#everest series

[an-organized-confusion]

I got recognized at a funeral, thanks to this podcast.

Liam, "Well There's Your Problem Podcast"

[chibifox2002]

Wait oh my goodness you like AMULET??? Holy moly I've never seen another Amulet fan in the wild

Good to know there's more of us out there!

YUUUSSSS OMG!!!!

BUT FR THIS SERIES HAD ME IN A CHOKEHOLD IN 6TH GRADE AND HIGHSCHOOL!!!

I HAVE ALMOST EVERY BOOK IN THE SERIES, I JUST NEED THE LAST ONE WHEN IT RELEASES!!!

TAKE SOME BLORBOS WITH MY FAVORITE SHORT KING!

[justkending]

Everest. Epilogue.

Series Summary: She was done and retired. After Thanos and after the battle of a lifetime, she had called it quits and had distanced herself from the Avenger lifestyle. But word finds her that someone from her past is in danger. What the journey entails was never one she wanted to face nor one she saw becoming her reality again. The rollercoaster that comes with fighting evil odds arrives on her doorstep not leaving much room for a no…

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced Reader

Word Count: 5200+

A/N: So sorry this didn’t post when I planned for it to. I had finished it and just before posting, went back to scratch some of how it ended. I’m a lot happier with this ending and I’m hoping I did this fic the justice it deserved. So without further ado, here is some cute Bucky and Y/N moments following a year after the last chapter. (Also, if you would like for me to do a short drabble on Tony and her making up, please let me know. I have an idea for it, but felt awkward adding it in here as it didn’t fit the vibe I was going for.) XOXOXOXO

UPDATED A/N 1/27/24 (I have rewritten this chapter, but it has not been proofread, so ignore any typos and such :)

Chapter 17:

A little over one year later.

"Buck?"

"Yeah!"

Bucky had been in the kitchen with Ryker at his side as he moved some pans with dehydrated orange slices off the stove and to the kitchen table.

"Have you seen my hat?"

"Which one?" he asked, placing the filled kettle on the front burner and igniting the flame.

"The one you made me," she shouted from one of the rooms in the back of the house.

He chuckled and playfully rolled his eyes at the comment before adjusting the flame and blowing out the match he had struck.

"You don't have to wear it," he shouted. "Even out of the kindness of your heart-"

"You gifted it to me. I get to choose when I'm going to wear it." Her attitude was not lost through the walls she was yelling through.

"It's barely halfway done. Or done correctly," he exclaimed.

He could hear her footsteps getting closer and leaned back on the counter with his ankles and arms crossed, knowing she'd be coming through the threshold to the kitchen in seconds.

"It's perfect," she came in with it on her head, showing that even his hiding it wouldn't keep her from flaunting the self-made gift.

"It's holey," he countered with an amused smirk. "It won't do the job it was attempted to be made for."

He wasn't wrong. It was the first thing that Y/N had shown him how to crochet, and it was patchy and awkwardly fit around the crown of her head. He had attempted a few other projects in the needlework field and had gotten better, but nowhere close to the kind of things Y/N would create.

He had truthfully only joined the hobby as a form of quality time with her. They would sit on the couch together at night with the fire going and talk while she attempted to coach him through the stitches she had spent years memorizing, to the point she could make a whole blanket for someone Bucky's size in under a day.

And out of all the things he made, she always went with the first amateur hat he had butchered.

"Good thing I don't actually need the extra heat. Energy fields," she wiggled her fingers dramatically with a smirk of her own.

"God, you're like a second Steve sometimes with how dorky you can be," Bucky shook his head, going to get two mugs out.

"Eh, I'll take that as a compliment. You know you love it," she shrugged, moving toward the oranges. "These turned out nice."

Bucky hummed after looking back to see what she was talking about and proceeded to get the green powder ready for their drinks.

"What's next with that project?" he asked, measuring things out precisely. She had learned he was quite fastidious with things concerning precision or quality.

"I'm going to thread them through a string and hang them up as a garland for decoration and such. I need to add some cloves and cranberries throughout it. And probably some cinnamon, too... A few herbs for extra precaution."

"Precaution?" Bucky furrowed an eyebrow.

"Witchy things," she turned back to him. "The oranges represent the sun, which represents letting light in during cold and dark seasons like Winter. The cloves are to welcome protection and prosperity, and they banish evil."

"What about the cranberries and cinnamon?" Bucky questioned.

He had learned he loved when she went on about the meanings behind all the simple yet purposeful things the Earth had to share, especially when they related to historical backgrounds.

"Cinnamon can be used for multiple things, but for this specific project..."

She picked up an orange and bent it gently to test its density. "Keeps negative energies out. Helps me feel a little less tired on rainy and cold days. The cranberries are more for color, but if you want to put significance behind it, it heals and gives feelings of abundance and energy."

Bucky stared at her in silence as he added these new facts to the witch compartment in his mind he had created after meeting Y/N.

"Ryker, you ready to do our morning chores?"

Bucky snapped out of his thought process to see Y/N on her knees with her dog. It wasn't uncommon for her to spill extensive knowledge that most people don't have locked and loaded and then to carry on with her day as if she didn't constantly stump the 100-plus-year-old man.

Ryker let out a loud bark as his answer and started to sprint through the doggy door in the mudroom, loudly announcing his exit.

"I wish I got that excited about chores," she sighed, standing and brushing her knees off. She was wearing a signature outfit of her own mixed with an English farmer aesthetic and Scottish witch as she had labeled it.

"I'm gonna make breakfast, then I'll come help. Want anything specific?" Bucky asked, getting the creamer off the fridge.

"Hmm, yes! I'll go get the eggs, and we can do huevos rotos," she hummed at the thought of the breakfast she'd been craving since their last binge session of Top Chef.

"Already did it," he pointed to a halfway full basket designated for the eggs and their fragile state.

She looked back at the wired basket layered with a soft cloth inside, then back at him, but with a sneaky look. One he knew too well.

