#james vowels x y/n

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Racing for Two | James Vowels

synopsis; James wants Y/n to stay home since she's ready to pop at any moment, but she wants to be there to support her grid children

warnings; pregnancy, there’s a ten-year-gap between James and reader (34 and 44)

note; requested

note2; still not very happy with James after he benched my boy Logan because Alex crashed, but I'm still gonna write for him. I added a part where he finds out

I’m am not knowledgeable enough about pregnancy as I’ve never been pregnant, so she gets over her morning sickness pretty quickly. I also apologize because this went in a different direction than where I meant for it to

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Y/n groaned, hand on her stomach.

The woman had woken up feeling odd and as soon as she stood up, she had become nauseous. That led her to where she was now, bent over the toilet and puking her guts out, "Are you okay, love?" James questioned, entering the bathroom worriedly, crouching down behind her and putting a hand on her back.

"I'm okay, sweetheart. I might just have come down with a bug. Or I ate something bad." Y/n waved off his concern, "Are you sure?" James asked, "Yeah, I'm fine. Can you help me up?" Y/n asked, holding her hand out for James to grab. James grabbed the hand Y/n was holding out and helped her up, "Darling, if you're not feeling well, you don't have to come with me to the track. You can stay here and rest." James said, "James, I'm fi—"

Y/n turned and rushed to hunch over the toilet again, "I think you should stay here. You aren't feeling well and it's only free practice." James insisted, "But I want to see Alex, Logan, Oscar, and Lando. You know they've been looking forward to seeing me." Y/n groaned. "I'm sure they'll understand that you're not feeling well. If you feel better by tomorrow, you can join us for FP3 and Quali." James promised.

Y/n groaned again, "Fine. I'll stay here, but I'm ordering room service." She sighed, standing up and picking up her toothbrush. James walked up behind her, wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her temple, "I'm sorry, I know you wanted to cheer your...grid kids on, but you're not feeling well. Your health is more important than anything, dear." James muttered, lips still pressed against Y/n's temple.

Y/n huffed and spat out the foam, "I guess you're right. It's only qualifying, I'll be able to join you Sunday." The woman agreed. She turned in James' arms and wrapped her arms around him, "It's okay. Order yourself something when you're hungry and make sure to get some rest, okay?" James asked, "Okay." Y/n agreed.

"I have to go now, but I'll send someone to check on you." James spoke, gathering his things, "I'll be fine, love. Have a good day. I love you." Y/n hummed, gently pulling James down by the back of his neck, "I love you too." James said, pressing his lips to hers, "Make sure you eat."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Give the boys luck from me, yeah?" Y/n let out, walking towards the bed they shared and lying down, "I will." James assured, walking out of the hotel.

Y/n picked up the phone and ordered something light to eat as she wasn't as hungry as she usually was. "Some toast and turkey bacon should be sufficient," Y/n mumbled, putting the phone back onto the receiver. Y/n sat back with a sigh, reaching for the remote to turn on a show  while she waited for the food to arrive.

Once it arrived, Y/n opened the door and took the food from the woman at the door. The smell of the food hit her nose and she began to feel nauseous until she had to drop the plate and run to the bathroom, "Ma'am? Ma'am, are you okay?" The employee asked, running into the restroom after her. The employee rubbed Y/n's back, "Ma'am are you sick? Do you need me to get anything?" She asked sweetly, "No, I'm good. I think I might be coming down with something. Although, I don't feel sick other than the vomiting." Y/n panted.

The employee's eyes widened and she began to look around, spotting signs of another person, "Ma'am, are you here with someone?" The woman, whose nametag read Kaila, asked. "My husband. Why? You don't need to call him. I'm only throwing up." Y/n assured, "Oh, no. I-- That's ...that's not what I meant. You are throwing up, but you don't seem to have a fever. You threw up at the smell of your food... There's only one thing I can think of." Kaila said. "What?" Y/n asked, "Hold on. I'm going to go get something. I'll knock on the door." Kaila informed before walking out of the hotel room, "What the fuck?" Y/n muttered.

She stood up and cleaned up the food that had fallen in her rush to get to the bathroom, "What do I eat now?" Y/n huffed, throwing the food in the trash and putting the plate on the dresser near the door.

Y/n sat back onto the bed and grabbed the remote again, "I guess I'll just have to watch some television until my stomach settles." Y/n sighed.

Y/n had forgotten that the employee had told her that she would be coming back until ten minutes later, when there was a knock on the door. "Hello, ma'am. I'm sorry for intruding like this, but I've bright you some stuff." Kaila rushed into the room, seeing the black plastic bag she had in her hand. "Pardon me, but this is highly inappropriate behavior. I—" Y/n started, "I know that this is unprofessional behavior of me, but I realized something." Kaila said, pulling out a few boxes.

"What are— Are...are those pregnancy tests?" Y/n asked, "Yes, I have been through this before. Believe it or not, I'm a mother of three, so I think I'm able to realize when one might be pregnant. Now that I look at you, you are kind of glowing. Go to the bathroom and take these." Kaila ordered, shoving the tests into Y/n's hands, "But I don't need to pee." Y/n protested.

Kaila sighed and left the room, coming back with bottles of water on her hands, "There you go. Drink and pee. I'll leave it to you. Have a good day, ma'am." Kaila placed the waters on the dessert and rushed out of the room. "What the hell was that?" Y/n questioned, looking at the door in confusion before looking at the water bottles.

With a sigh, Y/n snatched a water bottle and began drinking it slowly so she wouldn't throw it up immediately. As soon as she needed to use the restroom, she grabbed one of the boxes and took the test. "Now to wait." Y/n hummed, placing the test in the sink and setting a timer on her phone. It would be a few hours until James came back, so she wouldn't have to worry about him coming back and catching her before she was ready.

What was she going to do if she was pregnant? She knew that she and James weren't getting any younger and if they were to have children, it'd have to be before she turned at least forty. How would James feel about having a child? Y/n knew he'd want one, but they didn't really talk about when they wanted.

The timer went off, snapping Y/n out of her thoughts. Y/n stood up, taking a deep breath and entering the bathroom. She picked up the test with the screen upside down, "Whatever it is, I'm going to accept it. I'm going to be happy even if I'm not pregnant." Y/n assured herself before flipping the test over.

Pregnant

Y/n covered her mouth, tears welling up within her eyes and a lump sticking in her throat, "Holy shit. I'm pregnant. I'm having a baby!" Y/n cheered, holding the test to her chest. She was worried about how James would react, but at the same time, she was too excited to care. It would devastate her if James didn't want the baby, but she wasn't going to get rid of it. She was sweet on grabbing and raising the child, even if she has to do it by herself.

"Screw this." Y/n said, grabbing her purse, a jacket, and ordered an Uber. She wasn't planning on waiting to tell James about their growing family. She didn't want to wait, she wanted to share her joy with her husband immediately and maybe even her surrogate grid children.

She excitedly hopped out of the Uber and made her way towards the paddock entrance with her pass around her neck. "Hey, Mrs. Vowels!" A Aston Martin engineer greeted, "Hey!" Y/n greeted back. Y/n rushed through the paddock, not pausing for anyone, but making sure to greet anyone who greeted her. "James!" Y/n called out to her husband, who was talking with her grid children, Logan and Alex.

"Mama Vowels! I thought you were feeling sick." Logan greeted, hugging Y/n, "We thought you wouldn't be here. James told us that you were sick." Alex added also hugging Y/n. "I did, but..." Y/n dig into her purse and pulled out the test, "I wanted to tell you this as soon as possible."

James took a tissue and grabbed the test, "My love, are you... you're—" "I'm pregnant!" Y/n interrupted. James pulled his wife to his chest and kissed her while Logan and Alex cheered in a very Logan and Alex way. “Congratulations!” A few engineers cheered as the couple embraced each other, “Come here.” Y/n beckoned, pulling the two into the hug.

“Why are we hugging? What’s everyone cheering for?” The familiar voice of Lando Norris spoke up. The group broke apart and looked to Y/n, who had tears streaming down her face. Y/n held up the test, “We’re having a baby!” She said, “Congratulations!” Lando’s quiet Aussie teammate finally spoke up, “That’s amazing. Congratulations.” Lando said, giving the soon-to-be mother a big smile.

“I’m going to have another kid.” Y/n breathed, “What do you mean another?” Alex questioned, “You four are my kids. What do you mean? I’ve shipped you as soon as I met you guys.” Y/n said as if it was obvious.

“Well, I’m happy to be apart of your family.”

Y/n stepped out of the car with the help of her husband, clad in maternity clothing and her stomach protruding. "You know that you could've stayed home." James told her, putting a hand on her back to make sure she was okay while walking, "I know that I don't have to, but you're in the UK, so why would I not come and support my boys?" Y/n asked, rolling her eyes as she waddled into the paddock.

"Hey, I didn't think you'd be here seeing as you look like you're about to pop any second." Lando joked, jogging up to them as they passed the McLaren garage with Oscar trailing behind. "I didn't want to miss your home race, Lando. Even if "I'm about to pop" I'd never miss out for the world." Y/n tittered, before groaning. "What's wrong? Are you okay? Do you need anything?" James questioned, "It's nothing. My feet just feel like they're on fire." Y/n answered.

"You can sit in the McLaren garage if you need to." Oscar offered, "I think you should, love. You can come to the Williams garage when you feel like you can walk without your feet hurting." James said. "Thank you, boys, but I'll be fine. I think I make it to Williams. I want to be with my husband." Y/n rejected, "Are you sure? I don't mind walking to the garage alone. You can go rest." James reassured.

"No, I want to be with you. If I do go into labour, I want to be nearby." Y/n explained, "Okay, then shall we get you to the garage?" James questioned, guiding Y/n to the Williams garage and immediately getting a chair for her to sit. "Do you need anything? Water? Snacks?" James inquired, "Can I have some ice cream if we have any?" Y/n asked, "I'll go get that for you." James said, kissing Y/n's forehead.

"Thank you." Y/n said, watching James walk away, "Hey, Mama Vowels. How are you feeling?" Alex asked, holding a bottle of water out for her. "I'm swollen and in pain, but I'm happy to be here." Y/n answered happily, "Your due date is near isn't it? Are you sure it's safe for you to be here when your water can break at any moment?" Logan asked. "You both are worth it. I can give birth at any moment, yes, but I'm not going to miss you both racing." Y/n

 scoffed playfully.

As James was coming back, Y/n felt a tightening sensation within her abdomen, "I got your ice cream." James announced, holding the packaged ice cream out for Y/n, "Are you okay, Mama Vowels?" Logan asked, bending down as the woman stared ahead of her blankly. "Mama Vowel?" Alex called, "Love?" James spoke, putting a hand on her shoulder. Y/n then felt a pop and what felt like a waterfall gushing down her leg. Y/n looked up at her husband with widened eyes and a slack jaw.

"My water broke."

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I SAW SMTH ABOUT YOU NEEDING LOGAN SMAU IDEAS AND OH BOY DO I HAVE ONE!! So basically, reader is logans childhood best friend. Always loved gymnastics, and logan always went to all of her recitals and big competitions, and she went to all of his karting practices and races. Now they are grown up and reader is a professional gymnast competing in the Olympics for America, and logan is a professional f1 driver. They are still so close, and they have been dating since they were like 16, but none of the f1 world knows that, they just believe they are friends. Reader manages to get gold at the Olympics so logan does a whole ass simp appreciation post hardlaunching their relationship and giving all of their fans whiplash.

summary; logan has a very special helmet reveal on instagram to celebrate your olympics gold metal and a scavenger hunt seems like the appropriate way to reveal it to you

pairing; logan sargeant x fem! olympic gymnast! reader [ no faceclaim ]

a/n; girl who starts breathing like darth vader after three flights of stairs: yeah i can write from an olympic gymnast's pov that's fine; i've also never been in japan so pinterest was my best friend here

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ynusername the feminine urge to walk around tokyo aimlessly

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osc_pastry WILLIAMS MISSING IN THE LIKES 💀

olliebearman Congrats on both wins :)

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logansargeant Thinking of you. Always.

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roboclaren WHAT WAS THAT....OKAY....JAMES

haas_shaker i too, think of james vowels always forzapluto NOT AFTER WHAT HE PULLED IN AUSTRALIA

bbglewis do you hear that? the sounds of hundreds of f1 wag accounts STOMPING in your direction

mcmango y/n is punching the floor rn

albon_goated oscar too

pierrette girlfriend reveal when

typicallyleclerc It's gotta be that model Caryl Zarubin? Weren't they spotted together at a restaurant recently? lionkingseb no i think he was there with his best friend and she happened to see them and asked for a picture, they don't follow each other on social media or anything like that so it's unlikely typicallyleclerc Ohh, I didn't know that. Thank you.

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logansargeant I contemplated how to word this for a long time, but I finally feel ready. For as long as I have known you, you've been a pillar of hope. Someone I can count on. Someone who tells the bullies off when I couldn’t. The first person I ran to after getting my first win.

To see you achieve something as great as an olympic gold metal has made me eternally grateful to be called yours. I can’t promise a win anytime soon, let alone a championship, but I can promise to commemorate you while there's still a stage light above me.

Your shine is brighter than any star, but I’ve tried to replicate it. Congratulations on your achievement, love. I hope you like the surprise 😉

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ynusername YOU ABSOLUTE SAP

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mcmango nevermind, it's just oscar punching the floor rn

albon_goated A WIN IS A WIN

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ynusername more priceless than any medal

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ynusername you have no competition frederikvestiofficial This couldn't have been more fun than the Ghibli museum :( olliebearman you have to be squidding me oscarpiastri Woomp Woomp arthur_leclerc I would've won olliebearman yeah right olliebearman tuna in next time

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Could you do one for James Vowles with wife reader? Reader being sick, but still doing domestic things around the house and James has to force the reader into bed to get some rest. Add something you'd like though. Some fluffy bickering. Something sweet. Thanks!!!

Through sickness

James Vowels x reader

(I didn't know who he was so I did a little research before writing it)

Warnings : English isn't my first language, a little cursing

Fluff

Request : yes

The weekend that he was free the sickness caught y/n making her feel like shit trying to cover it up as much as she can so she doesn't ruin his off time by a stupid sickness.

With her nose running, coughing like she smoke all of her life and her previous ones, with the thermometer showing 40° degrees and a headache much stronger than any hangover she had when she was clubbing with her friends. It was Thursday when she woke up and everything hit her at ones, panicking she got up and went to the pharmacy to get everything needed so she can become better on Sunday night when he is to come back home from work.

Throughout the four days she had before the love of her love walk in through the door, she tried everything nostral spay to unstuff her nose, taking pills to get the fever and headache to calm down and syrup to drink for her throat, nothing really work in an instant so she did all of the household chores she could do with her illness but still trying to get some rest to help speed up the process and trying to do work so she wouldn't loose her job because she didn't want to take her limited time off just for being sick so she could have days off when her husband is here or if she needs to go to a few races she could with no problems.

Her husband james had asked her multiple times to quit so she could do anything she wanted with not much worry because he had money, he had enough money to retire both of them and live their life but she refused each time not wanting to spent his money for two reasons, one being that she wanted to be her own person with her own money and also for her to not lose her mind in her house not liking being in the races because of her being afraid of the cameras all over the grid.

She had fallen asleep with folding the freshly washed clothes, not waking up when James walked in with his bags in his hands and a smile in his face waiting to see his wife which he had missed, not seeing her for 2 weeks and rare were the phone calls due to the time zone and their schedules.

Trying to find her he dropped his things in the living room to shearch for her, going to their bathroom, no there, to the kitchen?, nope confused he shearch their balcony, no the laundry room?, no and finally their bedroom, yes!

He found her with a pile of clothes around her, in her hands there was one of his shirts half folded, he moved the chothes from around her and got close to her, noticed her nose was red and dry around her nostrals and her cupid's bow in help lips the skin dry and chopped. In the bedside table a mug with milk which he thought it was probably hot, now icy cold two empty water bottles, and the things she bought from the pharmacy beside them , dressed in one of his hoodies and fizzy pijamas pants and a used tissue in her hand he got the message. She was sick and tried to get better probably for him

Walking out of the bedroom he found food already cooked in a saucepan his favourite, pasta carbonara a bit cold, he audaply awed at it, seeing the flours clean the couch's cushions puffed up, the dishes done and the fridge and freezer full with food he realised she did all that with sick.

He changed out of his work clothes and into a set of pj's that she had folded up and for him before she had fallen asleep he started to make soup for her, to make her feel better, while he waited for the soup to be ready he took a shower and ate the carbonara not before warming it up and went to make the woman he married 2 years ago, some said the honeymoon feeling with pass within the six months of marriage then problems with fizzle up with everything but they still are so in love with each other, finding comfort in one other, each kiss feels like the first and their need for each other grows more and more.

Shaking her gently sitting beside her she woke up grumpy and mad to whatever woke her up but when she opened her eyes more and looked around she saw the love of her life she beamed up at him and wrapped her hands around his neck and kissed the top of his head carefully to not kiss him near his face to not spread whatever she has to him because in a week he will be back to work.

" hey baby! How was the flight today?"

She asked James her voice hoarse from the lack of use and the coughing for 3 and a half days long struggle with the illness

" It was good but I wish I had you with me the boys finished 5-8 so it was a good rce for us with no problems so I am happy, I made you soup!"

He said while explaining a bit and beamed at her

" you cooked? Why? I made your favourite didn't you liked it?"

" No I liked it and I ate it but the soup is for you baby I noticed you are sick so I thought you could use soup for it!"

"oh. Thank you baby I was trying to get better to not make your free time home shit because of me and my illness"

And with that they got up and he made her eat the soup with the bickered about him being happy to take care of y/n and with she said she would feel worse if she forced him to take care of her in the only time they get together and he was scolding her about doing the chores around the house while she was sick.

In the end of the day they got in their bed cuddling and talking about everything they missed from each other while they were not together and slept happily in the embrace of each other

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Hey! I have a request! Bucky x reader where the reader is from the red room. Maybe the avengers just got her out and Buckys helping her through the ptsd and stuff? Maybe she locks herself away to her room because she’s scared to do anything for herself? Also maybe some platonic nat? Sorry if that was too specific. Feel free to add your own ideas and change stuff or just ignore if you don’t like the idea! Thanks!

Hi! Thank you so much for the request, I'm sorry it took me so long, life has been evil to me and I may or may not have forgotten this blog actually had readers. I love me some good hurt/comfort. I hope what I have written works!

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When the Avengers had burst into the facility you had been kept in, with all the bravado of heroes you were shocked. You had heard whispers of these warriors that you were being trained eliminate. You had heard stories of the Black Widow who had betrayed the Red Room and while you didn't want to give yourself hope, a small part of you always longed to do the same. To be done with the endless list of missions and targets, to finally stop piling up the blood on your hands.

