#becca hill

[ghostblazewrites]

Children of the Forest Intro

BASIC

genre: fantasy, adventure,

status: finished first draft, editing

key themes: found family, exploration, fantasy, nature, mythology, magical realism, siblings, childhood friends, nostalgia, parasites, at this point i'm just listing things in my book i'll stop

𖡼 𖤣 𖥧 𖡼 𓋼 𖤣 𖥧 𓋼 𓍊 𖡼 𖤣 𖥧 𖡼 𓋼 𖤣 𖥧 𓋼 𓍊 𖡼 𖤣 𖥧 𖡼 𓋼 𖤣 𖥧 𓋼 𓍊 𖡼 𖤣 𖥧 𖡼 𓋼

STORY

Two boys are born in a willow tree inside a forest brimming with magic. They become obsessed with uncovering the secrets of this forest, exploring and researching the wilderness along with their childhood friends. When the forest suddenly vanishes and then reappears in struggling condition, the boys are left wondering what happened to their home, and if they can save it.

CHARACTERS

Theo Winter (he/him)

Impulsive, always-smiling, and just a tad bit reckless. He's the class clown, never one to take things seriously and it backfires. a lot. Theo's just having fun ok? Not his fault the god of the forest decided his body would be perfect as its puppet!

age: 17

quote: “I highly doubt any of what you said is gonna be a problem,” Theo said distractedly, then grabbed onto Kian’s backpack urgently as another thought struck him. He was always active, and always filled with energy. Kian didn’t think he ever saw Theo without a grin on his face or his blue bandanna off his head.

quick facts

he's trans (ftm)

adhd king

playboy (don't worry, he learns very quickly this isn't good)

inspired by oliver queen and lance mcclain

heart of the forest

Kian Winter (he/him)

Intelligent, oblivious, and always locked in his own world, he's always operating at 100% and extremely determined/stubborn. the inventor of the group, his tech assists his research on the forest.

age: 17

quote: John’s veins bulged from his neck, his eyes slitted. He turned slowly to look at him and his voice was low. “You’re dead.” “I’m very much alive. It’s Mothsong who is dead. I think.” Kian rushed to pick up his robotic insect’s limp body from inside the mess. “I’m sure I can fix this–”

quick facts

autism king

inspired by zane (ninjago) and gansey from the raven boys!!

always wearing his goggles and his jacket with a million pockets in them- with almost any gadget you can think of

gayyy

always known as the younger brother of theo even though they're technically twins and no one knows who's older

brains of the forest

Rue Ezeani (she/her)

Quiet, sarcastic, and always willing to stand up for what she believes is right, she's a punk who got kicked out of her home, and she's brutally protective of her friends. also, flowers grow on her quite a lot.

age: 16

quote: “Poverly, you don’t know shit about me,” Rue growled, taking a step towards them. “I’ve been to this forest longer than you, it’s more important to me than you’ll ever know. Of course I was working to get it back.”

quick facts

has freckles

trans lesbian

first friend kian and theo made

inspired by blue sargent (wow who could've guessed) and killer frost

eyes of the forest

can play electric guitar

i love her

Becca Hill (she/her)

Smart, cold, and competent, she is known as the 'normal' one of the group, although she has her issues, don't worry. Gets skeptical and annoyed easily, but connects with nature and animals very well. Natural-born leader.

age: 17

quote: “Oh my god, you guys can’t just break ceilings and destroy classrooms. Do you have any idea how much those cost?” Becca pressed her lips together, concerned.

quick facts

'token straight friend' (sure...)

inspired by laurel lance and pip fitz amobi!!

has a pet dog, turtle, and bird

complicated relationship with theo

ears of the forest

Cove Poverly (they/them)

If you thought Theo was impulsive, think again. They're a fighter, with a short temper and witty humour. Chews gum, tobacco, straw, lollipops...they like to keep busy. Mastered the 90's + 2020 aesthetic at the same time? A reaaal southern kid.

age: 16

quote: “Trouble in hetero relationships. Can't relate," Cove casually chewed on a piece of gum. They brushed past Theo, picked up a twig, and began drawing something on a nearby rock.

quick facts

heterochromia! (one eye is blue, one eye is hazel)

inspired by... tbh i have no idea where cove came from they just popped up

very blunt/no filter

nonbinary

m e n

likes arguing with rue (affectionately, they hate each other)

fists of the forest

Amora (she/her)

Mysterious, sassy and flirtatious imp, lives deep within the forest and a master of manipulation. Is she truly evil? Who knows? Some hate her, some love her, but no one trusts her.

age: ?

quote: Amora grinned, her eyes a deep mauve in this lighting. “No games, Thorny. I’m just here to help you save the forest. It’s my job.” She stretched the last part, singing it with a tilt of her head.

quick facts

wears a red cloak

inspired by darcy wu and parisa kamali

seduces like half of the characters

she has elfish ears

twig horns and long black nails

also has ties to a god/spirit...

Miiba (it/its)

no picrew for this mf but basically this is the god of the forest, it's a big pain in the ass for our main characters because there's...occasional possessions and flora growing everywhere on their clothes/body. it has questionable morals due to being immortal and its sole purpose is to preserve the forest. it doesn't have a corporeal form, instead bouncing its consciousness around any creature/living thing in the forest (plants, trees, animals)

AESTHETIC

FACTS

𖡼 i wrote this entire book during nanowrimo!! i won, but i added 13k after november so it's only 63k right now, but i am editing to make it longer. it took me two months to finish draft 1

𖡼 i came up with the idea during summer of 2022, based on a playlist that a close friend gave me - they said boom, make a story, and i did!!

𖡼 the story is set in the fictional town of pinevale, canada, and i do not have a name for the forest yet (i should probably get on that so it's less vague when i talk about the forest

𖡼 it's third person and the POV switches between kian, theo, rue and miiba, and amora for like one pov (i'll probably make it more consistent in the 2nd draft)

LINKS

spotify playlist

pinboard

𖡼 𖤣 𖥧 𖡼 𓋼 𖤣 𖥧 𓋼 𓍊 𖡼 𖤣 𖥧 𖡼 𓋼 𖤣 𖥧 𓋼 𓍊 𖡼 𖤣 𖥧 𖡼 𓋼 𖤣 𖥧 𓋼 𓍊 𖡼 𖤣 𖥧 𖡼 𓋼

if you want to know more, please tell me! this took SO LONG but i loved doing it. i'll probably do it for my other wips!!

#children of the forest #kian winter #theo winter #amora cotf #rue ezeani #becca hill #cove poverly #miiba #writeblr #nanowrimo #wip #creative writing #wip intro #blazerambles #introduction #novel writing #writing community #fantasy #forests #mine

[bonestiltsmadej]

watching ghost files episode one is like

#but then they actually do surprise you about the spirit box #obsessed with shane angrily shouting the nonsense words #watcher #ghost files #shut up becca #e: waverly hills two #s: gf s1 #yoooo new tags just dropped #500 #1k

[worldsbiggestalpaca]

The Seven has the best Adventuring Partys of any D20 season

#it is a very small hill #but I will die on it #dimension 20 #the seven #brennan lee mulligan #aabria iyengar #persephone valentine #becca scott #rekha shankar #erika ishii #izzy roland #dimension 20 adventuring party

[sentimentalkeyboard]

I don't think people understand how BADLY I want Kiefer Sutherland to play one of the villains in my story 😭😭

#AND I NEED ALEX WINTER AS ONE OF BECCAS HILL BILLY BROTHERS 🫵 #original characters #they bite! #they bite! a ballad of vampiric disease #original post

[beccagetscrafty]

First post on the new blog is the Mill Hill brand beaded cross stitch that I just finished tonight!

I started this project back in July 2022 and stopped working on it for awhile but I finished two smaller Mill Hill projects (shown below) and it really made me want to finish this project.

