#that’s why james loves him when they’re adults

[maladaptivewriting]

i like to imagine that regulus was a very bossy child. like he was the youngest cousin, but when all of them played, he dictated exactly what they did.

[moonstruckme]

Hey girl. I saw you were asking for whimsical!reader. The one that you did with James was so cute!!! Could we get another part to that? Also you’re one of my fave authors on here.❤️❤️

Hey babe, so honored! There are so many amazing writers on here, so I really appreciate you taking the time to read my stories :) Thanks for requesting love!

cw: hurt (not direly) animal

James Potter x whimsical!reader ♡ 846 words

“Jamie, do we have any seeds?” James hears you enter through the front door. He turns down the TV to hear you better. 

“Seeds?” he asks. “Like, for gardening? I don’t think so, love.” 

“No, like sunflower seeds.” Your voice fades as you move into the kitchen, cupboard doors opening and closing. “Or actually, kale would do. Can I use some of your kale, please?” 

“What?” He gets up to go to you. “What are you making?” 

James finds you standing in front of the refrigerator, trying to tear open his container of kale with one hand and cradling an alarmingly complaisant-looking bird in the other. 

“Sweetheart,” James says slowly. You tilt your head at him. “Is that a baby bird?” 

“Of course not.” You smile guilelessly, eyelashes kissing at the corners. “Don’t be silly, I know better than to take a baby bird away from its nest. This is a bullfinch. It’s an adult, they’re just small.” 

He nods. “And why’ve you brought it inside, lovie?” 

“Because something’s wrong with it,” you say softly, as if wary of the bird overhearing. “It flew into Mrs. Hutchinson’s window—you know, the older woman down the way? Anyway, it’s alive, but I think it’s in shock or something. See how it’s letting me hold it in my hand?” 

James says that he does. 

“It shouldn’t be doing that,” you finish somberly.

You’re telling him. 

“But I’m fairly sure you’re not supposed to touch wild birds,” he worries, fighting vigorously against the urge to take the thing from your hand. “They carry diseases, don’t they?” 

“I’ll wash my hands.” You finally get the kale open, taking out a few leaves and holding them in front of the bird. “I couldn’t just leave it, Jamie. Mrs. Hutchinson has a cat. What if it had found it all frightened like this?” 

James takes a breath and forces himself to remember that these are the things he loves about you. Though he does prefer when your kinder traits don’t come at the risk of avian disease. 

“It’s not eating,” you fret, watching as the poor thing’s reddish belly pumps with quick, tiny breaths. “Do you think we should give it some water too?” 

“Can’t hurt,” James agrees, grabbing a small dish and filling it from the tap. “Why don’t you bring our little friend outside? We can put this stuff on the ground and see if it’ll eat then.” 

He doesn’t add that despite its equanimous facade, the bird is probably scared shitless sitting in your hand like that. You take to his suggestion happily, leading the way out to James’ small porch. You set the bird down gingerly. James does his best to match your carefulness, placing the little dish of water and a few pieces of kale in front of it. 

“Come on, lovely,” you coo, voice extra soft and sweet for the small creature. 

James’ chest aches at the sound of it. If this bird dies, he’s going to have to arrange a whole funeral for your sake. 

“Let’s give it some space,” he says gently, wrapping his fingers around your waist to encourage you back towards the door. “It might be too scared to eat with us around.” 

You press your lips together as you nod. James nuzzles your hair compassionately. The pair of you sit on his doorstep in silence, you gnawing your lip raw and him reminding himself repeatedly not to hold your hand. After what feels like hours, the bird moves. 

Its head twitches towards where you sit, and then, without even touching the meal you’d set out for it, it flies off. 

Ungrateful prick, James thinks. 

The sigh that leaves you is so loud that he starts to panic before he sees the relief on your face. 

“It’s okay,” you say, not quite teary but looking dangerously close. 

“It is,” James affirms. He’s unable to keep from smiling, you look so adorably thrilled. “It may not have had much appetite, but you saved it, angel.” 

“Did you see the way it looked at us?” You’re awed, looking up at him with huge eyes. “It knew. It could tell we were the ones that helped it.” 

James isn’t sure he can get fully on board with that theory, but he’s not going to burst your bubble. 

“I’m sure it did,” he says, standing and taking your wrists in his hands. You get up too, and James holds your hands out away from you, shouldering open the door to go back inside. 

You follow him gamely. “What are we doing?” 

He leads you over to the sink, forcing you to keep your hands in front of you like a surgeon’s the entire way. “Washing your hands,” he replies. “Don’t need you falling ill from some rare bird disease.”

“I don’t think our friend would have given me any diseases,” you say, though you don’t resist when he holds your hands under the hot water, pumping soap into them. “It liked me, I think.” 

“Oh, I have no doubt it did, sweetheart. But just to be sure.” 

[anxiousnerdwritings]

(God this is so all over the place but I just needed to get these thoughts out😅)

I can’t find the exact ask it was but someone had sent something in a while back about yan!Bellatrix moving into Spinner’s End and making a version of the Black Family tree on one of the walls of the house for the Reader and ever since I have fallen in love with the idea. I think it took place in the scenario of Muggle!Aunt!Reader getting her letter and attending Hogwarts or being an obscurus and getting to still attend Hogwarts later on thanks to Lily. And with one of the last asks having the Evan’s home being a safe haven I just can’t let go of the idea of the Marauders Era doing the same in their time resulting in them having their own makeshift family tree wall at the Evan’s with everyone on it cause they had become this sort of blended friend group/family. Honestly, it ends up being more of a tree of obsession for the Reader.

I, of course, will forever stand by the thought of Andromeda and Ted being friends with the Reader and the Reader even getting the two together in the first place if she went to Hogwarts. It starts out by the Reader giving their house out to Andromeda and Ted to meet and be able to hangout with each other. I just love the idea of the Reader (especially Hufflepuff!Evan’s!Reader) being a total wingman for her bestie and fellow Hufflepuff Ted (maybe there even ends up becoming a poly thing later on since the Reader has been so involved in the two’s relationship, it would end up being a little off without the Reader there with them👀🤷🏻‍♀️). Eventually the Evans home ends up becoming a safe place for Andromeda (similar to the Potter house being a safe place for Sirius) and she ends up hanging out there even when Ted isn’t over and really builds a bond with the Reader. If that were the case then you can bet that Andromeda would have gotten out of the Black family a hell of a lot sooner and she would have gone straight to the Evan’s house.

Eventually, other Marauders end up showing up to the Evan’s home. Lily has no idea how a good majority of the other Slytherins outside of Andromeda know where her and the Reader live. James and Sirius are completely under the belief that Snape told them cause Andy would never, and eventually Lily starts to believe it too resulting in her becoming even more overprotective than she already was of the Reader. Meanwhile, Mr and Mrs Evans are running out of space for all these kids showing up on their doorstep.

First, it was Andromeda, then maybe Regulus showed up looking for his cousin and ended up staying. For a time it’s just those two being there and Lily’s friends/housemates hanging out during breaks and whatnot. Then one day, Bellatrix is on the Evan’s doorstep talking about being there to bring her sister home but really she just uses that as an excuse to be there herself and getting to see where and how the Reader lives. She ends up leaving without much of a fight or anything only to show back up later with a suitcase of her own and Narcissa in tow. The next thing Lily knows her whole house is full of magical blood purists who are for some uncomfortable and frustrating reason being extremely territorial of her precious sister. And apparently Rita Skeeter found her way there too.

I do love the idea of some of the parents coming to collect their children only to end up sticking around at the Evan’s house too. Unlike their children, most of the adults don’t quite move in but visit often. Except Walburga, she full on moves in. With or without her husband, most likely without him.

I have this concept of Walburga becoming extremely obsessed with the Reader, whether they’re an obscurus or not. I don’t really know why. Maybe it’s the innocence and naivety of the Reader that stirred something in Walburga, maybe they reminded her of when she was a child before she became the person she is today. Whatever it is Walburga wants to clutch onto them and never let go. Like, I have this scenario of the Reader ending up at the Black house for dinner and them offhandedly thanking Kreacher for their meal or something and Walburga inquires about it, asking why they would thank the servant for doing their duty only for the Reader to reply with it being mannerly to do so in the muggle world. And everyone’s reaction in this situation is so stressed and on the edge of their seat waiting for Walburga to fly off the handle but she surprises everyone by thanking Kreacher too. Albeit, she is completely rigid and monotone doing it but after, Walburga looks to the Reader and asks if she did it right. I just like the thought of the Reader nodding with a little smile and Walburga looking so proud with herself. Hell, Walburga would even try to get the Reader to stay the night at Grimmauld Place that very night but Orion, Sirius, Regulus, Andromeda and Bellatrix are able to put it off and get the Reader back home. Meanwhile Walburga ends up at the Evan’s house days later and basically kidnaps the Reader only to have them be her guide and show her around some muggle shops and whatnot out of pure curiosity and wanting to spend more time with the Reader.

[vinylfoxbooks]

25 Days of Jegumas | Day 1 | Day 12 December 13 - Party | @noblehouseofgay | wc: 873

“Why does Harry’s school have multiple Christmas parties?” Regulus complains, finishing putting his coat on, “In what world do children need to have two, one this far away from their break?”

James laughs, “It’s not a Christmas party, love. This is parent’s day. The kids are going to present what they’ve been working on throughout the year so far to us and we’re going to get to talk to their friends and classmates. Lily and Pandora are going to be there, too.” 

Regulus sighs, “I guess. And we’re there for both Harry and Luna?”

“Of course, what kind fo question is that. Luna is your goddaughter and my step-daughter.”

Regulus hums, “I guess, just as long as we don’t have to be there for very long.” 

James shakes their head, “Harry is going with Lily and Pandora tonight, so I’m sure that we can make some excuse as to why we might need to leave, or we can tell Lils and Pandora and they’ll be fine with it.”

“Don’t be rational while I’m complaining.” Regulus pouts just a bit, putting his shoes on. 

James hums, pulling Regulus to a stand and towards their body, “It won’t be that bad, and we’re not even there for the entire day.” 

“But I have to leave the warmth of our home and my office to go to something where I have to deal with gross, sticky children and parents that are way too attracted to you.”

James laughs softly at that, “We’ll have Lily and Pandora there. I know that they don’t believe that we’re married, but if I have Lily step in for me then I’m sure it’ll be easier. This will be the first time that the parents see me with anyone other than you.” They hum, linking their arm through his and guiding him out of the house, “And don’t talk like that about Harry’s classmates.” 

“I’m not wrong,” Regulus pouts, smiling gently at them and letting them guide him to the passenger side of the car. They make a show of opening the door for him, which Regulus rolls his eyes aat before getting into the car. James closes the door and circles the car to get in as well.

Lily and Pandora are doing well when they meet James and Regulus in the parking lot of Harry and Luna’s school, albeit a bit tired from all their traveling. But they’re bright and they’re happy and James and Regulus pull them both into hugs and kiss their cheeks. When their greetings are done, James smiles at their ex-wife, “Rrgulus has requested that you play the role of James Potter’s wife so the parents don’t try to flirt with me and they finally find an ‘real’ reason to back off.” Lily laughs softly but agrees, reaching out her elbow for James to take. Regulus says something -- probably snarky -- to Pandora as they slot their elbow with hers before doing the same with his best friend. The two couples enter the school and check in, get their badges, and head to the classroom that their children are in.

There are a couple adults in the room, a couple talking to the teacher sittting at the back of the room and two sets of parents kneeling near their kid’s’ tables. 

“Papas! Mamas!” Harry calls from where he’s curled next to Luna with sheets of paper in front of both of them and they’re sharing crayons. The little boy pops up, taking a second to help his step-sister up as well before the two are stumbling over to the four and pulling them into little, enthusiastic hugs. Luna seems thrilled to be seeing James and Regulus since she hasn’t seen them since Lily and Pandora went on their trip. And with that, Harry grabs at James’ other hand and pulls them towards Mrs. Kelly, their teacher. 

Mrs. Kelly smiles at them when she’s finally able to pull from her previous conversations, “It’s lovely that you all managed to make, there isn’t much strcutre here. The kids can just take you to see their artwork and you can read about the inspirations of it on each of the papers in the groups. You’re good to leave when you see fit, just come here and sign out, which I need you to sign in. You can also check out Harry and Luna but let me know and write that you’ve done that if you want to.” The family nods, so the teacher nods back and heads to talk to another set of parents that just walked in. 

Harry and Luna spend about thirty minutes pulling the adults around the little room and showing them their respective artworks before all of the art has been seen and they’re signing out and pulling Luna and Harry out of the class, artowkrs in their bacpacks. James and Regulus say their goodbyes to the kids and head to their car while the ladies get the kids in their carseats. 

“See,” James says once they’re in the car and heading home, reaching to rest their hand on his thigh,  “I told you that it wouldn’t be that bad.” 

“I guess you were right.” Regulus rolls his eyes, putting his own hand over theirs.

Day 14

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Why do you think Sirius gave up on his family? Do you think he thought they would forgive him for becoming friends with a blood traitor so he just did what he wanted but as the war progressed he realized he has to actually make a choice? Like he took it as a rebellion and angst at the beginning and only later realized how real the pressure was? Did he not love them enough? What was the deal there? (I know you are a Snape account but I love your takes on other characters as well that's why I'm asking for your opinion on this. Btw I read your fic and I love the way you write Snape's internal dilemas)

Well, you can ask me about any character—I don’t exclusively talk about Severus hahaha and i love to rant about things so... Also, Sirius? Can’t stand him. But I like him as a character because I find him so cynical and hypocritical that he’s absolutely fascinating. I’ve always had this love-hate relationship with rich kids from ultra-conservative families who play at being progressives and think they’re these righteous justice warriors but, at the end of the day, are still just privileged kids with privileged prejudices and privileged habits. And I mean that sincerely—no irony intended. I’ve met plenty of people like that in my life, and I think Sirius is a very realistic representation of the cognitive dissonance that people like this tend to have.

That said, here’s something I’ve always thought. Obviously, this is a personal headcanon based on my own experiences with people who fit his profile, but I think it holds water. Usually, people like this—those who grow up in oppressive environments and eventually become atheist anti-religion types, join the communist party to scandalize their ultra-right-wing parents, or turn into crypto bros after ditching the vegan hippie commune their parents raised them in—do this stuff in late adolescence, almost as adults. But Sirius? He starts rebelling really early, as a kid. By the time he’s 11, he already feels the need to rebel against his family.

It happens the moment he meets James, when James establishes that Slytherin is the worst. Sirius comments—offhandedly, without any resentment or anger—that his whole family’s been in Slytherin. He doesn’t seem like he’s at war with them yet, but you can tell he kind of likes the idea of not being in Slytherin just to piss them off. Add to that the fact that he hints in OotP that his dad was a pushover and calls Regulus an idiot—like he was just a fool—but he doesn’t seem truly resentful toward either of them. Sure, they didn’t have a great relationship, but when he talks about them, it’s more with antipathy than hatred. All of this leads me to the same conclusion: mommy issues.