"Do you ever sleep?" she asked.

"When I want to," he shrugged, looking up at her for a second before going back to the hot drinks.

"What are you making?"

"Matcha tea latte with all the fixings," he responded casually. "Want anything else in it?"

"No, the normal is perfect," she nodded, grabbing a sweater off the back of a kitchen chair. "You know, you're slowly turning into me?"

"There are worse things in life to become," he winked in her direction before returning to the two mugs he was focused on.

"You were meant to be a comedian in another life. I just know it," she exaggerated a laugh.

"It's actually a decent side gig," he shrugged, stirring the last bits of the steaming drink before walking it over to her.

"Thank you," she smiled, taking it gently in her hands. "Wanna help with a few chores?"

"Let me grab a jacket," he nodded, taking a quick sip and running off to the guest room where his things were.

Over the last year, Bucky visited Y/N's place quite frequently. Sometimes, he would go on missions and help out at the compound, but a lot of the time, he found that he liked escaping to the cottage farmhouse life that Y/N had created for herself in the European countryside.

So much so that he had been staying here every night for the last month. He told Steve and the rest of the team he wanted to take a vacation from the job and asked Y/N if she minded him visiting for a more extended period.

Of course, she was happy for the company, especially someone she had become close friends with.

He helped around the house and voluntarily aided in chores with the farm, and in the end, they both liked learning and spending time with each other.

Was there something more to it all than just friendship? At least out loud, nothing had been said, but they cared for each other, looked out for each other, and sat and talked for hours about their life and the happy memories they created. Which was balanced out with deep emotional talks about trauma and things that tended to seem more complicated to talk about with others.

And even when it was silent, there was a comfortable essence between the two as they carried on with their life, happy to be in the same space as the other.

Yes, they were friends. Yes, they had a connection. Yes, they would stop everything they were doing to help the other.

It didn't need to be spoken into existence for the two to know there was something a little deeper than just friendship. They knew it. Hell, flirty compliments and conversations were had here and there, but as for the last year, they were enjoying the atmosphere of spending quality time with each other and getting to know each other as individuals first and foremost.

"Oh, we need to chop and bring in some more firewood tonight. It's going to get cold with the freeze coming," Y/N shouted toward the room as she drank from her tea and moved things around on the kitchen table. "And I want to get the barn set up so the animals can be comfortable with the weather change as well. May need to get Zazu's and the cow's stalls insulated with fresh hay and such."

"Consider it done," he answered, coming back into the room in a fleece-lined flannel over his long-sleeved henley.

"You're wearing my flannel, I got you," she grinned widely. He had learned she loved giving gifts, and he had learned how much he loved practical ones. As well as one bought with the thought of him in her mind.

"Too nice not to," he nudged her gently with his shoulder as he passed by her to put on his boots.

"I'm going to check on the coop and see if the insulation we put in yesterday is holding up. Meet me at the greenhouse?" She grinned.

"Meet you at the greenhouse," he confirmed, smiling back.

"Perfect."

"Perfect."

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Later that night, all day chores done and all the animals packed in the coziness of their homes, Bucky and Y/N sat on the couch with bowls of cranberries and mixed herbs to thread onto the garland.

"How long have you been doing this?" Bucky asked as she skillfully weaved a needle and string through the fruit and garnishes.

"It actually used to be a winter tradition with my family," she smiled, thinking back to a happy memory. "I doubt my parents knew of all the superstitions and intentions attached to it, but we would wrap oranges around greenery and sometimes some cranberries if the season allowed it. I just started modifying it to my preferences once I started doing it alone."

"So this is a 400-year-old tradition?" Bucky smirked.

"Call me out on my age, but yes," she laughed, putting her hand out for another citrus slice Bucky had been handing her.

"You look really good for your age," he jibed.

"I can say the same for you, Sarge," she toyed back.

That comfortable silence they had found healing followed. Y/N focused on her task, and Bucky focused on watching her. But just before he was caught staring, even if she could feel his eyes on her, he looked around the living room, taking in the comfort of her home and the fall decorations that would soon be outdated within a week as Thanksgiving was around the bend and Christmas was on the horizon.

Then, a question he never thought to ask came to the forefront of his mind.

"Did you celebrate holidays by yourself those five years?"

"Those five years and many more before," she answered simply as if the statement wasn't saddening.

He looked down at his hands full of dried fruit and then around at the home.

"What's it like?" He was genuinely curious.

She paused in her work and looked forward as if waiting for the answer to come to her.

"It's not my favorite... But it's an opportunity to make my own traditions. Well, Ryker and I make traditions," she shrugged, looking back to him and seeing the sympathy in his eyes.

She turned to look at Ryker cozied up on the love seat next to them, angled and closer to the heat of the fire.

"I'm sorry that you didn't have someone to-"

"Don't be. It happens. You live as long as me, and you gain and lose friends. It sucks, but you learn from it. You adapt to it," she shook her head.

He could tell her answer was true, but honesty did nothing to remove the heartache from the idea. To lighten the mood, he asked her a hopeful question.

"What kind of traditions did you come up with?"

She smiled at the redirection and continued on with her craft. He took notice of her gratefulness.

She hummed while thinking about what she should answer first. "Well, one of my favorite traditions is getting a new book on Christmas night and staying up until I finish it. Whether that be 3 am or the beginning of Christmas morning itself. But I didn't come up with that one. I learned it from a friend I made in Iceland. It's called Jolabokaflod."

"That's gibberish."

"Gibberish is just an excuse to say you don't know a language. Of which you know seven."

"Icelandic is not one of them."

"Svo virðist sem þú eigir eftir að læra," she replied, and he looked at her befuddled, and she paused her task to translate. "You have some studying to do."

"That I do, and of which you definitely have me beat out. You finish a book in a night, though?" Bucky chuckled, watching as she carefully added another cranberry and a mix of herbs like rosemary and sage.