#cross stitch #mill hill cross stitch #Becca gets crafty

[rubydolly]

Was feeling a little batty 🦇🦇 PS wish my stupid fringe would hurry up and grow out already MAKEUP DETAILS Anastasia Beverly Hills Clear Brow Gel BECCA Shimmering Skin Perfector Champagne Pop (R.I.P. Becca 😰) Glamlite Cake Palette Hourglass Ambient Lighting Blush Mecca Glow Hourglass Ambient Lighting Edit Universe Palette Hourglass Veil Powder Hourglass Veil Primer Kat Von D Beauty Cake Pencil Eyeliner White Out Kat Von D Beauty Super Brow Extreme Long Wear Pomade Medium Brown Kat Von D Beauty Tattoo Liner Trooper Smashbox Legendary Prime And Plush Lipstick Harley Quinn Too Faced Better Than Sex Mascara Urban Decay All Nighter Setting Spray 

#australia #sydney #new south wales #makeup #makeup artistry #makeup artist #makeup art #anastasia beverly hills #becca #glamlite #hourglass #kat von d beauty #kvd vegan beauty #smashbox #too faced #urban decay #halloween #2022

[kurokoros]

I'm trying to get @southsidewrites to listen to Gorillaz and I keep making a terrible case for myself by telling her weird lore and lyrics 😭😭😭

#alisha babbles #becca please work with me here #listen to on melancholy hill and el manana you'll like them #i'm resisting the urge to recommend fire coming out of the monkey's head even though that's absolutely a top ~15 for me #i'm also extremely fond of the lost chord and silent running from their newer stuff

[colorful-rhino]

Watch Agora Hills on YouTube Music

#becca is here 🌙 #becca's tunes 🍡 #doja cat #agora hills #songs #sfw #Youtube

[daturanerium]

nothing has made me happier than realizing there’s an entire community of lesbians on this site that talk about mabelpod and hill house at the same time

#learning becca & maybell have never read hill house was INSANE to me

[antiquarianfics]

Taken pt. 9

If Bucky Barnes could time travel, he would go back to that morning. He would hold you a little tighter in his arms, and he would kiss you a little deeper. He would pull your daughter in between the two of you, letting her giggle as loudly as she wants whilst her parents kiss her cheeks and tickle her belly. If Bucky Barnes could time travel, he would have told you not to go to the park—to go anywhere else. But Bucky Barnes can’t time travel, and his wife and daughter are gone.

a/n: screaming, crying, throwing up. i hope you guys enjoy this part as much as i do. also, sorry for the hiatus. i kind of got distracted with life. anyhoo. also. not proofed.

warnings: swearing, blackmail, mention of murder, themes of conspiracy, canon typical violence.

note: I do not own the character Bucky Barnes or any other Marvel affiliated characters. Any and all characters are a work of fiction and any likeness to real persons is wholly unintentional.

You do not have permission to copy, translate, or repost my work; however, feel free to like, comment, and reblog.

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“So, when you said a former agent, you meant…” Clint trails off, looking at Fury and Coulson for confirmation.

Bruce sits next to Tony, hands clasped underneath his chin in thought, eyes trained on the screen, analyzing it.

Coulson and Fury nod, but before anyone else can say anything, Bucky speaks.

“It’s Y/N.”

—

“Y/N’s alive?” Sam asks, but it’s mostly rhetorical. Fury and Coulson are the only ones who are not surprised.

“Agent Y/L/N-Barnes seems to be alive, yes. Of course, there is always the possibility that it’s a mask,” Coulson says.

“It has to be her,” Bucky mumbles to himself, focusing hard on the stilled image of you. He has believed you’re alive against all hope for months, and here you are, escaping Capital Hill.

“But if she’s alive, and if she’s the one killing U.S. politicians, then is she working with HYDRA?” Sam asks, anxiously eyeing Bucky.

Fury sighs, “We don’t know. All we know is that we need to stop her before word that an Avenger killed the president gets out.”

Bucky speaks up then.

“She’s not working for HYDRA. She wouldn’t do that.”

Tony sends Bucky a sympathetic look before playing devil’s advocate.

“We can’t know that. It’s out of character, but we never know how much HYDRA is truly capable of. They brainwashed you, so who’s to say they didn’t her?”

The room is tense, and Bucky is acutely aware that the team, his friends, are sympathetic. They’re sympathetic because they agree with Tony. Bucky shakes his head.

“That took years to program The Winter Soldier,” Bucky says cautiously, “and Y/N has a hell of a lot more to fight for than I did. If she’s working for HYDRA, then she’s playing an angle. Don’t you think it’s odd they let Bec go so easily? She had to have struck a deal.”

“Then why doesn’t she escape?” Natasha muses, but her tone tells Bucky she’s simply wondering aloud.

“Well, we wondered why she didn’t contact us through her phone,” Clint reminds. “Turned out she had a plan there; she led us right to the Siberian facility.”

Bucky shoots Clint an appreciative nod.

“Becca did say that they wanted her until Y/N struck a deal with them,” Steve remembers.

The room turns to look at him.

“We didn’t know what to do with that before now. We thought Y/N was dead, but if they faked her death, then that gets us off their backs to have her do what they want.”

“Still,” Sam says, “why not run?”

“They’re probably keeping a close eye on her. On us, even. She would run unless they have something to hold over her,” Natasha points out.

The team gets quiet for a while; everyone gets lost in their own thoughts.

Finally, Fury breaks the silence.

“We don’t know who else HYDRA is targeting, but we imagine there are more assassinations planned.”

—

“Alright, so, it’s settled,” Tony says.

The team had spent hours devising a plan to rescue Y/N, anxiously and meticulously going over every detail and turning over every rock.

The Avengers let out a breath they weren’t aware they were holding. At this point, as if on cue, however, Coulson enters the conference room he and Fury had vacated hours ago.

“Coulson?” Steve asks, eyebrows raising at the appearance of the agent.

Coulson nods in acknowledgement, a tight smile spreading upon his lips.

“Stark, can you pull up the security camera footage for the complex?” Coulson asks, staring at the screen showing your SHIELD ID photo, background, skill set, and a list of the crimes you’ve committed up to this point.

Tony nods, voicelessly tapping at the device in front of him, pulling up the cameras. The screen changes from SHIELD’s information on you to a split of each of the complex’s cameras. Coulson takes a step forward, staring at the screen, analyzing it for something the Avengers don’t see.

“Coulson?” Natasha speaks. “What exactly are we looking for?”

“That,” Coulson points at the third box from the right. Tony zooms in on the mentioned camera footage.

“Shit.”

—

“Get Bec out of here!” Bucky demands, picking Rebecca up and handing her to Sam as the complex’s alarm system sounds. Sam nods, holding the toddler close to his chest before running off to get her somewhere safe.

“Buck, what’s your plan here?” Steve questions.

Bucky ignores his friend, taking off running towards the roof of the complex. The security footage showed the intrusion on the northwest most part of the building.

“Buck!”

“I’m saving my wife,” Bucky grumbles, putting more power in his steps, launching himself faster ahead.

—

When Bucky makes it to the roof, he does not have to try too hard to find you. In fact, he notes that you’re startling easy to find.

“Honey, I’m home,” you say cheekily, waving a casual hand at your husband when he lays eyes on you for the first time in months.

“Y/N,” Bucky breathes out, taking a step forward.

You’re leaning against the wall that surrounds the perimeter of the roof, arms crossed.

“James.”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. How are you?”

“Fine.”

“I don’t particularly believe you,” you say, eyeing the dark bags beneath his eyes and the tired demeanor he holds.

“You’ve been gone for months. We thought you were dead. It’s not been so pleasant.”

You hum, pushing off the wall and walking towards the man. You step up against him, resting a gentle hand upon his chest.

“Hmm,” you hum. “You’re not wearing a suit, you didn’t bring any weapons…” You allow yourself to trail off, watching carefully for a reaction.

He gives you a look. “You wouldn’t hurt me,” he says cautiously, but something about the situation feels off. He isn’t sure he believes the statement himself anymore.

You sigh and step away.

“You’ve heard, I’m sure, what I’ve been up to.”

“I have.”

“Not very on brand for me.”

“No.”

“Unfortunately, sweetheart, neither is what I’m here to do.”

“And what are you here to do?” Bucky feels anxiety creep up his chest.

“Marking 3 names off my list,” you say. “You’re not all that close to Captain America, are you?”

Bucky immediately clocks the question as odd. Not only is it weird that you’re addressing the murders you’ve committed as off brand, but to ask him about the only person from his past life as if he’s someone he met recently? To address Steve as Captain America? Bucky remembers the conversation the Avengers had recently, and he thinks you must be playing an angle, waiting for him to figure it out. He also knows your mannerisms better than his own, and he has never known you to speak so formally to him.

He feels a memory trying to come forward. A missing puzzle piece that would help him understand what’s going on.

You sigh, pulling Bucky away from his thoughts.

“I’m sorry, James, but I’m on a tight schedule, and I can’t hang out here all day. So, if you don’t mind, I’ve got a To-Do list.”

Bucky stands a little taller.

“Doll, I can’t let you cross out names on that list.”

“Sure you can, and you will.”

“Why would I do that?”

You pout. “Because you promised to support me in good and bad,” you say, referring to his wedding vows.

“I didn’t mean stand by while you murder the people closest to you.”