Sirius had major mommy issues—or at least, that’s how I see it. Rich boys with daddy issues rebel by trying to become powerful men, detached from the arena where their fathers succeeded, but determined to surpass them. Rich boys with mommy issues? They turn into psychos. Seriously, that’s just how it works—I don’t make the rules. I think Sirius always clashed hard with Walburga because (and this is my favorite part, because this isn’t just a headcanon; I’m absolutely convinced of this from the little we see of their interactions—or of him with the portrait—in the books) they had the same shitty personality.

Walburga was a dominant, explosive woman with an imposing, even despotic, character. It’s very reminiscent of Bellatrix and, by extension, very much like Sirius. I think Regulus and Orion had similar personalities—the same kind Narcissa shows: arrogant, smug, classist, but restrained and composed. Egocentric, but calm. Walburga, Sirius, and Bellatrix are the other side of that aristocratic coin: the type who believe they’re entitled to everything and everyone, the kind who bulldoze over everything in their path. They’re wild and uncontrollable personalities, especially if someone tries to rein them in.

In my mind, Sirius took after his mom, and Walburga couldn’t stand having someone so much like her constantly challenging her authority. Sirius, meanwhile, couldn’t stand her trying to control him. So at age 11, his rebellion was probably just a tantrum aimed at his mom, a way to piss her off as much as possible. From there—and thanks to James’s influence, as well as the credit Sirius gave James because, spoiler-not-spoiler, James was also a rich pureblood wizard like him—he started adopting James’s worldview. Not because it was rooted in firm beliefs or clear reasoning, but because James had a family that wasn’t insane, so he was probably right. And if parroting James’s ideas at home gave his mom a few gray hairs, all the better.

It snowballed and escalated until the relationship was unsalvageable. James offered him a place to stay if he wanted to leave, and Sirius moved out. But the start of it all? A tantrum aimed at mommy. Sirius has some massive mommy issues he just can’t handle. And the funniest part? He’ll do anything to avoid being like her. He’ll go to any length to do the exact opposite of what she would do. But in the end, because they share the same awful personality, he behaves in the same violent, despotic, narcissistic way she did—just with different victims: Kreacher or Severus, for example.

It’s a brilliant little Oedipal case study.

[solitaire-sol]

Daily Prongsfoot Thought 010

James spends a good chunk of his life not fully understanding how hot he is. I know, that sounds impossible, but consider: He’s spent as much of his life as possible, from age 11 on, with Sirius Black. It’s not like James thinks he’s hideous or something, he knows he was a cute kid, but 11-year-old Sirius Black looked like one of Effie’s china dolls that she kept out of reach once James started walking (and had to repair anyway because, well, James). Once a few years passed, it was impossible to notice that Sirius was already eye-catching, though his early height and generally cool-towards/others attitude meant he was never the type adults cooed over (unlike bright-eyed James, with his big grin). And once puberty kicked in? I mean, James might wear glasses but he isn’t blind.

This never bothered James, though; on the contrary, he was proud! Look at how amazing his best friend is! Damn straight everyone stared when they walked into the Yule Ball! James has no idea that people were also staring at him, because… Well, why would you ever look at anything else when Sirius Black is standing there, all sleek and regal? James is so used to automatically looking to Sirius, often to the exclusion of others, that it seems natural for people to do so, too.

When they finally get together, James will finally experience self-consciousness for the first time in his life, and Sirius will be utterly bewildered to realize what and why. The problem is solved when Sirius resolves to spend the rest of their life telling James how much he loves his toned build, his flyaway hair, his hazel eyes that turn gold in the light, the strong line of his jaw, that firm yet eminently squeezable ass, the way James’ mouth curves into a pout or a smile and shapes itself around Sirius’—

Sirius appreciates every part of James, is what I’m saying, and James returns the sentiment, and honestly, they’re both pretty ridiculous about it well into their sunset years, wrinkles and graying hair and all.

[thelovelyruin]

10 𝖏𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖘 𝖔𝖗𝖗 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖙.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘 : nanami x fem reader (celebrity au!)

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖓 : being married to a celebrity comes with more than what you expected.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓 : angst with a happy ending, smut, porn with plot, vaginal sex, oral sex, choking, praise, pet names (good girl and pretty), love, teasing, fingering, edging, overstimulation, mentions on stress and anxiety, arguing, stalking? (from paparazzi), hate sex, breakup sex, established relationship

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖙 : 3.1k

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗 : inspired by lyrics from 10 james orr street by strawberry switchblade.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘 : hello lovelies, thank you so much for reading! i hope you enjoy it, if so, follow me for more. au revoir!

18+ MDNI ADULT CONTENT

A note dropped through the door, tells us to go, but I know that you will tell them to go somewhere else.

You walk in front of Nanami now, your security guards trying to escort you two into your Hollywood Hills home. Camera flashes blind you as you attempt to walk to the front door, but one particular asshole decides to get in front of you both to take a photo. That was the last straw for Nanami.

“Give me that damn camera. You think it’s okay to take pictures of people on their property? I’ll get you arrested, motherfucker!”

Nanami took the camera and threw it on your stone driveway, destroying it. He realized at that moment that his actions would result in even more drama for the news to exploit. He could see it now, "Kento Nanami gone crazy, commits vandalism". You guys finally reach the door, the security guards open it for you as you rush in, Nanami slamming the door shut behind the two of you.

Because you know that I want to stay in this house forever, I don't want to ever leave.

It all started when you and Nanami decided to go public with your engagement. His fans were shocked, considering you guys kept your dating lowkey, but once you agreed to marry him, Nanami thought it would be appropriate to let the world know you were about to be Mrs. Nanami. Then, there was the wedding, which thankfully you had in Greece, meaning less paparazzi, but more of them waiting for the newlywed's arrival back home. All you could do was prepare for the change that came with being Nanami’s wife.

For a while, you were hiding out in Nanami’s second home in Bel Air, but why were you hiding? Because you wanted to go on a simple trip to the beach with Mei Mei last month. You went onto social media that night and endlessly scrolled through posts of people commenting on your bikini-clad body. She’s gained weight. She’s getting thinner. It’s like they couldn’t make up their fucking minds. Then there was the next week when you and Nanami walked the red carpet for his new movie premiere. You were absolutely stunning, at least that’s what your husband and friends told you, but you felt anything but. Being overstimulated by the camera flashes, you let go of Nanami’s arm before you could get overwhelmed, in which he didn’t force you because he was aware of your intentions. Oh, but you were so stupid for that. Constant break-up rumors hit the internet, and that was a hot topic. So much so, Wendy fucking Williams featured you on her show. Humiliated, Nanami decided you should stay home for a while to let things cool off, and of course, you couldn’t listen.

How could I ever live in another? This is where I want to be.

You walk towards the kitchen, grabbing a drink of water to decompress as Rob and the other escorts work on closing every curtain in the house. Nanami, obviously furious, walks to the living room, grabbing the TV remote. He turns it onto TMZ, where they’re talking about you out for lunch at Cecconi’s in West Hollywood earlier today.

“Are you fucking kidding me? I give you one fucking rule, don’t leave the damn house without me!”

“Kento, I-”

“Then, not only do you leave without me, you leave without an escort. Anything could’ve happened to you!”

The next clip shows you throwing your middle finger up to an undercover paparazzi taking pictures of you while you were eating, causing Nanami to begin pacing about the living room.

“And that, what the fuck is that? You’re practically begging to get bombarded with negative articles.”

You fix your face into a fit and walk up to Nanami in the living room, slamming your things down on the table, you two yelling at this point.

“Negative articles, that’s what you’re worried about? Excuse me, MR. BIG TIME MOVIE STAR, I didn’t mean to go outside to take a breather and spend time with myself. ALONE. ”

“That’s not what I’m saying and you know it. I could care less about what they say about me, I’m trying to protect you! Every fucking thing I’ve done has been to protect you!”

“I’m tired of this shit, what did you want me to do? Smile for the fucking picture while I chow down on my fucking ravioli?”

Nanami sighs and wipes his hand down his face, walking up to you and grabbing your hands in his.

“You know what? I’m tired of this shit too. Trust me when I say I love you, but I can’t have you going through this constantly. We should get a divorce.”

At that moment, you felt your entire world crashing. Your house began falling apart brick by brick, the curtains were burning, and the floor was crumbling. You throw his hands out of yours, pacing back and forth with your hands in your hair. Long story short, you were losing your shit.

“You don’t mean that.”

“I do. It’s the only way-”

You know that there won't be a high wall I can’t climb and find the things that I find.

“Kento, you’re not serious. You’re not fucking serious right now. Is it because I didn’t listen to you? I’m sorry, okay? I should’ve stayed put and waited for you or Rob to take me out.”

“It’s not that simple. You’ve been harassed for weeks on end, just for fucking breathing at this point. I can’t keep seeing you hurt.”

“I can go back to Bel Air and hide out there again. I’ll stay there as long as you need me to!”

“So they can follow you there? And then what, hm? We have to move you all over again? No, we get a divorce and then my fans and the media will leave you alone.”

“But, baby, I, just please…”

“I’M NOT ARGUING WITH YOU ANYMORE. Start packing your things and Rob and the others will help you move them out. I’ll get you an apartment in Soho, but you’ll have to wear a disguise for a while. I won’t be seeing you anymore, it’s for your own good. ”

 I'll have to leave them where they are, I don't want to go far.

And with that, you begin to cry. Grabbing your purse off the table, you wipe away your tears and run towards the grand staircase, throwing your MACH & MACH heels over the balcony. Nanami hears the sound of your heels hitting the floor, rushing to the lower landing to ensure your well-being, only to be met with your clothes being thrown over the balcony at him.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“Throwing all of the shit you bought for me out! Keep all of this shit, I don’t want it anymore.”

“Oh, don’t be such a goddamn cunt about this. You know I fucking love you.”

You stand at the top of the balcony, looking him in his eyes as you throw your rolex over the edge, diamonds scattering all over the floor below.

“Fuck you.”

A tear-stained pillow doesn't seem to help me, I can't make you change your mind.

You begin to grab your cosmetics out of the master bathroom, frustratedly dropping toothpaste and lotion bottles amidst your tirade. You run back into your separate closet, scouring the shelves for a bag big enough to hold your clothes, but alas, you realize your efforts were in vain when all you find are your Birkins. Pacing about the room, looking for the clothes you had before you met Nanami. Then you remember, you have your Goyard duffle in his closet, which as much as you hated it, you were gonna have to use. Walking across the hall, you see Nanami coming up midway on the staircase. You chuckle a bit, running to the closet to grab the duffle before he can stop you. Unfortunately for you, when you turn around to exit the room, Nanami stands in the doorway.

I look through my window and I see all I want to, how can I leave it all behind me now?

“What the fuck are you doing?”

You push by him, pissing him off even further. You’re walking back to your closet now, Nanami closely behind.

“What do you mean, Kento? I’m packing my things.”

“No, you’re going on a rampage!”

As you walk into the master bedroom again, you get a glimpse of the backyard through the window, memories of you and Nanami dancing on the patio together and friends coming over for discrete cookouts. And now here you are, leaving it all because he was picking his fans over his wife.

I've done all I can do, I want to stay here.

“A rampage? Bitch, I can show you a rampage.”

With that, you walk back into your closet, throwing clothes off hangers as he stands in the doorway, scorching with anger. Every piece of clothing you throw, Nanami picks up and places in a pile on the bed, presumably to organize later. In revolt, you walk out into the bedroom, throwing them back on the floor again.

“The fuck are you doing?”

“The fuck am I doing? You mean, the fuck are YOU doing?”

This could be my home forever, but you say I can't come back ever.

You walk up to Nanami, glaring up at him, considering he was much taller than you (not to mention his bigger frame).

“You tell me you want a divorce, how do you expect me to react? Be a good little wife and kiss your ass, ‘Oh, Kento, I understand.’ Then you must be fucking DELUSIONAL!”

Picking up the clothes from the bed, you begin throwing them at him.

“You ungrateful motherfucker… I BUILT THIS HOUSE, ME! I picked the goddamn floorplan and the furniture and everything? Who do you think manages things around here when…you’re off shooting another movie…or screenwriting another TV show? Me, you asshole! You get to come home and relax after working, and what do I get?... Harassed by your…fucking…fans…because you’re too scared…to tell them to FUCK OFF!”

You don't know just how much I wish I could stay in this house forever… 

In a swift motion, Nanami comes over to where you’re standing on the other side of the room, grabbing the back of your neck and kissing you roughly. At first, you try to push him off, but eventually, you give in. You know you can’t resist him, not when he’s kissing you like he’s gonna eat you alive. He quickly brings his hands up to lift your legs off the floor, wrapping them around his waist as he drops you on the bed, much too frustrated to be gentle with you. And that’s where the love bites come in, licking and sucking at your neck like some kind of animal and it just feels so good. Especially when he brings his hand up to your tits, pulling your shirt down to release your breasts, expeditiously putting one in his mouth, rubbing your nipple between his tongue and teeth. You push him back, leaving him in an upright position where he has the perfect view of you. Frantically, you begin making work of his button-up, and when you get caught on the top button, he rips his damn shirt off. But who cares right? What’s another $300 shirt? He makes it quick when he pulls your shirt off of you, then your shorts, and finally, flips you onto your stomach so he can unstrap your bra. His lips are back on you now, licking and sucking his way down your back, breathing down your spine as you let out soft moans into the pillow. He stops at your panties, bringing the fabric of your thong between his teeth as he brings his fingers up to hook under the strap. He rips them off, which was the least of your concerns, especially when your husband is lifting your lower body up so that you’re on your knees.

…I don't want to ever leave.

Nanami pulls you closer to him, hooking his arms under your legs to bring you close to his face. And then, well, he goes to town. His tongue starts to pump in and out of your pussy, hearing the mewls and squeals you’re trying to hide in the pillow. He pulls his tongue away, watching you squirm and whimper for it to come back.

“Stop moaning in to the pillow, I wanna hear you, baby.”

“Oh, I thought I wasn’t your ‘baby’ anymore?”

He’s angry, bringing his face down to eat you again, and he’s fucking amazing at it, making you feel like a virgin with how fast your orgasm was coming. He’s got your clit now, sucking at the bud like there’s no tomorrow. And you’re a mess, moaning his name into the air and gripping your fingers into the bedding. Nanami bring his hands up over your legs to massage your ass, gripping and slapping the skin and he swears he’s fallen in love with you all over again. 

You’re nearly at the end now, that fire burning inside you and Nanami’s tongue being the damn gasoline. Sure, you were still mad at him, but currently, all you could think about was the way he was fucking his tongue into you, lapping your juices up happily, dedicated to making you cum on his face. And that’s exactly what you did. As your body began to jerk, he brought your pussy closer to his face, so close that it was suffocating him, but who cares if he couldn’t breathe? His pretty little wife was cumming so lovely on his lips, to which he drank up, fully indulging your essence. As you were coming down, your body turned to mush and you sank into the bed, but that didn’t stop Nanami from continuing.

“Ken, I can’t…”

“I know you can, pretty girl. Give me one more.”

How could I ever live in another?