"Yup," she popped her p. "I got the concentration of a steel trap. Most of the time..."

"Impressive," he nodded, leaning back into the couch as he looked at her from a new angle. "What about-"

"What about you?" She cut him off.

She was good at this. Anytime Bucky tried to learn something about her, she would counter the question back to him and declare a back-and-forth game of 20 questions. A silent declaration, but one that had become so routine that it didn't need a verbal acknowledgment.

It always reminded him of the first time she told him her story. In order to get answers, he had to answer some of her own questions. One of which rewarded him with surprise gifts from the candy Nerds on random occasions. He had deducted she had kept a stash of them somewhere or had them shipped to her specifically for him since they weren't sold locally.

The look he gave her when she peeked over her shoulder at him was one showing he knew what he trapped himself into. Not that he would ever try and find an escape from these types of conversations. They were some of his favorites.

"Let's see," he laid his head back on the back of the couch while Y/N stayed concentrated on the craft in hand.

The crackle of the fire grew in the center of the living room and was beginning to overpower the light sounds of a vinyl playing in the corner.

"What was a family tradition of yours?" she prodded.

He thought for a second. Then, one with his sisters made him smile.

"My siblings, all younger than me, and I would do a puzzle the night before Christmas. It would be my little brother and I and my two sisters against each other. The winner got the first cup of hot chocolate and got to choose what type of cookies we set out for Santa."

"Oh?" she hummed in comfort. "What kind of cookies would you all pick?"

He had to think for a second. It had been a long time since he'd had to think back to times like that. The celebrations stopped for multiple decades, and he just recently got back into some of the normality of being a regular person in the world.

"When it was my turn, I would pick molasses cookies," he softly grinned at the ceiling at the fond memory and how warm it made him feel inside. "When it was my brother's turn, it was oatmeal cookies with nuts and raisins." Y/N could feel his disgust for the specific cookie, but it fell at the joy the thought brought him. "My sister, Rebecca, who was about 4 years younger than me, chose a different one every time, but if she couldn't make her mind up, she'd always pick the orange drop cookie. And my youngest sister would always ask for Ice Box cookies because she loved baking them personally and giving them to strangers."

"I love that."

Bucky noticed that she was no longer sitting on the edge of the couch cushion for easier reach to the pieces of her garland. She was now sitting up with her back touching the side of the couch opposite of him and watching him as he rediscovered fond memories.

"My youngest sister was an angel compared to us. So much so, she got us started on a tradition of baking a mass amount of the winning cookie of the year and donating it to girls' and boys' homes in our area," he continued smiling at Y/N as she stared admirably at him.

"You must really miss her," Y/N spoke with a kind expression.

"I miss them all," Bucky sighed, slouching in his spot more. "I miss being naive and feeling like the Universe would protect me at all times and days and memories like these were closer in my past to me."

"That would be the dream, wouldn't it..." Y/N agreed after a minute of soaking up that truth that escaped his mind and joined them in the real world. "But here we are. Chosen by the Universe itself to be the protector we didn't have for ourselves."

Bucky thought about it, and she was right. It sucked how it all happened, but because of it, he saved lives while getting to fight alongside his best friend. There had been some really unfortunate trials and fights to get to this point, but he was alive, and he had more freedom now than he ever thought he would.

"Your turn," he nudged her shoulder, handing her the last slices of dehydrated oranges he had.

"Ok..." she thought, taking it and thinking back for a second. "Oh, for Thanksgiving at the compound, I would go to local small businesses in the New York area and buy all different types of foods from all kinds of ethnicities and have the whole team sit down and eat together. Of course, most of the time, it wouldn't be on the actual day of Thanksgiving since missions never take a holiday off. But when we had some time where I knew all of us would be there, I would set up the table and trick everyone into coming and enjoying each other's company."

"Sounds like a harmless trick to play on them," he grinned. "What was your favorite dish you brought?"

"There was this Mexican hole-in-the-wall restaurant that made bundles of tamales and tortillas. I would buy extra of those and freeze the tamales for after-Thanksgiving indulgences," she chuckled. "Wanda always liked a Sokovian desert that this one bakery had perfected. Steve and Sam would eat just about anything, but Steve more so for the experience of learning about different cultures. Sam did it 'cause I'm pretty sure his stomach is a bottomless pit."

"All of that sounds accurate," Bucky laughed, watching her as she put the supplies on the coffee table in front of them and got comfortable in her seat. "When was the last time you were able to do that?"

She looked to the fire, and he took the pause to hand her a blanket thrown on the arm of the couch by him. She thanked him before answering.

"It's been at least a decade now... If not longer," her tone sadder at the realization.

He noticed the drop in her voice and could tell that though she loved being out on her own and away from the world's chaos, especially in the city destined to constantly be a target, she missed simpler times with her friends. She missed those family-oriented holiday traditions. The normalcy that happens in between the chaos.

An idea sparked. One he wasn't sure he could pull off, but maybe... He'd have to wait until later tonight, when she was asleep, to make a call.

"Ok, your turn," she leaned her head on the back of the couch as they settled for a long night of back-and-forth questions.

"For Thanksgiving at my house, we'd always invite Steve and his mom over to join us. Then Steve and I would steal the wishbone and break it ourselves in my room," Bucky said with a nostalgic smile. "He always felt bad for stealing it, but my sisters were disgusted by touching a slimy bone, and our parents were too caught up in conversation to care."

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Like most nights, they stayed up late talking and talking about anything that came to mind and followed wherever the discussion went.

The next morning, when Y/N was the first one up for a change, Bucky smelled the sweet scent of cinnamon in the air.

"Look who finally decided to wake up," Y/N teased when she heard him shuffle in.

"Hard to sleep in when you wake up to the smell of," he moved to hover over her shoulder, and his nose proved was right. "Fresh baked cinnamon rolls."