“Well, shit,” you say before you throw a right hook into Bucky’s jaw and sprint towards the stairs while he’s distracted.

Bucky clutches his jaw with his hand before standing up straight. He usually would have anticipated the punch, but this whole situation has thrown him. And you have a habit of getting him to let his guard down.

“Shit,” he says before taking off after you.

You manage to avoid Bucky for a while as you make your way through the compound, but he does catch up to you.

You lay eyes on Steve and you sprint in his direction.

“Y/N! What? Stop! You don’t have to do this!” Steve attempts to reason, holding his shield up to deflect a bullet you send flying his way. Steve notes it wasn’t hard to deflect, and he stores that information away for later. After all, SHIELD first took note of you for to your sniping ability. You don’t miss.

“Sorry, Rogers,” you say, shrugging. “I’m just a girl doin’ what a girl’s gotta do. Y’kno—Agh!”

You are cut off, letting out an unattractive yelp as you fall to the floor. It takes a moment to get you bearings, but you quickly realize Bucky had tackled you.

You fight back, but you allow Bucky to slide your gun away from you and across the floor.

“Y/N, stop!” Bucky begs, grabbing hold of your wrists with his metal hand and holding your arms taut while he holds your body down by straddling your torso.

You—to Bucky’s surprise—stop. Then, you raise an eyebrow as if to ask, “What do you want?”

“What are you doing? Killing the president? Trying to kill Steve? What’s your angle here?”

“Have you ever heard of Orpheus and Eurydice?” You ask.

Bucky gives you a look. Your question, after all, is out of left field. You ignore the look and continue.

“It’s a Greek myth. Orpheus and Eurydice are in love, right? But Eurydice does and is trapped in the Underworld. Well, Orpheus goes on a quest to get her back, and the only condition Hades gives him is that he doesn’t turn around on the way back out of the Underworld.”

“Where are you going with this?”

“If he turned around, Eurydice would be trapped in the Underworld forever, and she and Orpheus would never be together again. Never have a life together.”

“Y/N.”

“Orpheus turned around. I always thought that was stupid. I mean, I guess if you love someone, you’d want to turn around and check on them. Make sure they’re still there. But, on the other hand, if you love someone, and trust them…”

“You trust they’ll still be following you even if you don’t turn around,” Bucky finishes.

“Orpheus didn’t get a second chance to save Eurydice. Zeus killed Orpheus because he was afraid Orpheus would tell the humans all the secrets of the Underworld. Some versions say that the Muses kept his head, though, to sing songs forever. They managed to hear his voice even after he died.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Don’t turn around, James.”

“What?”

While Bucky is confused, distracted by your story, you wrench your wrists out from his grasp and thrust up with your hips. You manage enough momentum to swing Bucky off of you and you climb on top of him, switching positions.

“Well, my targets are gone,” you sigh, glancing down the hallway you had seen Steve run. You click your tongue and return your focus to Bucky, shaking your head slightly.

“Sorry, honey,” you say, knocking him out.

—

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[moongirlwidow]

Someone please explain why I just got an email from the State Department about a hole in the floor of one of the Harry S Truman Building which has the OFFICE OF THE SECRETARY OF FUCKING STATE?

@vpotts-official @not-a-poser @tonystark-official @respect-the-hyphen @becca-barnes-official @caroldanverofficial @totally-not-kate-bishop @yelena-belovedx @reallyreallyspiderman @buckybarnesoffical @white-wolf-actually @therealnickfury @agent-maria-hill @brooklynsspiderwoman @brooklynsspiderman @probably-steve @loki-laufeychild @ab-art-07 @ilikemiddleagedmarvelchar @buthearmeouttho

Whichever of you idiots is responsible I want an explanation RIGHT NOW

#for gods sake #who decided that this is my problem #Steve you better give me a hand here #vera volkov #the winter widow #marvel oc #marvel rp #mcu rp

[celandeline]

Pretty Handsome Awkward (Eddie Munson x Reader) (Smut)

If you wanted to get your hands on some bud at Hawkins, you had a couple of options to go to.

There was Reefer Rick, of course - your general sleazy twenty something with a shitty day job and a shittier car. There was Margot Roser - a junior who was really into art classes and had glasses thicker than a car windshield. A couple of the jocks would sell if they were short on cash, but by far the safest and best priced option was Eddie Munson - your dealer of choice.

Unlike Rick, he never made you feel uncomfortable. Unlike Margot, he had never judged your for buying. And unlike the jocks, he was actually friendly, occasionally waving to you in the hallways or saying hi in class. Definitely the best option out of the few available.

He made you look forward to buying your weed for more than one reason. It was always good to have weed (especially on a Friday before a long weekend, like today), and it was always good to see Eddie.

You flipped your notebook closed as the clock above the board hit three, and the bell sounded through the halls, signaling the end of the day. You rose from your seat, sliding your book back into your bag and joining the flow of your classmates leaving the room, spreading out into the hallways to their respective lockers.

You made your way to your locker, putting in the combination and opening the door, taking out the rest of the books you would need to bring home with you. Of course, you had no plans to touch any of them until Monday night, but it was good to be prepared.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” You responded automatically, recognizing Becca’s voice without having to turn and look at her.

“Doing anything tonight?” She asked. “Me and a few other girls were going to go see that new horror flick if you wanted to come. I could pick you up.”

“Depends on when it is.” You said. “Cuz I’ve got tutoring after school, so…” A lie, of course, but you weren’t going to just put and say you were going to a drug deal after school.

“Oh right…” Becca said. “We we’re going to go around four, but you’ll probably still be in tutoring huh?”

“Yeah.” You sighed, feigning disappointment. Sure, you would have liked to go to the movies with Becca, but you wouldn’t miss your weekly weed deal with Eddie for the world. “Definitely next time.”

“Yeah, next time.” Becca said. “I guess I’ll see you this weekend sometime then.”

“Totally.” You said, closing your locker and slinging your bag over your shoulder. “Call me when you want to make plans.”

“I will!” Becca said, heading off towards the doors that lead to the bud circle. “See you!”

“Bye!” You said, turning to head the opposite direction, towards the back of the school.

The walk to the secret little picnic table where you met Eddie wasn’t long - you traveled the halls until you reached the double doors next to the gym, and then it was a simple trek down the hill and into the woods behind the school. You had walked the path enough that it was familiar.

Eddie was already waiting for you as you approached the table. Catching sight of you, he smiled. “Fancy running into you here, huh.”

“Come here often?” You returned, letting your bag slide off your shoulder and sitting on the bench across the table from him, returning the smile.

Just seeing Eddie was enough to make your mood lift. His goofy smile, his big brown eyes, the frizzy hair that he played with often - it was safe to say that you had always had a little crush on him. It was a small thing - the sort of crush that one might develop on a stranger on the street. But it was still there, sending little butterflies through your stomach every time you sat down to buy weed from him.

“Same amount as usual?” Eddie asked, popping open the black tin box he constantly carried with him.

“Yup.” You said. You never bought more than enough to get you through a week - both to keep your use under control and as an excuse to see Eddie at least weekly. Plus, it was kinder to your wallet.

Eddie popped open his box and you dug your wallet out of your pocket, opening the clasp to sift through the bills. You pulled out two twenties, laying them on the table and looking for the extra ten you needed to finish paying. But all you found was two singles.

Eddie slid a little bag over to you and scooped up the money in the same fluid motion. “I’m missing ten, sweetheart.”

“I can give you two.” You said, shooting Eddie your sweetest smile.

“Wow.” Eddie’s eyebrows shot up. “Really?”

“I’m sorry!” You said. “I thought I had enough but I guess I must have spent it on something else! I get paid next Friday, so I can give it to you then-“

“This is unprecedented.” Eddie said, grinning at you. “You always have the money.”

“Can’t I get a discount or put it on credit or something?” You asked.

Eddie paused, thinking. “Well, you are one of my most loyal customers…”

“I would argue the most loyal.” You said.

“Tell you what.” Eddie said, folding his arms on the table. “I’ll let you have the stuff-“

“Sweet!”

“- on the condition that we smoke the ten you can’t pay for right now.” He finished.

It wasn’t an awful proposition- you’d still be getting your weed, you’d just have to share some. And it was Eddie. While you’d never smoked with him before, you couldn’t imagine that he’d be bad company.

“I’ll take that.” You said.

Eddie grinned. “Awesome.”

-

“Can I tell you a secret?” The words slipped out of your mouth as you thought them, no regard for how they would be received. You were too high to care.

Eddie exhaled smoke into the air, sprawled out on the table. “Tell me.”