Overstimulated and spent, you come down from your second orgasm, but you knew Nanami wasn’t done with you. He quickly pulled you to the end of the bed, pumping his fingers inside you to prepare you for his dick, which he was pulling out of his pants. Your mind was still fuzzy, because you hadn’t even heard his belt fall to the floor, or his pants, or his boxers, or his watch, or his chain. Well, you woke up pretty damn fast when you felt him slowly sink into you. You swear you died in that moment, drowning in lust as Nanami parted your pussy like the red sea. But now, he was teasing you, moving his hips at a terribly slow pace, and to be frank, it was pissing you off.

“Kento…”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Please, just fuck me already!”

“If you insist, dear.”

You’re beginning to wish you hadn’t said that. Nanami started fucking you at a dangerous pace, bouncing you back onto his dick just to slam his hips back into you again. His hands were on your hips now, fucking you deeper and harder, making you moan gibberish into the air. He brings a hand up to slap your ass, reveling in the sound of it smacking against his stomach. He laughs a bit as you moan with every slap.

“Look at you, such a brat earlier, and now you’re falling apart on my dick.”

“Fuck you.”

“Trust me I am.”

Immediately, Nanami halts, pulling up your upper half, his hand gripping your shoulder as he begins fucking the shit out of you. If you thought you were going mad before, it was definitely happening now. All you can say is his name as he drills his dick into you, hand around your throat as he makes your eyes roll into the back of your head. You can tell he’s close from the way he’s panting and moving at a more rhythmic pace. He lets your shoulder go slowly, bringing your body back down to meet the sheets. One hand on your side and the other gripping the bed, he lowers down to your face, sucking on your neck as he fucks into you deep and slow. His face is nuzzling in your neck and hair, taking in your scent as he hears you moan and groan at the pace of his hips. You’re so close and Nanami knows too, that’s why he’s fucking that spot in you that has you throwing your head back and losing yourself on his dick.

“C’mon baby, give it to me. I wanna feel you cum for me.”

That was it for you, body spasming from your third orgasm. You ride it out as you feel Nanami fill you up, groaning and whimpering your name into your ear, sucking the skin there and panting.

“That’s it, that’s my good girl. My pretty little wife.”

This is where I want to be.

Nanami falls to your side, groaning sadly as he pulls his dick out of you. Both of you stare at the ceiling now, panting like you ran a marathon. He looks over at you and then gets up to go to the bathroom, you hear him organizing something as you remember you pretty much moved like a tornado in the bathroom trying to pack your things. Shortly, he come out with a washcloth in hand, cleaning you up while you squirm from overstimulation. He cleans himself and throws it into the hamper in the bathroom, walking back to you on the bed and lays down. He pulls his arm around you and you can’t bring yourself to take it off of you. 

“I’m gonna get you more security and tint the windows on the Ghost, the Aventador too. We should probably get you therapy too for all the stress and anxiety this has given you. I’ll have Alexandra fix your things back in the closet and I’ll take you to replace the damaged items. I’m gonna talk to my manager and see if he can organize paying some of the snappers to fuck off, I’ll be going on to my socials to tell my fans to relax. Can’t keep fucking with my girl.”

As he kisses your forehead, you feel yourself exhausted, lying on Nanami’s chest as you fall asleep. He nuzzles his face in your hair, holding your hand and rubbing his finger against the 4-carat diamond ring that adorned it. There’s no way he could leave his pretty little wife.

You know that I don't want to go.

♱ the song used in this story is 10 james orr street by strawberry switchblade. 🖤

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𝖆𝖚 𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖔𝖎𝖗, 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖞𝖗𝖚𝖎𝖓.

[leahsflwer]

Orange Cassidy dating head-canons 🧡🍊

Warnings: Mentions of smut, adult content included, fluff, daring content, possessiveness, couple things, you get it

Requested by: @yrgirlkaila 😚

James Cipperly (Orange) x Reader

Orange Cassidy masterlist || AEW masterlist || Request

‧₊˚ 🍊 ⋅ ☆ - This man will be staring into your eyes when you talk to him, are near him, anytime he wants, as you can’t tell what he’s looking at with his shades on most of the time

‧₊˚ 🍊 ⋅ ☆ - He will never admit to being affectionate but he is very touch deprived and wants to be close to you all the time

‧₊˚ 🍊 ⋅ ☆ - Due to that same fact alone, he is secretly protective and addicted to kissing you (especially around others who he thinks fancy you even the smallest amount)

‧₊˚ 🍊 ⋅ ☆ - Only time he makes stupid jokes and laughs about it, is when he sees you drinking orange juice as he quotes “You’re drinking me”. In his mind, he finds the dirty joke hilarious, while you’re just confused by his random sense of humour

‧₊˚ 🍊 ⋅ ☆ - Orange doesn’t let a soul hurt you. If they do, they’re going to be facing the “Best friends” Chuck especially. He will beat up anyone with Orange because they care for you like one of them in the group.

‧₊˚ 🍊 ⋅ ☆ - JEALOUS! He gets so jealous, he reminds you all the time how your lips belong to him and you don’t mind it at all

‧₊˚ 🍊 ⋅ ☆ - Orange finds you cute when you beg, both in a sexual and none sexual way, he just loves it and teases you into doing it often

‧₊˚ 🍊 ⋅ ☆ - He is a quiet man, so his way of comforting you when you’re upset or after you both argue. Is either having you sit in front on him so he can play with your hair. Or he will have you sit on his lap (straddling him) while you hide your face in the crook of his neck

‧₊˚ 🍊 ⋅ ☆ - This man won’t mind putting his shades on you, but don’t try and take them off him, he loves his sunglasses and doesn’t appreciate anyone touching them unless he lets them, which is basically only you

‧₊˚ 🍊 ⋅ ☆ - Riding. He is obsessed with you on his lap riding him. No one gets why he always has you on his lap, but you know why because of his love of you riding him at any pace you please

‧₊˚ 🍊 ⋅ ☆ - He is oddly more turned on after an intense match. Where he could be covered in scratches, a few bruises or even blood dripping down him, it turns him on. Orange is strange

‧₊˚ 🍊 ⋅ ☆ - Orange Cassidy doesn’t use his long hands only with fighting in the ring, he also uses them on you. Mostly to put around your throat, while he claims you. He didn’t think about the idea until he put it there once and heard you whimper under his touch. It has been one of his favourite things since

‧₊˚ 🍊 ⋅ ☆ - Doesn’t care about getting caught while you two have sex. He does not give a damn. If they walk in (most likely Chuck) he will just stare at them for a second and then continue with you

‧₊˚ 🍊 ⋅ ☆ - With you he does end up talking quite a lot, about things he loves. Including the aquarium, wrestling, anything he likes. He will rant and you can just smile as you listen and talk just as much back to him.

‧₊˚ 🍊 ⋅ ☆ - Orange Cassidy is like an evil orange cat, so you will have to deal with him purposely playing on his intrusive thoughts, or you can do the exact same 🤷🏻‍♀️

‧₊˚ 🍊 ⋅ ☆ - Don’t ever try and wear blue denim jeans and jacket because he will hate it. He doesn’t mind if you wear just the jacket or just the jeans, but wear both and he will call you a copy cat. He just prefers you in your own style.

‧₊˚ 🍊 ⋅ ☆ - He is not a man who is turned on with a partner in lingerie or sexy clothing. He loves you in his shirts or a bra and his shorts. Gets him in seconds and you know it.

‧₊˚ 🍊 ⋅ ☆ - Old people sometimes ask you if he is your body guard because of his faceless expression, the glasses and his stance when walking around with you.

‧₊˚ 🍊 ⋅ ☆ - Randomly likes you to come out with him to the ring when he has a match. Finds you adorable when you slap the mat and cheer him on, it just gives him the boost to get up and keep fighting his enemy in the ring.

‧₊˚ 🍊 ⋅ ☆ - Acts like he doesn’t want you to praise him, but he fucking loves it and always want to hear more of it from you.

‧₊˚ 🍊 ⋅ ☆ - Because of that same thing, he will give you the best oral. Whether it’s him eating you out or him fingering you, he will give you all the orgasms he can just to get praise out of you

‧₊˚ 🍊 ⋅ ☆ - He isn’t that into blowjobs or anything of the sort, if you wanted to give him anything close to that, it would be a handjob. He loves how soft your hands are.

‧₊˚ 🍊 ⋅ ☆ - Thinks about how cute you look as you stand in front of him and play with the strings on his pants 👖makes him soft or warm inside, depending on how you’re playing with it

‧₊˚ 🍊 ⋅ ☆ - Overall love Orange Cassidy 👍🏻

[jackiequick]

Meet more of the family, Miss Stark & The Youngest Barnes | Marvel OC

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Liv Stark ⌚️

Full name: Olivia Charlotte Stark-Vega

Nicknames: Liv, Vi, Lottie, Lola, Clary, Char, Charlie, Miss Vega, Snark Central

Age range: 5-18

Height: 5’1

Relationship status: Single

Background: American with Peruvian, Polish and Italian descent

Father: Anthony Stark

Godmother: Elizabeth Stark

Godfather: Jason Underwood

Brother & Sister: Rei and Morgan Stark

Step-mom: Pepper Potts

Uncles: James Rhodes, Happy Hogan & rest of The Avengers

Abilities: A bit of geek and hacker due to her love of technology, basic hand to hand combat since she enjoys boxing and her witty personality. She’s young so she hasn’t gotten plenty of skills yet.

Personality: Liv has a smart touch, gentle soul, sweet, charming and easy going. She is a bit of a bitchy girl and stubborn about everything she does. If she wants to do something, she will probably sneak out to get it done. She got a some of anxiety and a nervous twitch (which would grow over the years since Liv is afraid of being alone and in the dark about a lot of things), this creeping fear and sadness that will take over her if not careful.

- However Liv is very accident prone, she’s always getting hurt one way or another, giving everyone an heart attack since the age of 9 since she’s always been a active little girl. So in result she give Tony and something for Rei to roll his eyes about.

- From an young age, she has always been into tech, jewelry and over all. Wanting to build and grow a her own little things, she was a Stark it’s a given! She watched a lot of movies so she got creative with her ideas.

- Random fun fact, one of her favorite movies is 10 Things I Hate About You, just because she likes Kat Stratford’s aesthetic and attitude. But it’s many Action Movies and Rom-Coms that she will watch with Pepper, that she enjoyed. It’s where she gets her inspiration for things.

- She adored the idea staying in the lab, tinkering and cleaning up the inventions that were made. She practically lived in there, staying home to help and learn. It caused never want to leave that house in general, having a bit of mouth on her after hearing the adults always speak their minds (so don’t be surprised this girl start rambling and throws out whatever bullshit that appears in her thoughts), but it allowed her to be a safe within those four walls.

- It didn’t take long for her to start filling up a notebook with designs on how to incorporate technology into fine jewelry (aka The Stark Watch, necklaces to tracking and security measures, bracelets to be use for defense purposes and rings can be transformed into gauntlet). 

- She’s always been bit of business women! Wanting to create products to help people, keeping an eye on things from behind the scenes, represent and model for Stark industries and such. 

- But she was still so young, so her parents and siblings didn’t want her to grow up so soon in the spotlight of it. She’s a kid! And she understood that, it bothered her but she understood why. So she stays hoping her time could come where she can help out the group.

—> Because little did she know that theses little gadgets and gizmos that would be incorporated into the ideas her father and older brother would use as fashion purposes in the future with their own suits. Aka they’re Iron Man suits!

—> I know you may be wondering about her family life, well Liv raised well per say. She had to move around a lot as a child, especially since Tony never wanted the public attention to be on her just yet and her mother wasn’t sure that she would taken care of. It took convincing from Pepper and Jason to let her stay home with them, so everything was fine after that.

Her relationship with her father was an nice one. When it comes to parenting his kids, Tony was a rather dramatic, embarrassingly loud at times, a little cocky and stubborn parent per day, so it’s a bit difficult to get him to calm down and talk softly with him. Tony cares a lot about his children, having Rei and Liv to take care of but he was always busy with the company having to arrive home late, events he had to attend and ending up being tired.

Other than that, he tried to make time for his son and daughter, bringing them to the lab and everywhere he could. Even if he got in trouble afterwards. Tony always tries to inspire his daughter to do what she loves and experience things, be caring, make sure she was alright too and etc. But they make it work!

Ohh, did I forget to mention how annoying and protective Tony can be as a parent? He will take everything very seriously or not serious at all, acting out if something goes wrong and he tends to be questioning his motives. Even blaming himself if something bad were to happen to his family. Tell Tony Stark you have a crush? He sends JARVIS to keep an eye on you. Ask Tony for something like a new backpack for school? He buys you something else.

In his defense, he does everything with so much love (even if he doesn’t always portray it in the best way).

Her relationship with Rei however—you wouldn’t think it but rather wholesome, since she’s the little sister he never exactly wanted. They were completely opposite to one another, he’s grumpy and she’s easygoing, he rather work alone in silence and she rather work with music blasting and etc. But as much as Rei may be annoyed and want to throw his little sister out of the house, deep down he cares about her, even though he didn’t show it to her very often and he’s very protective of her ever since he was a child.

Rei and their father, always trying to keep Liv out of harms way and safe at home. Even if they tend to fail at times.

Since Tony was always busy, Rei tends to be one to look out for Liv and keep her in check, being her personal bodyguard for everything she does. If it was up to him, Rei would wrap his baby sister in bubble wrap and not let her leave the house!!

When they were kids (and even now) Liv would follow Rei wherever he went and wanting to copy him, be like her big brother because he always around the corner with something snarky to say to her and a huge potty mouth (it resulted in her having a huge attitude as well). She will always be the one to encourage Rei’s designs for suits and talk to dad about something.

He talks and she will absolutely love to listen to him (even if 85% of the time she has no idea what he’s talking, cause he’s smarter than her at a lot of things.)

Sometimes you will find Liv in a moody way shutting everyone out of her room and just curled up in a ball, similar to brother and to be honest, it concerns Rei a bit when it happens. But he would probably try to snap her out of it, even not he will let her be in her moody moments. He knows how it is

At the end of the day, no matter how different they were with one another and the paths they choose, they cared in their own way. Even if when they’re public, they act like they don’t know one another.

—> As for her relationship with the Avengers and Young Avengers! Ooof let’s stick to first impressions, shall we?

She met all of them when she just a child, joining Rei and Tony on a simple basis day with the group. She first started watching her father talking with Bruce Banner, and she took a liking to him very much seeing how nice, gentle and reserved he can be. But there an edge to him, that she found to be cool.

As for when she met Rick, it was when him and Rei were chatting. Her first impression of him, to her the young man is that he looked like a old school Disney Channel Star with a nice smile and warmth, with a glint of mischief in his eyes.

So when she saw Bruce, Rick, Rei and Tony all work together in their own separate labs blasting music so loudly..the only thing Vi said, “Oh no, there’s 4 of them!”

When she met Natasha, she just cool and rather chill per say acting like the nonsense agent with a soft side. Romanoff’s daughter on the other hand, she was just curious about her and Vi liked that.

Same thing goes for Clint and his daughter, they were just cool people. She was always amazed with the skills they had, and a part of her always knew that Clint Barton was a family man. And she was right, when they appeared at the Barton’s Barn years later.