"Yeah, after talking about our favorite breakfast foods last night, I couldn't stop thinking about them. So instead of attempting to go back to sleep, I got up and started baking," she shrugged, turning over her shoulder to point at something. "Can you hand me that jar of brown sugar?"

Bucky nodded, passing the glass jar to her. She noticed the coffee she had started over in a drip cylinder.

"No tea this morning?" he asked.

"Hmm?" She broke her concentration from the rising dough. "Oh, yeah. Well, it felt like a coffee kind of morning. Plus, I know you prefer that over tea."

"I don't mind tea," he noted as he grabbed a mug and started pouring the dark liquid into it. He hadn't wiped the rim of a glass once since coming here. She noticed, and every time, it made her combust with happiness at his trust and comfort in her how.

She had learned one night after asking about the routine that he was paranoid about being drugged or poisoned. It was a tactic Hyrda had used on some of their enemies, and having been the one to carry it out on a few occasions, he had always wiped the rim of a glass before using it. Here though? Here, he never felt that fear. Here, it was safe.

"Yeah, but you like coffee more." She opened the oven door and placed the pan of cinnamon-dusted rolls onto the hot rack.

Bucky nodded in agreement and leaned back on the counter as he took the first sip of the brown liquid.

"So, I have a few plans for today," she went on to explain. Grabbing her own mug, already half-drunk, she stood next to Bucky in the same stance along the counter. "I thought we could go into town and get some wood for a new project I want to do. You up for it?"

"What kind of project were you thinking?" he asked, looking down at her where their shoulders almost touched.

"I want to make a new built-in bookshelf in my room."

"Don't you already have multiple walls made for that? In your room, too? And it's already filled with books..." he grinned with a raised eyebrow.

"You're not making any opposing arguments that actually fight my reasoning. You just listed reasons why we need a new shelf. It's full," she bumped his shoulder with hers and took another sip of her coffee.

"We might as well just build an entire library onto your house," he laughed.

"Now, don't go tempting me with a good time," she scoffed, jumping to sit on the counter's edge.

Bucky laughed before turning and facing her.

"I'm more than willing to help. One condition, though," he bargained.

"Condition? Since when do we set conditions?"

"It's one that I think you'll be happy with in the end," he pinched her knee.

"In that case," she jeered, "please, go on."

"First, it includes packing a bag and trusting me that I would never put you in a situation that I didn't think you would be happy with," he answered with a gleam in his eye that he hoped would keep her trust in him.

"The wording of this condition worries me slightly, but I'm listening..."

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After discussing some of the key details of his plans, without giving too much away, he convinced her to pack a bag, and she took him up on his offer to fly her to a mystery location.

It was a long flight, but she was happy that Bucky had planned it once Y/N had figured out where they were headed.

"Y/N!" Lori shouted, coming down slowly from her porch.

"Lori!" she cheered back, running to embrace her friend carefully.

Bucky grabbed their luggage from their cab and thanked the driver as they reconnected. He smiled at the reunion, taking his time grabbing everything before he made his way toward the two.

"What happened to you visiting more?" Lori pulled back enough to see Y/N's face.

"Stop going on tours, and I will have some time to actually come to see you," Y/N sassed back.

"You make it sound like I'm an international popstar," the older friend chuckled, waving her off before turning to go back in the house.

"Might as well be. I'm surprised your book is just now blowing up even after being out for a few years." Y/N looked back, seeing Bucky close behind, and waited until he was closer to follow her. She offered help, but he shook his head, taking on the load himself. "How many TED Talks have you given now?" Y/N rolled her eyes at the stubborn man but had learned it was best just to surrender than argue when it came to his chivalry.

"I'm going to conferences and talking about my book on Education after the Blip. Not giving Ted Talks," Lori rolled her eyes, opening the front door and moving out of the way for her and Bucky.

"Sounds to me like you're giving motivational and educational talks to people who want to learn and understand a subject better. Last I checked, that qualifies as a Ted Talk."

"Oh, enough," Lori was quick to humble her. She smiled at her guest once they were in the house and their luggage was put to the side. "Less talk about me and more talk about you. How have you been?"

"More talk about you soon," Y/N opposed. "But I've been doing really well. It helps that this guy likes to give me visits and keep me from becoming a full-time hermit," she pointed back to Bucky with a wink.

"Correction. We've just turned into hermits together," he smirked back, taking up two of the larger suitcases with ease. "I'll get these sorted in the guest rooms, Lori. You ladies, go catch up." He did as said and disappeared, only coming down again for the remaining bags as Y/N and Lori moved toward the kitchen.

"You know, if I didn't know better, I'd think something is going on between you two," Lori whispered as she turned the corner, moving to a crockpot Y/N knew her famous hot chocolate sat in, waiting to be served.

"What makes you say that?" Y/N hummed, not quite denying, but also not giving into the trap she knew her friend was setting.

"Must I say," she chuckled, ladling a serving into a mug for Y/N. "I mean, I can give examples just from him planning this whole trip, him staying with you, and how he treats you as if those aren't obvious enough. But his eyes? His eyes tell all."

"It's," Y/N paused, looking at the entrance of the room, sensing he was still upstairs, though with his hearing, he could possibly still hear them. "It's been nice company. I'm not going to lie, though. There may or may not be some lingering stares and playful banter on the brink of flirting..."

"So things may just progress?" Lori grinned widely. "In all my time of knowing you, I haven't seen this kind of affection in your eyes."

"We have plenty of time for things to grow, Lor. As of right now, I'm just happy he hasn't gotten sick of me and still like hanging out with me at the cottage."

"Again, I state. With those eyes? You won't have to worry about that being an issue, my dear..."

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About an hour had passed of catching up, and two bottles of wine were polished off between the three. A knock at the front door sounded, and Y/N turned to a tipsy Lori, sipping out of her last glass.

"Are you expecting someone?" Y/N asked.