You leaned back in your seat, resting your back against the edge of the table and your head on Eddie’s stomach. Giggling, you spat it out. “I have a mini crush on you.”

Eddie sat up slightly. “What for real?”

“Yeah for real.” You said, sitting up to look at him. “You’re like, cute. And nice to me. And you sell me weed for cheap.”

“Yeah, but all that doesn’t mean you have a crush on me.” He said.

“Pretty sure it does.” You said. “Cuz I definitely have a crush on you.”

A moment passed, and you stole the joint back from Eddie, taking a hit and exhaling it up into the branches of the trees above you. You weren’t really expecting him to say anything about it, but you just figured he should know. Seemed like the polite thing to do.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Eddie asked, breaking the silence.

“Yeah.” You said.

“I kind of have a little crush on you too.” He admitted slowly, watching your face.

“That’s crazy.” You said, grinning. “We both have crushes on each other.”

“Pretty weird.” Eddie agreed, shifting on the table to slide off and plop down onto the bench next to you. The smile on his face stretched from ear to ear. “How is this the first time we’re smoking together?”

“Dunno.” You said, taking another hit. “I guess it just never happened.”

Eddie leaned closer, stealing the joint from your hand and putting it between his own lips. “Shame. We could have been doing this every week.”

“Well, we’re doing it now.” You said.

“Yeah.” Eddie placed a hand on your thigh. “C’mere.”

You leaned closer to him, letting him place his other hand under your jaw and guide your lips together. It was only a moment before he was breathing smoke into your mouth, letting you steal the hit. You held it for a moment before leaning back, exhaling with wide eyes.

“That was hot.” You said.

Eddie swallowed, his eyes stuck to your lips. “You wanna do it again without the smoke?”

“Yeah.” You said, voice barely above a whisper.

Eddie crushed your lips together, kissing you. You met his energy, deepening the kiss almost immediately. Between the pleasant buzz of the weed and the fact that it was him kissing you, you felt like you were floating.

Eddie groaned low in his throat, hands falling to the small of your back and pulling you halfway into his lap. You finished the job, swinging your leg over to straddle him.

“God.” Eddie said, breaking the kiss to tip his head back slightly and look you in the eye. “You’re like… really pretty. And sitting on my lap. And we just kissed. This is crazy.”

You giggled, leaning forward to sling your arms around his neck. “Yeah.” You agreed. You were sitting on Eddie Munsons lap, having just kissed him.

Your thoughts were broken when Eddie started mouthing at your neck, leaving wet kisses under your ear and trailing down to your collarbone. You let out a shaky breath, tipping your head back. “Fuck.”

“Yeah?” Eddie asked. “You wanna?”

You giggled, looking back at him. “I don’t have a condom or anything. And we’re in the middle of the woods. At school.”

Eddie wriggled under you, reaching into his back pocket to pull out his wallet, flipping it open and sliding out a condom. “Gotcha covered babe.”

“We’ll in that case…” You wiggled on Eddie’s lap, beginning to grind against his crotch.

Eddie hummed low in his throat, eyes dropping to half mast as he watched you work yourself over his jeans. You could feel him getting hard underneath you, dick beginning to poke at the denim covering it. It hadn’t even taken a full minute for him to get hard.

“You’re so hot.” Eddie said, winding a hand behind your neck to pull you back down to him, pressing his lips to yours in a sloppy kiss. You let him, stopping your grinding to focus on kissing him.

“So are you.” You said. You could feel your heartbeat between your legs - a surefire sign that you were violently turned on. You weren’t surprised though - it was Eddie, after all. You ran your hands through his hair, playing with the curls. “I’ve always wanted to do that.”

“You could have just asked.” Eddie said, tipping his head so that his hair cascaded down his shoulders, letting you play with the waves.

“Would’ve been weird before.” You said, beginning to grind again.

Eddie stopped you with a hand on your hip, the other working at the button of your pants. “Help me out here, would ya?”

“Sure thing.” You said, getting up from where you were straddling him to easily shuck your pants off, leaving them on the table. You watched as Eddie’s eyes skipped down your legs and he sucked in a breath. “You too.”

“Yeah, okay.” Eddie said, getting up to slide out of his jeans, tossing them where you had put yours. His hard on was even more evident now that he was just in his boxers, dick making a tent in the fabric.

Placing a hand on your hip, Eddie sat back down, pulling you back down to straddle him. “This can’t be a one time thing.”

“Definitely not.” You said, getting back to business pulling the top of Eddie’s boxers down to free his dick. Taking a hand, you wet it with your mouth before wrapping it around him, stroking slowly.

Eddie breathed out a sigh, tipping his head back for a moment. “Fuck.”

You hummed low in your throat, enjoying watching his reaction. He was so pliant like this, almost putty in your hands.

Not all the way though. Eddie snaked a hand into your underwear, feeling around. Even just the exploratory touches made your blood thrum, and you bit your lip to keep from whimpering. Maybe it was the weed, but you felt extra sensitive. Or maybe it was just the effect Eddie had.

“Shit.” Eddie said, beginning to really stroke. He didn’t even have to look to know what he was doing.

“What?” You breathed, leaning forward to mouth at his neck.

“You’re like, really turned on.” He said. “It’s hot. When you said you had a crush on me I didn’t really believe you but like, shit, I’m feeling it.”

“So are you.” You said, stroking him a little faster. Eddie keened at the motion, thighs shaking a little.

“Fuck,” He breathed. “Fuck fuck fuck- you gotta stop or I’m gonna bust.”

You slowed to a stop until you were just holding his dick. “Isn’t that the point?”

“I don’t wanna be done.” Eddie said, reaching for the condom he’d pulled from his wallet. “I haven’t got to fuck you yet.”

It was your turn to bite back a groan as Eddie began to finger you, stretching you open in preparation. He leaned forward, attaching his teeth to your neck and sucking a patch of skin into his mouth. You sighed shakily, the feeling making you clench around his fingers.

“God you’re so hot.” Eddie said, lips moving against the bruise he’d just sucked into your neck. “You’re so beautiful, and nice and it’s crazy that you even talk to me-“

“God shut up.” You groaned, fucking yourself back against Eddie’s fingers. “Of course I talk to you idiot, you’re one of my favorite people ever.”

Eddie just about whimpered at that, sliding another finger into, really stretching you open now. You could feel his dick jump against your thigh, a reminder of just how badly you wanted him.

Leaning close to his ear, you whispered, “Please fuck me Eddie.”

Eddie pulled his finger from you then, reaching for the condom he’d pulled earlier and tearing open the foil. In one fluid movement, he rolled it onto his dick, stroking a few times.

You raised yourself up onto your knees more, one hand going to wrap around Eddie’s dick again, lining him up. You sunk down slowly, feeling him stretch out your insides to fit. You groaned in unison at the feeling.

“God.” Eddie said. “Holy shit. Fuck.”

“Gonna last?” You asked, beginning to rock your hips against his gently.

“Maybe not.” Eddie said honestly. “You feel really fucking good.”

“Better fuck me while you can then.” You said.

Eddie groaned again, arms wrapping around your waist as he began to buck up into you, eyes falling shut and mouth falling open. You breathed in sharply, savoring the stretch of your hole around him and the feeling of him bottoming out inside you, reaching far inside.

“Fuck, Eddie.” You said, head falling against his collarbone.

Eddie just whimpered, keeping a steady tempo. Between the weed in your system and the fact that it was him, you could feel the pleasure growing as he continued, pooling in your gut and causing you to begin to clench down.

“Mmm not gonna last.” Eddie gritted out.

“It’s okay- oh!”

Eddie ran a hand down your front, beginning to rub and stroke in tandem with his thrusts, coaxing the pleasure out faster and more intensely. Maybe you weren’t going to last long either…

“Shit.” Eddie panted, somehow fucking into you harder, borderline slamming into you. It was the change in speed that tipped you over the edge, your thighs shaking as you came. It didn’t take him long to follow you over the edge, fucking into you a handful of times before you felt him twitch and still.

For a moment, you both sat there in silence, still connected at the groin. It was Eddie who spoke first.

“That was really good.”

“Agreed.” You said, getting back up on your knees so Eddie could slide out. He pulled the condom off, tying the end and setting it aside.

“So.” He said, looking up at you.

“So.” You repeated.

“We should hang out this weekend.” He said. “Maybe we could go to dinner or something.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “Are you asking me out on a date?”

Eddie returned your grin, sheepish. “Maybe?”

You pretended to ponder before pressing a kiss to his lips. “Yes.”

“Wait, really?”

“Of course, Eddie.”

#eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #stranger things 4 #stranger things s4 #st4 #stranger things season four #eddie x you #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #stranger things smut

[pippfitzamobi]

updated cast list

Pippa Fitz-Amobi - Emma Myers

Ravi Singh - Zain Iqbal

Cara Ward - Asha Banks

Zach Chen - Raiko Gohara

Lauren Gibson - Yali Topol Margalith

Leanne Fitz-Amobi (pips mum) - Anna Maxwell Martin

Victor (pips dad) - Gary Beadle

Elliot Ward - Matthew Baynton

Naomi Ward - Yasmin Al-Khudhairi

Sal Singh - Rahul Pattni

Andie Bell - India Lillie Davies

Becca Bell - Carla Woodcock

Nat Da Silva - Jessica Webber

max hastings - Henry Ashton

Daniel Da Silva - Jackson Bews

Emma Hutton (Andie’s friend) - Georgia Aaron

Jake Lawrence (Sal’s friend) - Ephraim O.P. Sampson

Toby Hastings - Adam Astill

Rosie Hastings - Annabel Mullion

Stella Chapman - Mitu Panicucci

Ruby Foxcroft - Orla Hill

Dylan - Matthew Khan

Jesse Walker - Oliver Wickham

- im not 100% sure who jason bell is but i remember the photo of him and emma so vividly

#a good girls guide to murder #agggtm #pippa fitz amobi #ravi singh #emma myers #book tumblr #anna maxwell martin #matthew baynton #agggtm updates

[teenwolfmarvel-obsessor]

And They Were Twins

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Anonymous Request: Hi! Could you do an angsty, kinda Twin! Reader x brother best friend! Stiles? Where Scott’s not been a great brother and is never there for her, and Stiles notices and confronts him. (I swear I don’t want Scott to be evil; I just had a lightbulb moment today).

Summary: Being twins has its ups and downs. For you, it mainly consists of multiple 'downs'. You and Scott, your twin, were always close growing up, but since starting high school, he changed. He began not supporting you, not attending your track meets, and just overall not being there for you. Your best friend, Stiles, takes notice of it and doesn't hesitate to confront Scott, his other best friend.

Notes:

Y/N/N: Your Nick Name

You're a part of Beacon Hills' track team ;)

Warnings: slight language

Stiles Stilinski x-reader

(Third Person View)

Y/N stood in front of the mirror, putting her hair away from her face. She had exactly one hour until she had to leave for her track meet. Y/N overslept a bit but managed to wake up before her mom got mad at her. Y/N adjusted the strap of her tank top. Her mom lightly knocked on her door.

"Yeah?" Y/N grabbed the maroon headband from her vanity. Melissa, Y/N and Scott's mother, opened the door. "Hey, ready for the meet?" she asked. Y/N nodded and pulled out a few strands of hair, so it framed her face. Melissa leaned against the frame of the door with her arms crossed.

She smiled at her daughter, admiring as Y/N quickly applied some makeup, not that she needed it. Y/N looked up at her mother and noticed her expression. "What?" she said. Melissa sighed and stood up straight. "Scott isn't able to make it to your meet," she said. Y/N's shoulders dropped at the news.

That would've been the fourth meet that Scott has missed. It seemed as of lately that he was never at her events. Like, when she had a choir concert her freshmen year, Scott never showed up. Or, when she won an award at a school program, Scott wasn't there.

Now, it was their senior year, and Scott continued. Stiles was really the only one who noticed, but Y/N insisted that it was fine, stating that she was used to it at this point. It didn't matter that she and Scott were the same age, Y/N looked up to Scott in a way.

But now, she was beginning to question if she should be looking up to him. "Oh," was all Y/N had to say. "I'm sorry," her mother said. Y/N smiled softly and went back to getting herself ready. Melissa kissed her daughter on the forehead.

Y/N's phone vibrated from beside her. Stiles' silly face popped up on the screen, telling Y/N that he messaged her:

Billinski: Hey! Good luck today. Me and my dad are on our way.

Y/N: Great!

Billinski: Is Scott coming?

Y/N: No

Bilinski: Y/N/N, that's like the fifth time.

Y/N: Fourth time

Bilinski: Doesn't matter

Bilinski: We'll see you there tho!

She smiled at his messages and put her phone down, getting up from her vanity. Y/N grabbed her bag, dropping an extra pair of clothes and some other things she thought she might need. Her mother was waiting in the living room, playing some random game on her phone.

"Ready," Y/N said, slipping on her sneakers. Melissa grabbed her purse, and the two of them set off to the rival school. Y/N sat in the passenger seat, wishing that Scott was sitting in the back, but part of her knew that would never happen.

It didn't take long till they pulled into the parking lot. Y/N got out first, telling her mom that she'd see her later. Y/N joined her friends on the side where their coach waited patiently. Sally and Becca, Y/N's teammates, high-fived Y/N as they walked over.

Their coach gave them his normal pep talk, reminding them who was doing each event. Y/N was happy that she was doing hurdles and distance medley, two things she was good at. A few minutes passed and it was time for the meet to start.

Y/N stood in her spot. Her friends stood on either side of her. She spotted her mom, Stiles, Mr. Stilinski, and Lydia in the stands. Stiles gave Y/N a thumbs up while Lydia screamed Y/N's name. Y/N smiled and turned her head to the man on the side.

He raised his hand, and the race started, beginning with the distance medley. Y/N started off slow before gaining enough speed to run past her opponents. She breathed in and out, controlling her breathing when she began to feel her legs ache. The end of the medley came, landing her in tenth place.

She rested her hands on her hips, catching her breath. Her family and friends cheered her on from the stands. Sally, Becca, and Y/N exchanged a fist bump before turning their attention to the other events. Next came the hurdles, Y/N's second and last event of the meet.

Y/N took a quick sip of her water before joining the other girls. She let out a heavy sigh, positioning herself like she always did. Then the whistle blew, and everyone was off. She jumped over each hurdle, careful not to brush the top. Y/N thought she was careful enough, but her foot collided with the top of the hurdle.

She stumbled forward, her arms meeting the track before the hurdle fell on her leg. The cheering of the crowd paused, along with everyone who was running the event. Y/N winced, trying to get the hurdle off her leg. Her coach and the nurse ran over to where Y/N sat.

The nurse set a hand on Y/N's shoulder, looking at her ankle. "Okay, honey, let's get you up," the nurse said. Y/N winced when she was lifted from the ground with the help of the nurse and her coach. Melissa didn't hesitate to run down the bleachers with the others following.

________

(Later At The Hospital. Third Person View)

Y/N laid on the hospital bed, her leg elevated. She hadn't realized how hard she hit her foot and leg on the hurdle, mainly focusing on how it felt to have everyone's eyes on her once she fell. Stiles and Lydia hadn't left Y/N's side since they arrived at the hospital.

Her mother was out speaking with the doctor. Thankfully, it didn't appear that Y/N had been severely injured, but it still landed her with a low chance of participating in another track meet or practice.

"How're you feeling?" Lydia asked.

Y/N sighed and shrugged her shoulders. Stiles walked into the room with some snacks in hand. "Okay, the cafeteria didn't have many options, but I got the ones that I think you'd like," he said.

Stiles dropped the snacks at the table and passed a bag to Y/N. She chuckled, opening the bag of chips. "Any news?" he asked. "Not yet. Mrs. McCall is out speaking with the doctor," Lydia answered. Stiles nodded and sat on the bed, making sure he didn't sit on Y/N's foot.

They sat in silence for a bit, listening to the TV in the background. Lydia had put on a terrible Soap Drama but insisted that it was worth the watch. "Have you heard from Scott?" Lydia asked. Y/N sighed again, shaking her head in response. Lydia nodded and didn't say anything, knowing that it wouldn't do well.

Of course, Scott hadn't responded to Y/N's calls or messages. Melissa was pissed, to say the least, even leaving her son different messages and phone calls. Y/N couldn't help but notice Stiles' demeanor change when she answered with just a nod.

He let out a long sigh and threw the half-eaten chip bag into the trash. Stiles grabbed his sweatshirt from the chair, taking out his keys and phone. "Stiles, where are you going?" Lydia asked him. "I'll be back," he said.

"Stiles," Y/N spoke. He looked over his shoulder at Y/N, his face softening at the sight of her expression. He walked over and lightly kissed her forehead. "I'll be right back. I just gotta deal with something real quick," he said. And then he left, confusing both Y/N and Lydia. Lydia shrugged her shoulders and leaned back in the chair.

Meanwhile, Stiles had surprisingly found Y/N's brother. He didn't know what he was going to say to Scott, but he knew what he was feeling, which was frustration. Stiles got out of his Jeep and walked over to the Lacrosse field.