They had arrested you originally. You didn't blame them, you were one of the most active members of the programme, You had lost count of how many instructions you had followed, how many targets you had eliminated and you had no doubt that the Avengers had your face on their wall of targets.

That was why, when the Winter Soldier aimed a gun at your head you just knelt to the ground as you watched your seniors begin to fight the other Avengers. You didn't say a word in the carrier back to wherever they were taking you. It was easy to hide behind a bravado of stony silence, to pretend that your entire existence hadn't just been ripped away from you.

That was why, when the blank faces of the Black Widow and the Winter Soldier, stared at you from the other side of the interrogation table, you felt a panicked warmth creep up your neck. They begun to question you about the other facilities and to their surprise, you guessed by the way they looked at each other as you talked, you spoke truthfully and honestly to them. You told them everything you knew.

"If I can stop anymore becoming like me, I will. Everything I know is yours, I won't lie to protect something so hideous as the red room."

Because for as much as the red room tried to convince you otherwise, seeing young girl after young girl die by another girl was not right. Not right in the slightest. The more you saw of the world outside of the Room the more aware you became of this, so by the time it was to end, you promised to do anything to help the Avengers take down the remaining branches of the Black Widow Programme.

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Around 6 months after you had been captured, you were settled into the avengers compound, much to your surprise. You had been there personally to help the avengers gain access to some of the branches and during those mission you had begun a strong friendship with Nat and a... a something with Bucky.

There was something about the gruff man that was so gentle that drew you in. The way his smile lit up when a certain song came on and the little dances he would do while brewing coffee made your heart flutter- despite how much you tried to convince it not too.

It was a nice life, in the compound, you mostly stuck to your room until you were asked to help on a mission, or if Nat asked to spar with you. You still had not gotten rid of the memories, however. These vivid memories haunted you, if you weren't keeping busy your brain would wonder to times before. To victims of the red room, and your victims, the ones you had killed.

Their faces didn't hover as much as their voices, every plea they made would ring in your ears whenever there was a moment of silence. They whispered from the corner of your room at night, nothing would stop them from filling the void of silence. This meant that sleep did not come as easily to you.

It was one of those nights. When every time you closed your eyes there would be nothing but whispers and your brain seemed determined to run through every memory you regretted. There was only one solution to these nights, a good cup of tea (with a splash of whiskey in). So you pottered over to the kitchen, footfalls naturally silent as you boiled the kettle. Tony probably had some fancy gadget that would do the whole process more efficiently, but the sound of boiling water was rather grounding.

Perhaps your focus on the water was why you didn't hear the figure walking up behind you until you felt a slight breath on your neck. Training and years of being on the run kicked into gear and you immediately whipped around to punch her assailant around the jaw, and kicked a foot out to trip them. The figure fell with a very familiar oof, one recognisable from training.

It was Bucky.

Oh god, it was Bucky. Kind, thoughtful, gentle Bucky who had probably come out to check on you. The same Bucky who made you coffee in the morning, that was now lying on the floor clutching his eye as you looked down at him. And then his face, his figure, was all your other victims. A woman in hospital garb, a man in a suit, a wife, a sister, a child. It was too much, you had to run.

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Bucky watched as they ran from the kitchen, he stood up from the floor as the sound of a door slamming echoed through the tower. He rubbed at his jaw, how could he have been so stupid. Sneaking up on someone who was struggling with PTSD and running on little sleep, he didn't think.

"You gonna get that?" Nat's voice was hushed as she offered him a hand up.

He took it, pulling himself up, pausing to think for a moment before walking hesitantly over to the door. He knocked as quietly as possible. He could hear the gasping sobs coming from the other side of the walls.

Nat hovered on his other side, staying within comfort radius in case she was needed.

"Heya Doll." Bucky started, as there was no sign of reply he continued. "You alright?" Still silence. "I'm sorry I snuck up on you like that, it was my fault, should've thought but as Steve would say, thinking ain't always my strong suit."

He caught the sound of movement, hesitant footsteps coming towards the door.

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You managed to control your breathing enough to shuffle over to the door. You placed your hand over the door, where you imagined Bucky to be leaning. Guilt filled your conscious once more and the apology flew out of you before you could stop it.

"I'm so sorry, Bucky. God I am so sorry."

"It's fine, Doll."

"No, no its not!" You were practically yelling at the door now. "I hurt you. What if one day I kill you? You catch me with a knife in my hand and I jump, what then. For crying out loud I can't even make a cup of tea without hurting someone, I can't do anything. I'm sorry, I am so sorry that I'm so useless and I-"

"Hey, hey, hey breathe." Bucky's calm and even tone halted your rant. "Listen to me. Everyone of us has had moments like that, we all have our demons and those demons sometimes cause us to lash out. I've done worse than punch Steve many times, would you call me useless?"

You sniffed as you shook your head, forgetting he couldn't see you.

"Besides," He continued, "We all have our strengths, we all have our weaknesses but you know what's great? We are a team. Where one person can't make a cup of tea, another can make the best brew in the country. You don't have to face these things alone, Doll. We are all here for you, I am here for you, always will be."

You slowly began to open the door as he spoke, and looked up into the most sincere pair of blue eyes you had ever seen. There was a slight bruise coming up below his eye but he was smiling. He was doing that smile that meant his eyes crinkled, twinkling brightly- like stars.

"I'm sorry, Bucky."

"You don't have anything to apologise for, Doll, but you're forgiven."

You crept forward, reaching out for something, someone and the easy smile that filled your face as Bucky's arms wrapped around you in the most comforting hug you had ever had. You felt the faint echo of lips against your head and you gripped onto him tightly.

"You two are adorable."

The two of you separated slowly at Nat's voice. Not completely, there was still the comforting feeling of Bucky's hand against your back.

Nat's face was softer than you had ever seen it and there was nothing but understanding in her eyes as she spoke. "If you ever need someone to talk to come knock on my door. I know I would have loved to have someone there who knew."

Words caught in your throat as you nodded. You were soon wrapped in another comforting hug from Natasha, the scent of her perfume comforting and warm. The way forward would be hard but you knew that with these two by your side, your family, things would be a little easier than they had been.

[tinawriting]

My heart beats for you (S.B)

Requested: Yes/No

Pairing: Sirius Black x fem!reader

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Summary: On Y/n and Sirius' wedding day, he remembers the night he proposed to her and it gives him courage to take the next step.

Warnings: mention of sex, no sexual nudity

A/N: this counts as a second part from this fic if you want to read it first!

Word count: 1.3k

"I can't do this."

Remus rolled his eyes from where he was sitting. "Yes you can."

"No, I can't!" Cried Sirius. "She'll get tired of me and she's going to leave me! She deserves better!" He was tugging on his hair with his eyes wide.

James stood up and walked in Sirius' direction. "Mate," he said grabbing his shoulders. "She loves you. You love her. And this is happening. You're getting married."

Six months ago...

"Darling," said Sirius from their bathroom. "Can you come here for a second?" He heard Y/n coming down the stairs and turned around to look at her. "Should I cut my hair?" He said cocking his head to the side, drops of water falling on his bare shoulders.

She rolled her eyes but couldn't help the smile on her face. "You called me here to ask me that?" She said leaning on the doorframe, looking up and down his body, appreciating the sight of her boyfriend with just a towel and soaking wet.

"Yes!" He said with wide eyes like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "It's important! Should I cut it or not?"

"Why do you ask me?" She said frowning. "Just do whatever you want."

"I just want to know if the love of my life would still think I'm good looking if I cut my hair."

She chucked at that. "Now you're just fishing for compliments, Sirius. As if you could look anything else than handsome."

He winked at her and reached out for her hand to pull her close to him. "Good to know." She smiled up at him fondly and he felt his heart soar in his chest. He took one good look at her, clothes wrinkled, her hair a mess, no makeup and ugly socks on her feet. She was absolutely stunning every second of the day and he just knew that today was the day. "I want to take you out tonight," he said softly with his hands on her hips. "Put on something nice and let's go."

Her eyes that were locked on his travelled down to his lips, and taking the cue, he leaned down to kiss her, their lips meeting softly. He felt her sigh against his lips and he thought that kissing her was the most amazing feeling someone could experience. He wrapped his arms securely around her back and kissed her harder, he parted from her in confusion when he felt her chuckling.

"I'm sorry," Y/n said laughing. "But I really have to pee"

He laughed along with her and kissed her forehead as he walked out of the bathroom.

She closed the door behind her and Sirius ran to their bedroom. Kneeling down, he opened one the drawers of his nightstand and pulled out a small box. Sirius opened it and observed the ring resting inside, took a deep breath and stood up. He heard the shower running and took the opportunity to get dressed. He put on some  dark jeans. a black shirt and his leather jacket, he looked at himself in the mirror.

"You can do this," he whispered looking directly into his eyes with the box tight on his hand. "She will say yes. You know she'll say yes. Stop being a fucking coward." Sirius was so focused on giving himself a pep talk that he failed to notice the figure of his girlfriend coming up from behind him. When he felt a pair of arms wrapped around his waist he let out a shriek that he would denied it ever happened if anyone asked and dropped the box forcefully inside of the pocket of his jacket.

"What was that?" She said wheezing. He turned around in her arms and looked at her eyes glassy with tears of laughter.

"Shut up." He said grumpily. She tried to muffle her laugh with her hand but tiny giggles were making their way out of her lips as she was rummaging through her wardrobe.

He looked at her reflection in the mirror, the drops of water falling from her hair into her back, her naked legs. When she dropped the towel to the floor he looked at her thighs and admired the curve of her lower back.

Once she was dressed she walked up to him and looked at him with such adoration it left him breathless. She loved him as much as he loved her and he couldn't be more grateful for having Y/n in his life. I can't wait to marry you.

Coming back from the restaurant after having a wonderful date Sirius opened the door of their flat to step in after her.

"Can we dance?" She asked turning around to face him. "Please?"

He smiled and with a flick of his wand put on some slow music, she happily leaned on his arms hugging him tightly. He wrapped his arms around her waist and started moving with the music.

Sirius looked around their flat and remembered when they moved in together. It was weird at first. She would see him stressed or in a bad mood. He would see her tired and sad. Even then, they chose to be together, they chose each other everyday, and he would keep choosing her until the day he died.

"You have no idea how much I love you," he said into her hair and she smiled against his chest. "Even after all these years, I still can't believe I get to call you mine," he said. "I can't believe I get to hold you, kiss you, make love to you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, grow older together. Because my love, my heart beats for you."

She looked up at him with a smile that made his heart swell. He took a deep breath.

As he was kneeling down he heard her let out a little gasp, reaching the floor he pulled out the box out of his pocket and opened it on front of her

"You make my day by only existing. You make me a better person. And it would mean the world to me if you could give me the chance to make you feel as loved as you make me feel. Y/n, my sunshine, will you marry me?"

She let out a tiny sob and kneeled down in front of him, took the box out of his hand to leave it on the floor and she launched herself at him. Sirius let out a gasp of surprise as he wrapped his arms around his lover's waist.

"Yes." She sighed into his neck.

Today...

Sirius smiled at the memory and looked James in the eyes.

"Yeah," he breathed out. "I'm getting married."

He got out of the room and walked to the altar to wait for everyone to get comfortable. When the music started to play he held his breath but couldn't help that his eyes were watering at the sight of Y/n's beautiful form walking in his direction. She smiled brightly at him and sped up a little, thing that made him let out a soft laugh.

When she was in front of him he felt like his breath was taken away from him. He had never seen her more beautiful, her eyes wide with excitement looked at his and mouthed 'You look hot'. He scoffed lightly but there was a smile on his face.

After saying their vowels he couldn't even hear the words he was being spoken to, the only thought on his mind was I do, I do, I do.

"...take her as your wife?"

He looked at her and knew this was the face he wanted to wake up to every morning for the rest of his life.

"I do."

After she said it to, he grabbed her face with both of his hands and whispered against her gorgeous lips. "I love you so much."

She closed the distance between them and their lips connected. They kissed like they'd never kiss before. It was loving and sweet and full of promises neither of them would break.

[marvelyhp]

Still you | chapter II

Chapter II: The comeback

Synopsis: Y/n decides to help the Avengers despite their betrayal two years prior and her life makes a big shift once again.

Pairing: Y/n x Bucky Barnes and some Y/n x Sam Wilson

Word count: 5,997

warnings: cussing, some fluff

note: I know I took so long but I had writer's block. then, I got covid and I felt too awful to write. But I'm okay now so this is what I could come up with. Not my greatest stuff. the tag list is open :)

Side note: I would really appreciate hearing from you and your thoughts!

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We managed to lower two floors without raising suspicion or making too much noise. At least, James and I were pretty silent, whispering if needed. But of course, Stark always had to open his damn mouth. He had been talking all the way —pretty loudly too— and he just did it again.

“Where’s the grandpa with the bad luck of having you as a tenant?” The man didn’t know the meaning of whispering. Or maybe he did. He just wanted to make my life more complex than it was. I looked frantically behind me, praying he had not seen me sneaking out. At the sight of no one, a breath of relief exploded out of me. But it didn’t last long, irritation quickly dampening my already poor mood.

“Shut the hell up!” I hissed. My patience with the insufferable man wearing thin.

“Oh, relax. If he sees us, we’ll knock him out and blame you.” He mocked, a chuckle erupting throughout the hall and following the stairlike a draft of wind. My blood started to boil inside my veins and I felt the heat spread from head to toes. I was afraid to be reaching my tipping point already because this was nothing. Two years out of practice left me hypersensitive to his shit. I wondered how long I would be able to stand the insufferable mortal and regret hit me like a ton of bricks.

“He is a good man, Stark. We will not knock him out.” I whispered as I pressed myself against the wall. Twisting my head around the corner at the end of the hall, I sneaked a glance at the stairs and the visible space from the top. “Watch your step here. His room is right underneath the stairs. We don’t want to wake him up.

I walked forward, pressing my foot in the first step, praying the creak of the old wood would keep quiet today as it did some nights. At least that’s what I hoped but it wasn’t what happened. A groan broke the silence in the room and I knew that if he was awake, he definitely heard it. I waited a couple of seconds, alert to any noise. When nothing came, I advanced four more steps. I focused on the one shadow dancing in the wall and relief swept through me. He wasn’t awake.

I turned, thinking the guys were still up. However, I let out a gasp when Bucky’s face came into view, mere inches away from mine. Thanks to the startle, the foot I had dangerously close to the edge slipped.

My heart stopped as I thought about the fall and the inevitable bone-crushing pain that would come after it. The stairs were pretty high and even though they were wood, it was quite sharp. Splinters roamed everywhere. I waited for the pain and the strenuous sound. It was phenomenal, the first time I saw the team in two years and I would meet them in a body bag with a broken neck.

However, it never came.

When I opened my eyes, blue electric eyes stared back at me. Our faces were inches away from each other. A hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me flush against him to hold me from falling. I was hyper-aware of our breaths clashing against each other, making the most sinful of sounds. Our lips were separated by a small space, too close for my brain to catch up quickly. I noticed how his lips roamed my face, stopping at my lips slightly parted by the surprise. His eyes held a fervent fire and my breath quickened once I felt the inevitable rush of warmth roaring my body.

Coughing slightly, I took a step backward, stepping out of his grasp. I forgot all about the landlord as I scolded myself. The man looked at me and there I was getting flushed like a raging hormonal teenager. I looked at everything but Bucky’s face, why I knew still had his eyes on me except now his jaw was firmly set. I wanted to ask him what was going on inside his head but a hovering shadow at the top of the stairs captured my attention.

“What are you still doing up there?'' The man looked utterly confused standing at the top of the stairs surrounded by darkness. I wondered if it had to do with what he just witnessed.

“You care about that grandpa, don’t you?” His expression was one of disbelief. His body wasn’t moving as if in shock or trying to process the information he thought was correct. And it was, but he didn’t have to know.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, unaffected.

“Of course you do. You care about the landlord.”

I whirled around as fast as I could with the incident earlier present in my head as a gruff voice filled the room. A short, stubby old man stood at the foot of the stair dressed in a white t-shirt and some basketball shorts. The ends of his hair stood up as if held by a string and maneuvered by a child. His narrowed black eyes stared back at us. His lips pressed in a thin line.

“Of course, she does, kid. Why shouldn't she?” He crossed his arms in front of his chest. I followed the movement of the milk dancing in the glass on his right hand. I felt proud of the English I had taught him and how-- as much as I didn't want this to happen-- useful it would be. I looked back at Stark to find him gaping like a fish. Little croaks came from his throat but no coherent words came from him. It was the first time I had seen Stark speechless. “I’m an incredible landlord if I say so myself.”

He was.

I cursed inwardly. There were things I didn't want everyone to know. To a certain extent, I wasn’t ready for the team, for Stark, to find out that I wasn’t the monster he expected me to be. I wasn’t ready for him to look at me differently. Andrei had the power to change our whole dynamic.

It wasn’t that Andrei and I shared anything about life. Or at least I didn’t. Andrei liked to talk, to share his life with me, and try to make me talk. He said I was too reserved. I remember that day like it was yesterday.

It had been a warm evening. I could see the sun filtering through the windows. Shining onto the top of the show top and illuminating the cottage-like bakery. The dough in my hands stuck to my skin, lumps of a uniformed cream mass suffocating the fingers. The powdered white dust sat beside me and I felt irritated. I hadn’t thought about pouring it on the mixture before I touched it. ‘I was out of my element here’ I thought as I reached for the flour.

Andrei’s baker had abruptly called five minutes before work notifying him he couldn’t work his shift. His grandmother had fallen down the stairs and fractured her hip, hence his lack of concern for Andrei. He was the only living relative she had so it fell upon him to look after her. One missed shift would turn into dozens. The bakery was small and hidden in a remote part of Romania. The clientèle was not much besides those living in the small town from years ago, or even since they were born.

Everyone in town knew each other. When I arrived I had my doubts about staying in this place because of that same reason. I would be the talk for weeks and I couldn’t risk so many people questioning my presence. Except, I was lucky.

One evening, I sat in a small and dark corner of a bar near the outskirts of the town where it was most probable to see an outsider. Two men sat a couple of feet away from me, talking fairly loudly. Out of boredom and desire to know the people I might have been seeing every day, I heard and studied their moments. Taking notes about their behaviors and storing them far into the file I had on humanity. Their voices were cheery as they ate pastries that I was sure to not be from the small bar.

“This is so good! I can’t believe I haven't tasted a pastry this good since I left,” he moaned loudly in reaction to the puff on his hand. The crumbly dessert spilling powdered sugar all over his dark gray pants. “Andrei hasn’t lost his touch.”