"Oh yes! They're here a touch early, but would you mind grabbing it, Y/N/N?" Lori asked as she went to the kitchen to grab something.

What Y/N didn't see as she left the room was the shared look that her older friend and Bucky had shared.

Before opening the door, she knew. She knew who was waiting behind it. And because of that, she opened it with a new sense of excitement.

"Wanda? Vision?" she questioned, caught off guard. "Wanda and Vision!"

"Hey, Y/N/N," Wanda chuckled before being thrown into a big bear hug alongside Vision.

"Oh my goodness..." she squeezed them. "I didn't think I'd see you guys so soon."

"Yeah, well..." Wanda chuckled, looking behind Y/N and seeing Bucky.

Y/N turned to see what she was looking at, and a surprised smile marked her mouth.

"This was you?" She turned to the brunette.

"Someone gave me the idea," he answered, with a shrug and hands in his pockets.

"Oh! And we brought that Sokovian sweet bread from that bakery that you always used to wrangle up," Wanda jumped in.

"You guys..." Y/N beamed, moving out of the way for the two to come in.

Everyone made their way to the kitchen, and as Y/N opened another bottle of wine for the newcomers, Vision mentioned going and grabbing something out of the car.

Minutes later, mid-sentence, Y/N perked up as the door opened. Wanda and Bucky shared a look that showed they knew she had picked up on the new presence.

Jumping around the corner to the entry, an elated shout rang.

"Nat! Banner! Clint and Laura!" The sound of her feet bouncing up and down on the wood floors sounded from the hallway.

Wanda chuckled while taking a sip as Y/N went about talking to the new group of people.

"When is everyone else coming?" she asked quietly.

"Should be close behind. The only people behind schedule are Peter and Happy because Peter needed a ride," Bucky answered.

"Steve?!" They heard shouts next from the foyer.

"No need to get up, I guess. She's announcing everyone for us," Lori laughed, filling her glass halfway.

"Which means," Bucky paused as what he suspected happened next.

"Samuel! Zazu!" she shouted, the second name louder.

"Yup. Birdbrain is here," Bucky sighed with a smile, closing his eyes and chuckling at the nickname.

As planned, everyone arrived with a serving from a local restaurant. By the time everyone's dishes were laid on the kitchen island for a buffet-style Thanksgiving meal, there was little counter left to see.

As stories were shared left and right, and at some points, five different discussions going on at once, the reunion gathered in the backyard for a bonfire.

Steve and Sam walked with Lori to the shed to bring back a bundle of firewood while Clint started the fire.

Nat, Laura, and Wanda were sitting and catching up after not seeing each other for the last few months. Vision was giving riddles to Parker, and he was eating up the conversations and conspiracies that followed. Happy was just vibing in the lawn chair he brought along to avoid the hard logs and was close to falling asleep with the warm fire keeping him nice and comfortable. Steve, Banner, Clint, and Sam sat around the other half of the circle, eavesdropping on Vision and Peter's conversation and adding commentary here and there.

Y/N was watching as everyone who made the surprise possible, and her heart soared with pure joy. It had been so long since there was a time they could hang out like this, and there wasn't a mission on the back of all their minds.

The utter peace radiating off everyone confirmed that they were all present and weren't worried about returning to the life they had grown accustomed to. They were in a happy space, and she could tell they weren't taking it for granted.

"Here," Bucky snuck up behind her, coming back out from inside, and wrapped a blanket around her shoulders, securing it in the front for maximum warmth.

She had noticed in her spaced-out state that everyone had cocooned into their own blanket and were snuggled together on the logs they shared with friends, laughing and enjoying the company.

"I don't need-" she started, as he knew her powers kept her warm.

"Humor me," he poked her side as he sat next to her on the log. "Let a guy have an excuse to ask you if you're willing to share a blanket 'cause there weren't enough for everyone."

She grinned up at him at his request and obliged by opening the blanket up and motioning him to join her in the warmth. "Bucky, would you like to share this blanket with me? I wouldn't want you getting cold, my dear," she added with a flutter of her eyelashes for extra measure.

"I knew there were good women out there," he dramatically shivered and sat in the space she had created. He moved the end of the blanket she had offered around his shoulder and scooted to where their hips connected. "You know I don't really need it myself. I tend to run like a furnace." She laughed and nodded.

Once snuggled together, Y/N laid her head on his shoulder as they both watched the group connect and bond in a way she wished they had more time for.

"I would have offered it anyway," Y/N said after a few minutes of silence.

"I know you would have," Bucky replied softly.

Another comfortable silence passed as they stayed in their family's festivities.

"Thank you. For thinking of me like this," she spoke in a whisper, wrapping her arm through his under the blanket and pulling her body closer to his. He welcomed it by placing a hand on her arm and gently running his thumb over the exposed skin on her wrist.

Natasha let out a belly laugh as Banner returned from inside wearing an old knitted sweater with hearts littering it after an incident from a wine spill.

"No thank you's necessary. I was more than happy to do it," Bucky replied.

"But it's because you're happy to do it that I'm thankful." She sat up enough to look up at him, and he kept her eye contact. "And I know it couldn't have been easy gathering the troops for a time like this. For that, truly, thank you."

Bucky studied her features in the firelight, and in his analysis, he noticed the slightest tinge of color on her cheeks. His lips turned up higher in a grin when he saw her visibly blushing and struggling to keep eye contact. He had somehow made her nervous.

"Y/N, you look really lovely right now," he said with a playful smirk. It did exactly what he meant to do as the blush on her cheeks raised in contrast.

"You're a charmer, Sargent Barnes," she cleared her throat, trying to hide her face as she nuzzled back into the blanket and burrowed into his side.

"I'm particular about who receives it," his hand came to rest on her knee and squeezed it as she laid her head back on his shoulder.

Silent comfort passed as they stayed intertwined in a new atmosphere with each other.