There Scott stood, practicing with Isaac on the other side of the field. "Scott!" Stiles shouted. They stopped what they were doing to turn their attention to Stiles. Scott's brows furrowed with arms swaying from side to side, a hand still holding his Lacrosse Stick.

"I need to talk to you," Stiles said.

Scott looked at Isaac and then back to Stiles, whose brows were raised. "Can't it wait?" Scott remarked. "No," Stiles shook his head. Isaac left the two of them, making his way over to the locker room. It was silent for a second before Stiles broke that pause.

"What the hell is your problem?"

Scott turned to Stiles, his brows now furrowed. He dropped the Lacrosse stick to cross his arms. "You have no idea what you're doing, do you?" Stiles continued. Scott never responded. His arms crossed and brows furrowed said it all.

"Why aren't you ever there for Y/N?" Stiles said, "She does everything for you, yet you do nothing. Like, you missed her track meet for the fourth time. And, now, she's in the hospital. And, you would be there if you had known that."

Scott's face changed suddenly. Since starting high school, as usual with most teenagers, Scott's life changed but more unique than others. With everything that happened to him, Scott never realized how much of an impact it had on the people around him. And now, his twin sister was in the hospital.

Instead of him being in his own world, he'd actually be there for Y/N. Stiles watched as Scott thought to himself. "You're not even gonna say anything? I guess everything that I've said hasn't even made its way into your thick skull," Stiles remarked. Stiles left Scott on the field alone. He got back into his Jeep and headed to the hospital.

________

(Later)

"Good news, Ms. McCall," Doctor Williams said, standing beside the bed. Melissa held her daughter's hand as they listened to the doctor's update. "There doesn't appear to be anything severe. I would keep an eye out on it, it'll swell, but that should go down in a couple weeks," he said, "In the meantime, try to keep less pressure on it."

Dr. Williams explained a bit, stating that there would be a few bruises. Y/N smiled and sighed in relief. It would be a bit before she can join her track friends. Melissa left the room to sign out and get any medication that Y/N might need.

Scott walked down the hallway in his own thoughts. He felt guilty for not knowing about his sister's position. Scott lightly knocked on the door after finding out what room Y/N was in. She turned away from the conversation with Lydia and Stiles.

Her twin brother cleared his throat, hands stuffed in the pockets of his jacket. Stiles looked at Scott, a small smile appearing on his face when he knew that he had gotten through to Scott. He patted Scott on the shoulder as he left the room with Lydia behind him.

"Hey," Scott spoke softly. His sister sat up so Scott had more room to sit. He cleared his throat and broke the awkward pause. "I'm sorry, I don't know if it's too late," Scott said, "But I'm sorry for not being there."

He played with the frayed edge of his jacket. "I've been a complete asshole, and I know that," Scott said, "I guess... ever since I was bitten, everything around me changed. And that doesn't excuse what I've done to you and our friends, especially you."

Y/N softly smiled at her brother's apology. "And I promise that I'm going to be better, Y/N/N. I'm sorry, I really am," Scott finished. She set a hand on his shoulder.

Her action let Scott know that she accepted his apology. He was surprised that she even accepted it, but he was glad. She leaned over and hugged him. Scott sighed, hugging his sister tightly. "I love you, Y/N/N," Scott said. "Love you too," Y/N smiled.

#teen wolf #teen wolf season one #teen wolf season two #teen wolf season three #teen wolf season four #teen wolf season five #teen wolf season six #Stiles Stilinski #Stiles Stilinski x-readers #Stiles Stilinski imagines #Stiles Stilinski fluff #Stiles Stilinski angst #Scott McCall x-reader #Scott McCall imagines #Scott McCall fluff #Scott McCall angst

[sarahowritesostucky]

📖"Merry & Bright"

Part 3 - Family Fun Night

Merry & Bright Masterlist

Rated: Teen

Pairing: Bucky x Steve

Tags: a/b/o, omega Bucky, alpha Steve, kid fic, Karens

Summary: Bucky and Steve go to their daughters' school play.

(If your name is Karen, I'm sorry and sending warm hugs)

Bucky’s been able to ignore the encroaching Holiday season for longer than usual this year. 

Between the warm-ish fall weather and his continuing therapy appointments, the ceaseless calls from his publisher and that guy from Warner Brothers, and the move and the overwhelming demands of a newborn, it’s just hard to believe that it could already be Thanksgiving next week.

Steve’s next text coming through just about drives a bulldozer through that delusion:

Steve: Hey, I’m at the store right now. You want me to pick anything up for this ‘Friendsgiving’-extravaganza? I know Jarvis said he’s got it handled, but I feel like we should have backups for the girls? Just in case Tony’s picked out some sort of weird, avant garde menu? Becs really has her heart set on pumpkin pie. And Sarah, well …

Bucky: You could ask Pepper. I think we’re safe as long as there’s mac ‘n’ cheese and rolls. Anyway we’ve got over a week to sort it out.

Steve: … Babe, today’s Tuesday. We’ve got two days. 

Bucky immediately checks his phone calendar, and sure enough, Thanksgiving is this week, not next. Fuck. 

“Ohshit,” he breathes, eyes bugging out of his head as he realizes that this means tonight is the school play, not next Tuesday. “Fuck. Shit!” In his hands, his phone chimes.

Steve: So, pie?

Bucky texts back a harried ‘yes’, thinking that he’s got to get his butt back to the tower immediately. He very suddenly has only about nine hours before his children need to be fitted with their (as of yet not even near-to-finished) homemade costumes. Becca’s paper mache drumstick still needs spray painted, and Sarah’s supposed to be a scoop of mashed potatoes that Bucky still needs to find something to act as the pat of butter on top.

“Jarvis, help.” Bucky says as he hoofs it back in the direction of the tower. 

 Jarvis’ voice emanates from his phone: “Mr. Rogers. How can I be of assistance?”

Bucky rattles off the craft supplies they’re going to need. “And if you know anyone on Stark’s payroll who’s good with a needle and thread, that wouldn’t hurt either.”

It seems like only yesterday they were dressed up as Buzz and Woody, letting Bo Peep and a very bossy Jessie drag them around from house to house. They’d trick-or-treated in the Cobble Hill neighborhood where they technically don’t live yet but will soon, once the house is finished being refurbished. Bucky had carried Gabe strapped to his front as one of the Little Green Men alien squeaker toy thingies, and Steve had pulled a wagon along for when one or both of the girls inevitably became too tuckered out to—

Anyhow, point is: it feels like they were trick‘or’treating all of two seconds ago.

And now Thanksgiving is in two days? What the everloving fuck?

Bucky spends a very brief amount of time that afternoon being irrationally mad at his husband, as if it’s Steve’s fault that his pregnancy brain has apparently extended into the postpartum period and allowed him to lose track of time. He grumps privately that Steve should’ve somehow magically known that he was mentally operating in the wrong week, and should have thus alerted him that the holiday was imminent! Stupid Steve. What the hell is the alpha good for, anyway?

Later that evening of course, he realizes how ridiculous that is. He comes to terms with the fact that he’s actually upset with himself—partly because of the mad scramble he’s left with to get ready for Coulton-Chestor Preparatory Academy’s family fun night, but even moreso because of the 5k he now has to face up to in less than forty-eight hours. (What real, qualitative difference one more week of jogging in the park was really going to make, Bucky can’t say, but he’d been counting on it to help him work his confidence up about the whole ordeal.)

It’s not like he wouldn’t back out of it if he could, but he absolutely cannot back out. This is the first ever Brooklyn Bridge American Heroes Turkey Trot, co-sponsored by Stark Industries and Barnes Prosthetics (yes, Bucky is the genius who thought it’d be fine and dandy to plan a 5k less than half a year after giving birth). Together, he and Tony have started a foundation for veterans and civilian victims of the regime years, to help provide them access to the high quality, bio-integrative prosthetics that Bucky’s company makes.

Since it’s not exactly cheap to weld a robot arm onto somebody, Bucky and Tony have partnered with Wounded Warrior Project for this charity run; done to raise funds for vets who don’t happen to have a spare ninety grand lying around to fund their surgeries. The limbs themselves are, of course, all provided free of charge by Barnes Prosthetics, and the overall costs are at least somewhat ameliorated by various amenities provided by Stark.

As the visible face of the charity, Bucky’s got no choice: he needs to show up, show off, and show support. He’s expected to be there to make nice with all the other amputees who’ll be running, and to show off how happy and perfect his life is now that he’s got the Asset IV prototype cybernetic implant attached to his body. It is a bitchin’ arm, and Bucky is excited to get to hand one of those gigantic cardboard checks over to the Wounded Warrior guys, but he really, really wishes he’d thought to postpone the Foundation’s first run until next Thanksgiving. 