“Who is this Andrei you talk so highly of?” The older male asked the seemingly young partner. The man wore an expensive suit, not one that could be found here and from what I gathered from their conversation, he had not grown up here. But his friend did. What he said next grabbed my attention the most.

“His bakery is pretty hidden in the town. Someone that didn’t know the road would not find him. He used to be a criminal, on the run and all that. But since he got out of prison he became a baker. the man sure has a gift. I don’t even know why he went to jail, because the man is a sweetheart. I think he was just dealt a bad hand.” The man kept munching on his pastry as he talked. The vowels all merging to create a soundless blob. I swore he said more but that was all I could understand and by the face of his friend, he understood less.

“It’s such a small town. Why was it never known?”

“I don’t know. Rumor has it that he was born here but left, something to do with his family. He came back years later, on the run from some people. People we assumed to be the police. Of course, the police followed his trail and eventually found him here. Two years later. He hid pretty well if, you asked me. He treats people with respect but he never talks about himself. He has always been reserved when it comes to his life, only telling small details that lead to nothing. You know, not enough to form a life picture…”

Before he finished talking, I was out of my seat, walking towards the pair. I plastered an innocent look on my face, one I had studied and perfected many times since coming to earth. I relaxed my posture, knowing I had been tense and tucked since I entered this town. I still can’t believe I was social before. Nobody would believe that if I told them now.

“Hey, those pastries look marvelous!” I said in a cheery voice when I reached the pair. Both of their heads whipped towards my direction, curiosity written in their faces. I could hear the questions in their head about me and where I came from and what I looked for in town. Typical gossiping mortals. I wanted to cut the tie between our heads, feeling bad about corrupting the men’s thoughts. But I couldn’t, not until I had what I wanted. “Do you know where could I find them?”

“Sure thing. What’s your name, sweet thing?” Sweet thing, that’s funny. If he had been into the American news he would not say that.

“Calypso. Do you know where the place is? Can you explain it to me?” I said, trying to hide the hurry in my voice. His thoughts were front seat in my mind, not wanting to miss a thing.

“So eager.” He chuckled. Instead of the route, I was expecting, he thought about my naked form and countless sexual images began replaying. I resisted the urge to impale his backside, taking a deep breath and counting to ten. I played his game. I battered my eyelashes and looked at him from hooded eyes. I bit my lip gently and walked closer. Sneaking a glance at his friend, I noticed he was no longer looking at us. He seemed uncomfortable and had turned to his coffee and pastries. I wish I had a coffee to turn to.

“Maybe you could take me there. If you remember the way, of course.” He smirked and grabbed the jacket slung over the wooden chair he sat on. His friend looked at us, startled as if he wasn’t expecting my response. However, the joy of his friend would be short-lived. Images of the way to the small bakery filled my head and I smirked. Before he could take my hand to guide me to his car I asked for the restroom.

As soon as I came in, my eyes searched for some window I could use to leave unnoticed. And I found it in the corner of the bathroom beside one of the huge black and white mirrors. I locked the door and hurried to open the window, sliding through the door. The darkness of the night didn’t face me but my alert was high. Everybody could hide in the dark. My heart rocked against my chest as I saw the same guy from early waiting beside his car. I hurried along the alleyway, pulling my hood up and hiding my hair, disappearing into the dark.

“Calypso, boy for you.” I was brought from my memories by the rough voice of Andrei. Whoever didn’t spend much time with him would think he was mad all the time thanks to his voice and forever furrowed white bushy eyebrows. I matched the furrowing of his eyebrows when he mentioned a boy. I had been careful enough to not get attached or get anyone attached to myself so the mention of another human being besides Andrei spooked me.

Suddenly, the thought of agents looking for me or the usual threats I had filled me with panic. I heard the thunderous beat of my heart. The tremble of my hands disrupted the beautiful form of the pastry in my hands. quickly cleaning and taking away the apron full of white dust, I walked to the front of the door.

A dark-haired man in his early twenties stood next to the door with a blue box in his hands. A white shimmering ribbon adorned the delicate box, wrapping silkily around it to form a well-done bow. The chiseled bone structure of his profile caught my breath as he looked to the small, underpopulated plaza in the corner of the rondure. The curvature of his roman nose and the thin shape of his lips sticking in his profile.

I saw him regularly at the small bakery. His usual was a Papanaşia with a black strong coffee. He left three dollars on the tip jar three times a week and I noticed if he was overly happy, he would leave a fiver regardless of the day or how many days he had tipped. I had seen him mad twice in the store. Seemingly, he was one of those guys that harbored every trouble inside in a chaotic turmoil. I knew because I had invaded his mind one of those times. Curiosity had gotten the best of me, knowing he was always the type of guy that carried the sun on his shoulder. Every time he caught my attention, I tried to remind myself that he could’ve been an agent sent by Hydra to kill me or worse, kidnap me.

“Hello. What can I help you with?” I said, confidence laced in my voice. The confidence I did not expect to have. His head whipped towards me. A smile broke on his face at the sight of me. I saw the fidgeting of the box in his hands and the sudden bobbing of his knee. He didn’t appear to be harboring any secrets, or at least not deadly ones.

“Hey. I know this will probably look very weird to you but I’ve been watch- I mean not watching but I just- I,” His stammering caused a giggle to leave my lips involuntarily. My hand immediately flew to my lips, hiding the smile corrupting my face. He lowered his face but not before giving me one of those smiles that could light up a world. God, I felt sappy. He looked at me once again. “I don’t know how to do this. I definitely didn’t think it through.” He chuckled. One of his hands came up to brush his face while shaking it, side to side. I could tell he was nervous, maybe more that I initially had been.

Seeing him stammer was the cutest thing I had seen since the little green and purple flowers that grew back home and surrounded our palace. So, I decided to help him a bit. “You could start with your name,” I said, trying to not smile too much. Agent, agent, agent…

“God, you probably should’ve done that first. Nice one.” He said, more to himself than for me to hear it. “I’m Razvan. It's lovely to finally meet you.” I shook his hand. It was rough yet soft with elongated fingers caressing my own small and thin one.

“Calypso.”

“What I meant to say, you know, before I shot myself in the foot was that you caught my eye since I first saw you. Now, I swear I'm not stalking you because it could be easy to think after the horrible introduction I just did. But, yeah, I would like to get to know you, if that’s okay with you.”

I did think about it. I swear I did. I thought about how he could be linked to Hydra and if you searched on the deepest paranoid corner, the Avengers. I thought he could’ve been just a random murderer whose floor I had shaken. My voice of reason said no. and with the saddest feeling settling my stomach, I told him what I thought. Or tried to.

“I’m sorry, I-I can’t. You seem like the loveliest person b-but I…” For some reason, I couldn’t just say no. “Can I think about this?” That was the only thing that came out of my mouth while I tried to get the words ‘go away and ‘don’t speak to me’ out of my mouth. His smile faded a bit, but even then he tried to keep his positivity and bright personality on. I could feel the waves of disappointment once I started speaking but hope soon came flooding back.

“Sure. I'm a complete stranger coming here every day just to see you. I can see how that’s alarming. take your time.” He shook his head as if realizing what he had just said. He chuckled and I tried to give him a small smile. Before I could turn away and leave, I felt him touch my elbow. I jumped back.

His brows furrowed quickly. “Forgive me. This is for you. And please accept it.” I thought about refusing but this would only prolong this meeting, pushing me to accept a company I wasn't ready for. I took the small box, my hand already trying to open the shimmering blue box. “No, please. Open it later, more calmly and everything and you can tell me whenever you’re ready if you like it.” I gave him a smile, which he returned brightly before diving back inside the back of the store.

Once inside, I undid the delicate ribbon, watching it dissolve like seafoam by the lovely blue water. The glistening gold chain with a tiny, colorful Koi fish rested in the center of the box. My heart swelled and I felt a way I hadn’t felt since Bucky. He remembered what I had told him that first, and the only time we had talked before today.

The voice of Andrei brought me out of my stupor with a jump. A hand traveled to grasp my heart while the other held the box tightly.

“Razvan is nice guy.” His voice was gruff and deep like it had been since I had met him. He walked behind me and grabbed a pack of flour to dump beside me. I looked towards the other and realized I was running out of it.

“Do you know him?”

“Yes. Comes every day for two years. Great boy.”

When I didn’t say anything, he stopped cutting open the pack of flour and turned to look at me. “You too reserved. Not want to end like Andrei alone. Give guy chance.” That was all he said before he left. A tall wrinkly woman with short red hair calling out for him.

The last thing I thought that day after he left drove me to the same road he had set me on. I didn’t want to end alone or die alone for that matter. But what was I to do if everyone thought I was a selfish monster who just wanted to kill and bring chaos? The only person who didn’t feel that particular way was the same man I was leaving without saying goodbye.

Stark seemed to have gathered his words together because he suddenly began spewing some shit on Andrei. shit, he didn’t like it.

“The girl is no selfish girl. Only a fool like yourself would think so. Only a blind man would propose such a thing.” His brows were furrowed but Otherwise, he was calmly standing at the bottom of the stairs sipping his milk. He seemed like he would continue but I made sure to stop him

“Andrei, no.”

“I see. She holds you hostage and controls you, doesn’t she?” Stark countered, a smirk settling in his features. I pinched my nose, sighing loudly.

“You have to leave with this buffoon?” I walked down to his side, muttering an annoyed yes. “I’m sadder for you than him.” A chuckle escaped him as he hugged my shoulders with one arm. I tried to push him away but found no will to do so. I would miss Andrei. He felt like the father I never had. Worry settled in my stomach knowing I had been here and I would no longer be if anything happened to him. I hugged him back, despite my better judgment and the four pairs of eyes staring back at me.

“Don’t forget about me, violet. Nor dear Razvan.’ He told me after letting me go. I nodded before calling back to my two companions. Stark came down, slowly walked to the front door. Bucky at his heels. They both turned. Bucky’s face had some sort of emotion I couldn't decipher. I thought I could, but I doubt he would feel happy about finding someone genuine to spend my days with.

Stark, on the other hand, looked at Andrei as if he had grown an extra head.

“I’m confused. Aren’t you supposed to be dying at her touch or something? Are you sure she didn’t threaten you to act this way?” The funny thing was, he sounded genuinely confused. The skepticism in his voice hurt my feelings but the mere fact it was stark made me forget quickly. He was an insensitive prick with a personal vendetta.

“Take this fool away before I turn him into a human pastry,” Andrei commented. I walked towards them, chuckling. “Ai grijă, violet aprins.” Take care, fiery violet. The elder said before we shut the door behind us. my heart swelled at his words. I knew I would long for those quiet evenings where it would rain and we would sit down in the living room with a book, quietly enjoying our presence. We laughed and made new and invented pastries in the kitchen for days, always looking for new and innovative flavors. I would miss the man that had treated me like his daughter.

“Take care, Pop.” I whispered to myself. Not thinking a long-haired blue-eyed soldier would hear.

And just like that, we disappeared quietly into the night and I said goodbye to one of the most important people in my life.

James let me know they came in the Quinjet, that enormous thing I had refused to sit on two years ago. the walk was not far from where we were and we found it in a while.

The Quinjet was hidden behind one of the buildings next to the bakery. the gigantic thing sleeping while we arrived to climb up. clint stood outside, his arms crossed. that man always looked like he was in a power pose.

“Romania? What is it with chased people and Romania?” Confusion and genuine interest were written all over his face.

Barton had always been a friend before I knew the truth. Nat told me she had told him in a drunken stupor. he tried to talk to her about telling me but she didn’t listen. I didn’t hold it against him because I knew he wasn’t actively participating but he didn’t do anything either.

I shrugged. “It’s a good hiding place. too many criminals organizations for you to matter. nobody cares who the hell you are as long as you keep quiet.”

“Good shadow place.” Bucky added as he tried to help me get in the Quinjet. I ignored his hand, focusing on Clint’s face.

“Exactly.” My response was clipped. if he was fishing for a normal conversation he was in for a treat.

After a while, we took off. My legs became restless as I sat in front of Stark and Bucky while Clint piloted the flying thing. boredom pushed me to get up from my seat and walk towards the front of the Quinjet. that, and Straks glare along with the awkwardness of Bucky’s movements.

Clint’s focused face came into view as I sat beside him. silence engulfed the both of us before he broke the silence with some words I didn’t expect.

“We missed you.” it was a quiet remark but full of shocking force. I just sat there, wide-eyed looking towards the already clearing sky. I looked towards him and forced myself to respond. a scoff came out of me, causing Clint to look rapidly towards me.

“You have no reason to believe me, but it’s the truth. Nat was pretty shaken up when you left. we looked for you everywhere and decided you didn’t want to be found. that you needed some time. it took you longer than we thought.”

“You didn’t find me because you didn’t look. You don’t have to lie to me, Barton.” I said, masking the hurt I felt with anger. why keep lying to me? I knew they didn’t care sop they didn’t need to act as they did.

“What? we did loo-” He never finished his sentence since Stark’s voice boomed around the small space. he came to let us know where would land soon as if we didn’t know already. Clint was the pilot, it was impossible for us to not know. suspicion arose in my chest but I soon forgot it when I saw the massive compound below us.

✹✹✹ I would be lying if I said my stomach wasn’t fluttering and my hands trembled slightly. I subtly rubbed my hands in my jeans, hoping to get some moisture away. But, there was something else bothering me. It had been there for a little while. The emptiness in my chest divided in two, as though… I don’t even know. The doors slid with a swift sound and my heart rate hit new floors.

I tried to avoid showing any emotion I felt. Seeing them surrounding the long table, all in their daily clothing made it hard to remember. I couldn’t show the happiness of seeing them all right after two years. Nor could I show the excitement deep in my bones seeing Wanda’s face. I couldn’t forget the damage (situation) those high-held beings made to my heart.

I looked at them with a mask of indifference firmly placed.

Wanda was the first to step forwards, as I knew she would. I didn’t expect her to but a part of me screamed how she had been the only real friend through the year I spent in this cage. I resisted the urge to hug her, touch her, and receive the reassurance I so deeply wanted.

“I thought- we thought you were dead.” The revelation shocked me. It felt as though they couldn’t believe I was alive. But I was. The question was… why did they think so?

“Nop. Still kicking.” I replied.

“Unfortunately.” I heard Stark mutter under his breath. I rolled my eyes and resisted the urge to kick him. I could make him feel a true kick in his brain. And his ass, too.

“Y/n!” A high-pitched voice came from the corner next to me. The smiley face of Pepper Potts came rushing towards me, engulfing me in a hug. My nerve endings shot and I prayed my instinctive responses wouldn’t go through. Fortunately for me, they didn’t. Before I could even think to hold her back—which I wouldn’t have done anyway— she stepped back. Smile intact and a gleam in her eyes capable of illuminating the whole room.

“Jesus. You’ve changed so much!” Her hands settled on my shoulder, holding softly and slightly shaking my shocked frame. “I missed you.” Her vice took a sweet edge and her head lolled to the side. Her eyes scrutinized me with the look of a mother who had just seen her child after a hard year abroad. I resisted the urge to shift uncomfortably out of her grasp. I wasn’t used to this.

“Honey, leave the feral alien alone.” Tony’s voice reached my ears. “We have important matters to discuss.”

“God, Tony. Give us a break. We haven’t seen the kid in two years.” Natasha’s ______ filled the room as I saw her taking steps towards me. I noticed there were no relaxed steps but tense and wary. Her eyes held a sort of apology mixed with caution.

I just stared. Deep inside I didn’t know how to react to someone I hadn’t seen in a long time, someone who betrayed me gets closer. Her body language told me she was sorry but still cautious of my reaction but I didn’t know if I should forgive her. Her right hand stretched towards my frame. I shifted uncomfortably in place, moving slightly away from her.

I saw her eyes roam my body, noticing the discomfort. She came to a halt three feet away from me. Her lips were pursed as she let her head drop for a second. She recovered quickly, extending her same hand towards me, this time to shake my hand.

“It’s good to have you back, Y/n.”

I took her hand in mine, shaking firmly. I nodded my head towards her. My lips pursed. The movement of Wanda’s body caught my eye. She stepped closer to me, her hands nervously trembling beside her big, red jumper.

“Can I hug you?” Hearing those words coming out of her froze the ongoing flow of blood through my veins. I was shocked, to say the least. I bet I looked like a gaping fish as an incomprehensible string of detached words escaped my lips. Everyone else seemed as surprised as I was. For completely different reasons I would bet. As Stark had said, they thought I was a free being.

She waited patiently, probably aware of the shock and ongoing battle I had inside me. She was the only one aware of my thoughts about showing anything besides contempt. And she knew why. But I sent it all to hell and for once, I did what I wanted to do. I nodded.

Her smile was worth enough as she moved quickly towards me, as though worried I would change my opinion. Her thin arms wrapped around my neck, my lack of height apparent as my 5’1 ass reached her shoulders. I resisted the urge to cry as I wrapped my arms around her back, relishing in a familiar face that didn’t hate my only existence.

“I missed you.” It was a whisper, only for me to hear. A small smile escaped my lips as hope blossomed in my chest. Hope that maybe I wasn’t a lost cause. Hope that maybe someday I could have a family.

“I did too, Red.” I murmured back. Careful to not raise my voice as I didn’t want anyone to know anything. I felt oddly vulnerable to be hugging someone let alone hugging someone in front of seven people. I noticed Vision staring and I gave him a subtle nod, a small smile creeping upon my lips. He nodded back with that usual blank expression not in compass with the feelings he harbored. After some time, I let her go before Stark had another remark to make.

I noticed Steve leaning against a far-away table, maybe ten feet away from where I was. His head lowered, eyes on the ground. His arms surrounded his build, hugging himself with a heavy frown on his face. He didn’t want to look towards me and I thought I knew why. He was ashamed of what he did. He was guilty anyway you looked at it. He was guided by Bucky to do everything. He followed the man despite knowing it was wrong. Not because your friend tells you to throw yourself out the window means you’ll do it. He knew full well what was wrong and right. He knew Barnes' proposal was as low as a man could get.

If he didn’t apologize and acknowledge what he did, he was dead to me. I mean, he had tried to apologize that day, but I was devastated and no words came through my anger.

There were a few handshakes and subtle nods here and there before I noticed a presence missing. I looked around for the usual big man with an overinflated sense of heroism but didn’t find him. He was big enough for anyone to spot him. I felt a pang in my chest and a tingle at the back of my head and I knew something was wrong. The air shifted and my hands started trembling slightly.

“Where’s my brother?” I asked, my voice slightly shaky. I tried to compose myself, knowing he had to be alright or I would’ve felt something.

“We don’t know. We couldn’t get a hold of him.” Natasha replied. I noticed the subtle worry etched in her face lines.

Suddenly, I understood that emptiness inside me. That swirling emotion unlatched to an earthy body. One of the connectors inside of me, besides bucky’s, was empty. It didn’t have any energy to connect to.