"I'm really happy Earth gave us a couple more decades here than everyone else because I'm not sure life would have been the same if we didn't run into each other at some point in time. Even if it did take over a hundred years," Y/N mumbled for Bucky to hear.

"My age has definitely had a longer cons list than pros most days, but I can agree that's going down as a pro," he replied, laying his head on top of hers.

"How many lists do you have in that head of yours?" she chuckled, and he could feel the vibration of her joy tingle throughout his body.

"After meeting you, about fifty more than before," he answered truthfully. She gasped and sat up, looking at him. "You think I can remember all the witchy facts you drop on a daily basis without making a special place in it in my head?" he tapped her own temple as he made his point. "The photographic memory comes in handy then."

"Well, in that case, I have some list for you too, Bucko," she hummed, placing her head back on his shoulder.

"Should I be concerned?" he laughed.

"Only time can tell," she scooted as close as possible as she could into his side, and he followed the gesture by placing a kiss on the top of her head.

"Good thing we have a lot of it," he hummed into her hair, getting a squeeze from her hand, moving to intertwin in his own.

"Good thing indeed." 

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some arthurs i doodled on my phone with my finger

[cesium-sheep]

the new boxes of books today were pointing in a promising direction, the had copies of stuff like artemis fowl and so you want to be a wizard, but I didn't find any ya fantasy novels to pilfer from the free boxes just yet. (he says there's another few boxes from the same set tomorrow so hope is not lost, plus he just bought me a couple with the money from the last boxes yesterday anyway)

[nkmurray]

Alphabet Series - E

I realize I posted my last alphabet series indicating that I was going to go out of order, but also not realizing that I might move directly towards ‘E’ after ‘F’. My ‘E’ is both a universal one, and a wholly personal one. Everest I have been low-key obsessed with the Mountain since I was a kid and heard about the ’96 disaster, and read John Krakauer’s original outside piece, and then read…

[ellemj]

Flustered: Part 2 (FINAL)

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Two-Part Fic: SMUT

Request by @aryarcharon: enemies to lovers, fuckboy!Bucky, praise kink.

Summary: You might be able to fuck away a crush but you can't fuck away an obsession.

Warnings: profanity, fuckboy!Bucky, size kink, praise kink, oral sex (female receiving), kinda threat with a belt in the bedroom but nothing happens, unprotected sex, MINORS DNI, 18+!!!

Word Count: 3.9k

A/N: I hope this meets some expectations lmao, I get nervous when the first part of a series or two-part thing gets a lot of attention. Also to the people who have randomly tipped me, BLESS YOU 🥹🖤 I actually cry a little when I get those notifs.

Fucking someone, anyone but you, is what Bucky needs tonight. It’s what he’s needed every night since he met you honestly, but especially tonight. The dangerous game that the two of you have been playing has left Bucky with a feeling similar to that of climbing Mount Everest. The longer the climb goes on, the harder it gets for him to breathe. God, it feels like his lungs are trapped at a high altitude every minute that he’s around you at this point. So, Bucky will be skipping the monthly team game night to fuck a girl he met two days ago.

He pulls his leather jacket over his arms and shoves the key to his bike in his pocket as he gives himself one last look in the mirror. The tiniest seed of doubt presents itself in his mind as he meets his own gaze in the mirror. Fucking someone else won’t fix this. Fucking someone else might put a crush out of one’s mind…but this is more than a crush. As Bucky stands there, staring at himself, the realization comes crashing in like a damn freight train running off of its rails. This is obsession.

If Bucky’s breathing can be compared to the struggle of oxygenation at a high altitude, then your breathing can be compared to taking one’s first natural breath after a successful lung transplant. Every time you say something to get under his skin, every time you watch his smirk fall away and his chest rise and fall a little faster, you suddenly feel like you’re standing outside, taking in a breath of cool, crisp autumn air. The dirty little game between the two of you is simultaneously ruining Bucky’s life and giving you life.

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         “Hey, you’re staying for game night?” Sam’s voice rings out as Bucky steps into the main living area, where the entire team is gathered both on the couch and the nearby floor. The entire team except for you, he notices, as he scans the group.

         “I have somewhere to be.” Bucky answers gruffly, coming to stand next to the end of the couch where Sam sits.

         “Hot date?” Sam jokes, giving him a quick once-over. As soon as he sees the leather jacket, he knows he’s either taking the bike out to wherever he’s going, or he’s going on a mission. Sam is positive it’s the former, because if it was the latter, he’d know about it.

         “Always.” Bucky says with a smirk, shoving Sam’s shoulder. As the rest of the team begins chatting amongst themselves, Bucky catches himself looking around for you. Are you out tonight? Do you have a date? Bucky’s jaw clenches as he briefly envisions you dressing up for your trainer and sitting down to have a meal with him. You had better fucking not.

         “Heading out?” The unexpected sound of your voice breaks Bucky out of his moment of mental weakness and he turns around quickly, coming to face you. You must’ve been in your room, he thinks, since you came from the direction of the hallway. Of course his obsessive mind would assume that you went out with the piece of shit who thinks you’re as fragile as a damn butterfly. “That’s too bad, I was really looking forward to kicking your ass tonight.”

         “Oh, I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart.” Bucky says calmly, staring into your eyes as the room grows quiet.

         “But I thought—” Sam begins repeating Bucky’s earlier claim that he had somewhere to be, but he’s quickly cut off by Bucky shooting him a look that says something along the lines of say one more word and watch what happens. “Oh, right, your date is tomorrow night, not tonight.” Sam recovers with a lie. After one look at you, Bucky abandoned his plan to fuck away his feelings. You brush past him to take a seat on the floor by the coffee table, and as your arm collides with the fabric of his leather jacket, all he can think about is the image of a freight train careening off the rails and going up in a fiery blaze. Obsession. His obsession with you is going to be his undoing, he’s sure of it.

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          The team game night was significantly more intense than normal with both you and Bucky being present. Well, it wasn’t just the fact that you were both in attendance for once. It was the fact that you were both so set on showing one another up. The entire night basically turned into a cut-throat duel, with cards and game pieces instead of knives and guns.