Meira and Luna were just so relaxed, gentle and sweet girls. She adored how they acted with their teammates and siblings, especially Meira since she was a little sister just like her. Sweet and snarky.

Ethan was just super chill and suspicious of everything, Rei didn’t like him and carried Vi alway from from very quickly. Cole was just so mischievous, snarky smile and tossing jokes every day, making Vi laugh or snort. But a part of her respected him greatly, cause she heard he was VERY powerful.

Liane, well she didn’t like her right away. She annoyed Olivia very quickly and she sent painful glared toward the girl who tried to make friends with her. After a while she softened toward Ms Felton, but it took a long time cause she saw Rei didn’t like her either.

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Daphnia Barnes-Wilson 🪫

Full name: Daphnia Ramona Wilson-Barnes 

Nicknames: Daphne, Nia, Daph, DD, Sparky, Daffy, Fifi, Birdie,

Other name while on the run: Davina, Robin

Age range: 7–20

Height: 5’7

Relationship status: Single

Parents: Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson

Background: American with Mexican and Chilean Origin

Aunt: Sarah Wilson

Uncle: Steve Rogers

Sister: Laurie Wilson

Brother: Benjamin Barnes

Abilities: Marksmanship and Acrobatics, having took some gymnastics classes. She’s also a bit of a fast learner so she’s fluent in English, Spanish, Russian, Portuguese and some French.

Personality: Gentle, a little broken due to being let down a lot in life, warm-hearted, clumsy, a bit shy and humorous at times. But if she’s anything like her fathers, she’s stubborn enough, a little self-sacrificing, and willingly to help no matter what.

- Sam and Bucky have been together for a while now, since their chemistry was a challenging one it always hard to settle down and figure out what they want. However a house, family and future for their kids was always one of them.

- They already had Laurie and Benjamin, so they thought two kids was enough as it is. But things took a small turn when they stumble at a orphanage in Brazil for a mission and met this no named little girl who gave both of them the most honest smile.

- Sam has always been one to have a big heart, so wanting a big family was always part of that. So his heart spoke before his words ever could, wanting to adopt her. Bucky Barnes on the other hand was a little hesitant—well more like worried—about the whole thing, he always wanted a little piece of normalcy and he got it with Sam and their kids. But adding a 3rd? That was a lot of responsibility, but he caved as soon as he hung out with the girl.

- To be honest, they saw a bit of themselves in her. So she was adopted when she less than 10 years old and brought into a family of oddly comforting heroes. They named gave her a name and did everything they could to make her feel comfortable. Welcomed.

—> So Davina (or Daphne) as they called her grow up with her parents and siblings. As loved as she was, she always felt alone and feared that it will all be taken away from her. Especially with the fact that her parents were heroes themselves, there was always a chance that they can end up hurt or worse, if not careful.

- But Bucky always made sure to tell her and every single one of his children, “Don’t worry, I’ll always come back home to you guys, no matter how long it takes.” And Sam would tell them, “You’re our kids, we will always love you and be there to tuck you in bed whenever we can.”

- Sometimes they would be gone for 2-3 days, maybe a week or a whole month leaving the kids in care of family and friends. Laurie was the oldest of the siblings, so they could handle themselves very well and or sneak off to join the fight ending with them in trouble. Benjamin being the second oldest, so he rather stay behind during the fight and stay with his sisters and friends.

- Speaking of fights and travel, when if plenty say battle isn’t place for children. Sometimes Sam and Bucky had no choice but to bring there kids with them to places like Wakanda, Stark Tower, France and or let’s say Germany for instance. Even though it was a hassle to bring children along for the ride, it was an interesting learning experience and a way to test out their kids

- And to be honest, Daph and her siblings enjoy it a little too much. Cracking jokes, running around, exploring different places and meeting interesting people, and creating new ideas among one another. It was a field trip for them sometimes.

-> And if your wondering, yes Daphnia is team #HateJohnWalker! When she found out, she was ready to take her baseball bat and wack his head with it, demanding the Shield back with a glare. Bucky couldn’t be more prouder of her in that moment laughing, meanwhile Sam rolled his eyes unable to believe what he heard.

- Random fun fact, she played baseball before she was ever adopted and had really good aim, depending on where she was hitting. It was a trait her siblings carried on as well, especially Benjamin even if he was more reserved one, he had a great aim.

- She always loved any sport that involves movement and play, soccer being one of them (since she lived in Brazil for a while). She liked to think she was rather talented when it came to that, even if she was a problem when it came to being around other kids, having a small temper and glaring at other people. Mainly, it was her insecurity that she hid underneath her own glares. 

- Matter a fact all the kids were talented in their own way ever since they were younger. Daphne when she was very little, believed at the time that she didn’t have any good talents and wasn’t as smart enough as it is. Until Sam took her out to the shopping and noticed that she stopped in front of small gymnastics building with wide eyes, softly grinning at the sight. She pleaded for him to let her walk in and see the girls, he nodded letting her watch. As she did, Daph realized she wanted to join in on the fun and dance as well. Sam couldn’t stop himself and called Bucky for his opinion on it.

- She started her classes soon enough and enjoyed it for the most part, her body was rather sore after some classes. So she wasn’t too happy about that part. When Bucky told Nat about it, the Russian spy came in shocked and said, “If she wanted to learn some acrobatics, why didn’t you come to me or Lydia? Barton would’ve showed her!” 

- Bucky just rolled his eyes and replied, “Cause she wanted that to be her own thing. And it doesn’t hurt to have some normalcy around her, Romanoff. I think it’s a good thing..” And Bucky was right about that, since he loved seeing his husband and children happy, enjoying themselves and having a break from the hero world. Hell, he goes to every talent show, buys items needed and participates in whatever is needed. Even if he’s not too happy about it at first.

- Of course as much as acrobatics were her own thing and all she ever wanted to do, so she can have that skill set. That didn’t stop the idea of having good marksmanship in her left corner, she was already good with a baseball bat and Bucky was more than happy to show the basics of how to hold/use a gun to his kids. Sam wasn’t too pleased about that idea though saying, “They’re too young!”

- And to be honest, Daph was pretty good with a gun. Swinging it swiftly and tossing the gun in her hands, holding it up to her target (which was an old target board hanging outside nearby the trees). However that didn’t mean she didn’t play around with the gun at first, holding in her hands and pretending to be a spy. “Barnes, but you can call Agent Daphnia Wilson, at your service.” She said with a giggle, humoring herself.

- Daph was always a little silly, cocky and daring. Not thinking first and asking questions later kinda gal—oops! So it lead her to getting in trouble sometimes, breaking certain curfews if she out at the movies with a friend (like with one of the young avengers), being a little lazy about things and running away from her problems like a champ. But by the end of the day, she was good girl.

-> Speaking of Young Avengers and Older Avengers. You’re probably wondering who’s her favorites are and first impression were of the teams huh? Well, here are your answers.

Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff were a given to being liked by her, due to her parents being friends with them. I mean come on, they are basically Captain America, The Black Widow and the rest of Cap’s Quarter.

Moving down the list Thor was always a silly man to her, hearing stories how he speaks in old English and is very noble when it comes to the things that he does. According to the stories from Sam, he was a rather loud fella with a good heart.

Clint Barton, she took a liking too finding his simple ways of life and honest charm to be a nice thing to see. Plus Clint has a similar murder stare to Bucky, so it was funny to see their resting faces when they’re in the same room together.

The man, the myth, the legend himself (or that’s at least what people like to say) Tony Stark was always one of a kind. She was very nervous to meet all of The Avengers, one of them being Stark having seen how the persona he displayed on TV screens and the stories. But in reality, Tony was just a genius goof with snarky humor, so it lighten up her mood.

It was like Bruce Banner sensed her nervousness from a mile away since she appeared in The Tower. He noticed the child behind Sam Wilson holding her jacket, leaned down to her level to kindly introduce himself to the girl and watching parents reactions. Soon enough, with Bucky leaning against the wall with a nod of encouragement, Daph started talking to Bruce with such softness and gentleness.

As for the rest of them, she met them some time later. The Young Avengers. She met the Stark siblings, Rei wasn’t in the lightest mood having no like the idea of meeting Barnes or Wilson’s kids but Olivia gave her a warm welcome and waved at her before rushing off to meet her friends at the mall.

Natasha Romanoff’s daughter Rochelle was kind enough to show her and her siblings around, chatting with them knowing it felt to be the new kids. Daph liked her reddish hair and kind smile.

Liane was something else, having been on a rambling mess when she met Daph and trying to figure out what to do with her plans. Laurie laughed as her sister snicker at the blonde, meanwhile Benji just rolled his eyes confused wanting to get away from there.

Meira was and will always be a delight to meet, since Daphnia met her that same week in The Tower’s kitchen and taste testing her new batch of cookies. They were delicious.

Speaking of food, when Daphnia met Rick she got the same warmth and kindness she remembered from being Bruce. But this time it involved snacks and jokes around his week at The Tower, she was all ears listening to him as they entered the kitchen to find some chicken nuggets.

Cole and Luna, it was more magic and fun spells when she came to see them. The two were casting some spills, when she got caught in one of them being turned into a little mouse by accident. Cole laughed as Luna worried, but they turned her back to normal soon enough.

Ethan was the 3rd sibling she met, and she thanked all the Stars and Stripes that it was a simple meeting. He was watching a movie, being Monsters Inc. when she met him the guy joining The Young Avengers for a movie night.

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Summary: The girls have been waiting for months to see Take That in Belfast. When a polar bear is on the loose and Mary forbids them from going, they have to take matters into their own hands.

A/N: only took a million years but i finally wrote a new part lol BIG thanks to @crumpets-are-better-with-jam for writing out the episode’s script for me, without them I probably would’ve never found the time to be able to write this. Also the word g*psy is censored and used as little as possible because it’s considered a slur but some say that if you say it with the right context it’s ok, but i don’t wanna take any chances, you know?

***

The weekends were always the best part of the week for Y/n. No school or work, no obligations except for church on Sunday, and being able to sleep in late. Y/n wished to be an adult, so her life could be like this every day.

But this was going to be the weekend of all weekends. Months ago, the girls and James scrimped and saved every coin and bill and were able to buy concert tickets to see Take That in Belfast. And today was the day of the concert. The girls sat all squished together on the couch, watching said band on the TV, with James perched on the arm of the sofa, subtly clinging to Y/n. Their relationship was still a secret somehow, today marking their third month together. They were honestly surprised nobody noticed how their affection was more than friendly.

“God Almighty.” Grandpa Joe spoke in horror, glaring at the screen. “I don’t know what the world is coming to. Bloody perverts.”

“You’re overreacting, Da,” Mary said from the kitchen. Joe scoffed in disbelief.

“Overreacting? That lad’s got no trousers on, for Christ’s sake.” Michelle grinned at the detail that had been pointed out.

“He’s wearing too much still, if I’ve anything to say about it.” She muttered to the girls, who giggled apart from James and Clare.

“Why do they keep touching themselves?” Grandpa Joe asked the telly, as if it would provide any answers.

“‘Cause they’re artists, Granda,” Erin said, but he just grumbled.

“Dirty English bastards is what they are.” He turned to look at James. “No offense, son.” Although he didn’t really sound like he cared whether or not he had offended the boy. Y/n patted James’ thigh in comfort as the scene on the TV changed from the girls’ beloved boy band to a news anchor. 

“Come on, girls. Time to hit the road here.” Gerry announced as he came in. He gestured at James. “Have they roped you into going as well, son?” Y/n laughed, leaning against James to look at her father.

“Hardly. He’s practically riding Gary Barlow. Aren’t ya, Jamie?” He rolled his eyes at the statement, as if they had had this kind of conversation a hundred times.

“I’m not! I just respect him as a songwriter, that’s all.” Michelle rolled her eyes at him, as if she had also had this kind of conversation a hundred times.

“Aye, dead on, James, so you do.”

“Will we need our passports, Gerry?” Orla asked, giving her lungs a break from blowing on her mother’s spray tan.

“For Belfast? I don’t think so, Love.”

“Belfast?” Joe asked, but was ignored.

“Are we not a bit early, Daddy?” Erin asked, checking the time on the wall.

“It’s a two-hour drive with traffic, love.”

“This thing’s in Belfast?” Sick of not being acknowledged, Grandpa Joe stood from his favorite chair to stand with the girls and Gerry.

“Da, it’s eight hours till the doors open,” Y/n said, almost laughing at her father’s sense of urgency.

“I know. We’re cutting it fine.” He seemed completely serious about the matter, which just made Y/n want to laugh more.

“Belfast?” Joe said again, now effectively catching the room’s attention. “Sure, why didn’t you just sell the wains into white slavery and be done with it?”

“Gerry will be with them, Da.” Mary tried to reason, but that just seemed to set him off even more.

“Well, that’s worse. Sure, they hate his kind there.”

“My kind?” Gerry asked, not knowing what Joe could possibly be talking about.

“Pricks.” Y/n laughed, shrinking in her seat when Gerry whipped around to look at his daughter in offense. “Sorry, Daddy.”

“That is enough!” Mary finalized, still working in the kitchen. “They’re going to the concert, Da, and that’s the end of the matter.”

The news switched to another topic again. Something about how a polar bear escaped from Belfast Zoo. Hearing the name, Y/n started to worry.

“Now, will you see sense?” Grandpa Joe asked his daughter, pointing at the TV. Erin snorted.

“Aye, Granda, ‘cause an escaped polar bear’s gonna track us down and kill us. As if Mammy’s bothered by that.” There was a beat of silence, and suddenly, all the girls were panicked.

“Wise up, Mammy!” Y/n squealed frantically, shooting up from her seat on the couch to get a good look at her mother. “As if a polar bear’s gonna rock up a Take That concert!”

“He wouldn’t get a ticket for a start,” Orla added. “They sold out months ago.”

“You’d be surprised, girls,” Mary said.

“The concert’s nowhere near the zoo.” Gerry tried to reason. As usual, Joe countered him.

“But he’s not in the zoo anymore, is he, Simple Simon? He’s sauntering about Belfast without a care in the world!”

“Aye, keep up, Gerry,” Sarah said, blowing on the wet tan that coated her fingers. 

“What I’m saying is that it would be quite a lot of ground for him to cover.”

“They’re quick on their feet when they wanna be, love,” Mary said. Y/n sped to her father, grabbing him by the shoulders to make him face her.

“Daddy, please, don’t listen to her.” She pleaded. “We should go now so we’re not late. Please, Da!” Gerry put his hands on his daughter’s wrists, rubbing his thumbs over the joints while giving her a sympathetic look.

“Oh, love, I’m sorry, but I’d rather keep my head.”

“Come on, Mary.” Michelle pleaded with the girl’s mother. “If you don’t let Y/n and Erin go, then our ma’s won’t let us go.”

“Well, neither they should, and I’ll be ringing them to say as much.” The teens looked at Mary in despair as she went to the phone, likely to ring everyone’s mothers. While dialing, Mary looked back to the living room. “Look, girls, I know how much you were looking forward to seeing This and That.”

“Take That.” Erin corrected.

“But there’ll be other concerts.” Y/n laughed humorlessly, resting her head on her father’s shoulder momentarily before letting go of him completely. 