No.

No.

No.

I didn’t realize I began hyperventilating while the word repeated itself over and over in my head. My chest rose and fell quickly while the air got caught in my throat. My hand shot out to grasp anything in reach I could hold myself up with.

“Y/n?! What’s wrong?” Wanda was the first to step forward and grab my elbow. Her soft touch didn't completely register in my sensory sense. The only thing in my mind was the heavy colorless fog swirling around in my insides.

The worst part was, I didn’t know which of my brothers it belonged to. I thought about them and how long it had been since I had seen them. Since I had been with them.

“Can you all excuse me?” I pulled myself together and without waiting for a response, I hurried across the room. I thought about the me that they just saw but somewhere deep down, I didn’t care.

I hurried, passing Steve's body. This time, he looked intently at me. I didn’t expect him to stand up and grab my shoulders. By this point, my vision was blurry and I tried hard to reconnect with the missing life essence.

“Y/n, I-”

“Can we do this later, Rogers?” I spat, cutting him off before getting my elbow out of his grasp. I left, shuddering and feeling a wave of anger rising in my chest.

What a good way to make a comeback.

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Cherry

Pairing: Lily Evans x Reader

Word Count: 2.4k 

Warnings: Angsty but nothing more

Requested: No. It is a song fic for Cherry by Harry Styles. I would also like to say the music notes headers are to show the instrumental portions of the song which I believe add to the fic. 

Summary: In which, you struggle to move on from you and Lily’s past relationship. 

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The cool air bit at your neck under the willow tree that day. 

Leaves fell majestically by your side as you faced the cold, a scarf around your shoulders, mittens covering your palms and boots on your feet. 

But although your body was protected from the bitter chill of November, nothing could save you from the frigid emptiness inside your mind. 

It seemed Lily Evans had made a large indentation in your life. 

For worse or for better. 

Don’t you call him “baby” 

We’re not talking lately

Don’t you call him what you used to call me

James Potter. 

Oh, how you had hated him. 

You remembered his pestering presence. Each and every Hogsmeade trip you and Lily had spent together was always greeted with glasses and a smirk you had grown to hate but Lily would grow to love. 

At first you had been angry. There was no doubt in anyone’s mind that James Potter fancied Lily Evans. He didn’t try to hide it, in fact he was proud to be rejected by her. But months later, when Lily had moved on, you realized you couldn’t blame him. No one had known of those secret moments shared between you and Lily Evans. No one knew of the stolen kisses in hidden corridors, the late night rendezvous in the kitchen or the hands that were intertwined under the table. James Potter hadn’t known that those days he spent pestering were more than just an outing with a friend. 

You couldn’t stay mad at him. 

It wouldn’t have been fair. 

But you were angry and that had been the problem. You couldn’t be mad at James for his ignorance. There were days you desperately wished you could be mad at Lily Evans. She had always insisted on keeping your relationship a secret. Few people knew of the love shared between the two of you. Only Lily’s trusted friends. She had insisted yours would tell someone in the end. 

Begrudgingly, you had agreed to her words. Most of your relationship was spent in secret or in the confidence of Mary, Marlene, and Dorcas, who you soon grow to love dearly. You knew now that Lily hadn’t been fair. But yet, you couldn’t find the power to be angry with her. 

So you stayed angry at yourself. 

A month had gone by since you had ended things and the few glimpses you saw of Lily she was linked hand in hand with James. You watched as he pressed kisses to her cheeks in front of the world, tucking her cherry red hair behind her ear. They always sat tucked away in the corner, surrounded by ever growing flowers. No matter how far away from them you were you could always hear her whispers to him. That magical word that used to belong to you and only you. 

“Baby” she would say, her lips forming the vowels perfectly. 

And each time the word was said James Potter would smile and you would only look away, your mind lingering back to those moments when she had called you hers. 

I… I confess

I can tell that you are at your best

I’m selfish so I’m hating it 

Walking down the sun lit halls had become bittersweet. 

For there she was, walking side by side with James Potter, a large smile on her face. You hadn’t seen that smile in a long time. In the beginning it had always been there. Her smile was beautiful, a perfect compliment to that cherry red hair that you loved so deeply.  You had loved that you were the person who got to see it the most. 

But now James saw it every hour of every day as you had once before. Maybe he thought about it each night as he went to sleep as you had done and continued to do each night. Lily’s smile had left you a long time ago and now it seemed to have returned. 

And although her smile produced a warm feeling in the pit of your chest, your mind wallowed in a bitter cold due to the fact that she was smiling without you. Her figure disappeared from view and that selfish pit turned into a bitter hatred towards yourself. 

You were happy for Lily. 

At least you were trying to be. 

I notice that

There’s a piece of you in how I dress

Take it as a compliment 

Lily had buried herself deeper than you had thought. 

It became clear to you when you had shuffled through your collection of clothes. Your typical outfit consisted of frayed jeans and a cardigan; a basic look. Today you were going to Hogsmeade and although you were going with a friend you decided to get dressed up for the occasion. 

That was when you had noticed the floral pattern that had once littered your floor. 

Lily had loved sundresses. You remembered shopping hours looking for the perfect one. “It has to match my hair and eyes.” she would say. Each time you would roll your eyes but in reality she had always looked gorgeous in every one she tried on. She had soon pestered you into buying one. 

“Come on, Y/N/N. You’ll look amazing in the flower one.” 

So you had tried it on and the pattern had grown on you. It didn’t help that her face always lit up when you wore it. Now she was gone and you could only stare at the blue flower petals that blossomed on the contrasting white of the fabric. Time was ticking and you wouldn’t let thoughts of her spoil your day. 

You slipped on the dress quickly. 

You couldn’t deny she had amazing taste. 

Don’t you call him “baby” 

We’re not talking lately 

Don’t you call him what you used to call me 

Her actions hurt. 

Ignoring you, that was. 

Very few people questioned the drifting friendship between you two. Before you would walk together, side by side, hips bumping each other softly. Now, you walked opposite ends of the corridor, those emerald green eyes never meeting yours. 

In a way it was a blessing. The lack of words between you and her. You knew deep down that if you had to look into those eyes again or watch the freckles on her face dance that your chilled exterior would soon fall apart. You’d remember those nights spent in the greenhouses watching as the magical lunar flowers budded in the streaks of moonlight. You’d recall the music you once danced to in your home over the summer as the sun set in the English countryside. 

Emerald green eyes and cherry red hair would lead you to remember every kiss and every study date. Days spent in grassy fields on sunny days or stormy nights cuddled by the fire. You were even reminded of the smallest things like the exchanging of books, a tap to the nose and long conversations that were lost in the void of the night. Memories would flood your mind and you would soon drown in their depth. 

For once, you were thankful to be ignored. 

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Lily had been your only friend. 

That was a slight exaggeration but it felt that way. You talked to other people and they were kind. But none of them had the connection you and Lily had once shared. Without her by your side it was as if you were travelling with only half a heart. Half a soul. Lily had acted as your compass and without her you lost all sense of direction. 

So you watched her from the window. 

There she was, laughing loudly alongside Potter and his friends. Their feet left prints on the shore of the lake. They splashed at her, an act that a younger Lily would have scolded them for. But she looked so happy, a smile shining bright for her beloved Potter. Your hand rested on your chin and a sad smile made its way to your face. 

Their laughs echoed in the blank slate of your mind. 

I... I just miss 

I just miss your accent and your friends 

Did you know I still talk to them? 

Today was one of the rare moments you felt completely at peace. 

Marlene, Mary, and Dorcas walked at your sides, small smiles on their lips. You hadn’t seen them in a while as they had always been closer to Lily and you knew they preferred her company. But even after you and Lily had fallen off they had acted as your friends. 

After walking down the cobblestone streets of Hogsmeade you finally asked the question that hung at the tip of your tongue. “How is she?” 

All their eyes averted to the ground. Marlene was the first one to speak up, nervously playing with the ends of her blonde hair, “Good.” she said simply, “She seems to be doing good.” 

Her words were confirmed by a nod from Mary and a sigh from Dorcas. You nodded in return, pushing your hands into your pockets, “Is she happy?” 

Marlene smiled sadly, “Yeah.” she replied, “Very.” 

“Good.” was the only answer you supplied. 

You could feel the peaceful day you had envisioned falling apart. Mentions of Lily sent your mind into a spiraling void of emotion in which you had hoped to avoid but instead you had wrestled the tiger head on. Unfortunately, the tiger had won. 

And now she was coming back to gloat. 

“Marls!”

You froze as did the three other girls. Her voice rang in your ears. You hadn’t heard it in a long time. At least not this clear. You could hear the sweet tone of her voice that no one else in the world seemed to hold. Each syllable, as melodious as a birds song. Mary’s eyes fell on you, watching as you shrunk away from the scene. 

Her voice was the last sound you heard as you walked away from the pain she embodied so deeply. 

Does he take you walking ‘round his parents’ gallery? 

Compared to James Potter you didn’t have much to offer. 

The Potters were a well-known family. Rich but humble. Pure but not prejudice. They were the picture perfect wizarding family with their abundance of talent and Quidditch skills being passed to their son; a bright boy with a knack for causing trouble. 

You weren’t anything special. A single mother who worked around the clock to keep you supported. An absent father who had left when you were a child. Your life wasn’t tragic but it was far from perfect. You could never offer Lily the world in her hands. Each gift came with a price; an extra hour of work for your mother, a summer job for you to work. 

Lily had always understood and she hadn’t asked for more than you could offer. She had appreciated the small things you would give her with a smile and a kiss. It was one of your favorite things about her. She had the unique ability to understand and be content whilst you felt pent up with your lack of wealth and inability to supply her with wonders. 

Surprisingly, whenever you passed her in the halls and saw the necklace Potter had bought her around her neck, you felt happy. Although anger always lingered in your heart, you were glad someone was able to give her what she deserved. 

It wasn’t you and you were slowly learning to accept that. 

Don’t you call him “baby”

We’re not talking lately

Don’t you call him what you used to call me 

Your final year at Hogwarts passed by in a blur. You watched Lily Evans slowly fall in love with the boy who had always wanted her. She smiled all the time now, her eyes never wandered towards yours and as much as it pained you that they didn’t, you hoped she had found peace. 

Don’t you call him “baby” 

We’re not talking lately 

Don’t you call him what you used to call me 

As for you, peace seemed to be out of question. 

Peace was watching her be happy with someone who wasn’t you. It was watching her relationship from afar and catching moments where the two of you had gone wrong but James had gotten it right. Even without her by your side, Lily Evans played a major role in your life. Your eyes always wandered into her life where you weren’t wanted anymore. 

You watched her take James to the end of year ball. His friends became her friends and she quickly took after them slightly. She owned a leather jacket and often studied with Remus in her spare time. She baked with Peter and you desperately wished that somewhere… somehow, you fit into the equation. 

But you didn’t. 

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So you watched her graduate top of the year, cherry red hair blazing as she smiled. 

You read of her joining the Order of the Phoenix, Dorcas expressing her worries in the letters she sent. 

You stared emptily at the letter from Dorcas, sending news of James and Lily’s wedding. 

Nothing could move you off the floorboards of your flat. 

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The morning of August 11th was foggy but in the hills of Scotland they were shining on a bride with cherry red hair and her groom. 

You hadn’t been invited to Lily’s wedding and for that you were grateful. You knew that today was the day. Dorcas and you had kept up correspondence and she knew you well enough to know that you were curious of Lily’s affairs. 

That morning you found yourself sitting in front of a box of memories. What stuck out to you was a tape. No label was on it but a small heart. Curiosity tickled your mind and after a minute you stuck the tape into the cassette player. 

First came the static. 

Then her voice. 

“Is it on?” you said, your voice coming through muffled on the speaker, “Yeah.” 

Her voice was muffled as well, but you knew it by heart. Her melodious laugh followed and just from that you could picture her hair, the color of cherries and her eyes sparkling like emeralds. “Well, Y/N… are you going to say something.” 

You froze, concentrating deeply to hear through the static, “I guess I’ll say… I love you Lily Evans!” 

She laughed and it was the realest thing you had heard in months, “You’re so cheesy, Y/N/N.” 

“Well, one day we’ll listen to this and you won’t be saying that.” you reply with a chuckle. 

“Alright. Alright. I guess we’ll say goodbye for now.” she said, her words burning in your mind. 

“Goodbye!” 

“Goodbye!” 

The static returned once more and the weight of the world seemed to fall on your shoulders.

 You finally let out a long-awaited sob.

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Prompt idea: AU meeting Bucky on a flight back to nyc, hitting it off but neither has the guts to ask for #s and regret it, but they run into each other later

pairing: bucky x reader

You’d made it to your terminal with minutes to spare. Your chest is heaving from violently running from one part of LAX to the other, dragging your broken, three-wheeled suitcase lamely behind you. Nevertheless--you make it, passport and boarding pass between your teeth, sweat pooling in the small of your back. You don’t run, you absolutely don’t run, but you make an exception for the two hundred and fifty dollars you’d spent on this flight back to JFK. And the wages you would otherwise miss if you didn’t make it back to New York City tonight.

Relief flooding you, you quickly join the back of the queue heading out onto the plane. You manically check your passport, hoping you’d not managed to drop something on the way over. Because that would just be typical you, wouldn’t it? 

“That is some impeccable timing you’ve got there.”

You look up from your frantic scanning of essential documents and see a man--also travelling alone, by the looks of it, the space between him and the couple in front too wide to be friends or relatives--his grin teasing and light. If you weren’t sweating enough already, the gaze of this man would probably do it. Blue eyes, tired from travel, maybe. Dark hair. Very pretty. Extremely pretty.

You attempt to pull yourself together, throwing him a slightly flustered smile back. The queue moves gradually forwards and you tug your unwieldy suitcase forward, grimacing as it squeaks loudly linoleum. “Let’s say that punctuality is not one of my strong suites.”

The man rubs his eyes in exhaustion. “And let’s say that I’m the exact opposite.”

“You’re one of those people who arrives at departures like seven hours early, huh?”

“Eight.” He smiles, and you notice his hand luggage is a neat little backpack, unlike your ten-year-old faithful monster half-broken at your feet. “Need to leave plenty of time for duty free, you know?”

He’s not holding any paper bags from the expensive cosmetics counters, no cut price bottles of wine, not even any snacks. Not a shopaholic, just anxious. You’re flustered, late, but not unobservant, even of strangers. “I mean, I wouldn’t. As much as the bargain Chanel was calling my name, I did literally just sprint here. I think my sister thinks I’m insane.”

His expression is tongue-in-cheek. “Not just your sister.”

“That’s a brave statement from someone I’ve just met.” You run a hand through your mussed-up hair in an attempt to tame it, not helped by the humid LA heat. Attractive man is talking to you, after all. That doesn’t happen so often. “You always like that?”

“Not always,” he says, but his sentence is cut short as he reaches the front of the queue and hands one of the stewardesses his boarding pass and passport. You jerk your bag off to the side to the second open desk, letting another go through your documents, but by the time you’re finished (as always, the lady seems to scrutinise every pixel in your photograph--your misjudged bangs from three years ago don’t make you look that different, surely) the gentle, teasing man has gone.

-

The air hostess directs you to your seat at the back of the plane and you find you’re in one of the sections to the right, not really looking at the other passengers as you try to find row F. When you eventually find where you’re supposed to remain for the duration of the flight, you blink in surprise.

“Mad girl,” To his credit, the man looks just as surprised at the coincidence as you do, looking away from the phone in his hand. “You sitting here too?”

“Yeah.” You half smile, struggling to stuff your bag in the overhead locker. He clambers out to help but you manage to squeeze it, wedge it in between his backpack and the lady in front’s briefcase. “And for the record, my punctuality aside, I’m not actually insane. Probably more verging along the lines of ridiculously ordinary.”

“I happen to think that ordinary is a myth,” he replies, subtly scanning your figure as you slide into the seat beside him. He has a copy of McEwan’s Atonement on his open tray, dog-eared and yellowed, perhaps borrowed from a friend. “Never met anyone ordinary in my life.”

“You might have to take that back after spending five and a half hours in my company.”

His glance is bemused as he shifts the headphones looped round his neck--you can hear faint conversation, listening to an audiobook or podcast of some sort. “I’m Bucky, by the way. Well. James. But everyone calls me Bucky.”

“(Y/N),” you offer in return, “Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, too.”

-

It’s funny, because not once in the many years you’ve been old and responsible enough to travel alone has anyone engaged in as much conversation with you. For someone clearly so anxious about flying Bucky is open and friendly and funny and you think, maybe this is his coping mechanism. Then again--you can feel something lingering below the surface, something that makes you feel that you’re actually getting on, that you could have met in any place in any town and felt exactly the same. He asks about your family and you ask about his. Apparently he was in LA because his little sister is at film school and crippled by homesickness, so his body in her apartment for a few days made her feel a little less alone, a little less far away. He knows you’re a photographer, spending the last six days taking pictures for a client’s wedding on Venice Beach.

A couple of hours into the flight you begin to scroll through movies on the screens in the back of the seat, discussing the ones you both have or haven’t seen. He likes everything other than films about space--they give him existential horror--and you’re a bit wary around anything scary, so his finger hovers over Paddington 2.

“Surely a film about a well-mannered bear with a British accent can’t cause any problems,” he says, offering one of the headphones he’s plugged in between the seats. He wants you to watch a movie with him. Literally with him. 

Well. You’re not going to say no. You take the ear-bud and pop it in, easing back into your chair, the film entertaining but his bright facial expressions even more so.

-

He tenses as the plane lands, his knuckles white round the arms of his seat. You wonder if it would be cool to splay your hand over his own, squeezing it in an attempt to calm his nerves. But you don’t know him, really. You don’t know him well enough to do that. And you wouldn’t want to make him uncomfortable.

So you lay back, close your eyes, feeling just a bit ridiculous as a vacuum opens in your stomach.

-

You’re tempted to ask him for his number as you make your way to the luggage carousel, walking in step with him. Instead you’re both enveloped in silence. Instead of actually, you know, fucking saying anything, you spend so much time trying to consider the words rather than biting the bullet and just doing it. Your lack of punctuality doesn’t just extend to your inability to make it anywhere until the last minute. 

You often don’t say things until it’s too late, too.

“Have you got anyone waiting for you at arrivals?” he asks, pulling a cap from inside his bag over his head. The airport is packed, as usual, and you keep getting thrown around by tourists in sunhats and rushing businessmen. His hands grip round your shoulders to steady you immediately, towering above you.

You like him. You like him you like him you like him.

“Nope,” you reply, and a curious look passes over his face. The luggage carousel is in view and yours comes by but Bucky reaches out first, placing it down next to you. His doesn’t come long after. “What about you?”