At least he’ll have Steve there with him, he thinks. His Alpha has promised not to outpace him to any embarrassing degree, Darcy is fine with keeping Gabe until they get back, and Tony has even arranged to have the girls set up for the Macy’s parade with a disgustingly VIP viewing situation on Central Park West. But aside from those few hours on Thanksgiving morning, Bucky’s daughters will remain under his purview for the holidays this year. 

And the hubbub begins with Family Fun Night that evening. 

Bucky alone has to deal with Sarah’s anxiety problems leading up to the curtain call for this stupid fucking school play. “Hold still, Honey,” he begs, speaking past the safety pin he’s got held between his lips as he kneels there and uses both of his hands to try and do a last minute costume fix. “Sarah I said hold still.”

“Fix it daddy, fix it!” 

He’s crouched next to his youngest daughter in the school’s hallway, trying to better secure the pat of “butter” (a folded yellow tea towel) to the top of her not-so-great mashed potato costume. Steve is off somewhere with the drumstick, helping her to not be scared about walking out on stage. “Baby, please. I can’t fix it if you keep moving around,” Bucky growls, but his frustrated tone only makes Sarah get more hysterical about her role in the play being messed up by a floppy tea towel. She starts to cry about how she doesn’t want to do this anymore. 

“Sarah Winnifred, I swear to God, if you don’t hold still, you’re gonna have a new hole poked in your head!”

He and Steve sit proudly in the fourth row back and watch the play that their children’s overpriced prep school is putting on before it lets out for Thanksgiving break.

At the end of the final song, when all of the students are lined up on the stage like a demented paper-mache buffet of human-sized food items, bowing hand in hand, Steve and Bucky rise with all the other parents for a standing ovation, humongous smiles plastered on their faces. Steve tries to do a finger whistle with middling success, then he leans over to Bucky’s ear and cheerfully whispers, “That was so dumb!”

Bucky laughs, still clapping and beaming with absolute pride for his daughters. “Yeah it was friggin’ awful!” 

The curtain falls, and he and Steve exit the auditorium to go backstage and congratulate the girls. A very excited drumstick and mashed potatoes run up and start talking over each other to tell their fathers all about the play that they just performed. “Papa! Daddy! Did you see me?! Did you see my song?!!” 

“What about meee?!”

“Sure did, Becs. You were really good!” 

“The best turkey drumstick ever.”

For being such excellent thespians and to celebrate their acting debut, they present the girls with two foil-wrapped tulips that they bought out in the lobby. Becca especially, seems very proud of her flower, twirling in her drumstick costume and holding it to her nose again and again. Bucky’s smile wavers with emotion as he gets that warm, shot-of-whiskey feeling once again, and he remembers that Life is Good. He catches Steve’s eye from over top of the mashed potatoes, and they share one of those silent “I Love You” moments. Steve shoots him a wink.

It being family fun night, Darcy appears as planned and ushers the girls away to go change back into regular clothes before they head over to the kids’ party in the gymnasium. Meanwhile, Steve and Bucky go to the reception that’s been put together for the parents. Bucky isn’t super keen on attending, but he promised the girls that they could play games with the other kids for at least an hour, so he and Steve make an admirable attempt to mingle amongst the other parents.

Coulton-Chestor Preparatory Academy is an exclusive elementary school on the Upper East Side. Due to its sheer proximity to Stark Tower, and since bussing the girls all the way to Brooklyn for an entire year would’ve been too much of a hassle, Steve and Bucky chose to enroll them there. It’s only temporary, until the renovations on the Cobble Hill house are complete and they’re able to move back to Brooklyn. Bucky is looking forward to being able to walk his children the two picturesque blocks between their house and the neighborhood school each day.

But until then, it’s the more snobbish parents and overzealous PTA moms of Coulton-Chestor that he has to navigate at functions such as tonight’s. Bucky’s been taking some time off work ever since things got very pregnant-and-miserable in about month eight, but he still considers himself a working father, and as such there is an awkward disconnect between him and the more … involved stay-at-home parents who surround him at the reception.

At least there are hors d’oeuvres and cocktails, which give him something to do with his hands. Steve starts chatting with a few of the parents who are running the silent auction, and Bucky avoids getting drawn into bidding on overpriced theater tickets by heading over to the refreshments table. He’s just finished loading up on a bunch of mini quiches and cocktail weenies, when the one person he’d hoped to fully avoid at this function makes her attack. Bucky turns around with his little plate of foot and startles as he’s suddenly faced with a familiar, blonde-haired woman. 

“James!” She’s got a tea-length dress, an overly-whitened smile, and a ponytail that’s been curled to within an inch of its life. It’s Karen.

(No, her name is literally Karen.)

And in Bucky’s limited experience with her, she has an uncanny ability to make every social interaction the exact opposite of what Bucky would like it to be. It’s just a gift some people have.

She swoops in with two other omega parents by her sides, introducing them as “Jill” and “Nate.” Bucky plasters on a smile to match hers while she air kisses his cheeks in that way that rich people who think they’re cultured always do.

“You made it,” she coos, acting pleased to see him. In all fairness, she might be. Bucky’s never point blank told the woman that he finds her insufferable, and she always seems to make a beeline for the more well-to-do parents. Ever since she found out that Bucky and Steve not only rub shoulders with Tony Stark, but are actually living with him, she’s been eager to make Bucky one of her besties. “It’s been too long. How are you, darling?”

“Oh, you know,” Bucky says, gesturing with his plate of cocktail weenies. “Hanging in there.”

“And how is that gorgeous new baby of yours doing?” she asks, nudging Jill to announce, “James is married to Commander Rogers. They have three children.”

Jill and Nate make a polite fuss over that, while Bucky tries to act gracious and think of a way to correct Karen that “Commander” isn’t Steve’s title, and if he ever hears her referring to him as such, he’ll be offended. “How is your family doing?” Bucky asks, more to get the topic off himself rather than due to any real interest. 

Like most of the Coulton-Chestor moms, Karen is married to a well-to-do Alpha, has precisely one child, and spends her time trying to climb as high in Manhattan “Mommy” society as possible. Having a living child at all is automatically a foot up in terms of social standing, Bucky’s learned, and the moms of Park Avenue lord their accomplishments higher than most. Most times Bucky’s met her, Karen’s been wearing diamond solitaires with designer workout clothes and brandishing her own fertility like a damn merit badge. 

Karen brags about her son for a few minutes, and when it seems like everyone in their small group is necessitated to take a turn with regards to their own offspring, Bucky throws some random fact out about how the girls have been doing. Jill and Nate start gushing over Bucky’s grand accomplishment of having three kids, which is practically unheard of. 

“You must be so proud. How lucky to have three healthy children!”

“What were yours in the play?” Jill asks, and she seems friendly enough so Bucky makes an effort to tell her about how he’s responsible for the turkey leg and the mashed potatoes. She giggles and nods and says her son was one of the pumpkins.

“Oh, ha, yeah. They had quite the little dance routine, didn’t they?” 

Bucky’s smile turns annoyed when Karen feels the need to point out, “Yes! And your little Rebecca kept up alright, didn’t she? She seemed able to follow along with the other kids quite well!”

“Yes,” Bucky says peevishly. “She’s very talented.” 

“Isn’t it wonderful here? I just love how inclusive Coulton-Chestor is,” Karen simpers. She turns to the other moms and starts telling them about how Becca is in her son’s “regular” class, and how she’s always so sweet, and so helpful to the other students. She talks about Becca like she’s a little mascot, or a class pet, and it rankles Bucky’s nerve to no end.

Since the fertility crisis began, there’s been more stigma placed on children with any sorts of disabilities, and Bucky’s had to deal with a lot of thinly-veiled prejudice due to his daughter’s special needs ever since he started advocating to get her into the same high-quality school programs as Sarah. The public school system still hasn’t recovered, and with limited slots available in all childcare-related fields these days, people are more ruthlessly competitive for their children than ever before. 

“Yes, we like it here,” Bucky agrees. “Though we’ll be switching to a different school next year, when we move to the new house over in Brooklyn.”

“You’re not leaving The Tower?” Karen gasps, as if that’s the most horrible, ludicrous decision. Given that she makes it sound like Bucky and his family are choosing to move out of friggin’ Buckingham Palace, Nate and Jill predictably get curious and ask:

“The ‘Tower’?”

“Stark Tower,” Karen chirps, excited to tell the other two omegas, “James and his husband live there.”