“No, there won’t.” She felt hysterical. She couldn’t believe this was happening to her. Months of looking forward to this concert just to be banned by her mother because of a polar bear. Only something like this would happen to her. “The fact that this one’s happening is a miracle ‘cause no one good comes here ‘cause we all keep killing each other!” James shifted on the arm of the couch to make room for Y/n to sit next to him. He rubbed her back as she leaned against him for support, devastated.

“And now we’re overrun with polar bears.” Sarah sighed, pulling out a cig.

Frustrated, Y/n stormed up to her room, the girls and James close behind. They had found her face down on her bed, screaming into a pillow. James sat beside her, pulling the pillow out of her grasp before she could suffocate herself. While everyone settled in Y/n’s room, she rested her head on James’ thigh. Her anger and sadness were slowly washing away from James rubbing her back.

“This is so fucking unfair.” She muttered.

“I know,” James responded, brushing hair out of her face.

“Well, I dunno about you lot, but I’m not letting that fat furry fuck ruin the biggest day of my life,” Michelle announced harshly, pacing the floor.

“What can we do?” Erin asked, lying across her sister’s legs.

“Right, listen, girls.” Michelle drew their attention. They hoped that she had come up with a plan to save the day, but were quickly let down. “I’ve never told anyone this before, but… sometimes, when Robbie’s being interviewed, it’s like he’s sending me messages through the TV. You know, like telepathically or whatever, It’s like he’s saying…” She sighed, clearly in a dreamy daze. “We’re meant to be together.”

Everyone stared at her.

“Aye, maybe don’t tell that to anyone again, Michelle,” Erin said. “Ever.”

“I think she might be more cracked than Orla,” Y/n muttered to James, who snorted.

“What?” Orla looked at Y/n after hearing her name.

“Nothing, love.”

“Look, this is too important,” Michelle said. “I’m going to that concert. I’m not afraid of a fucking polar bear!” Everyone enthusiastically agreed. They shouldn’t pay mind to a random bear or what their parents have to say about anything. Nothing would stop the girls and James from seeing Take That.

“I’ll kill it with me own two hands, if I have to.” Orla declared. 

“Bring it on!” Erin egged on.

“Okay. We seem to have gone down a weird road here, people. I think we just got a bit confused.” Ever the realist and anxiety-riddled girl, Clare tried stopping her friends from the odd discussion. “We don’t actually have to fight a polar bear, and if we did, I wouldn’t fancy our chances because, well, they’re massive.” Orla looked around, confused.

“But there’s six of us.”

“Aye, I think we’d have a real chance,” Y/n said, albeit slightly sarcastically.

“The point is, the polar bear’s not the one stopping us from going to the concert. It’s our mothers, and we’ll never get them to change their minds.” Y/n gasped, sitting up suddenly, seeming to have an idea.

“So we fight Mammy.”

“No, definitely not.” James shot down the idea immediately and welcomed his once again pouty girlfriend to rest in his lap. Michelle leaned toward the group like she was gonna tell them a secret.

“We’re not gonna try and change their minds.” She smirked, and everyone became slightly fearful because Michelle always had less than bright ideas that she’d have them execute. “We’re gonna do something else.” 

“What?” James asked.

***

“I’m still trying to figure out whether or not this is a good idea,” Y/n muttered to James, who she clung to while sitting on his lap. Michelle had somehow convinced everyone to sneak away and get on a bus to Belfast. The group sat in the back of the bus to avoid anyone who may be suspicious of six teenagers traveling by themselves. There wasn’t enough seating for all six of them to sit together, so everyone squished together, and Y/n sat on James’ lap. No one said anything about it besides the comment from Michelle about how James must be giddy to be so close to a girl. He told her to fuck off.

“Same here.” He sighed, hands gripping her closer as the bus crossed a few bumps on the road.

“We’re gonna get caught; I just know it,” Clare said anxiously to the group.

“We’re not gonna get caught, Clare, because as far as our ma’s are concerned, me, you, and James are ’round Erin’s, and Erin, Y/n, and Orla are ’round mine,” Michelle explained, trying to calm Clare down.

“But we’re not ’round yours, Michelle,” Orla responded, confused. “We’re on the bus to Belfast.” 

“Christ.” Y/n rolled her eyes, having heard her cousin say this multiple times since they left the house.

“I cannot explain it to her again. I’m gonna scream.” Michelle looked away from Orla, probably because she would strangle her if she had to deal with the confusion for another second.

“What’s in the suitcase, Michelle?” James asked, staring at the case his cousin had set on the remaining seat near the group. Y/n could’ve sat there, but Michelle wanted a close eye on whatever was in the suitcase without holding it in case they got caught. Everyone stared, curiously waiting for an answer. There was a beat of silence.

“Vodka.” You brought an entire suitcase full of vodka?” Erin asked incredulously.

“Jesus, Michelle, you’ve got a problem,” Y/n added.

“No. There’s mixers as well. I’m not a savage.” Michelle took a second to think, looking down at the case. “You can mix vodka with cider, right?”

“God, I am boiling.” Clare sighed, fanning her face.

“Gee, I wonder why, Clare.” Y/n laughed, looking at her friend who was completely bundled in jackets and scarves.

“What are you wearing?” Erin asked.

“Yeah, you look like a fucking Provo.”

“I don’t want anyone recognizing me, okay?” The bus paused its venture, opening the doors for people to come in and out.

“No one’s gonna recognize you, Clare.” Michelle chastised.

“Clare Devlin, is that you?” Panic ran through everyone. The voice sounded very familiar and fear-inducing. The girls looked towards the front. Sister Michael was moving past the seats and right for them.

“Jesus Christ.” Clare squeaked, trying to hide in her mountain of clothes. Erin leaned into her.

“Relax, Clare.” She said. “She has no authority over us at the weekend. She has no right to question us, and if she tries to, I’ll tell her as much.”

“Aye, I’d like to see you try, Erin.” Y/n hissed to her sister before Sister Michael reached the group.

“Morning, girls.” She said.

“Morning, Sister Michael.” Everyone said in unison.

“What takes you to Belfast?” There was a heavy pause. The girls were silently trying to decide who would speak and what they would say. Erin volunteered herself, speaking quietly from nervousness.

“I’m not really sure that’s-”

“Speak up.” Sister Michael interrupted her. Erin gulped.

“I’m not really sure that that’s any of your business…” Sister Michael stared blankly at her. Everyone waited for her to jump and murder Erin for saying such a thing. Soon, she found words.

“I’m going to assume that was an ill-judged attempt at humor, Miss Quinn.”

“Yes,” Erin whispered, sinking into her seat. Y/n silently prayed that the bus would start moving so Sister Michael would be forced to leave and find a seat somewhere. But God never seemed too kind to the girls.

“Now, answer the question.”

“... We’re going to the museum.” Erin devised a good lie; the girls just hoped they could keep up with the inevitable follow-up questions.

“Which museum?”

“Ulster Museum,” Clare answered.

“What for?”

“A project,” James responded.

“A history project.” Y/n amended. Sister Michael looked at the two. It seemed like she was about to ask why Y/n was in James’ lap, but she decided against it, not wanting to go through the trouble.

“What about?”

“Ulster,” Erin answered once again. Sister Michael gave an unconvinced hum and turned around to find a place to sit. Everyone sighed in relief as the bus started to move again.

“A history project,” Clare said in disbelief. “This web of lies we’re spinning is getting out of control now, girls.” Y/n put a hand on her friend’s shoulder to take her attention.

“If it makes you feel any better, Clare, I actually have a history project due soon.”

“I thought we finished that,” James said quietly to her. She turned to him.

“Yeah, but now I’ve gotta put it all together.”

“It’s grand, Clare,” Michelle said, rolling her eyes at Clare’s constant anxiousness. “I think she bought it.”

“Of course, she didn’t buy it. She’s onto us, I’m telling you. Oh God, I’m sweltering here.”

“Then take it off,” Erin said.

“I can’t take it off; I’ve nothing underneath it.” Everyone paused, looking at her confused.

“What, not even a bra?” Erin asked.

“Jesus, Clare, you’ve no bra on?” Michelle asked incredulously.

“I haven’t got a bra on,” Orla commented.

“Aye, me neither,” Y/n said.

“What?” James practically choked. Suddenly aware of his girlfriend’s body and this new information, he moved his hands down to sit at her hips. Y/n shrugged.

“They dig.”

“What’s she doing now?” Clare asked, and everyone looked at Sister Michael, who sat a few rows ahead of them. She was reading a book, laughing every now and then.

“Reading her book,” James answered, as if they all couldn’t see it. She suddenly turned to the woman in the seat next to her. She had a look of disgust while the woman ate a sandwich. “Now she’s looking at the woman beside her.” Sister Michael stood from her seat. “Now she’s getting up.” She moved towards the back of the bus, closing in on the girls. “Now she’s coming this way.” Soon enough, Sister Michael stood before the group, staring at them. “Now she’s standing right in front of us.”

“What’s he doing?” Sister Michael asked, looking weirdly at James.

“Now she’s-” James’ words were halted by Y/n putting a finger to his lips.

“Stop narrating, Jamie.”

“I want to sit here.” Sister Michael said with finality, pointing to where Michelle’s suitcase sat. Michelle started to panic.

“What? Why?”

“Well, you’re just such wonderful company, girls, what with your stimulating conversation and razor-sharp wit.” Everyone knew she was being sarcastic. Except for Erin.

“Really?” She asked, seemingly flattered. Sister Michael rolled her eyes.

“No, not really. The woman next to me is eating an egg and onion sandwich, and the smell is enough to turn an Orange March.” The girls cringed at the description. Sister Michael grabbed the suitcase, trying to move it. But she was evidently struggling. “Christ, but this is heavy.”

“Sister, no, let me,” Michelle said, leaning over to grab the case.

“What do you have in here, girls?”

“It’s not ours!” Clare quickly responded with a shriek. Everyone glared at her lie.

“Not yours?”

“We have never seen it before in our lives, have we, girls?” It was better to just agree, so that’s what the girls did. They nodded, giving different mutters of confirmation. 

Sister Michael turned to look at everyone else on the bus.

“Excuse me, everyone. Can I have your attention, please?” She raised her voice to get everyone to listen. Confused, the passengers looked at her while she pointed to Michelle’s suitcase. “Does anyone own this red suitcase?” No one claimed it. “Now, let me be clear. No one can claim this bag, is that correct?” Everyone confirmed her question. She looked down at the suitcase. “I think we have a Code Red on our hands. Driver, pull over!”

***

The girls were definitely fucked. Everyone had to evacuate the bus while they waited for the military to come and extract the suitcase. Now, a crowd watched as a military robot examined the case.

“Jesus Christ!” Clare squeaked in a panic.

“Aye, this isn’t great,” Erin said, watching the commotion. Michelle shrugged.

“It’s not that big a deal.”

“They’re about to blow up an entire suitcase of vodka, Michelle.” 

As Michelle and Erin quietly argued, Y/n leaned into James’ ear.

“And here I thought Clare’s paranoia would be our biggest problem.” James rested his head on Y/n’s, eyeing the situation in front of him in disbelief.

“Why is this place so mental?” He asked. Michelle scoffed.

“That’s enough, James. You have serious fucking anger management issues. Do you know that?” Before anyone could give a rebuttal, there was an explosion. The robot had successfully eliminated the threat in the red suitcase, which was the girls’ ticket to a good time.

There were lots of talks among the soldiers over the radio. The girls silently celebrated when one said they could pack everything up. Soon enough, they’d be back on the way to Belfast.

“Powerful smell of vodka down here, over.” The girls froze in their places as they heard the soldier over the radio. God really did seem to have it out for the teens.

“Vodka, did he say?” Sister Michael asked, slowly turning to her students. “Interesting.” The girls gave her nervous smiles. Suddenly, Y/n pointed over Sister Michael’s shoulder.

“Oh my God, Sister! What’s over there?!” Sister Michael whipped around, and Y/n made a break for it. All of her friends followed after her. 

They ran like hell, not knowing where they were going. After a while of wandering around, they slowed to a walk down a dirt road, all trying to catch their breath. The girls debated whether or not they could reach Belfast on foot, especially with that polar bear on the loose. But the conversation dwindled as some men came into view on the side of the road.

“Is it just me, or is that g*psy an absolute ride?”

“As usual, I think it’s just you, Michelle,” Y/n said, groaning at her sore legs.

“Michelle, you cannot say that.” Erin scolded.

“What?”

“They’re called ‘travelers now. Y’can’t say ‘g*psy’ anymore. It’s insulting.”

“Okay, but you just said it, Erin.” Y/n pointed out. Michelle and Erin continued arguing over the correct word to use for the men. It continued for a while, and only stopped when they had gotten closer to the men.

“Howya, girls.” One of them said, with a bit of a slurred speech. The girls politely greeted him and continued walking. They got a few feet past them when the one who greeted them started calling after them. “Hey, hold on.”

“What does he want?” Clare asked in a panic.

“I don’t know,” Erin replied, just as nervous.

“I’m talking to you!” The man shouted. The girls ignored him, but he kept walking after them. “Hey, are you deaf or what?”

“Just keep going.” Y/n urged her friends, grabbing James’ hand to yank him along while she pushed her tired body to go faster. The teens started walking more quickly, and soon enough, the shouting man and his friends were all tailing after them. 

“Get back here!”

“Faster. Walk faster.”

“Am I gonna have to come after you, am I?”

“Jesus Christ, he’s following us,” James muttered, now being the one to pull Y/n further.

“Run!” Y/n yelped, breaking into a sprint and out of James’ grip because the sudden change in pace had caught him off guard. Everyone ran after her, the teens to catch up with Y/n and the travelers to catch up with the teens. The girls were terrified, except for Orla, of course, who could always find the fun in a fucked up situation.

“Piss off!” Erin went to the edge of the dirt road and came back to the strange men waving a giant stick around. They backed up in alarm, and the girls stopped to stand behind Erin.

Except for Y/n, who was still running like hell. James yelled for her, but she couldn’t hear him over the thumping of her feet and heart. She didn’t even notice that her friends had all been left in the dust behind her.

“Jesus fuck!” Y/n screeched when she was grabbed suddenly by the shoulders and yanked back into someone’s chest. The person who caught her breathed heavily, slightly using her as a crutch. Y/n immediately recognized the whines and groans of exhaustion and smacked the man in the arm. “Scared the fuck out of me, James.”

“I know, ‘m sorry.” James brought her closer to him, back pressed against his chest as he rubbed her arms up and down to comfort her. “Can’t run off like that, love. Could’ve lost you.”

“Sorry.” She apologized sheepishly, and James kissed her head to show she shouldn’t be. When the couple regained strength, they turned around and started walking back to the group that was currently arguing with the strange couple of men when they abruptly ran to the side of the dirt road. A van sped past them as if they weren’t even there, honking the horn and stopping in front of the stand-off of travelers and teenage girls. Y/n and James hesitantly watched, not knowing what was happening.

Soon, Erin stuck her head out from behind the van so her sister was in her view. She waved her over frantically.

“Y/n, come on!” Erin then disappeared, likely into the strange van. Knowing everyone else was probably in there, and not wanting to be left stranded, Y/n broke out into another sprint, leaving James in the dust once again.