“Nah. We could share a cab, if you want?” You usher out in the main entrance where you can see the black 11pm sky, hazy with the artificial orange from the lights in the city. “I never asked. Which part of the city are you from?”

“Queens.”

“Ah,” he grimaces, “I’m Brooklyn. That’s quite the distance.”

“In opposite directions.” You wonder if you visibly sink, melting between the tiles on the floor. “It’s cool, I was going to get the subway anyway.”

“We could go Queens first, I don’t mind--”

There looks to be hundreds of cabs lined up outside along the entrances, people piling in and out and journeying back into the city. You’re stood opposite each other and he’s looking down at you, face conflicted, but you know it’s stupid for him to share a car with you all the way to Queens only to have to spend even longer to get back to his own place.

Just ask him for his number, you fucking moron. This doesn’t have to be the end.

Your mouth opens, the vowels and the consonants on the edge of your tongue but again. Again your words fail to come, trailing behind you like your dumbass suitcase with its missing wheel. “No, it’s okay. I’ll get the train.”

“I...” Bucky starts, and for a moment you think he’s going to be the one who asks. The one who says he doesn’t want this to be the first and only time you meet. But it’s just your luck you meet someone almost as useless about these things as you are. “I guess I’ll see you?”

“Yeah.” You swallow hard. “See you.”

He looks over you desperately for a second, wondering if he might touch you. A goodbye squeeze of the shoulder, maybe a hug, but instead he rests his arms at his sides and gives you one last sweet smile before heading into a cab. You wait until his cab disappears before you decide to move. You can’t bring yourself to do so until then.

-

As soon as you get back to your apartment you face plant your pillow and scream into the fabric for at least five minutes.

-

The months pass quickly as they always seem to do and while Bucky stays in the back of your mind--mainly because every other man you meet is nowhere near as attractive as him, physically or otherwise--you don’t let it weigh you down. You know the possibility of ever meeting him again are next-to-nothing, and who the fuck spends their time pining after a man they met once on a plane? You’re often quite pathetic, but not that pathetic.

It’s July when you’re contacted to photograph the wedding of Tony Stark and Pepper Potts out in the country, the weather warm and the sky faultless blue. An old, crumbling manor house serves as the perfect backdrop for the big day, the ceremony itself held in the grassy, wildflower-adorned grounds in front of the porch. You follow around the staff as they prepare in a dusty pink summer dress, snapping some photographs of the exterior before the guests arrive for the vows. Eventually, you trail into the kitchen, hoping to get some pictures of the cake before it is cut and distributed out.

It’s then--it’s then you hear a familiar voice, shouting for the head caterer.

“Hey, I was just checking that--” 

He pauses when his eyes settle on you. You almost drop your incredibly expensive camera into a bowl of flan.

“(Y/N)?” James says, mouth swinging open like a door on a loose hinge, “Jesus. I didn’t...”

“I’m the photographer,” you reply, like it isn’t obvious. You’re just surprised. “I’m Tony and Pepper’s photographer.”

He blinks. “I’m a friend of Tony’s. My God. Fate was really smiling on me today, huh?”

You grin is borderline ridiculous. “I think maybe she was.”

-

He writes his number on his reservation card with Natasha Romanoff’s lipstick. The night is in full swing. Everyone is either drunk or dancing. Mostly both.

“Not letting you go this time, mad girl,” he says, his body coming closer and closer to yours until your barely centimetres apart, your breathes hanging heavy. His number is pressed into your palm. “I think I’ve been hitting my head against my bedroom wall every single day since I got into that darn cab. My landlord is going to be suing me for damages.”

You bite your lip, clutching your camera. “And I’m being a really bad photographer right now.”

“Oh, come on, no-one will notice. I know for a fact Tony’s finished almost a whole bottle of Scotch.” His smile is almost shy. “Why can’t I stop thinking about you?”

“No idea.” You shrug, but your eyes remain focused on his. “I think I mentioned there is absolutely nothing remarkable about me, Bucky.”

“And I think I mentioned that I’ve never met anyone who wasn’t remarkable.” His hand finds yours and you let your fingers relax in his grip, curl round them. “Dance?”

You should be taking pictures. You should be doing your job. But there is a handsome man in front of you with a smile that could make the sun rise and put the whole fucking night sky to shame. There is a man in front of you who you watched leave once already. There is a man in front of you who wants to dance, who wrote down his number in Chanel Rouge Allure, who has spent the last six months with you hidden in his dreams and a dent in his wall as a receipt.

You can’t not dance with him.

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[futurewriter2000]

The Effect

A/N: Okay, this all goes to @padfootersblog . I got the werewolf, twin lupin thing from her and I just wanted to say this. She wrote reader x Sirius but I felt like reader x James so I wrote this so fast and I really like it and Idk if I should write a second part or nah? 

PAIRING: James Potter x Lupin!twin!reader

xx

Twins, fraternal or identical, they usually had many things in common but with you and your brother, that was never the case. The perfect child, the pride and the light of the family; your brother, Remus. Though you weren’t much different from him you were still more of a rebel than a bookworm. The rebellious one, the fun, the artistic, more open-minded...

He preferred books, you preferred music. He wore light polo shirts and you wore jackets, jeans or anything related to funky. There was no clothing that you didn’t draw on, sewed on or ripped off.

Although the two of you were different from one another, both were still as close as two coats of paint. Despite the fact you were sorted into Ravenclaw, the two of you saw each other every day.

“ Cheers brother!” you sat down next to him and clung your cup against the one you forced in his hand. “ Drink up.” you smiled and he furrowed his eyebrows at you, staring suspiciously.

“ What did you do?”

“ Nothing.” you rolled your eyes and put your feet on the table. “ Now are you going to drink or not?”

“ Why?”

“ I’m testing whether you’re fun or a complete bore.” you groaned and he rolled his eyes, lifting his cup and drinking up. “ Good.”

---

Sometimes, people shouldn’t trust you because you were always too smart for your own good.

“ Oh no.” Sirius sighed looking at the two giggling and laughing twins on the sofa, lightly shoving one another and throwing pillows.

“ We told him not to eat or drink whatever she gives him.” James walked over and took the cup from the table, taking a sniff. “ Smells like orange juice.” he quirked an eyebrow at Sirius.

“ Drongs!” you laughed and pulled James by the robe on the sofa, casually sitting on his lap and stroking his hair away from his forehead. “ That is what they call you, right?”

“ It’s- uh- Prongs.” he looked at you, afraid to move a muscle and look at anything else but your breasts. The only thing keeping him sane at the very moment was the fact that you were Remus’ sister.

“ You alright there, Prongs?” Sirius smirked, crossing his arms in front of his chest and observing the view playing front of him.

“ Uh- little help, Padfoot.” he said but kept his eyes on yours.

No matter who you were, how long the two of you have knowm each other, all James wanted to do was run his hands all over you.

“ You’re tense.” you narrowed your eyes, your voice quite high and cracking at some of the vowels. You put your hands on his shoulders and started to massage him, later following down to his chest. “ Wow.” you laughed and put your arms in front of you. “ Remus are you seeing this?! I have four arms!” you beamed at your brother who was already passed out on the armchair. “ Wuss.” you scoffed and got on your feet.

“ Careful, darling.” Sirius smirked and continued to watch everything play in front of him while James tried to wipe the sinful thoughts from his mind.

“Darling?” you shot a glare at him. “ Don’t call me that.”

The word. That word.

The word awoke the anger that hid beneath the mask you showed to everybody.

“ Don’t call you what? Darlin-”

The effect of the potion you made for you and Remus wore off quicker than hell. Sirius choked on the hand against his throat, the beast inside of you was starting to rage and before you knew there were muffled voices echoing around you.

“(y/n)! Stop!”

‘ “Stop!” an innocent girl cried from her bed, watching a big, furry beast cutting in her brother’s flesh. “ Emus!” the name still couldn’t be pronounced correctly due to the age of the girl, her body shaking from the horror in front of her.

“ Revenge really does taste sweet.” the beast cackled and licked his fingers, his blue eyes reflecting every inch of the monster he truly was. He licked his fangs and started walking towards the girl in front of him.

“ No!” the girl shouted and tried to run away.

But her short steps weren’t a match for the greed and the hunger of the wolf behind her. He clawed in her back and threw her on the ground.

“ Daddy! Mummy!” she screamed, numb to the pain spreading on her back.

“ Mummy and daddy aren’t here, darling. “ he growled against her small ear.

Her head turned, eyes shut and she knew that this was either the end or the worst nightmare she has had. Eyes opened for a second, she didn’t know why but she wanted them to be opened yet the only view she saw was her twin brother lying in his own pool of blood, barely breathing.

His snout moved around her face and until it came to her eyes, he followed her gaze. “ You should thank your daddy for this. He should know better than not to mess with Fenrir Greyback.” he snarled and she turned her head to look at his dilated pupils. “ Nighty night, darling.” ‘

“ (Y/N)! “ you were thrown across the common room, your brother standing above you while pointing his wand at you.

James was at his best friend’s side and Remus rushed to yours, taking your head in his hands and looking at your contracting pupils. You found the colour adjust slowly, the emerald in your brother’s eyes growing brighter by the moment.

You glanced at the coughing boy behind Remus. Sirius holding himself by the neck and letting out coughs. “ Oh my God- Did I- Did I?” you stuttered, your eyes glancing between your brother and Sirius. “ Oh, Remus I didn’t - I didn’t mean-”

His hands wrapped around you, one hand on your head and pressing it against his chest and the other supporting you up. “ It’s okay. I know.”

“ I- he was- he was there- you were barely alive- his eyes- I-”

“ I know. Just calm down.” he continued to rock you in his arms while you sobbed. “ It’s not your fault.”

---

The guilt was more starved than the wolf on the full moon. It kept eating you from the inside out, day and night, like a hermit craving for water.

The steps in your room, the pacing around and the stress of heavy thoughts were taking all the sleep you craved for three nights now.

‘ The mother came in the room first, screaming and falling on her knees. The father was a step behind her, entering the room and looking from one of his child to another. “ Oh my God.” he pressed his hand to his mouth. “ Remus! (Y/n)!” he didn’t know to which one he came first. “ My children!”

Both of the children could hear them crying, screaming, sobbing... but not a muscle could be moved nor it felt like they were breathing. Everything was dark, everything felt like some sort small closet where you could do nothing but think. ‘

And so you grabbed the hoodie you found on one of the chairs of your roommate's and walked out the Ravenclaw tower.

‘ “ Female, five-years-old, infected by lycanthropy.” a woman’s voice came from above her, white lights flashing and disappearing while sobs escaped besides her. The girl turned her head, finally, she could move just to see her mother’s eyes filled with tears and worry. She smiled.

“ You’re going to be okay, honey. Just hold on.” ‘

The door was right in front of you. There. Just knock.

But if words could describe the horrible fear that ran through your veins, you would shout instead of knock. But you could do neither. Your eyes were fixated on the wooden door.

The door opened and a grumpy boy stared at you. “ Just. Go. To. Sleep.” he yawned, light on his feet. “ You know when you can’t sleep, I can’t sleep. Just. Sleep.”

“ I- I need to see him. I need to see if he’s alright.”

“ Is that (y/n)?” a familiar voice came behind Remus, hazel instead of grey as you expected. He put his hand on Remus’ shoulder and squeezed his way through the door. “ I’ll talk to her, you go to sleep Grumpy.” he pushed Remus back inside and closed the door.

“ James, I can’t sleep until I see him.” you begged with your eyes, your eyelashes battering.

“ He knows, (y/n). We all know it wasn’t your fault.” he put his hand on your shoulder and squeezed it softly. “ He shouldn’t have said that, especially when you were high on your own emotions from that potion.”

“ Bu- I need-”

“ Remus explained.”

“ That was not his to explain!” you started to get furious. “ It was me who should have explained.”

“ (y/n).” he sighed and looked at you with his tired eyes. “ It’s 2 a.m and I really need the sleep-in- Saturday. Please, please just go to sleep.”

“ I can’t sleep. Not until-”

“ God!” he groaned and opened the door, pulling you inside.

“ What are you doing?”

“ You’re sleeping. Just go sleep in Remus’ bed.” he closed the door. “ You can say sorry to Sirius in the morning.”

“ I’m not sleeping with Remus. He always takes all the space.”

“ Fine! Then take my bed and I’ll take the floor.” he grabbed the pillow and threw one on the ground.

“ No. You can’t sleep on the floor.” you picked the pillow up. “ I’ll take your bed and so are you but no funny business, Potter.” you said to him before crawling into his bed and making yourself comfortable.

“ At this point, I’m too tired to care.” he yawned and crawled in his bed as well, making sure you got enough space to sleep on.

You turned away from James and pulled the pillow closer, breathing in the mixture of ginger and cinnamon, which was an oddly great combination. And without any notice, it was already dark and both of you were asleep.

---

‘ The girl was afraid. She was staring at her brother who the moon already took over. He only looked through the window and his spine was already twisting in directions. She hid behind her bed and all of a sudden there it was, the crack of the bone, the movement of her insides, the sharp claws coming from her fingers. It-

The sudden change of scene took you a while to adjust. Everything was bright. Two children were running around the field, laughing and chasing each other. “ You’re it!” the girl shouted and the boy started chasing her.

“ I’m faster! “ he shouted and started sprinting towards her. She stopped and all of a sudden there was a crash, two young kids laughing. ‘

“ OI!” a shout woke you from the lovely dreams and a pillow was thrown at your head. “ What the bloody hell!” you sleepily opened your eyes and through the mess of your hair, you found yourself facing a sleeping black-haired boy.

Your hands were on his chest, his arm over your hip while his hand pressed against your back. He was fast asleep, as a rock, just nuzzling closer as another pillow sped its way to him.

“ It’s Saturday.” he groaned in a musky, sleepy voice which plastered a smile on your lips.

He was beautiful when he slept. The burnt cheeks from the lake picnic a few days ago. Whenever he got burnt, despite his dark skin, he would get these minuscule sunspots on his cheekbones and it looked as if he had freckles. His hair, messier than usual, were pointing everywhere and his eyelashes looked longer than yours.

“ Mate!” Remus shouted bewildered and pulled the sheets off the two of you.

“ God, Remus! Why so dramatic?” you rolled your eyes and sat up.

And all of a sudden, at the sound of your voice, James eyes flew open in the flash and he looked up at you. “ OH! ”

“ Morning.” You smiled at him. However, the smile that formed on your lips was not the same as he received and both of you, at that moment, knew it.

“ Morning.” he smiled as well, just as you, differently as he ever did before.

The messy (y/h/c) hair and the oversized Ravenclaw Quidditch sweater on you... it showed you in a completely different light.

“ Excuse me.” there came a cough and both of you looked at the boy standing in front of the two of you.

“ Oh shit.”

[wizardwritings]

The Drunk Dial

Overview: Modern AU. During a night out with Lily and Marlene, you drunkenly send Sirius an audio message that revealed your huge crush on him. So when he shows up at the bar to pick you up, what option do you have other than to pretend it never happened?

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Word Count: About 4,300.

Warning(s): Language, drinking, intoxication, drunk reader, sexual tension, suggestive language, fluff.

Author’s Note: Maybe one day, I’ll write actual smut. But for now, you can have my usual sexual tension and sensual touching, LOL. Enjoy! ;)

“Tell us everything that’s going on between you and Sirius.”

You swirled the plastic straw around your drink with your thumb and forefinger, shrugging at Marlene’s demand. “There’s nothing to tell. He’s just one of my best friends.”

Marlene scoffed, an incredulous look on her face. “Friends with so much sexual tension it makes everyone in the room uncomfortable?”

“There’s no sexual tension--” you started, only to be cut off by Lily.

“Yes, there is.”

You fought back a sigh, instead downing the rest of your drink. The three of you were out on a well-deserved Girl’s Night. Very well-deserved. You loved the guys and were rather close to all of them, but it was nice to have some time alone with Marlene and Lily. A breath of relatively testosterone-free fresh air.

“Even before we headed out, you and Sirius seemed oddly cozy,” continued Lily, a grin on her face.

“He was just telling me to be safe and to call him if we needed anything.” You folded your arms across your chest, denying all they were insinuating. “And don’t give me that look-- Sirius would say the same to any of his other friends.”

“But he didn’t,” Marlene sang.

You shook your head, fighting the slight smile that was beginning to cross your face.

“Don’t even try to hide that little grin,” said Lily, catching your slip up. “You say you hate when we tease you about Sirius, but you secretly love it. You know why?”

“I don’t--”

“Because you like him.”

You huffed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, please, babe,” Marlene drawled, taking a gulp from her drink. “You’re even wearing his jacket to a club.”

Looking down at the black windbreaker tied around your waist, you felt your cheeks flush. You knew it would be cold and Sirius was just looking out for you. There was nothing wrong with that.

“So?” you asked, your voice raising an octave. “No sane person would turn down an oversized jacket from a guy.”

“Especially from a guy they like,” Marlene finished.

“A guy they like as a friend,” you corrected.

Lily signed, placing her forehead on her palm. “Goodness. Is this how I was when I tried to convince everyone I didn’t fancy Potter?”

“Yes--”

“No,” you interjected, glaring at Marlene. “Because you and James both liked each other, whereas Sirius and I--”

“--love each other.”

“No!”

You let out an exasperated groan as Marlene gave Lily a high five. Rubbing your temples with your middle and forefinger, you exhaled deeply.

“Okay, fine,” you relented, briefly checking the time on your phone. “You can fantasize about me and Sirius or interrogate me about my feelings any other time, but tonight’s supposed to be just about the girls.”

Marlene and Lily exchanged glances, a mischievous glint in their eyes that certainly said this was not the end of the conversation.

Still, they decided to play along with your demands.

“I guess you’re right,” Marlene said, placing her glass on the bar table and grabbing you and Lily by the hand. “We can discuss your incessant obstinance another time. But now, we drink!”

- - - - -

A few hours and a couple too many shots later, you were drunk out of your mind.

Really drunk.

As in, you haven’t been this drunk since your university days--and for good reason.

“I feel like complete garbage,” you groaned, jutting your lower lip out as you puckered your face. “But I’m so fucked up, I don’t even care.”

“That’s the spirit!” cheered Marlene, face flushed and glowing from a mixture of sweat and alcohol as she took a sip of her alcoholic aphrodisiac.

You grimaced at the sight of the alcoholic beverage, while Lily took the glass from her hand and downed a swig.

“How do you two still have the energy to drink some more?” you wondered, eyeing the cup that was offered to you in disgust. “I never want to drink this much again.”

While your two friends may have kept up the stamina to drink like they were still in college, you’ve been weaning off the alcohol since your first year. You simply preferred some other recreational drug that was much more natural and not as toxic to your body. Still, you had your fair share of drinks every once in a while.