 Nate’s eyebrows go up. “They live there. In the tower?”

“Oh yes! Didn’t you know? Why, they’re friends with the Starks.”

“Really? Oh, I’ve heard such good things about that Pepper Potts,” Jill gushes. “Seems like a lovely woman. How do you know her?”

Bucky smiles, pained. “Actually I knew Tony first. We work together.”

“You work?” Nate sneers. Bucky ignores him. 

“Yeah, I met Tony back during the, ah … well, during the regime years.”

“Gilead? Oh. Huh.”

(“Wonder what the Starks were doing, back then? Were they married then?”

“You never do hear what celebrities got up to during all that, do you?”

“No, you never do.”)

Bucky hums, not intending to get into a conversation about it, but Karen forces his hand by volunteering, “Wasn’t that all in your book though, James?” 

“Um,”

Karen enthusiastically tells the others, “He was one of those resistance fighters, can you believe it? That’s how he lost his arm.” (Everybody’s eyes not-so-surreptitiously fly to where Bucky’s left hand is sticking out of his sweater, holding onto the plate of hors d'oeuvres.) “And he was a vessel. His husband was one of the commanders down in Washington. That’s where they met!”

“Really?”

“Steve wasn’t a real commander …” Bucky hedges.

“Oh he wrote a whole book about it! You really must read it.” Karen rattles off the title and both Nate and Jill make sounds of recognition. 

“Ooh. You know, I’ve heard of that book.”

“Great,” Bucky mutters. He has to smile along politely and answer them as they start asking him fascinated questions, with Karen supplying details every time he tries to demure and change the topic to something less sensational. 

“He’s just being modest!” she simpers, laying her hand on Bucky’s arm in an overly familiar way. “James, tell them about how you were on the View.”

Bucky reluctantly does, and Jill and Nate nod along, enthused to hear about how he’s been on television and met the hosts of the show. “It really wasn’t all that exciting,” Bucky insists. “I wasn’t the main guest. They had, you know, real celebrities that went after me. Reese Witherspoon and stuff.”

“You met Reese Witherspoon?”

“No, no. I didn’t. I was only there for like, two minutes. It wasn’t even important.”

“Oh I don’t know,” Karen prods smugly. “A little birdy told me that Netflix was trying to buy up the film rights to your book.”

Bucky doesn’t even care, he openly shoots her a withering glare this time. “I can assure you that’s not true.” (It’s HBO, and it isn’t Bucky’s fault if she doesn’t have her details right.) 

Karen continues to gab to the other two parents about it anyway, insisting that some omega heartthrob actor whom Bucky has never heard of would be the ideal casting choice to portray him in the film version of his book. “And Chris Hemsworth. Oh! Wouldn’t he just be perfect to play your Steve?”

“Nobody’s making a movie out of it!” Bucky snaps, fed up with her incessant gossiping. “It’s not happening.” He looks around awkwardly at the end of his outburst, aware of Nate and Jill’s surprised expressions. “Um, I just mean: the studios were shopping around,” he mutters. “But I said no.” 

Of course this is very disappointing to Karen, and she tries to tell Bucky what a mistake that is, talking about how interested everybody would be in the subject matter. “I just saw an episode of the Dr. Phil show where they were talking about it,” she says. “They had wives and some of those vessels on. Even a commander.”

Bucky hums dispassionately. “Sounds like trash tv to me.” He’ll be damned if he lets Karen know he was asked onto that program as well. “Just people trying to make a spectacle out of it.”

Karen titters awkwardly and agrees, but Bucky can tell that she’s annoyed at him for shutting her gossip down. “Well, it’s all very controversial, of course,” she excuses. “And a commitment like that would just be so much more on your plate.”

Bucky nods, glad that she’s dropping it. “Yeah. Exactly.”

“After all, you’re already a working mother,” she says, saying ‘working’ all hurriedly and quietly, as if it’s something not to be mentioned. “I’m sure you just want to focus on your family, now. With the new baby and all.” 

“Congratulations,” Jill gushes. “Did you have a boy or a girl?”

“A boy. Gabe. He just turned four months old last week.”

“Oh, how wonderful.”

“Another omega for your family?”

“No, Karen,” Bucky says, annoyance audible in his voice. “We haven’t had him tested. We’re just going to wait and find out the old fashioned way.”

“Oh. I see.”

They all seem taken aback, because it’s very rare for a newborn not to be tested for designation these days. Much to Bucky’s chagrin, gender roles only seem to be becoming more emphasized than ever. Jill chuckles awkwardly and tries to lighten the mood. “Well, that’s so progressive of you. Dan had our little Archie in an alpha playgroup by the time he could crawl, I swear.”

They all titter over that, and Bucky tries to scan the room for any sight of Steve without being too obvious in what he’s doing. He spots him over by the punch bowl. “Um, I’m sorry,” he excuses. “I think I see my husband calling me.” He starts to make his escape, but Karen grabs him just as he’s turning.

“Oh, James, wait! We wanted to ask if you’d help us plan the Winter Gala.”

“Oh, I uh.”

“We’re going to have the children do a nativity scene. And I was thinking a candlelight service. Wouldn’t that just be picturesque?”

Bucky makes a face. “Sorry, Karen. My family isn’t very religious.”

“Oh, no but it’ll be interdenominational!” she insists with a big grin. “You celebrate Christmas, of course!”

“No.”

“... No?” 

“Not really,” Bucky grunts. “I mean, we do a tree and a menorah and all that, but ..."

“Menorah?” she says, and the way she squinches her eyes sets Bucky’s nerves on edge. “You’re not Jewish?”

Bucky pulls his arm back to himself. “Culturally, yes. Steve’s family is Catholic, mine’s Jewish. But we’ve decided that organized religion isn’t what’s right for our family.”

“Oh! But you can still come to the church service!” Karen says brightly. “It’ll be—”

“We’re not religious,” Bucky blurts out, sick of stepping around the issue and having lost his patience. He’s tired of politely fielding other people’s invitations for him and his husband and children to come and check out ‘this congregation’ or that, and figures he’ll just squash any chance there might be of him actually getting roped into planning holiday festivities with the Coulton-Chestor evangelical set. “We’re pretty much raising the girls Atheist,” he tells Karen, watching as her smile flickers like a bulb hanging on by its very last filament. He feels a degree of nasty satisfaction at having perturbed her. 

Disturbingly, the Christian Right has continued to grow in popularity—culturally, if not politically—these past few years, and Bucky has very little tolerance for it (he tried to show tolerance before the regime, and look how that ended up). He knows his family is in the minority, and it’s very apparent how this information makes the friendly light in even Nate and Jill’s eyes dim somewhat.

“I’m sure you’ll plan something great, though,” he excuses brightly, turning around to go and find Steve and see if it isn’t too early to make their escape. “It was nice catching up!”

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The last thing Willow wanted to do was sit down and talk to Becca. However, she knew she had to. This conversation had been a long overdo. Especially their venomous little exchange at the mall. It had been a full calendar year since Becca leaked nude photos, texts, and a video of Alec and Willow.

Willow had been devastated by this. Her reputation that she built over seven years of kindness and hard work had been destroyed in a matter of seconds. And by petty revenge porn no less. That was the final straw for Willow in her Becca tolerance.

Not that she had much tolerance to begin with. Becca has been rude to every one from her friends, to Willow, and especially Alec. Who had been abused physically, mentally, and emotionally by her. And it didn't always use to be this way.

When she first met Becca, she was a smiley faced grass green scrunchie girl. Who her, Ava Everett, Davienne, Ashley Vox, and Delmi Exo tried to take under their wing. That had gone down hill as soon as she got with Alec. Funny how Alec had a way of making things go down hill.

Course, back then Alec was nowhere near the man he was now. He was an angry rude punk. Nevertheless, it had been a bad situation. Willow's not completely innocent either, she'll be the first to admit, she got Alec by way of cheating.

Alec was taken, she still slept with him, and even lived in the place Alec and Becca had lived in for a month almost two years ago at this point. It was a very sticky situation. Which is why it needed to be talked out. So, Willow invited B3cca to a rooftop lounge to talk. Cause if they were gonna hash this out, Willow was gonna need a drink.

Willow nervously ran her hand through her curls one more time before hearing the waitress lead her to the table. She stands up and comes face to face with Becca. "Hey." She says with a nod before side stepping to let her sit down.

Willow points to the chair across from her for Becca to sit in. When Becca has a seat Willow does too. For a minute there's silence. She's thought about this for so long now and she doesn't know where to start.

"So, would you like to start or should I?"

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#[chit chat becca]