         You stand in the living area alone now, stacking up all of the game boxes on the coffee table as you listen to the soft sound of the kitchen faucet running. After all of your back and forth arguing and shit-giving, you and Bucky were forced to take the cleanup duty yourselves, as restitution. You thought Bucky would continue on with the act once everyone went their separate ways for bed, but you were utterly surprised when he offered to take the kitchen cleanup and leave you only to handle the games. It was as if whatever competitive, teasing switch he had that had been turned on all night was suddenly turned off once he had you alone.

         Bucky rinses off the last dish in the sink, watching intently as the suds run down his vibranium fingers and into the drain. With every dish he washed, he imagined his obsession going down the drain with the suds. It was almost therapeutic, until he sensed you stepping into the kitchen behind him. He stiffened instantly as the hairs on the back of his neck stood up.

         You stand still as Bucky turns off the faucet and sets the final clean dish in the drying rack. You don’t really know why you decided to approach him. You could’ve gone to bed once you finished putting the games away, but your feet carried you in the opposite direction. So, now here you are, staring at the defined muscles of his back through his taut shirt.

         “What’s up with you?” You ask quietly, leaning back against the island a couple of feet behind Bucky. You realize you’re in similar positions as the night you figured out that he has a size kink, except you’ve switched places.

         “What do you mean?” He answers your question with his own as he towels his hands dry and turns around to mirror your position. He leans back against the front of the sink as he looks you over carefully. You’re suddenly entranced by the way he meticulously dries in every little crevice of his vibranium arm, as if he’s done it thoroughly a thousand times before, as if it’s a routine. When he notices you staring at the action, that familiar smirk returns to his face. “You don’t know how to act around me when I’m not fucking around with you, do you?” He asks in a near condescending tone. You narrow your eyes as you raise them to meet his gaze. When you don’t say anything in response, Bucky continues his work with the towel, warring within himself. He knows he shouldn’t keep going like this. He should leave right now and spend the night with any other woman underneath him so he can bury whatever it is that he feels about you. But the next words leave his lips anyway. “You miss it, don’t you? You can’t stand not having my attention, even for five minutes.”

         “Bullshit. You’re too damn cocky for your own good.” You huff, crossing your arms over your chest. You don’t make a move to leave the kitchen, and Bucky takes note of that.

         “And you’re a tease. Which is worse?” Bucky asks. He begins carefully folding the towel, slower than you’ve ever seen him do anything. You’re mesmerized by his hands.

         “I’m not a tease.”

         “Bullshit.” Bucky calls out, setting the towel on the countertop beside him.

         “I’m not.”

         Bucky exhales slowly as he pushes away from the sink and straightens up before you. The look he gives you sends an icy shiver down your spine.

         “Good girls don’t lie.”

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         To you, the next two minutes were a blur. The only thing that registered in your mind was a brief, fleeting thought of not giving a fuck and punching Bucky in his smug face. Your legs had the right idea when they rushed forward, carrying you straight toward him, but the rest of your body betrayed you and somehow you ended up kissing him.

         Bucky didn’t even return your kiss at first. He stood there, completely stunned, as your soft lips met his. It took two seconds before his senses were able to convince his body that this was actually happening, and then he lost every ounce of control. The days of back and forth teasing, the innuendos, the lingering glance, it all came together like a pile of firewood and combusted right there in the kitchen. Bucky’s right hand tangled in your hair like it was instinct. As his palm connected with the nape of your neck, he gave your hair a gentle tug and earned himself a sweet moan that traveled from your mouth, straight into his.

         He was fucked.

         Now, Bucky’s heart is beating out of his chest as he watches you step into his dark bedroom in front of him. He can hear his blood rushing in his ears as he turns around and pushes the door shut, turning the lock into place and then taking a deep breath. Obsession. He has you in his fucking bedroom. He started out the night telling himself to go fuck another woman and now he has you right where he’s always wanted you.

         His room smells just like him. It’s dark, but not so dark that you can’t make out his neatly made bed and distinct lack of decor in the space. You’re suddenly aware of the reason why he never brings women here, always choosing to meet them elsewhere instead. The place could be mistaken for a hotel room, without a single personal memento or hint that a person actually lives here. You can feel Bucky’s eyes on you as you take in the new setting. When you turn around to face him, he’s leaning against the door.

         “You don’t have a single picture in here.” You point out casually, as if you didn’t just jump the man three minutes ago and then follow him to his bedroom for god knows what. Bucky keeps his eyes trained on yours.

         “That’s what you’re thinking about right now?” He asks, cocking his head to the side.

         “Among other things, yeah.” You admit, walking backwards until you feel the edge of his mattress against the backs of your knees. You sink down onto it, maintaining eye contact through the dark space around you.

         “Other things…” Bucky mumbles. He runs a hand through his hair and for a second, he almost looks unsure of himself.

         “You were so cocky just five minutes ago.” You tsk, shaking your head. “I didn’t expect Bucky Barnes, the ultimate man-whore, to have performance issues.” Your words could’ve gone in either one of two very different directions. You could’ve hit a sensitive spot of his and turned him off, or you could’ve brought out the side of him you’ve been seeing for days.

         “You talk so fucking big for someone so fucking small.” Bucky’s demeanor shifts, and suddenly the energy in the room is as charged as it was the day you sparred with him. You’re silent as he steps away from the door and starts undoing his belt with one hand. One. Fucking. Hand.

         “Bucky—”

         “No, you sit there and look pretty, don’t say a fucking word.”

         You close your mouth instantly, partially due to the shock of his boldness but mostly because when Bucky Barnes tells you what to do, with his hand on his belt, you’ll do it. You aren’t quite sure when your body decided to switch from always wanting to do the opposite of what he said to wanting to do everything he says, but you have a feeling it happened around the time he started praising you for the tiniest things.

