthusiasm, immediately walking up to give Rose a greeting kiss on each cheek. You and Eggsy shared a shrug, not used to talking to immensely classy people. “Thank you for inviting us. This gala is divine.”

“‘Divine’?” Eggsy mouthed at you. You pursed your lips to suppress a laugh.

“No problem, Darling,” Rose gave Roxy a subtle wink. She was flirty from what Eggsy could tell; wavy, shoulder-length brunette hair, petite body, big eyes, dimples. Soft and delicate. “Any young person who appreciates art as much as my family does deserves to be a part of this fine night.”

“The Morgans are known to have eyes for sculptures,” Roxy winked back. “These are my siblings; Tricia and Ashton Morgan.” Roxy stepped aside.

“Pleasure to meet you,” you grinned, going in for the cheek kisses like Roxy did. Roxy raised her chin in pride once she realized that you had just used her as an example.

“M’lady,” Eggsy cheekily raised an eyebrow as he kissed the back of Rose’s hand. It wouldn’t hurt to have a little bit of fun. Roxy rolled her eyes.

“My, what a gentleman you are.” Rose blushed.

“Trust me, he’s only a gentleman around the pretty ones.” Roxy joked, hinting at Eggsy while giving you a knowing look. Eggsy took a step back, his cheeks darkening at Roxy’s comment.

“You’re funny,” Rose eyed her, the smirk on her lips causing her dimples to appear. “Well, I should greet the rest,” she gestured to the entrance. “Enjoy the rest of the party.”

“You too, Miss Gallagher,” Roxy smiled politely.  

“Please, call me Rose.” she winked at Roxy before walking away with the flirty sway of her hips. 

“I think she likes you.” you pursed your lips in amusement at Roxy, once Rose was out of earshot.

“Pfft, n-no,” Roxy sputtered.

“Yes, Rose Gallagher is known to fool around with quite a lot of men and women,” Merlin’s amused voice interrupted through your earpieces.

“Oh my god,” Roxy blushed, hiding her face behind her hands. “Can we please just get on with the mission?”

“Right,” Merlin cleared his throat. “I suspect that the sculpture Norman tried to steal would be somewhere obvious, where everyone could see.”

“Yes, I see it.” you gestured at the large sculpture near the back of the hall, glimmering in the golden light from the grand chandelier hanging above it.

“Looks like Quincy Norman is going to have his work cut out for him tonight,” Eggsy mused.

“I don’t think Norman is that much of an idiot,” you could hear Merlin roll his eyes. “If he was going to steal it, he wouldn’t do it himself. Lancelot, Galahad, your job is to blend in and find any suspects through the inside. Morgana, you will have to find the security system to keep an eye on the party. Good luck.”

“Alright,” you straightened your dress once Merlin stopped talking, giving your colleagues a light smirk. “Who’s ready to party?”

Hurt Me (Part 4- Final)

Pairing: Bucky/female Reader

Summary: Reader/Bucky have been going out for almost a year now. Reader is pregnant, but Bucky’s insecurities strain their relationship. 

Word count: ~600
Author’s Note: Fluff, finally! This is the last part.

Masterlist here | Part 1 |  Part 2 | Part 3 (previous)

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