“Not again.” He mumbled.

***

When Y/n had snuck away from her family and hopped on a bus to Belfast with her friends, she obviously didn’t expect the bus plan to go to shit, and she and her buddies would be riding around in someone’s van. Yet here she was, jostling around in the back, surrounded by half-assed Take That shirts. Erin was trying to converse with the driver; Rita was apparently her name. Meanwhile, Michelle hogged a cardboard cut-out of Robbie Williams, and Clare and Orla were sifting through all the different merchandise.

“Robie?” Clare said to herself as she held up one of the shirts to look at before frantically digging through the rest of the boxes. In the driver’s seat, Rita seemed to have some type of drunken meltdown. Clare turned to Y/n, panicked like always. “Y/n, what are we gonna do?”

“Pray.”

“She’s spelt ‘Robbie’ wrong on every single t-shirt.”

“Huh?” 

“How are we gonna break it to her?” Y/n snorted. That was not what she expected her dear friend to be worried about.

“Clare, we’re being driven around by some crazy tipsy woman, and I bet she doesn’t even know which direction Belfast is in. And yet you’re worried about a spelling mistake?”

“I find it disturbing.”

“I find your priorities disturbing.” Rita continued talking in her drunken, weepy state, leading to another discussion between Erin and Michelle about the correct label to use for the intimidating men they had run into.

But everything was cut short by the van ramming into something, causing everyone to jerk forward. There was a moment of silence as everyone tried to figure out what had just happened.

“Jesus Christ.” Michelle groaned, rubbing her head as she sat up.

“What was that?” Erin asked no one in particular.

“Did we hit something?” 

Orla opened the sliding door of the van and stuck her head out. Everyone heard a gasp of both surprise and delight.

“Oh my God, it’s the polar bear!” The sentence made everyone, excluding Rita, who smoked her cigarette in the driver’s seat, jump out of the van and surround the body. 

“Orla, this is not a bloody polar bear.” Y/n sneered, looking down at the dead sheep that lay before her feet. Everyone slowly looked over at her.

“You’re soundin’ like James,” Michelle said in slight disgust.

“Shut up.”

“Get it shifted, girls!” Rita commanded from the van, taking another drag. Reluctantly, the girls grabbed the sheep carcass and tried carrying it to the side of the road to clear their path. There was a lot more struggling than they intended.

“Why’s it so heavy?” Erin said with a strained voice. “Aren’t they meant to be ninety percent wool?”

“Just put your back into it. The sooner this is done, the sooner we’re back in the van and on our way to see Robbie.”

“Shut it about Robbie, Michelle!” Y/n groaned, trying to pull the sheep. There was much more arguing, and after a very short while, the girls decided they were officially over this task.

“Fuck this!” Michelle shouted. “Let’s just make James do it, the lazy bastard!” Everyone dropped the sheep on the ground and waited for James to do all the work.

But he never did. It was just the girls on an empty road with a dead sheep and a crazy woman. 

“Wh… Where is James?” Clare asked, looking around, hoping he’d suddenly pop out of a bush or something. 

Y/n thought long and hard. She might have been the last one to be with James. Backtracking to her last known moments with James, Y/n gasped and raised a hand to her mouth. The girls looked at her expectantly, waiting to find out where he was. Her response was an embarrassed and horrified whisper.

“I left him with the travelers.”

***

It took much persuasion, mainly for Michelle, but the girls had gotten Rita to go back for James. It was primarily the revelation that James was the one who had the concert tickets. After a long drive, the van skidded to a stop in front of the traveler’s stands of vegetables and fruits. James was among the men, helping them. Y/n yanked the van door open, relieved that her boyfriend hadn’t been mugged or stranded or something else of the sort.

“James!” She yelled in delight, immediately catching his attention. He grinned but stayed stuck in his place.

“What are you playing at? Get in the van, fucko.” Michelle commanded, less thrilled to see James than Y/n was. The man who first chased the girls put a hand on James’ shoulder.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, James.”

“With all due respect, this has nothing to do with you.”

“Yeah!” Y/n added, desperately waiting for her boyfriend to get into the van.

“The way you treat this fella, it’s disgraceful.” The traveler reprimanded.

“Fucking excuse me?” Y/n felt beyond insulted.

“What’s going on, James?” Michelle asked.

“Jonjo and the lads…” James looked at said lads with a smile. “They just get me. And it turns out, I’m a really good salesman.”

“He’s a natural,” Jonjo said.

“So, what, you’re a g*psy now?” Michelle asked, clearly thinking this was an unfunny prank.

“Traveler.” Erin and Y/n corrected in unison, Erin louder than her sister.

“Actually, g*psy’s fine,” Jonjo said. Michelle smirked, finally being able to prove to Erin that she was right. Rita yelled at everyone to hurry up, and Michelle nodded.

“Right, get in the van, come on. And do not test me ’cause we’ve already missed PJ and Duncan.”

“Is that who was supporting them?” Clare asked. When confirmed, she pouted. “Oh, I really like them!”

“I’m not leaving, Michelle,” James said with finality.

Y/n sighed, stepping out of the van. The tense gaze James had for his cousin softened when his girlfriend walked up to him.

“Not even for Gary Barlow, Jamie?” Y/n knew she made the right move because now James looked unsure of himself.

“I don’t really rate him as a, as a songwriter, y’know?” Jonjo said. The horrified look James suddenly had painted on his face made Y/n smile, both because she knew that the girls would now be leaving with him and because he looked so adorable. 

James took off his fanny pack and handed it to Jonjo in disappointment, refusing to make eye contact.

“I’m sorry, Jonjo, but you’ve just crossed the line there.” 

Y/n wrapped an arm around James’ back and guided his sad self to the van, where the door was just behind them. She brought him to the back of the van so he could mope a bit in peace. The girls all talked excitedly amongst themselves about the concert.

“I’m sorry I stranded you,” Y/n said quietly, moving her hand down James’ back to squeeze his hand. He squeezed it back and smiled softly down at her.

“I’m just glad you came back.”

“Of course, I came back. You have the concert tickets.” James shoved Y/n away and couldn’t hide the growing grin from hearing her laugh. “Kidding, kidding.”

After a long drive, long lines, and a big fight to get to the barricade, the Derry girls were finally able to enjoy Take That in all its glory. They screamed the lyrics, jumped to the beat, and danced all together in excitement. They didn’t care about the consequences when they would get home to their parents, who were probably worried sick. They didn’t worry about how they’d get home that night. All that mattered was that they were currently in the presence of one of their favorite bands of all time.

Somewhere in the middle of the set, the excitement winded down a bit as a piano intro played. Y/n squealed, tugging on James’ sleeve, as she recognized what was dubbed as her and James’ song, A Million Love Songs. James grinned at her excitement.

“Oh my God! I have something for you!” Y/n exclaimed over the music, digging around in her pockets. James looked down curiously as she brought out a folded piece of paper. “If it’s bad, you’re not allowed to make fun of me.”

“What is it?” James leaned down so he was closer to eye level with Y/n, making her blush. She pinched the edge of the paper, creasing it a bit.

“Do you remember when Erin became magazine editor, and we were going through those essays and… and Michelle found mine?” James nodded, remembering the day clearly because he was devastated when he heard the title of her little essay. “Well, I figured, since it’s our third month together and all… I wanted to give it to you.” He was gentle when taking the paper from her, so incredibly curious about what she had written. “Especially since my fancy isn’t so one-sided as I thought.”

All Y/n could focus on was the beautiful song in the background and the beautiful boy in front of her, reading words that had come straight from her heart when she thought her love for James was just a hopeless crush. She didn’t know if it was a good sign, seeing him become more flustered and blushy as he read on. When he was finished, he slowly and carefully folded the paper back up while Take That started to play a more energetic song.

“Again, you can’t make fun of me if it’s bad!” Y/n shouted over the noise. “I know Erin’s the writer or whatever, but- oof!” She was interrupted by James pulling her to his chest, arms wrapped tight around her and face buried in the crook of her neck. She immediately returned the affections. 

“It’s amazing.” He said in her ear. “Amazing, and lovely, and perfect. Just like the girl who wrote it.” Unable to help herself, Y/n brought James’ face to hers and kissed him with such passion, a passion he reciprocated instantly. It was as if it was only them existing at that moment.

Of course, it wasn’t. Clare would later tease and squeal at the two and interrogate them about when they had finally gotten together and why they didn’t tell her. Too enamored with the men just feet away from them, the rest of the girls didn’t even notice the couple.

And somewhere in Derry, while the rest of her family was fighting, Y/n’s father Gerry smiled fondly at his television where he saw his daughter having the time of her life at a Take That concert with her best friends and boyfriend. A boyfriend he’d absolutely be asking her about in private when he had the chance.

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now that i have read the williams fic, im wondering if you have any headcannons related to the relationships in the fic???

oh yes definitely I am Not Normal about them!

The ‘Logan Look’ started during preseason testing 2023 when James overheard Logan doubting himself and called him in to have a meeting explaining why he signed him, why he need to believe in himself etc etc

It can express any type of emotion James has for him, but as Logan grew more confident it’s more commonly used to express pride in him

Because Alex is used to having younger siblings and Logan has an older brother they slot together almost instantly.

Random touches, slapping each other on the arm, stealing food from each others plates, calling the other names when they’re being annoying.

Once, when they were pissed at each other, they threw things out of their drivers room and into the other boys room.

It started with like, Logan throwing a pen to try and his Alex and escalated to Alex getting ready to throw his helmet when James walked in and gave them a disappointed ‘Logan Look’

James is a big believer in “family dinner” so once a race weekend the boys all go out to eat at a local place, sometimes team members come, sometimes friends but it’s usually just the three of them

When Alex found out James liked photography he also took up an interest and “no george I didn’t do it just to spend more time with him that’s ridiculous”

When James is recording his reports of race weekends, Logan stands behind the camera to try and get him to laugh.

Logan’s love language-as you might have guessed reading the fic-is physical touch

While James originally doesn’t like that too much, he knows Logan loves it and will do anything to keep Logan smiling

Alex actually met James when he was younger through a visit to the paddock via Red Bull Junior program and he told him he’d win a world championship one day.

Alex thought he was lying, trying to appease a kid. But when James joins Williams he expresses just how serious he was

In an effort to “impress” James the boys try and learn aerodynamics and complex math and engineering

It nearly broke them

“Logan how much water have you drank today?”

”Alex you need to eat more than an apple”

“Neither of you wander off too far okay?”

When James and his wife had their baby, the boys were one of the first people who came over

James nearly cried when he saw the boys cooing over her, trying to get her to smile

As Williams moved further and further up the grid, more people began to take note of the fatherly dynamic they got going on

Someone on twitter says that ‘James Vowles gentle parented Williams to the front of the grid’ and Logan makes t shirts for the entire team to wear

James has bought a parenting book on teenagers/young adults and his wife is so fond

Logan/Alex: James which one of us is you’re favorite?

James: Lily

i’m obsessed with them, might keep making headcanons or little fics/one shots cause i’m definetly not finished with them

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My little love

Chapter 21

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x enhanced!reader

Word count: 4.3k

Warnings: mentions of child abuse, talks of hurting a child (basically the reader walks about what her mother did to her), some crying, worried Charlotte, angry Charlotte, protective Charlotte 😂 (she’s ready to fight anyone), some fluff.

A/N: some favorite parts in this chapter but not really my favorite overall. Idk I was blanking hard on some parts of it.

Series Masterlist

Sunday morning was usually your lazy day. You and Bucky would lay in bed and just talk about anything and cuddle. He was the most relaxed on Sunday, when you would truly spend time together as a family. A piece of normalcy he had dreamed of since before the war.

This Sunday was unusual. When you finally woke up, Bucky's side of the bed was empty. Normally if that happened it was because one of the kids came in and woke either of you up. Today was different, even though it was still morning the apartment felt lively. Even with the door closed you could hear muffled conversation and giggling. You have an absentminded smile until you remember who is here and why. With a sigh you get up and get ready for the day.

With the hopes of giving you a few extra minutes of sleep Bucky started by making coffee and waited for Eddie to show up. Soon enough Henry woke up followed by Lottie and Olivia. As the kids played in the living room your family showed up. Eddie helped get coffee served up for the adults while breakfast was started. Sofia and Josh were roped in by the kids to play. It was how families should always act around each other. Bucky could only hope that it would stay like this from now on. For your sake and now the kids. He’d also invited Steve over, knowing you’d like to have your best friend there for moral support.

When you emerged from the bedroom Olivia and Lottie had Steve, Josh and Sofia playing tea party in the living room. Bucky, Eddie, Luke and Molly were in the kitchen fixing breakfast for everyone. Henry had been coloring at the table when he saw you. He stopped what he was doing and ran to hug you. You remembered the conversation you overheard between him and his grandfather so you knew he would want to stay by your side.

“Good morning my sweet boy.” You greet Henry while running your fingers through his long hair.

“Morning mama.”

“What’s going on out here?”

“Just hanging out.” He waves for you to come down to his level and then he cups his mouth with one hand. “I think they’re waiting for you mama.”

“I think so too. Let’s go see what they’re doing.”

You head out to the kitchen first and a cup of coffee is almost immediately in your hand.

“Don’t talk to her until she’s had at least half of the cup.”

“James.” You scold playfully.

“See what I mean.”

“Oh I’ve been at the end of that glare. It ain’t pretty.” Your dad adds, making Luke and Molly chuckle.

Bucky smiles and gets closer before giving you a quick peck on the lips. You knew what he was doing, he was easing you into the environment. Making you feel comfortable even with the situation at hand.

“Mowning mama!” Lottie ran to you and wrapped her arms around your leg. “Mama?” She looks up at you with her beautiful bright blue eyes.

“Yes sweet angel.”

“Josh and Luke mama’s bubbas an Sofia mama’s sissy?”

It seems like they had started explaining the family relationship to Charlotte before you woke up. She was a very curious child which you loved but something told you this was going to be an interesting conversation.

“Yes, Josh and Luke are my brothers and Sofia is my sister.” You answer before taking another sip of your coffee.

“Can habe a sissy mama?”

You choked on your coffee and immediately started coughing. Bucky is at your side in an instant patting your back and taking the cup of coffee away from you. It took you a moment to compose yourself but when you did you noticed everyone laughing. Even Steve, Josh and Sofia had moved to the kitchen to see what was going on.

“Mama is kay?”

“Yes, mama is ok sweet Angel.”

“So can habe sissy?” Lottie’s face is hopeful and while you would like to have a baby, especially with Bucky, you were not ready for that at the moment. You knelt down in order to be at her level.

“Sweet Angel, mama can’t give you a sissy right now.”

“But want sissy to pay wit. Pease mama?”

“I’m sorry sweet Angel. I promise that I’ll let you know when mama and daddy will give you a sister or brother.”

Charlotte just gave you a pout and crossed her arms over her chest. When you pulled her into a hug she didn’t hug you back. You wanted to laugh a bit, you knew it wouldn’t last long but seeing her little face all scrunched up in disapproval was too cute. She wandered away as soon as you let her go and into the arms of Steve. You rolled your eyes and turned back to grab your cup of coffee.