Tonight, you just happened to take the drinking a little too far.

“I’m just going to sit and take a break at the bar,” you announced, voice slow yet slurred at the same time.

Nodding, the pair followed you as you got as comfortable as you could in a high bar stool, pulling out your phone.

When the notifications popped up on your screen, delight lit up your face.

Sirius: Just checking up. How are you guys?

You: We’re all gooooood. :’) Thanks for asking!

“Who’re you texting?” Marlene piped in, dragging out her vowels as she bounced beside you. “Is it your boyfriend?”

“Sirius is not my boyfriend,” you retorted, fiddling with your phone in your lap.

She pointed her index finger at you in a triumphant manner. “Hah! I never said I was talking about Sirius,” Marlene stated. “You just assumed that because deep down you want him to be your boyfriend.”

You blinked. “You’re delusional.”

“You’re in denial.” Marlene shook her head before any words could come out of your mouth. “Just admit you like him, Y/N.”

“But I don’t! I just think he’s charming and handsome and sweet. And, well-- Sometimes the sight of his smile makes my stomach churn. But doesn’t mean anything--” You broke off, biting your lip. You coughed, face turning red at the elated looks from your friends. “It doesn’t mean anything, right?”

Marlene and Lily gave each other knowing glances.

“Do you think it means something?” Lily asked gently, holding back a smile.

“I don’t know.” You groaned in frustration. “What does it mean when someone makes your heartbeat increase tenfold at the mere thought of them? Or when they make you feel all warm and fuzzy and gross inside?”

Please don’t mean what I think it means, you pleaded to yourself.

“I think you know the answer to that, babe. It means you like Siri--” Lily started, cutting herself off abruptly when she heard the faint beep of a message being sent.

You all glanced at each other, then down at your phone.

Attachment: 1 Audio File

“Something tells me you accidentally sent Sirius an audio file.”

“Oh, my God,” you whispered, eyes opened in shock as you stared at the device in your hand. With the alcohol buzzing in your brain, you looked away from the bright screen, lightheaded. “How do I get rid of it?”

Lily blinked. “Get rid of it?”

“Yes. How do I make it go away?”

Lily and Marlene exchanged glances.

“You already sent the message, Y/N,” Lily said slowly. “You can’t get rid of it unless you delete it from his phone.”

“But I don’t even recall pressing send!” you argued, still staring at the audio file in disbelief. “What kind of stupid, fucked up machine is this? I mean, who decided sending audio messages should be a thing? There are phone calls and voicemails for a reason!”

You continued grumbling heated insults at the cursed feature, hardly bothering to glare at the drunken wankers who walked by and “accidentally” grazed your arse.

“It’s not that bad,” stated Marlene, trying to comfort you. “I mean-- You didn’t technically admit you like him outright.”

“Because I don’t.”

That argument sounded weak. Even to yourself.

Lily snorted, laughing into her glass of Juniper Sling, but quickly straightened when she caught sight of the daggers you were throwing with your eyes. “Of course you don’t.”

“So, you shouldn’t care if he hears what you sent,” Marlene reasoned, chewing the ice from her drink between her front teeth.

You stumbled. She was right. You shouldn’t care. But you did. And that was what concerned you.

“You know what, Mar?” you asked, taking a unnecessary swig of Lily’s liquid courage. “You’re right. I don’t care. Who cares if he hears that message of my basically confessing my utterly nonexistent feelings? I don’t. In fact, I wouldn’t even care if Sirius called asking about it right now. It wouldn’t phase me in the slightest--”

The vibrations of your phone silenced you rather quickly. Braving a look downward, you saw a picture of you and Sirius on the screen.

“Speak of the devil,” Marlene swore, amusement playing on her face. When you let the phone ring one more, she raised her eyebrows at you. “Aren’t you going to answer?”

“I’m answering in my mind.”

She hummed. “And…?”

“It’s not going so well.”

“Oh-- Give me that,” said Marlene, snatching the device out of your hand with a mischievous smirk. “Hello? How may I be of assistance, Mr. Black?”

You groaned as she rushed away with your phone, occasionally sending you winks and the sporadic thumbs up. With a frustrated look, you accept the drink in Lily’s outstretched hands.

“If I finish this, I might throw up,” you mumbled with a shrug, tossing the bendy straw aside and chugging the colorful contents of the beverage.

“That’s enough, then,” she said, alarm on her face as you downed its contents. Swiftly taking the glass from you, Lily placed a bottle of water in front of you. “Drink this.”

Pouting, you tilted the water back into your mouth, promptly spilling water all over your face and your thin shirt. With widened eyes, you turned to Lily who had her arms folded across her chest. You swallowed. “I-- I think I spilled.”

Laughing, she shook her head as she called the bartender over for some napkins.

“You’re lucky you’re cute, babe,” said Lily as she helped clean up the mess.

Grumbling an apology, you untied Sirius’ windbreaker from your waist and shrugged it on, hoping to cover your now see-through shirt while it dried. A few moments and a glass of water--which you this time drank with a straw--Marlene returned to your spot near the bar, holding your phone out with an innocent smile.

Warily, you took your phone back from her and glared at it. “What did you do?”

“Me? Or the phone?”

Lips pressed into a thin line, you look up at her with unblinking, narrow eyes.

With a bark of laughter, Marlene ruffled the hair on your head and playfully pinched your cheek. “Aw-- Lily, look at this! I think Y/N is trying to look intimidating. Isn’t she just the cutest when she’s drunk--?”

“Hey!” You slapped her hand away, but couldn’t stop a smile from spreading across your face. As your phone flashed with a notification--no, it wasn’t from Sirius--you were reminded of your current situation. Straightening your back, you folded your arms. “I’m drunk, not stupid-- Don’t change the subject. What did you tell him?”

She shrugged. “Just that you may have had a bit too much to drink and need to be picked up.”

“Wait-- What? I am not that drunk.” You shot up out of your chair in indignation, before holding onto Marlene’s shoulder for support. Her and Lily both stared at you as you swayed in place, as if you had just proved Marlene’s point. You frowned. “Maybe I am that drunk.”

Helping you back in your seat, Marlene rubbed your back as she tried to comfort you. Meanwhile, Lily ordered two Cosmopolitans and one glass of water. Unlike you, they still had the drinking capacities of college freshmen.

“Oh, I forgot to mention!” Marlene said nonchalantly. “Sirius will be here in less than five minutes.”

“What?”

Your stomach felt a little sick as your rested your forehead in the palm of your hands. You were sweaty and drunk, hair unkempt and brain relatively unstable. The last thing you needed was for the guy you maybe--sort of...just kind of--had feelings for to see you like this.

As if sensing your worries, Lily shot you a somehow affectionate glare. “It’s just Sirius, Y/N. Even though you guys have feelings for each other--”

You opened your mouth to protest, but sighed in defeat instead. Who were you fooling, anyway?

She exchanged surprised grins with Marlene when you didn’t deny your crush before Lily continued. “Right-- So, even though you guys like each other, he’s still, first and foremost, one of your best friends. He’ll always be there for you. Piss drunk and all.”

“I suppose.” The corners of your lips tugged up slightly. “I mean, he has held my hair back plenty of times during our college days,” you reasoned, a warm feeling spreading through your body as you thought about Sirius. You caught sight of your phone and bit your lip. “The audio message wasn’t that bad, anyway. Right?”

“Right,” Lily affirmed.

“Okay. Then I have no reason to worry--”

Your phone vibrated, Sirius’ contact picture flashing over the screen. You stared at it for a while until Marlene nudged you with her shoulder.

“Oh, right--” You took an unsteady breath, sliding your finger to accept the call. “Hello?”

“It’s Y/N this time, right?” a voice through the other end of the line asked with a deep chuckle that made you want to sigh dreamily. “I’m parked at the back entrance about to go in. Where are you?”

“At the bar!” you replied, trying not to sound too nervous. “Are you staying awhile?”

“Nope,” said Sirius, a muffled slam of a door sounding through the phone. “My job tonight is to find you and take you home with me.”

You rather liked the sound of that, you figured, blaming your salacious thoughts on the aphrodisiac cocktail you had earlier.

“Okay. That’s--” You coughed, heat rushing to your cheeks at the sound of your raspy voice. “I’ll see you soon, then.”

“Okay.” He hummed. “See you soon.”

Placing your phone back in your pocket, you turned to Marlene and Lily, both of whom had knowing looks on their faces. You promptly chose to ignore them.

When you caught sight of the top of Sirius’ head entering the bar, Marlene jumped up and down excitedly, waving him over. Looking back at you, she held your shoulders between her hands.

“I’m going to be a bridesmaid at your wedding with Sirius, right?” she asked, paying no mind to the man who was walking towards you. “Please!”

“And me?” chimed Lily, staring at you with equally hopefully eyes.

You nodded, barely processing what they asked with all the alcohol in your system. “Wait. My wedding--?”

“Evening, ladies.” You felt a warm presence behind you. “What are we talking about?”

“A wedding,” you repeated, still lightheaded from the drinks. When you swirled around in the bar stool, you found yourself face to face with Sirius. You blinked. “Hi.”

He gave you an amused glance when you craned your neck to look up at him.

“Hi,” he replied.

“Sirius!” Lily greeted, both her and Marlene giving him a hug. “Thanks for coming.”

Marlene nodded in agreement. “Y/N’s a little out of it right now. We weren’t talking about anything. Definitely not talking about a wedding.”

You joined her nodding. “Definitely not. I don’t even know what a wedding is.”

The corners of Sirius’ mouth tilted upwards. “Okay.”

Lily placed a palm to her forehead and sighed, murmuring something about Tweedledee and Tweedledum, before she regained her composure. “Sirius?”

“Yes, Evans?”

She cracked a smile. “Text me when you guys get home. And drive safely, alright?”

“Of course,” said Sirius, placing his hands on either sides of your waist as he lifted you off the high seat and placed you on the floor. You felt warm. And not because of the alcohol. Or the jacket. “Are you sure you and Marlene don’t need a ride--?”

Lily waved her hand dismissively, shaking her head. “We could use a few more drinks. I’ll call a us cab when we’re done.”

“Message me when you guys get back,” you said, giving both her and Marlene a massive hug. “I love you both!”

Marlene bubbled with laughter, planting a peck on your cheek as Lily grinned. “We love you, too, you affectionate drunk.”

With a smile of his own on his face, Sirius placed his hand on the small of your back as he led you through the crowd of people on the dance floor. Rubbing his thumb circular motions against your thin shirt, he leaned down to whisper something in your ear.

“My jacket looks good on you, Y/L/N,” he said, shooting you a wink and straightening his back before you even had the time to respond.

In a bit of a daze, you made your way to the parking lot, leaning on Sirius to help you walk straight.

“After you, princess,” said Sirius, holding the passenger door open until you sat yourself fully on in place.

“What a gentleman,” you cooed as he made his way to the driver’s seat.

The interior of his car was sleek and warm, hints of pine and mint filling the air. Oddly enough, it was quite fitting.

Aside from the small nonsensical thoughts that escaped your mouth, the ride to your apartment was one of relative silence. The radio played quietly in the background and Sirius hummed along to the songs.

“Thank you again for picking me up,” you said when your place came into view, your head feeling significantly less disoriented.

For some reason, during drunk car rides, you either threw up on the floor, or calmed down.

Thankfully, this time, it was the latter.

You turned in your seat, examining Sirius’ side profile. “I hope I didn’t interrupt your evening in with the boys.”

He shook his head, a dimple forming at the corner of his mouth as he gave you a small smile. “We were just watching some horror movies. But I couldn’t concentrate on anything all night ever since you walked out the door with those shorts and my jacket wrapped around your waist.”

“Oh.” Your cheeks heated and you could’ve sworn your voice somehow cracked while you said that one syllable.

You deflected. According to your friends, you and Sirius did have a flirtatious friendship. And--begrudgingly--you had to agree. But this?

Something told you Sirius was crossing the line of harmless flirting and making an actual move.

And that thought alone made your stomach flutter.

He pulled into your apartment parking lot, waiting a while before he turned the engine off. “And once I got your little audio message, the last thing I wanted to do was stay and watch the movie.”

The color drained from your face at the mention of what you sent when you were drunk. Sirius went this long without mentioning it. You thought perhaps he didn’t hear it.

Turned out that was wishful thinking on your part.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said slowly, each word coming off as metallic to your tongue.

“Is that so?” Sirius questioned, but didn’t press the topic when you didn’t reply. Dusting his palms against his upper thighs, he hummed. “Never mind, then.” He unbuckled his seatbelt and exited the car, rushing to open your door at the passenger’s seat before you could register what he was doing. “Ready to go inside, princess?”

He offered you his arm and you snorted in laughter before accepting it. “Ever the gentleman, I see.”

“Not always.”

When you reached your unit, you fumbled through your pockets until you found your keys. Sirius slipped off his shoes and hung his jumper in the foyer and you followed suit.

“Is it hot in here or is it just me?” you muttered, shrugging off the windbreaker and stretching your arms out above your head, eyeing the thermostat which read a temperature much too low than what you were feeling.

For a while, Sirius didn’t reply. In fact, the room was unnervingly silent.

You turned to look at him, only to find he was already staring at you with an unreadable expression on his face. Sirius’ gaze trailed from the lifted hemline of your shirt, to the damp spot on your shirt that exposed the lace detailing of your bra.

Biting the inside of your cheek, you mentally applauded yourself for wearing your best push up bra today.

His eyes lingered your decolletage before meeting yours. You instantly felt much warmer than you had a minute ago.

“I thought you looked beautiful in my clothes.” The tip of his tongue grazed his lower lip, his voice significantly raspier as he said, “Turns out you look even better without them.”

Ignoring the blush rising to your cheeks, you shrugged, peering at him through your eyelashes. “Without your clothes?” You paused, toying with the hem of your tank top. “Or without any clothing, in general.”

A smirk played on Sirius’ face as he slowly cocked his head to the side, raising his shoulders in a subtle shrug. “Careful there, princess. I could’ve mistaken that as an invitation.”

“Maybe it was one,” you pressed, shocking even yourself with the words that just came out of your mouth. Still, you meant every part of it.

His eyes darkened a stormy grey as you attempted to close the distance between the two of you. You placed your hand on his chest and Sirius captured them with his own. For a while, neither of you said a word, uncertain and vulnerable and not for one minute regretting a single moment of it.

“For the record,” said Sirius, taking a step backwards as you released the breath you didn’t realize you were holding in. “What you accidentally sent me earlier tonight-- I feel that way, too.”

Your words caught in your throat and your heart pounded in your chest. You were never good at admitting your feelings-- To someone else, or even yourself. But you’d be damned if you let this opportunity go.

“I make you feel warm and fuzzy and gross inside?”

He barked out a chuckle, the tension in his muscles relaxing ever so slightly. “I’m not sure about the gross part, but yes. I suppose.”

You cracked a smile, letting out a laugh of your own

“You make my heart pound and stomach flutter when I see you,” Sirius said softly, his hand running down the length of your arm to the tips of your fingers. “And, I don’t know about you, but I think that damn well means something.”

You swallowed, all too aware of how your hand felt in his. “I think it means something, too. I think it means that I…”

“Yes?” he pressed, though the look on his face told you he already had the answer.

“It means that I think I like you.”

“You think?”

Your face beet red, you shoved him gently with your shoulder. “I know.”

With a beam on his face, he bent down to give you a brief kiss on the temple. “I like you, too. In case you haven’t figured it out by now.”

After hearing his words and feeling his lips on you, you wanted to jump up and give him the biggest hug you could imagine.

And so you did.

Sirius tensed in surprise before laughing in relief, wrapping his arms tightly around you.

“I really like you, actually,” you admitted, voice muffled by his chest. Still, you didn’t want to let go.

“I really like you, too, princess.” Your chest puffed in confidence and he chuckled in amusement. Sirius looked at you with a stare so intense you were certain he was going to kiss you. But as you pursed your lips slightly, he said, “Now, let’s get you ready for bed.”

With your lips still puckered and ready for a kiss, he laced his fingers through yours, pulling you along to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, then to your bedroom down the hall. Sitting down at the edge of your bed with a cup in hand, you watched as Sirius pulled a sleep shirt and shorts from your drawers before he placed them beside you.

“Now, after that glass of water, you’re going to head to your bathroom, wash off your makeup, brush your teeth, and put your pajamas on,” he listed, his eyes trained on you. “Okay?”

You merely nodded, stunned from the admission of your feelings to the sudden change in topic. “Okay.”

As you stood up to head to the bathroom, you paused, whirling around to see him give you a curious look.

“Sirius?” you said quietly.

“Yes, love?”

You held your breath, eyes shutting briefly. “Will you...stay?”

You could hear the smile in his voice when he asked, “Do you want me to?”

“I-- Yes,” you admitted, pulling at a loose thread of your shorts. “But only if you want to--”

“I want to.”

Your heart felt like it stopped beating when you saw the look on Sirius’ face as he caught your twiddling fingers between his steady ones.

“I want you to, also,” you said.

“Good.” He bowed his head and gave you a brief, but firm, kiss on the palm of your hand, smiling when he heard your sharp intake of breath. “Now go get ready for bed. I’ll be here when you get back.”

And he was.

Sirius was there that day, and the day after that when he asked you to be his girlfriend, and the day after that when your friends came to celebrate, and the days following that because--fuck it--he was finally yours. And you were finally his.

And you wouldn’t change it for the world.

That one drunk text message turned out to be the best accident of your life.

:DDDD (That’s my face and all my chins right now.)

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James Vowels

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Could you do fic for James Vowles with wife reader? She surprised him at the office and she brought him homemade meals. You decide how it goes. Just something fluff and romantic. Thanks!! :))

Surprise!

Jemes Vowels x reader.

Side note : not gonna lie, I don't know anything about James nor does he interest me so forgive me. I am just doing what you guys request me to do! So... Might not be accurate like at all. I think he lives in England so I am gonna base it of of that! Again sorry!

Warnings : none that I can see

As James was leaving for work you woke up. You had a plan that needed to be put in acting.

Stretching your back, arms and legs you got up from the bed today was your day off from work so you didn't woke up earlier making it seem to James that you were sleeping in because you don't get to relax or get days off often so you walked into the bathroom doing what needs to be done and headed downstairs.

The previous day you went shopping for the ingredients to make your husband his favourite meal and his all time favourite desert.

Going into the process of the dessert first so you could put it in the fridge to cool down until is time for you to go the paddock.

When done with the desert in the fridge now you began making the meal. It took an hour to make it but it was worth it.

Packing both in containers, they were placed into your tote bag getting dressed up and fixing your hair you head out of the door with a smile on your face just imagining your husband's reaction not only for seeing you in his garage but you bering gifts or in your case home made food not only that but his favourite too

Arriving in you passed the doors and you heading to the garage stopping by as you saw both logan and Alex talking, you aprotched them hugging them kissing their cheeks, joining them in the conversation until you left for James's office.