“You ok there?” Bucky asked cautiously.

“Yeah, are you?”

He chuckled and nodded. “If I would have known that’s what they were going to talk about I wouldn’t have left her with the twins and Steve.”

“No shit. But anyways, what are we doing here?”

“Pancakes. It’s just easier than making a bunch of smaller breakfasts. We were about to start making them. Wanna flip?” Bucky asks with a smirk on his face.

“Obviously.”

Soon enough your guests move out of yours and Bucky’s way. Eddie, Luke and Molly watch in stunned silence as you manipulate multiple spatulas to flip the pancakes around while casually making conversation.

“Hello?” You wave a hand in Luke’s face and he snaps out of the trance he seemed to be in.

“You are so cool.”

“I know.”

“What were you saying?” Molly asked as she looked away from the spatulas to you.

“Are you guys planning on having any more kids?”

“We want to. After seeing Olivia and Charlotte together I know Liv would love a sibling. They’ve known each other for a day and they’re attached at the hip.”

“That’s cousins for you.” Luke adds and you meet his eyes. He gives you a soft smile, similar to your dad.

“What’s going to happen between you and mom?”

“Why don’t we have breakfast first and then we’ll talk about that.” Eddie answers as he holds out plates for the pancakes.

From the living room you can hear Lottie greeting ‘Buce’, you and Bucky exchange confused glances as he walks in.

“Good morning everyone. I’m sorry to interrupt.” He says with a shy smile.

“It’s ok, What’s up?”

“The antitoxin is ready. I think it’d be better if you took it before breakfast.”

“Antitoxin?” Your father questioned immediately.

“Yeah, it’s to counteract the toxin Y/N was injected with.”

“Bruce!” Both you and Bucky yelled at the same time making him flinch.

“You were injected with a toxin? When did this happen? How bad was it?”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know they didn’t know.”

“That makes two of us Banner.” Eddie huffed out.

You swallowed thickly as your dad crossed his arms, he had his classic scowl on his face. One mimicked by Luke.

“You’re on your own with this one, Sugar.” Bucky kissed your cheek and continued plating the breakfast up.

“Ok. I’ll go with Bruce and I’ll explain everything when I come back.”

“Or I’ll go with you and you explain everything.”

“Fine.” You sigh.

Bruce exits first and you follow with your dad and brother right behind you. It felt like you were being taken prisoner. The whole way down to Bruce’s lab was silent and tense. You could feel your dad staring daggers into the back of your head.

“I am so sorry, I thought they knew.” Bruce mutters as you walk into his lab.

“It’s ok, I should have told them.”

“Ok, I’m going to need to take some pictures, blood samples and your vitals before we get started.”

“So what exactly happened?” Luke asks as he and your dad sit on stools nearby.

Bruce grabs a camera and you lift up your shirt so that he can take the pictures he needs. You can hear the sharp breath both Luke and your dad take when they see the scar by your ribs. The color still contrasts extremely against your natural skin tone.

“I was on a mission about six weeks ago. And while I was fighting someone I was injected with a toxin.”

“I thought you were a medic.”

“I am, like 75% of the time. But this wasn’t just a random mission. It was a set up to try and get to me.”

“Why?” Your dad asked. His anger turning into concern.

“Because of the kids.”

“Henry and Lottie?” Luke asked, confused as to what they had to do with anything.

“Yeah and three others.” You sigh. “The kids aren’t from a previous relationship Bucky had. I know you are aware of his past with hydra.” Luke just nods. “Well they used different female agents or prisoners and used Bucky’s DNA to create the next generation of winter soldiers. There were five total. We found Lottie first almost four months ago. Then I found three, they had been murdered and then we found Henry about two and a half months ago.”

“Ok but what does that have to do with you being targeted?”

Bruce moves around you, taking the blood sample and then your vitals silently as he listens to you recount everything that’s happened in the last few months.

“I killed one of the scientists that had been Henry’s handler. That was the night before we came back from our mission and you came up to stay with Charlotte.” You told your dad and he just nodded. “The day of the mission is when we found Henry. I was the one literally carrying him out. They had already programmed him so they tried to have him kill me.”

“I’m sorry, you’ve killed someone and Henry tried to kill you? Is he dangerous?”

“Yes I’ve killed before. No he isn’t dangerous. We were in Wakanda and they helped get rid of the programming. So because I’ve helped with the kids and I’m involved with Bucky hydra tried to kill me.”

“So what happened here? I doubt it just gave you a scar.”

You look at your dad unsure of how much to tell him. What was the point of giving him all of the details if you were sitting right there? If you were ok and were about to receive the antidote.

“There was major blood loss.” Bruce said and you glared at him. He only shrugged. “She had a few minor seizures and she flatlined at least twice. This toxin was made specifically as a way to assassinate someone and no way to find a cure on time. It should have killed her immediately. The reason it didn’t was because of her suit. The compression clothing and Kevlar vest Y/N was wearing didn’t allow the capsule to expand and disintegrate which would have released the toxin quickly. It did when she got home and was undressing to get in the shower. That and the fact that she and Steve are the same blood type saved her life.”

You took a chance to look at your father and he was eerily calm. It was that calm kind of anger. Without saying a word he just got up and walked out.

“Give him a few minutes.” Luke says.

You just nod and let Bruce do what he has to do.

****

The bright lights of Bruce’s were the first things you saw. You groan as you sit up and try to shrug away the hand that was on your back trying to help you.

“Take it easy, Y/N. You fainted.” Bruce said quietly.

“How long was I out?”

“About a minute. The scar is gone though and I’m running some new bloodwork now.”

“Why are you yelling?” You whispered.

“I’m not?”

You looked at Bruce then at your brother. Everything around you looked a lot clearer and brighter. Like high resolution to the max. You could hear the little pitter patter of feet down the hall getting closer.

“Charlotte is about to walk into the lab in 3,2,1.”

Just like you said the double doors opened and Charlotte walked in with a worried expression on her face.

“Mama kay?”

“What are you doing here Lottie?” Luke picked her up so that she could see you better.

She touched her forehead . “Mama seep and habe owies.”

“She saw me fainting in a vision and I think I have the serum.”

Bruce moves to the computer and waits for the analysis to be done.

“You’re right.” Bruce whispers.

“So now you’re a super soldier?”

“You don’t have a full dose of the serum but enough of it to still make a difference. Where Steve would heal in two days from a broken bone you would heal in three or four.”

“What do I do now?”

“First, talk to dad. Then you tell Bucky and then we talk as a family. For now I’ll take this little escape artist back upstairs.” Luke says and you just nod.

“Bye mama.”

“Bye sweet Angel.”

****

You found your father outside sitting on a bench under a tree. He was still fuming and that anger had never been directed your way. You could hear him muttering to him even when you were a few feet away.

“Dad.” You called softly. His head snaps up to look at you. “Can we talk or do you need some more time?”

Eddie just patted the empty spot beside him. Neither of you said a word. You just sat side by side and watched the world go by.

“I have a plan in place.” You said after a while. He didn’t say anything so you took it as the go ahead. “If I were to die out on or because of a mission. I didn’t want you to remember me broken or bloodied. I have a video recording of what I would like you to know. How much I love you and how much everything you did meant to me. I didn’t tell you about this because I didn’t want you to worry. At least not until we found a cure.”

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me kid.”

You were taken aback by his response. Your father was not a person who cursed. He stood up from the bench and paced back and forth.

“You don’t get it, Y/N. All of my life, since we realized you had these abilities, all I wanted to do was protect you. I only want the best for you, you know that.” Eddie says while finally looking at you. “I support you in anything you do. When you told me you got accepted into Shield I was proud but scared. When you told me you were working with Captain America I was terrified. You called me all excited telling me you were now an avenger, I could barely sleep for days with worry. I almost had a heart attack when you told me you were dating Bucky.” You smile at the last part. “I’ve seen you through everything, the one thing I don’t want is for you to not tell me when you’re hurt. I can’t keep you safe, I know that now. But I’d rather be informed of what’s going on with you at the moment than find out after you’re gone. You’re my little girl, had me wrapped around your finger from the moment you were born, I’d be lost without ya kid.”

“Dad…” you were at a loss for words so you got up and hugged him instead.

“It doesn’t matter if you’re 15 or 50. I'm still going to worry about you.”

“I know, I get it now.” You give him a sad smile. “I don’t know if we should talk about mom. It wasn’t pretty.”

“I need to know.”

“Ok, then we’ll talk about it.”

The living room was relatively quiet. Steve and Bucky had offered to take the kids outside while you spoke but you asked Bucky to stay. Steve gave you a quick hug and kiss to the temple while he tapped on your shoulder a message.

‘You've got this.’

You smiled and watched as he took Henry, Lottie and Olivia with him. Eddie, Luke and Molly sat on the couch while Sofie and Josh took the arm chairs. It left you and Bucky on the love seat. His hand reached out for yours and his thumb moved back and forth in order to provide you some type of comfort.

“So I’m not sure where to start.”

“When did it start?” Eddie asked. You looked at him with a pained expression.

“I don’t remember. The abuse was always part of my life. It only happened when you were out of town for days.”

“What did she do?”

“When I was really little, like three or four, she would lock me up in a closet for hours. She only let me out to use the bathroom twice a day and to eat twice a day. She’d spank me if I had an accident in between those times.”

“That’s why you’re afraid of small enclosed spaces?”

You only nod.

“What else?”

“If I used my powers, even accidentally, she would take whatever I made move and throw it at me. The toaster, the phone, a pair of scissors, cutlery. If it was metal it had been thrown in my direction. Remember the tv that I supposedly broke?” You didn’t wait for an answer.” Well it was a rare occasion where she had me in the living room and there was a jump scare and of course the tv slid back from its normal position. When she saw it she grabbed it and tried to chuck it in my direction. Missed me by a couple of inches if it hadn’t been because Luke pulled me out of the way.”

Eddie’s jaw clenched and he looked over at Luke who just nodded in confirmation.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me, kitten?” The anguish was clear on his face as he thought about you going through what you told him.

“She said that if I told you that I would never see you again. That there were men from the government that would take me and would want to experiment on me. I was terrified.”

“And you, why didn’t you say anything? Or you two?”

“Mom lied to us.” Josh spoke up. “She made us believe Y/N would kill us while we slept. We slept in shifts to make sure she wouldn’t get us. It wasn’t until we got older that we started to realize that it was all a lie but by then Y/N was out of the house.”

“What else?”

No one said anything. There were sniffles coming from you and Molly. Luke, Sofia and Josh just stared at the floor. Bucky had thrown his arm over your shoulder and brought you closer to him.

“WHAT ELSE?” Eddie screamed as he got up and started pacing.

“Ed, why don’t we take a break?” Bucky got up to try and calm him down.

“No, I need to know everything.”

“I know, but you yelling isn’t helping her.” He whispered.

Ed looked over at you trying to hold it together. But he didn’t see you as an adult, he saw that little girl that begged him to not go on work trips. The little girl that clung to him whenever he got back. Your father sat down next to you and wrapped you up in a hug, letting you cry on his shoulder. After you finally calmed down you went on to explain all of the other things your mother had done. Keeping you in the cellar while your siblings had sleepovers, the beatings and degrading words she’d said to you. How you were going through so much stress that you suppressed your powers for a while. Finally you explained how it mostly ended when you were around twelve and you had lifted every single sharp metal object and pointed it in her direction. You stood up for yourself while she was slapping you across the face for something out of your control.

Toward the end it looked as if Eddie would have a heart attack. Guilt ridden and blindsided he gave you one last hug and another apology before he walked out. Josh and Sofia gave you a quick hug and an apology of their own before they followed him, promising to look out for him and to keep you updated on what would eventually happen when they got home. Bucky and Molly excused themselves to go find the kids leaving you alone with Luke.

“I should have done something.” Luke says.”I should have kept you safe.”

“Don’t do that to yourself. We were both kids and our mother manipulated and threatened us.”

“Still, I’m sorry for not protecting you. I’m sorry for everything. Especially when we got older, I should have reached out and apologized sooner, I’ll always regret that.”

“Me too, but at least we can have a new start now.” You give him a sad smile.

“I’d love that. Also I think Olivia and Charlotte wouldn’t give us an option. They were already talking about another sleepover.”

You both smile at the thought of the girls getting along so well. Even Henry was getting love and attention from Olivia.

“I’m proud of you.” Luke says next, taking you by surprise. “You could have hated the world but here you are, full of love to give. Those kids, the avengers and Bucky are lucky to have you.”

“Luke…” words failed you, especially when he sat next to you and wrapped you up in a warm embrace.

“Do you think we could start over?”

“I’d really like that.”

The door slams open and a very angry looking Charlotte walks in the door. She points her little finger at Luke.

“No make mama sad.” She stomps her feet as she walks to get in between you and him. Henry appears next to her, the same angry face as he stands in front of you and Lottie.

Bucky walks in just then with an exasperated look on his face. He raises an eyebrow when Lottie and Henry look at him but Lottie crosses her arms over her chest in defiance.

“Kids I told you that your mom was having an important talk with uncle Luke.” He looks from Luke to you. “I’ve been trying to keep her from coming up here for the last 30 minutes.”

“But make mama sad. No wike it dada.” Lottie argues back.

“Oh sweet Angel, mama isn’t sad. I’m crying because I’m happy.”

Charlotte looks at you confused.

“But mama you’re crying.” Henry speaks up.

“Sometimes people cry because they’re happy.”

“Mama not sad?” Lottie asks, her innocence is precious.

“No, mama is happy.”

Luke chuckles and shakes his head. “I should get going. We’ll talk soon.” He leans in and hugs you then gives Henry a high five and a kiss to the top of Charlotte’s head. “Keep mama safe ok? She’s very special.”

Henry and Lottie nod in agreement.

“Same goes for you.” Luke tells Bucky as they shake hands.

“With my life.”

Luke disappears down the hallway and Bucky closes the door behind him. The wall now has an indent of the door handle from where Lottie slammed the door into it. Shaking his head, Bucky sits next to you.

“How are you doing?”

You contemplated the question before sighing.

“Like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. Glad I went to therapy as soon as I was able to.”

Lottie tapped your knee and put her arms up so that you would pick her up. You sat her down so that she was straddling your legs, her little hands fiddling with the necklace Bucky had given you for Mother’s Day.

“You little miss attitude,” you said to Lottie and she looked up at you with wide eyes. “Are you going to come to my rescue any time I’m sad? Are you gonna keep me safe?”

“Mama keep safe an happy,” Lottie puts both her hands on her chest as she speaks about herself. “Keep mama safe an happy.” Then she puts her hands on your chest with a shy smile on her face.

“My sweet girl.”

You kiss her forehead as she leans into your embrace. Henry moves to stand next to you and you pull him into a hug. Eventually Lottie wiggles off your lap and runs off to her room to play, taking Henry with her.

“Are you sure you’re ok?” Bucky asks again.

“I will be, baby.”

Bucky opens his arms and you lean into him, your head resting on his shoulder. You enjoy the silence and the comfort of being in his arms until your phone vibrates in your pocket. Thinking it’s your siblings or even your dad you pull it out.

“Everything ok?” Bucky asks when he sees your expression of confusion.

“Yeah. Actually there’s something you have to know.”

“Ok?”

“You know that cute Bruce created for me?” Bucky just nods. “Well that was Bruce, when he gave me the shot I passed out. Turns out that while I no longer have the toxin in my system I do have the serum.”

Bucky just stares at you for a moment. “I’m sorry what?”

“The antitoxin Bruce created ended up doubling the small amount of serum I had in my system. So I’m like a super soldier now. But where you and Steve are like 100% super soldiers, I’m 75%. At least that’s what Bruce is saying.”

“So you can heal faster?”

“Yeah?” You answer with a question.

Bucky just nods but doesn’t say anything.

“Also don’t tell Steve because when I get the chance I wanna spar with him and kick his ass.” You say making him chuckle.

You stand and offer Bucky your hand, which he takes, and you pull him up easily.

“I’m gonna have to get used to that.” You mutter as you walk back to spend time with the kids.

All you can do is hope that things go back to some sort of normal.

Ch 22

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I’ve been trying to bookmark the fics that I like more often so I can actually remember where to find things, but I like the idea of talking about them here more too. I’ve been blown away by the talent and creativity in this fandom and I want to shout it from the rooftops!

With that in mind, here are some Spirk fics that I’ve loved lately!

Time After Time by spaceisgay (ChancellorGriffin)

Summary:

Sam Kirk’s younger brother James is posted to the Enterprise on a six-month rotation. Spock, preoccupied with thoughts of his sister, regards this as an unique opportunity to study another pair of adult siblings in their natural habitat.

That is very much not what happens.

My thoughts: guys I feel absolutely insane about this one. It’s just so, so good. It was one of the first Spirk fics I read when I started getting into it a few months ago, and I just reread it last week because I wanted to know if it was as good as I remembered. It very much is!!!

Highlights: sibling feelings, horny mind melds, THE DINNER TABLE SCENE, dungeons and dragons.

Entering Orbit by museaway

SUMMARY:

Jim escapes to Iowa to avoid the media frenzy following the Narada incident, but a late-night miscommunication results in Spock turning up on his front porch.

My thoughts: this was great to read after watching Star Trek (2009) a few weeks ago. I don’t love the Abrams movies but there is some really spectacular fic out there for them that almost makes up for it.

Highlights: Bartender Jim and cooking for each other.

Not in Front of the Klingons by @android-and-ale

Summary: Our beloved Old Married Spirk have been sent off on yet another diplomatic mission. They’re an (in)famous presence in Federation politics, so really, everyone should know what to expect from them. If you bug their rooms you deserve what you see and hear.

Enjoy canon level “diplomacy,” the eternal mediocrity of conference centers, and lighthearted middle aged sex.

My thoughts: this is DELIGHTFUL and I adore it. Old married Spirk has become one of my favorite things to read lately and this nails it.

Highlights: the way they banter and laugh during sex. They’re so comfortable and happy together, it’s lovely.

The recitation of names by Moreta1848@jennelikejennay

Summary:

Two hundred crew members died in the attack on the USS Farragut by a sentient cloud creature. Now the ship has to limp home with traumatized survivors and a borrowed crew. Lieutenant James T. Kirk is doing the worst of anyone, but he won't admit why and doesn't want help.

One of the borrowed crew is Lieutenant Commander Spock. He feels a strange magnetism toward the troubled lieutenant, but the chain of command and his duty to the ship must always come first.

My thoughts: I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the idea of the recitation of names. It’s a beautiful way to grieve, and having Kirk and Spock do it together here is such a moving way for them to get to know each other.

Highlights: unplanned roommates, a lot of feelings about therapy/healing, just a lot of FEELINGS.

the yeomen of the garden (and laundry) by @cicaklah

Summary:

“So you and El-Tee Kirk?” Greig said as Spock came to collect his clothing again after yet another incident. “Is something going on there?”

Spock just blinks. “Which Kirk brother are you referring to?”

Greig shrugs. “I didn’t know there was more than one of them.”

Spock nods. “I am not in a relationship with Sam Kirk, if that is what you are asking.”

Greig gives him the finger-phasers. “Oh cool, cool, that's what I thought. Sweet. Tell your buddy to get better okay? His chest must be so raw after everything he’s been through to damage so many tops.”

My thoughts: this whole series has been a blast to read, but this is probably the one that has stuck in my head the most. There’s something about seeing what other people are up to on The Enterprise that hits me in the right way, and I love the laundry guy here.

Highlights: the garden, laundry workers having all the best gossip

K'diwa: A Steamy Novel of Interspecies Romance, by Jim Kirk by branwyn

Summary:

Jim wrote a romance novel just to prove he could. Then someone leaked it on the public Starfleet server, and suddenly his embarrassingly smutty and sentimental Human/Vulcan love story is all over campus. Luckily for Jim, no one knows that he’s the author. Unluckily for Jim, someone forwarded the novel to the staff of the Vulcan embassy. Now, every Vulcan in San Francisco is reassessing the logical merits of taking Human bondmates.

Spock reads a Human/Vulcan romance novel because he can hardly avoid it. Suddenly, he is consumed by the need to locate the author, ascertain their wellbeing, and instruct them in the way of Vulcan mating bonds. Luckily for Spock, it doesn't take long to identify the author as Jim Kirk. Unluckily for Spock, Jim is unconscious and surrounded by interested Vulcans who also read the book.

My thoughts: this was so fun to read! I love Jim writing a romance novel, I love how they set up all his friends at the Academy, and I love Spock falling in love with him through reading his work.

Highlights: all the Vulcan culture stuff was interesting, and I really love Gaila in this one.

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Prompt - Ideology

@jegulus-microfic December 25 Word count 261

“Regulus, Santas been!” James called out excitedly, riffling through the presents under the tree. Regulus emerged from the bedroom and came yawning down the stairs. 

“You do know that Santa isn’t real, right?”

“No, he’s totally real, and he’s a wizard.” James started to list all the ways Santa was real, beaming at Regulus the entire time. “Flying sleigh. Magical creatures. Ability to manipulate time. Breaking and entry with transfiguration. Totally a wizard. Plus, how do you explain all these presents from him?” Regulus said carefully, wondering if James had banged his head on the way downstairs that morning.

“James, you do realise these are from your mum, right?”

“Why would my mum say she’s Santa? Oh, my Godric Gryffindor! Is my mum Santa?!”

 What? No, James. You can’t be serious. Do not answer that.” He warned when James got that look on his face. “The whole concept of Santa is an ideology that parents made up to appease and control their children and apparently their adult ones as well.” Regulus was getting tired of having to explain such a simple thing to an 18-year-old man.  

“Santa left some for you too,” James said, holding up a small collection of gifts in his hands. 

“For me, really?” Regulus ran forward and grabbed the gifts out of James’s hands. 

Dear Regulus

Merry Christmas

Love

Santa 

“I know they’re from your mum but,” He trailed off, unsure how to finish. 

“It’s the magical wonder?” James added helpfully. 

“Yeah, something like that.” Regulus smiled happily as he carefully unwrapped his first-ever present from Santa. 

[padfootastic]

(The idea that Remus wasn't the only werewolf at Hogwarts but they're just all keeping it a secret and Dumbledore doesn't tell them they're not alone is SUCH a concept! Kind of obsessed actually if Remus gets a shack protected by a murder tree what do the others get? It makes sense that they would want to separate them all when turning as they can't guarantee safety if they're together. Are there like? more shacks somewhere in the forest? A mini village of shacks that have so many protection spells on them not even an earthquake could do any damage to them?)

It being a personal favour to a friend make sooo much sense though. The way that people talk about werewolves in the books really doesn't lend itself to people thinking of kids as werewolves. They're gruesome hardened killers who want to tear the wizarding world apart! 11 year olds just... don't fit into that narrative at all. Dumbledore probably never thought 'oh let me see if I can do something for the other werewolf children' because how many would there even be? two others in the whole country? Those are outliers nothing needs to structurally change just for maybe a handful of kids.

Also re: his parents/Dumbledore telling Remus that going to Hogwarts is an amazing opportunity. Based on Remus' later personality I'd almost say that they(he?) also made it a point to specify that Dumbledore believed Remus specifically to be worthy of this chance. Just insane pressure on this scared eleven year old that he had to keep proving to Dumbledore that he was still worthy of the risk while he was at school. He could have gotten kicked out the moment he wasn't! (Would also be a way to explain why Remus was much more careful than James and Sirius) And later in life he would want to still show Dumbledore that it wasn't a mistake to think him worthy. His inability to keep a job (even if it isn't his fault but prejudice) would make him feel even worse about the whole situation!

THE SNIPPET!!!!! I'm obsessed it sounds fantastic! Sirius needs a good hug and some hot chocolate :( Poor guy :( (you should also get yourself some hot choco!!) Almost being haunted by love he doesn't think he deserves and can never get back :(((

The fact that order members being present would derail Harry and Sirius having a conversation is just so sad but so real.

Also to your tags on the new Sirius and Harry snippet (which was ALSO brilliant!!!). Harry would definitely respond to "acromantulas are predators!?" with some version of "yea. we did noticed that actually." Sarcastic little shit that he is. It's always so fun to see Sirius' response to all the things that happened to Harry (and the trio as a whole) but also how Harry then reacts when he encounters the first adult who puts him and not the result of those situations first.

gosh i KNOW right!!! literally a revolutionary concept, so so layered. sadly, the fic it was in didn’t delve into it too deeply, it only came out because of the aforesaid tragedies but truly, it makes you think no? if we didn’t have the shrieking shack plot, it would’ve honestly been a very plausible theory. (but god does a warded mini village of snacks sound ridiculously cool. even though it opens up avenues for dumbledore to be accused of forming his own light-indoctrinated werewolf pack ;)

oh, absolutely! kids being seen as the outliers to what is essentially a structural issue is so on brand. they’re such OBVIOUS victims that it just makes sense to help out. only in small, incremental, ways though bc they’re still monsters at heart but just enough to bring them into the very fringes of society instead of entirely outside of it ykno?

yesss and even the fact that, iirc remus doesn’t tell dumbles about padfoot in PoA because he’s ashamed? that he broke the headmasters trust in school? like, we consistently see remus just being. one overburdened mf.

oh man sirius is definitely getting hugs but i am running to the doc right now to put a note in for a scene on sirius getting hot chocolate. perhaps he wakes up from a nightmare and harry is already there and he makes his godfather sit down and practically inhale two cups of hot choc bc what is better than chocolate for driving away the terror?

[sitp-recs]

hi! do you happen to have a compilation of your all time favourite drarry fics?

Hi there! I have it somewhere but not sure it’s updated so here’s a new one. I cut summaries short so the post wouldn’t get too long, hope that’s ok. These are fics that touched me in a special way either because they were crafted to satisfy my emotional needs, or because I found them mindblowing creative and smart. Enjoy!

Still Life, orphaned (M, 3k)

The Long Fall by @tackytigerfic (M, 3.6k)

It's supposed to be a simple house renovation, and maybe it's just the paint fumes, but Harry is feeling dizzy around Draco Malfoy.

An Emerald In The Sky by @corvuscrowned (M, 6.6k)

The hardest part about shagging an Unspeakable is that they’re not allowed to speak of anything. All Draco knows is that Harry works in Time.

Clear As Mud by scoradh (M, 9.8k)

Set post-war and post-Harry's-conscience...

And Save Me From Bloody Men by @blamebrampton (T, 10k)

Draco Malfoy once watched others fighting to stop the world falling apart. This time, he's not just watching.

Two Zinnias and the Scent of Lemon by @the-starryknight (M, 16.7k)

Between covert Legilimency links and Polyjuice disguises and running and running and running, Draco has forgotten what it is like to have a safe harbor that isn’t a person.

Reparatio by astolat (E, 17k)

Draco snorted. “I’m not reduced to penury. I want something considerably beyond money, and I rather think you’re the only one can give it to me.”

Waiting By An Open Door by Femme and noeon (E, 29k)

Draco starts following Potterwatch secretly during the War. He wishes Potter would come save him too.

Turn From Stone by @harryromper (T, 45k)

Something happened in the hours after the final battle, after the evacuation of the living and the dead. As the last of the survivors left the castle, and as the castle itself turned its wounded back on them all.

Heal Thyself by astolat (E, 47k)

"Are you going for the course?" Lovegood asked. "You have the NEWTs.”

The Boy Who Only Lived Twice by lettered (E, 54k)

Harry Potter is an Unspeakable. Draco Malfoy is the wizard who shagged him.

Modern Love by @tackytigerfic (E, 61k)

Harry Potter, of all people, knows that life isn’t always fair. And no one gets to be happy all of the time.

The Beauty of Thestrals and Other Unseen Things by @writcraft (E, 63k)

Harry has terrific friends, an amazing girlfriend and his job as Head Auror enables him to work on challenging cases and Ministry reform. He just wishes he could work out why he’s been so out of sorts.

Little Compton Street (One Rainy Night in Soho) by @writcraft (E, 65k)

Draco is lonely, Harry hates the press and it won’t stop raining in London.

Timecode by Rasborealis (M, 73k)

Harry Potter has been dead for two years, and Draco would laugh in the face of anyone claiming differently.

Running on Air by eleventy7 (T, 74k)

Draco Malfoy has been missing for three years. Harry is assigned the cold case and finds himself slowly falling in love with the memories he collects.

Dwelling by aideomai (T, 83k)

Curses, James and Lily Potter ride again, several Ministry balls, a teenage Summer of Love, a grim young adult dystopian winter, a few different Draco Malfoys.

Little Deaths and How to Avoid Them by nerakrose and dustmouth (M, 96k)

Malfoy is way too interested in coroner reports for somebody who's definitely not looking for ways to die, Harry wants to be friends with him, and Ginny wants to break up with Harry.

Who we are in the shadows by @quicksilvermaid (E, 100k)

What happens when you’re forced to become the very thing you despise? Ex-Auror Harry Potter, tossed out of the Ministry for something he had no control over, has been looking for a way back to his former life.

The Liars Department by @dorthyanndrarry (T, 103k)

This is a story about Harry meeting up with Draco Malfoy four years after the war. And a story about Harry, well, not hating his job per say, but it's not like he has much to compare it to and it seemed fine.

Far From The Tree by aideomai (E, 112k)

The arrival of Harry Potter’s children—snapped back in time, the children themselves guessed, twenty or so years—was the most interesting thing to happen at Hogwarts for years.

A Sword Laid Aside by @korlaena (E, 128k)

When Draco’s cover is blown during a deep undercover operation and the Ministry is compromised, Ron takes Draco to the only safe place he can think of—Potter.

What We Pretend We Can't See by gyzym (M, 131k)

Seven years out from the war, Harry learns the hard truth of old history: it’s never quite as far behind you as you thought.

By the Grace by lettered (T, 139k)

Harry is an Auror instructor. Malfoy wants to be an Auror.

In The Dark by @bixgirl1 (E, WIP)

In the aftermath of an apocalypse, Harry receives an order to find and bring Draco Malfoy nearly a thousand miles, to the tenuous safety of Hogwarts.