Knocking on the door you heard a small come in from the inside with a familiar voice, twisting the knob and going in standing near the door until he lifted up his head to see who was it and not talking.

To his surprise it was his beautiful wife smiling down at him, he got up and hugged her and kissing her.

" y/n what are you doing here! I thought you were home sleeping still! Wow thanks for coming!"

" yeah I wake up just to get here! I brought you something that I know you will enjoy!"

Lifting up your tote bag and walking up to his desk to put it down again but now empting the containers out and opening the lids to gibe him a look inside for him to eat because it was lunch time anyway.

Kissed you again he sat down and ate it while closing his eyes from the pleasure of the flavours and homemade hood you brought him.

That's it thank you!

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Ambush

James T. Kirk x married!reader

Summary: You’re beamed down to a desolate planet to make Federation peace accords with the native civilization and are ambushed by the galaxy’s greatest enemy.

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: you guys should know that I really fucking love Star Trek, so expect random uploads of oneshots ahhaa. enjoy (:

   “Enterprise!” you hiss through the receiver. “Enterprise, this is Lieutenant Kirk. Come in, Enterprise.”

There’s no answer, and something in the distance shatters, shouts and growls from the village just over the hill reaching your hideout. Cupcake holds onto your arm, more protectively than out of fear, two of his fellow security bodies on the other side of him. One of them, Matthews, is bleeding from his forehead, and Hubble has blood stained dark brown on his cheek, but other than that, the four of you were okay.

“Lieutenant Kirk, this is Uhura,” the com crackles, and you let out a breath of relief.

“Uhura, my team and I are just outside the northwestern corner of the village,” you begin to report to her, but then Cupcake throws his hand across your mouth, slamming the receiver top closed. You don’t fight him, knowing full and well that he had heard something over your voice.

The sand of the desert planet the four of you had been beamed down to was freezing, night having fallen hours ago and not even the blazing fire coming from the village as it was pillaged by native savages could warm the four of you at this distance.

The village you’d been assigned to make peace accords with, alongside your husband, Captain Kirk, and Commander Spock, was more charred rubble and blackened bones than the prosperous and primarily civil place it had been earlier this morning. The village natives had been peaceful, and though they didn’t understand English, Uhura had been there to translate the language she wasn’t entirely sure of.

“It feels like a different form of Klingon when I’m speaking,” Uhura had mumbled to you and Jim. “Like the vowels and pronunciations have changed, but most of these words are Klingon.”

You, personally, have never seen a Klingon apart from pictures, only a couple wormhole traveling Romulans a few years ago, but you didn’t have to meet one to know they were dangerous, unpredictable, and off limits for a reason. What their language was doing lightyears away from the Neutral Zone was unbeknownst to you, but it still made for an order of a planet wide scan.

Cupcake drops his hand from your face and raising a finger to his lips. Your hideout was under a ledge a stone’s throw away from the village’s edge, sand occasionally raining down into the folds of your gold uniform as the ground shook with whatever weapons the attackers were using.

Something grabs you by the arm before you can open your mouth, and your com goes scattering away, a scream escaping you before your throat is caught in a tight grip.

A Klingon holds you by the neck, shadowed by the fire raging yards behind it, lips formed in a wicked twist of a smile.

“Federation,” it says, accent thick with his primary tongue, and you kick at the savage.

“Let her go!” Cupcake demands, shooting up from out of the hiding spot. “By order of the UFP!”

The Klingon laughs, a deep and throaty sound that makes your stomach fill with disgust. “Humans,” it spits, lip curling. “Put your weapon down if you want your leader’s life.”

You try to shake your head at your security team, but the Klingon shakes you like a ragdoll and your head pounds as the security unit lowers their phasers.

“Put her down,” Hubble argues, his phaser at his side, finger still over the trigger. The Klingon laughs again, and throws you into the dirt at his feet. The force of impact knocks the last of your breath out of you, and you gasp, vision fuzzy and black dots dancing across your eyes.

“Lieutenant?” a voice calls out from your com, having been thrown open when it had flung out of your hand. “(Y/N)!”

It’s Jim’s voice, and your chest burns with adrenaline as you go to make a mad grab at the device, but the Klingon’s boot comes down on both it and your hand, and you scream, your red shirts racing to your side as pain in every form shoots up your wrist. You writhe.

“I’m fine! I’m fine!” you pant, not fine at all. You feel light headed, and know most, if not all, of the bones in your left hand are broken. At the least, you’re lucky, because nothing has punctured through skin, meaning you weren’t bleeding. Oh, Bones was going to love this.

Cupcake pulls you to your feet, one hand holding you by your left bicep as you face the Klingon again.

“You four are my prisoners,” it says to you, sneering. “We will trade your lives for your captain’s.” He reaches for you again, but Hubble shoots at him, the phaser burning a hole in the monster’s arm.

“Run!” Matthew orders, and you stumble at first, but break out into a run across the desert.

Cupcake is screaming into his own com – “Montgomery! Scott! Beam us the hell up!” – and the Klingon is bellowing behind you, summoning more of his comrades as sand flies up in your wake. Matthew falls, and you stop, Cupcake and Hubble halting as well.

“Go!” you order them, and they both hesitate. “I order you to go!”

The two security officers don’t get the chance to dart off, the yellow-gold ringlets of the transporter beams beginning to encircle them. Thirty yards in the distance, three Klingon forms are rushing towards you, weapons firing and bolts of their ammunition going astray.

“You’d think for the most feared aliens in the galaxy, they’d have good aim,” you say to Matthews, helping him stand.

“I think I twisted my ankle,” he says to you, wincing.

“It’s okay,” you say, holding his shoulder. You swallow, hoping for the gold light to appear around you both as well. “We’re going to be okay.”

Captain James Tiberius Kirk paces the bridge of the Enterprise, and when he hears Cupcake shouting over every com frequency, he slams his hands down on the console in front of Chekov. The young Russian boy yelps and glares at Kirk, but Mister Sulu gives him a slight nod and the Ensign lets out a puff of breath.

“Captain-” Spock starts to say to him, but Kirk runs off of the bridge, taking the turbolift to the transport room.

“Scotty!” Kirk calls as he enters the room. On the pad, two of his security detail are on their knees, panting and covered in sand and dust. “Where’s (Y/N) and Matthews?”

“Sir,” Scotty starts to say, but Kirk ignores him, rushing up onto the beaming pad.

“Beam me down, Scotty,” Kirk cuts him off.

“Captain!” Cupcake gasps out, reaching for Kirk’s pant leg. He shoots a glare down at the security officer, and Hendorff moves off the platform with Hubble under his arm. “Captain, there’s Klingons-”

Kirk doesn’t hear the rest of whatever the officer is saying as he’s beamed down to the planet’s surface, but a bolt of adrenaline shoots through him when he lands.

Klingons.

Ten yards in front of him, you’re holding Matthew upright, both of you shooting madly at the oncoming Klingons. One of them falls, and Kirk hears Matthews cheer, but a bolt is fired back, and you go down instantly.

“(Y/N)!” Kirk screams across the stretch of desert, and runs towards you.

“Captain!” Matthews blurts, still firing as Kirk slides through the sand, knees right up against your body. You convulse, a burning sensation all over your stomach region, but you register Kirk above you.

“Jim,” you gasp, left hand closest to him. He grabs it, but you scream in pain, and he lets go of you.

“What happened to her?” he questions Matthews.

“Klingon crushed her hand,” the officer replies, wincing when his weight went down on his bad ankle. He continues to fire at the two remaining Klingons, twenty yards away now and closing in fast. “Another one shot her.”

“Scotty!” Kirk yells into his com. “Beam (Y/N) up now!”

The Klingons are fifteen yards away, and more are coming up from over the hill.

Blood leaks out of your mouth as you cough, splattering specs of the dark red liquid over your and Jim’s uniforms.

“Sir!” Scotty’s voice comes back. “The system, she’s malfunctioning sir! Something’s wrong!”

“Damnit!” Jim scowls and takes you into his arms, holding you against his chest. “Matthews!”

“Sir?” the officer asks, glancing back between the Klingons and Kirk.

“Have my back, we’re going to go over that hill,” Kirk tells him.

Matthew hesitates, but then nods, firing back at the Klingons as their shots hit the sand around both the Captain’s and Matthews’ feet. The phaser in the security officer’s hand shoots barely accurately at the two Klingons, and their firing is getting more and more on target.

“Jim,” you gasp, gripping the fabric of his shirt as weapon’s ammo explodes in the ground off to your right.

“I’ve got you,” Jim replies, squeezing your body. You can feel your blood leaving your body through the blast in your side, and you mouth tastes of copper and sand. “I’m going to get you out of this.”

Matthews suddenly cries out, and Jim knows he’s gone without looking back.

“Scotty!” Jim shouts into the air again, defenseless. “Any time now would be fantastic!”

“I’m sorry sir, the beaming pad, it’s-”

There’s a ringlet of golden light, and Spock comes out firing from it, stance tall and protective as Jim takes cover behind his back. The Vulcan fires round after round from the phaser before the Klingons stop advancing, shouting words to each other in their language.

Spock glances over his shoulder.

“Is she alive?” he questions, and Kirk nods.

“Just barely,” Jim replies. “She’s bleeding a lot.” He holds you to his chest, one of your arms dangling and the other holding the wound site. A thin trail of glossy red blood is running down your jaw, starting from the edge of your mouth. Spock turns and goes for your pulse point, and you can see in his dark brown eyes the fire raging on from the village.

“The transport pad is only capable of beaming down after being damaged in weapon fire, Captain,” Spock reports, taking his long fingers from your bruised neck. “Doctor McCoy wishes to beam down, and he is waiting in the transport room, though I suggest we seek cover before the Klingons return.”

Jim nods, and looks down at you briefly before scanning the horizon. “The scanners picked up a cave northwest of the village, but I don’t know how-”

“There,” Spock cuts him off, and you groan as Jim moves to face the direction the Vulcan is pointing. A single rock juts out of the sand, a ring of stones around it, tall enough to hide your bodies, and far enough away that it didn’t have any association with the fallen village.

Spock glances at you, and then to Jim. “Captain, if I may provide assistance in carrying the Lieutenant-”

Jim shakes his head. “I have her.”

You clutch the fabric of your Starfleet uniform to your waist, coughing another roll of pain left the wound and your gaze became fuzzy.

Spock nods his head, and beings to set off across the sand.

Jim looks down at you again, and pushes his fingers into your shoulder. “I’ll keep you safe,” he promises, and follows his first officer.

When you wake, it’s to the gentle beeping of heart rate monitor. There’s a gentle brushing against your right hand, and your fingers spin themselves into the soft hair on your husband’s head. He peeks at you, unmoving, but blue eyes gazing at yours.

“Jim,” you exhale, and then your chest spasms.

“Hey,” he shoots up, scooting closer in the chair he’s sitting in. “Bones!”

“Jim, there was Klingons. The entire mission was a trap, they were looking for you,” you blurt out, gripping tightly to his hand, eyes wide.

“It’s okay,” Jim reassures you, running a hand over the top of your head. “We’re on the Enterprise, lightyears from that planet.”

You listen to his words, and gradually ease back into your pillow. “Who made it?” Jim winces, and you let out a shaky breath.

“It wasn’t your fault,” he immediately says.

“Matthews,” you breathe. “He was injured. I should have-”

“You couldn’t have done anything,” Jim breaks in, shaking his head. “After I beamed down, Klingon ships attacked us and knocked something out with the transport so we could only beam down.”

You nod, and Bones walks into the room, a sigh escaping him.

“You are just about as bad as he is when it comes to almost dying on my exam tables,” Bones scowls at you.

You smile thinly. “You know you secretly love it.”

“No,” he says, waving his tricorder at you. “I don’t.”

Jim winks at you, and backs away a bit so Bones can check the stitches on your forehead. You don’t even remember banging your head on anything.

“Well,” Bones says, “it seems you’re going to live.”

“Oh no,” you say sarcastically.

Bones smiles, and shakes his head. “I mended your left hand, so you’ll be fine as long as you’re not lifting anything too heavy for the next month or so.”

You smile, and touch the bandages under your gown. “What about this?”

Bones huffs. “Just means no alcohol for two months.”

“Shit,” you say, playfully, “I was going to drink to my luck.”

Jim chuckles as Bones rolls his eyes.

“Thank you Leonard,” you say, gratefully.

“Jim, I want you to get out of here and take a damn shower,” the doctor tells him, then looks at you. “He tracked enough sand in here to make a damn sand castle and has been stinking up this room since he brought you here.”

You smile at your husband, and he brushes his left hand over your cheek, having ignored Bones. His wedding ring is cool against your warmed skin, and comforts you as you feel his fingers lift from your face. He kisses your forehead delicately.  

“I’ll be back in fifteen minutes,” he promises. You nod, and Bones nears, checking the IV in your arm.

“Damn Kirks,” Bones huffs, adjusting the needle in your arm. “Stop trying to die on me.”

You chuckle at the doctor, “Just another day in the Fleet, Bones.”

“You two really were made for each other,” Bones huffs, rolling his eyes.

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FIRST TERM EXAMINATION 2017/2018 CLASS: PRIMARY 2

ISLAND BUILDERS BAPTIST SCHOOL (NURSERY & PRIMARY) 1A, MOBOLAJI BANK-ANTHONY STREET, LAGOS. FIRST TERM EXAMINATION 2017/2018 CLASS: PRIMARY 2 SUBJECT: CREATIVE ART NAME:... Colour and trace the object Apple Colour the shapes with Red Green Draw a Table and colour it ISLAND BUILDERS BAPTIST SCHOOL (NURSERY & PRIMARY) 1A, MOBOLAJI BANK-ANTHONY STREET, LAGOS. FIRST TERM EXAMINATION 2017/2018 CLASS: PRIMARY 2 SUBJECT: QUANTITATIVE REASONING NAME:... Section A: Fill in the missing numbers 1.) 2.) 3.) 4.) 5.) (6.) 7.) (8.) 9.) (10.) Write out the biggest number in the group 11.) 800 900 600 700 = _________________ 12.) 654 454 854 554 = _________________ 13.) 832 727 916 613 = _________________ 14.) 463 835 369 543 = _________________ Re-arrange in order, starting from the smallest 15.) 321, 319, 317, 320, 318 ________ ________ ________ ________ ________ 16.) 503, 504, 501, 508, 502 ________ ________ ________ ________ ________ Place Value 17.) 91 T U 18.) 72 T U 19.) 9 5 20.) 7 6 ISLAND BUILDERS BAPTIST SCHOOL (NURSERY & PRIMARY) 1A, MOBOLAJI BANK-ANTHONY STREET, LAGOS. FIRST TERM EXAMINATION 2017/2018 CLASS: PRIMARY 2 SUBJECT: MATHEMATICS NAME:... Complete the blanks 341 = ________ hundred _________ tens __________ units 582 = ________ hundred _________ tens __________ units Write in words 82 = ________________________________________________________________ 152 = _______________________________________________________________ Addition of three digit numbers 5.) H T U 2 4 3 + 4 2 1 (a) 265 (b) 684 (c) 664 6.) H T U 5 2 6 + 1 3 2 (a) 945 (b) 658 (c) 792 Use the following signs >, < or = 7.) 641 721 8.) 494 291 9.) 111 111 Fraction 10.) = (a) 2/4 (b) ¼ (c) 4/4 11.) = (a) 3 (b) 1/3 (c) 2/3 Circle the even numbers 12.) 28, 63, 49, 34, 47, 98 13.) 99, 102, 243, 184, 33, 200 Write out the odd numbers 14.) 62, 43, 91, 76, 89, 66 = ____________________________________ 15.) 86, 87, 88, 89, 90, 93 = ____________________________________ Subtraction 16.) H T U 7 9 4 5 4 3 (a) 251 (b) 521 (c) 152 17.) H T U 3 6 8 2 4 4 (a) 241 (b) 124 (c) 421 Counting in 5s 18.) 28, _______, _______, 38, _______, _______ 19.) 65, _______, _______, _______, _______, _______ 20.) _______, _______, _______, _______, _______, 100 Section B Which is greater 982 and 642 ___________________ 20 + 15 = is b.) 46 + 24 = is 1/4 x 12 = 747 = __________________ + _________________ + _________________ ISLAND BUILDERS BAPTIST SCHOOL (NURSERY & PRIMARY) 1A, MOBOLAJI BANK-ANTHONY STREET, LAGOS. FIRST TERM EXAMINATION 2017/2018 CLASS: PRIMARY 2 SUBJECT: VERBAL REASONING NAME:... Instruction: Answer all questions Section A: Fill in the gaps correctly BCD EFG ____ ____ ____ ____ ____ ____ DEF GHI ____ ____ ____ ____ ____ ____ KLM NOP ____ ____ ____ ____ ____ ____ ____ ____ ____ ____ ____ ____ KLM NOP Section B: Circle the vowel letters in these words S A T U R D A Y H A N D B A G N E W S P A P E R U M B R E L L A ________ Elephant ________ Dress Dress _____________ Umbrella _____________ Section C: Complete these sentences with either A, An, or The Please, get me __________________ orange ________________ goat lays eggs ____________ elephant is a fearful animal This is _______________ beautiful queen. Section D: Use of Have and Has I and she ____________________ and _____________________ We and It ____________________ and _____________________ You and I ____________________ and _____________________ You and They ____________________ and _____________________ ISLAND BUILDERS BAPTIST SCHOOL (NURSERY & PRIMARY) 1A, MOBOLAJI BANK-ANTHONY STREET, LAGOS. FIRST TERM EXAMINATION 2017/2018 CLASS: PRIMARY 2 SUBJECT: CIVIC EDUCATION NAME:... Civic education is important for national _____________ (a) destruction (b) development (c) discussion The people that work on the farm to provide food for the nation are ______ (a) engineers (b) doctors (c) farmers The government of the people and for the people is called __________ (a) autocracy (b) demography (c) democracy The head of a primary school is the _________________ (a) principal (b) rector (c) headmistress The capital of Lagos State is ______________ (a) Ibadan (b) Kogi (c) Ikeja Rules and regulations is known as __________ and __________ (a) does and doesnt (b) mays or maybe (c) dos and donts How many states do we have in Nigeria? (a) 36 (b) 26 (c) 46 Civic education teaches us about our country, rights and responsibilities. (a) True (b) False (c) I dont know The governor of Lagos State is _________________ (a) Goodluck Jonathan (b) Akinwunmi Ambode (c) Babatunde Raji Fashola The ______________ is a place where pupils learn how to read and write. (a) school (b) office (c) market Write five materials that can be found in the school __________________________________ __________________________________ __________________________________ __________________________________ __________________________________ A group of people living together in a particular place is called ____ (a) hospital (b) community (c) hostel Punctuality means___________________ doing your home-work (b) coming to school late (c) coming to school early The Yoruba people call the king (a) Obi (b) Emir (c) Oba The person that assists the class teacher in the school is the ____________ (a) class prefect (b) class monitor (c) class governor A disobedient pupils will be ___________________________ (a) praised (b) punished (c) I dont know Section B List any two punishments for disobeying school rules and regulations (a) ______________________________ (b) ________________________________ b.) List any two rewards for obeying school rules and regulations (a) ______________________________ (b) ________________________________ List four items that can be used to clean the environment (a) ______________________________ (b) ________________________________ (c) ______________________________ (d) ________________________________ List four rules and regulations in your school (a) ______________________________ (b) ________________________________ (c) ______________________________ (d) ________________________________ List the qualities of the class monitor (a) ______________________________ (b) ________________________________ (c) ______________________________ (d) ________________________________ ISLAND BUILDERS BAPTIST SCHOOL (NURSERY & PRIMARY) 1A, MOBOLAJI BANK-ANTHONY STREET, LAGOS. FIRST TERM EXAMINATION 2017/2018 CLASS: PRIMARY 2 SUBJECT: SOCIAL STUDIES NAME:... Hausas live in the following states except (a) Jiagawa (b) Ondo (c) Kano (d) Kaduna There are _______ major ethnic groups in Nigeria Sixteen (b) Twelve (c) Three (d) Thirteen Igbos live in ___ part of Nigeria (a) Eastern (b) Northern (c) Western (d) Middle Belt The official language of Nigeria is _____ (a) Egun (b) Ibibo (c) Efik (d) English ______ is a festive held in Lagos State, Nigeria. Eyo (b) New Yam (c) Argungu (d) Egungun ____________ is an example of Adornment (a) Bangles (b) shoes (c) Books (d) Table Christians worship in the ________ (a) Shrine (b) Church (c) Shop (d) Mosque ____________ lowered the chain from heaven down to Ile-Ife Oduduwa (b) Bibire (c) Olodumare (d) Bayajidda The father of the Hausa is _____ (a) Oduduwa (b) Nwabueze (c) Bayajidda (d) Ade The new year festival is usually celebrated by the ________ Igbos (b) Hausa (c) Yorubas (d) Eguns __________ has been preventing people from fetching water Sarki (b) Bawo (c) Biram (d) Rawo The traditional attire for Yoruba ladies is _______ jean and shirt (b) atampa (c) Gown (d) iro and buba Bayajidda was a prince in a place called ______ Borno (b) Baghdad (c) Akwa (d) Ekiti Who is the father of the Yoruba people? Bayajidda (b) Biram (c) Oduduwa (d) Rawo The person who leads worship in a church is a ______ imam (b) pastor (c) teacher (d) doctor _______ is the Holy Book for Christians Macmillan (b) Quran (c) Bible (d) Queen Premier ___________ is a place where buying and selling takes place Bookshop (b) market (c) hospital (d) school We should always respect our elders (a) true (b) false (c) maybe Adornment makes us look beautiful (a) True (b) False (c) maybe It is good to respect other ethnic groups (a) True (b) False (c) not necessary Section B List two items for adornments (a) ______________________________ (b) ________________________________ Mention two states Yoruba people live (a) ______________________________ (b) ________________________________ Mention three major ethnic groups in Nigeria (a) ______________________________ (b) ________________________________ (c) ______________________________ The traditional attire for Igbo men is _______________________________________ ISLAND BUILDERS BAPTIST SCHOOL (NURSERY & PRIMARY) 1A, MOBOLAJI BANK-ANTHONY STREET, LAGOS. FIRST TERM EXAMINATION 2017/2018 CLASS: PRIMARY 2 SUBJECT: BIBLE KNOWLEDGE NAME:... Section A: Answer all questions Prayer means talking to ___________ (a) friends (b) God (c) parents (d) doctors ____________ prayed to God for a son (a) Martha (b) Deborah (c) Esther (d) Hannah Jesus taught us how to pray without (a) Hoping (b) ceasing (c) sleeping (d) grace _________ was regarded as a man of prayer (a) Daniel (b) David (c) Samson (d) Jesus Jesus fed ____________ people with five loaves of bread and two fishes 20,000 (b) 180,000 (c) 5,000 (d) 2,000 Jesus raised __________ from death (a) Simon (b) Matthew (c) Silas (d) Lazarus ___________ celebration signifies the birth of Jesus Christ Democracy (b) Independence (c) Easter (d) Christmas ___________ is the mother of Jesus (a) Hannah (b) Mary (c) Esther (d) Deborah _________ and ________ prayed and the chains of the prison broke Matthew and Mark (b) Joseph and Jonah (c) Paul and Silas (d) James and John Prayer is the key (a) True (b) False (c) Maybe God is a _____________ (a) Man (b) Saul (c) Spirit (d) Woman Peters mother in law was sick of ______ (a) headache (b) fever (c) malaria (d) cold Who taught his disciples a model of prayer (a) Jesus (b) Abraham (c) Moses (d) Saul We should pray _________ (a) weekly (b) yearly (c) daily (d) monthly Jesus friend was dead for _____ days (a) fourteen (b) four (c) five (d) six Who was the mother of Samuel (a) Hannah (b) Hope (c) Mary (d) Esther We should give thanks and praise to God everyday (a) Yes (b) No (c) never Who is the giver of all good things (a) Daddy (b) God (c) Devil (d) Adam Emmanuel mean ________ (a) God with us (b) Favour (c) Grace (d) God against us Who was thrown into the den of lion? (a) David (b) Dan (c) Daniel (d) Adam Section B Write out five things God created (a) ______________________________ (b) ________________________________ (c) ______________________________ (d) ________________________________ (e) ______________________________ Write out five things we can ask from God (a) ______________________________ (b) ________________________________ (c) ______________________________ (d) ________________________________ (e) ______________________________ Who tempted Jesus Christ? ______________________________________________ How many virgins were waiting for the bridegrooms return?___________________ List three different types of prayers you know (a) ______________________________ (b) ________________________________ (c) ______________________________ ISLAND BUILDERS BAPTIST SCHOOL (NURSERY & PRIMARY) 1A, MOBOLAJI BANK-ANTHONY STREET, LAGOS. FIRST TERM EXAMINATION 2017/2018 CLASS: PRIMARY 2 SUBJECT: ENGLISH LANGUAGE NAME:... Comprehension To Hear or To See A woman was cooking some food at the back of her house. Her only son could not help her because he was deaf and blind. A dove flew into the room where the deaf and blind boy was lying. The woman ran in to see what was happening. A few minutes later, the hawk came to the door and the dove begged her not to let the hawk take him away and promised to give her a medicine to cure her sons deafness. The hawk also promised that he would give her the medicine that will cure her sons blindness. The woman saved the dove. Answer the questions What was the woman doing? _____________________________________________ _____________________________________________________________________ Which bird flew into the room? ___________________________________________ _____________________________________________________________________ Who promised to cure the boy of deafness? __________________________________ _____________________________________________________________________ Who promised to cure the boy of blindness? _________________________________ _____________________________________________________________________ Did the woman save the dove? ____________________________________________ _____________________________________________________________________ Section B: Fill in the blanks with suitable words from the box below Many Some A few A lot of Several How _______________________ students are there in your class? Can I have _______________________ biscuits please? There are only _________________________ people in the hall. There are _____________________ ants in the honey. He ate _______________________ slices of bread since he was hungry. Join each pair of sentences to make a compound sentence Dami was absent from school. she was ill (because) _____________________________________________________________________ I can go with you. My parents let me go (if) _____________________________________________________________________ Singular Plural Glass ___________________________ Tooth ___________________________ __________________________ Shoes Child ___________________________ Positive Comparative Superlative Big ____________________ Biggest Beautiful More beautiful ____________________ Put a or an before the following words _____________ instrument (20.) ______________ temple The Cunning Girl When does Chioma write her homework? _____________________________________________________________________ Who is Mrs. Chuka? ____________________________________________________ Who is Chiomas best friend? _____________________________________________________________________ Who stole from her dads pocket? _____________________________________________________________________ Does Chioma have a younger one?_________________________________________ Composition: Myself My name is ________________________________________________________ The name of my school is _____________________________________________ I am in ____________________________________________________________ The name of my best friend is __________________________________________ My best food is _____________________________________________________ ISLAND BUILDERS BAPTIST SCHOOL (NURSERY & PRIMARY) 1A, MOBOLAJI BANK-ANTHONY STREET, LAGOS. FIRST TERM EXAMINATION 2017/2018 CLASS: PRIMARY 2 SUBJECT: AGRICULTURAL SCIENCE NAME:... There are ________ types of basic farm tools (a) 2 (b) 4 (c) 3 Modern tools make work ___________ (a) Easter (b) Difficult (c) Expensive Simple farm tools are used to cultivate _____ are (a) small (b) large (c) wide Modern tools are also very _______ (a) cheap (b) pretty (c) expensive Cutlass is used for __________ grass (a) digging (b) cutting (c) carrying Give four examples of cutting tools (a) ______________________________ (b) ________________________________ (c) ______________________________ (d) ________________________________ Do digging tools have sharp edges? (a) Yes (b) No __________ is used to make bed (a) cutlass (b) Hoe (c) Axe Is Axe a digging tool? (a) Yes (b) No Digging tools can also be used to cut wood (a) True (b) False The edge of a cutting tool should be ________ (a) sharpened (b) painted (c) dressed Modern tools are used to cultivate _____ area of land (a) small (b) large (c) pool ___________ is used to break large stones (a) harrow (b) plough (c) axe Pickaxe is used for ______ (a) digging (b) carrying (c) cutting A person that works on the farm is called ______ (a) farmer (b) carpenter (c) tailor Can we use cutlass to carry load? (a) Yes (b) No (c) Maybe ___________ is used for planting seeds (a) Harrow (b) Planter (c) Plough Do we need to sharpen the cutting edge of a tool (a) Yes (b) No (c) Maybe The cutting tools should be left on the farm after use (a) True (b) False Section B Mention two digging tools (a) ______________________________ (b) ________________________________ Give two uses of cutlass (a) ______________________________ (b) ________________________________ Mention two cutting tools (a) ______________________________ (b) ________________________________ Hoe is used for making __________________________________________________ ISLAND BUILDERS BAPTIST SCHOOL (NURSERY & PRIMARY) 1A, MOBOLAJI BANK-ANTHONY STREET, LAGOS. FIRST TERM EXAMINATION 2017/2018 CLASS: PRIMARY 2 SUBJECT: HOME ECONOMICS NAME:... The period when the body is not working is ______ (a) sleep (b) rest (c) wait (d) weep ________________ is the voluntary movement of the body in an organized way cooking (b) exercise (c) thinking (d) talking We can sleep on a ___________ (a) bench (b) floor (c) bed or mat (d) table ______ is an example of exercise (a) disturbing (b) shouting (c) dancing (d) laughing Exercise helps to keep fit and __________ (a) strong (b) weak (c) hungry (d) tired We rest during the _______________ (a) school hours (b) meals (c) night (d) trips Mention four exercises you know (a) ______________________________ (b) ________________________________ (a) ______________________________ (b) ________________________________ Exercise helps the body to _____ against diseases (a) dance (b) fight (c) play (d) paint Playing football is a form of exercise (a) True (b) False We should cover our food to prevent contamination (a) True (b) False Rice, bread and yam are examples of _____ (a) protein (b) vitamins (c) carbohydrate Exercise refreshes the body (a) True (b) False Balance diet is also known as _____ diet (a) adequate (b) temporary (c) sleeping ___________ is a natural state which the eyes are shut (a) sleep (b) does (c) drop Carbohydrates are _____________ giving food (a) energy (b) fat (c) trouble We should always ____________ our finger (a) cut (b) share (c) break ____________ and __________ are examples of protein foods bread and egg (b) beans and egg (c) yam and egg Vitamins are protective foods (a) True (b) False Eating balanced diet keeps us health (a) True (b) False Theory Give four examples of food t hat contain protein (a) ______________________________ (b) ________________________________ (c) ______________________________ (d) ________________________________ Mention two items we can sleep on (a) ______________________________ (b) ________________________________ Mention two classes of food (a) ______________________________ (b) ________________________________ Protein is an _____________________________ giving food ISLAND BUILDERS BAPTIST SCHOOL (NURSERY & PRIMARY) 1A, MOBOLAJI BANK-ANTHONY STREET, LAGOS. FIRST TERM EXAMINATION 2017/2018 CLASS: PRIMARY 2 SUBJECT: VOCATIONAL APTITUDE NAME:... Another name for vocational education is ____________ social education (b) civic education (c) technical education Which one is not a profession in medical vocation (a) farmer (b) doctor (c) nurse ____________ teaches students in school (a) baker (b) farmer (c) teacher ___________ works in a pharmacy (a) pharmacist (b) farmer (c) baker An athlete works in _____________ (a) stadium (b) road (c) school A place of work is the same as workplace (a) True (b) False (c) Maybe A principal is the head of a ___ (a) university (b) secondary school (c) primary school Pen is used for _________________ (a) nailing (b) writing (c) playing Teacher helps in child upbringing (a) True (b) False ________ is a place where we keep money (a) police station (b) bank (c) market Bank gives __________ to customers (a) yam (b) rice (c) loan ___________ is a game or competition where people use energy farming (b) reading (c) sport The following are banks in Nigeria except ___ (a) GTBank (b) Skye Bank (c) PHCN A swimmer wears _________ (a) racquet (b) racket (c) swimming trunk ______ is someone that trains an athlete and a team (a)pastor (b) teacher (c) coach Fishing can be done in the following except _________ (a) desert (b) river (c) sea The person that catches fish is ___________ (a) hunter (b) lawyer (c) fisherman Poultry farming is raising of ____________ birds (a) wild (b) cool (c) domesticated Which of these files an aircraft? (a) lawyer (b) driver (c) pilot A baby chicken is ____________ (a) chick (b) tom (c) duckling We work to be productive (a) True (b) False ___________ is the workplace of a teacher (a) stadium (b) school (c) studio A place where domesticated birds are raised is called ______ School (b) poultry farm (c) hospital The person that works in a bank is called _____ (a) banker (b) driver (c) gardener ________ is used in golf (a) soccer ball (b) golf ball (c) basket ball Fishing vessel is a ___________ used to catch fish (a) motor (b) bike (c) boat The following work in a studio except__ (a) lawyer (b) photographer (c) broadcaster A factory is a workplace (a) true (b) false A banker works in a school (a) True (b) False Sports require energy (a) True (b) False ISLAND BUILDERS BAPTIST SCHOOL (NURSERY & PRIMARY) 1A, MOBOLAJI BANK-ANTHONY STREET, LAGOS. FIRST TERM EXAMINATION 2017/2018 CLASS: PRIMARY 2 SUBJECT: BASIC SCIENCE NAME:... Human body has ____________ sense organs (a) 8 (b) 9 (c) 5 The tongue is found in the ____________ (a) skin (b) mouth (c) nose The sense organs makes us sensitive to our environment True (b) False (c) I dont know It is through the sense organs that we know what is going on in our environment True (b) False (c) I dont know Colour the shapes with the colours written under Red Purple Blue Yellow All parts of our body are covered with (a) skin (b) hair (c) eyes We can feel air in our environment (a) Yes (b) No Name two things that float in air ________________________________ ________________________________ Use the diagram (maize plant) below to answer questions 10 12 __________________ (a) stem (b) leaf, (c) root __________________ (a) stem (b) leaf (c) root __________________ (a) stem (b) leaf (c) root The colour of leaves are generally (a) pink (b) green (c) orange Colour can be used to describe object (a) True (b) False (c) I dont know The green colour on the traffic light indicates _____ (a) stop (b) move (c) ready A cock _______________ (a) crows (b) croaks (c) barks Harmful substances are good for consumption (a) True (b) False (c) Maybe We see ___________ animals around us (a) domestic (b) gentle (c) wild The body consists of the head, neck and __________ (a) nose (b) limbs (c) chest Which of these substances is harmful (a) acid (b) fresh fruit (c) fresh air Section B Write out four wild animals you know (a) ______________________________ (b) ________________________________ (c) ______________________________ (d) ________________________________ How many types of soil do we have? Name them (a) ______________________________ (b) ________________________________ (c) ______________________________ Name any five plants you know (a) ______________________________ (b) ________________________________ (c) ______________________________ (d) ________________________________ (e) ______________________________ Mention three things that have bitter taste (a) ______________________________ (b) ________________________________ (c) ______________________________

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Could you do fic for James Vowles with wife reader and their children? They went for a walk around the paddock to help James relax after the races. Just spending time together as a family. They encounter other drivers and tp's along the way. You decide how it goes. Thanks!!! :))

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James Vowels x reader

Side note : holy shit this is the first in a while request that I got so thank you anon! N e way I cut my thumb so it is gonna be hard to write with only one thumb let's hope it's actually good and without mistakes! I am also working on pt3 of gossip girl xoxo but my Tumblr is fucked and thete is nothing I can so, I can't fucking see my posts or liked or the messages that I sent or get sent from anyone and my drafts are publishing themselves somehow so bear that in mind!!! @support @staff help

From the start of this sillys season James was stress running around with the car being not even mediocre it's not an ideal situation. Not at all and having to balance it out with his wife who has been his rock throughout everything from the moment he bought Williams u till not but also having her own demanding job an two young kids both boys ages of the older Tyler thirteen and the other eleven josh.

Having two boys might be easier to handle sometimes than girls it's no helping really but they make it happen. More so their mother y/n because James is out of the country every other day. Having to take them to their activities football for josh and basketball for Tyler then help them do their homework and take them to their friends houses in between her own work and make dinner, clean the house and shop for the next week of groceries, she finds a bit comfort shopping where she can relax and shop in her own pace and or when everyone is not home or in the weekend when she gets to hang out with her own friends.

Finding an open week to join her husband and go to the race Friday when the kids finish with school y/n took them to their house ta pack for a week they took of Friday evening and head to the next GP where they surprised James.

Spending time with him in his spare time or out exploring the city with her boys where they were happy to see another country other than Britain where they live and their mothers mother land ( it can be your country or if you are British then choose). Where they go every two summers.

On Saturday when it's a bit more calm for James you go around the track all together finding other team principals or various drivers with there own team colours and logos but regardless having a conversation with anyone who had the time or even a few camera crews where their are film them having wholesome moments.

Taking about different things like school, sports, shopping, vacation and generally talking about everything, catching up to one other and eating and drinking smoothies from the hospitality, just having fun discussing things for the future when its time to hot to the hotel they go and sleep for the next day full of events and activities