         “That’s right, you can’t even help yourself, can you? You listen to me because you know it’ll get you what you want.” His voice is smooth and even. Any hint of hesitation has vanished. As he pulls his belt out of the belt loops, he glances down at the strip of leather in his hands. So many things he could do with it, he thinks. He steps even closer to where you sit at the foot of the bed and you swallow hard as you look up at him. Bucky’s mind is reeling. He remembers the way you looked up at your trainer in the gym that day, the way you smiled at him. He almost laughs thinking about how jealous he was of that. And now he has you like this. Bucky drops the belt on the bed beside you and then pulls his shirt over his head in one swift movement, dropping it on the floor beside your feet. As your gaze drops to take in the sight of his toned chest, the scars along his left shoulder, his godly abs, he smiles to himself.

         You feel the last dry fabric between your legs become wet when he hooks a finger under your chin and tilts it upwards, forcing you to look up at him once more.

         “Keep behaving, and I won’t touch that.” He says evenly, cocking his head in the direction of the belt. Bucky slowly drops to his knees in front of you, placing both hands firmly on your thighs. “Act up, and you’ll have two reasons why you can’t sit down tomorrow, instead of one.”

         When he talks to you like that, things either start moving in slow motion or they start fast forwarding. You find yourself flat on your back, with your legs hooked over his shoulders so suddenly that you aren’t sure if it happened in seconds or minutes. You aren’t even sure if you said a word, though the belt still lies on the bed beside you so you must’ve kept his command and stayed quiet.

         “You have no idea…” Bucky whispers as he kisses along your inner thigh. “No idea how long I’ve wanted to be between these thighs.” His admission sends blush to your cheeks and a shudder throughout your body. He raises his head for a moment and looks into your eyes. Fuck, he needs to stop doing that. Every time he makes eye contact with you, he’s pushed closer and closer to throwing every care out the window and fucking you like a goddamn animal. He focuses on your dripping cunt instead, finally giving himself the chance to admire it. Every time he breathes you feel it. When he presses his tongue flat against your entrance and begins to drag it up toward your clit, your back arches off the bed at the sudden contact.

         “Fuck.” You exhale the word sharply, letting your eyes flutter closed and your fists grip his bedding. As soon as the word leaves your mouth, you remember what he said. Don’t say a fucking word.

         “You taste so fucking sweet.” Bucky groans, breaking away from your cunt and pressing his forehead against your thigh to ground himself. “Shit.”

         Seconds later, Bucky is working his tongue all over you, into you, like he really has waited forever for this moment. His desperation and fervency only adds to the sensations between your legs, causing a knot to twist in your lower stomach at record speed. As soft whimpers and moans slip past your lips, which you’re trying hard to keep pressed together, Bucky sucks on your clit and remembers what he told you to do.

         “Let me hear you, please.” He says just loud enough for you to hear, before diving right back in. In that moment, you can’t believe the filthy sounds that begin spewing from your mouth. Bucky eats up every single sound, every single swear, every single syllable of his name falling from your lips. His name. God, every time you moan his name, his cock twitches in his jeans and he loses another piece of his mind. When your back arches off the bed again and your thighs tighten on the sides of his head, he knows you’re right on the edge. That’s when he, without warning, flicks his tongue over your clit and slips two fingers inside of you. With a few thrusts and curls of his fingers against your walls, and his mouth’s unrelenting actions on your clit, you’re coming undone for him. “That’s it, cum for me.” He encourages you, practically finger fucking you right through your orgasm. “I knew you’d sound so fucking pretty when you cum.”

         You’re a limp, panting mess on his bed as he crawls over you, peppering your naked body with kisses all the way up.

         “Talk to me.” He coos, leaving a trail of kisses along your neck as he waits for you to say something, anything.

         “That was…” You take a deep breath mid-sentence, trying to steady your voice. “You just…” You’re mentally kicking yourself for not being able to form a coherent sentence. You have no doubt that your loss of basic speech skills is only going to inflate his ego.

         “That was a fucking dream.”  He says softly, sucking on your earlobe and then moving to hover over you. He takes in the sight of you. Your cheeks are flushed, your pupils are blown, and you’re struggling to catch your breath. It’s adorable. “Can you move up higher in the bed or do I need to move you myself?” He asks. At first, you think he’s joking, but when you look into his eyes you see that he’s dead serious. A moment later, you’re settling in with your head on his pillow as he stands beside the bed and strips every last shred of his clothes off. Though your eyes have adjusted to the darkness of the room, the shadows make it impossible to see Bucky’s fully naked form. It isn’t until he’s positioning himself back on top of you that you get the answer to the question that had been on your mind.

         “Oh my god, Bucky.” You gasp as his hard cock presses firmly against your thigh.

         “Hmm?” He knows exactly what you’re reacting to, and if you could see the smirk painted across his face right now you’d probably want to slap him.

         “It’s…you’re so big.” Your voice turns into a whisper. You’re sure you feel his cock twitch and a little bit of precum drip onto your thigh when the words leave your lips. Oh, right. Bucky’s size kink. It makes sense now. How could a guy with such a big dick not have a size kink? “It’s not going to fit.” You say assuredly.

         “Oh, it’ll fit. Remember what you said?” Bucky remembers what you said like it was five minutes ago. “I can take whatever you have to give me. You said that to me.” He reminds you.

         “I didn’t know—”

         “Oh, you knew.” He chuckles, leaning down and capturing your lips in a kiss. He distracts you with ease, licking along your bottom lip and then letting it delve into your mouth gently, just as he grinds the head of his cock against your clit. You gasp into the kiss, which only encourages him to deepen it further. He starts rutting against you, dragging his cock back and forth between your folds with every movement of his hips. If he had it his way, he’d be fully sheathed within you right now, fucking you so hard you’d see stars.

         Bucky lets the head of his cock get closer and closer to your entrance with every rut of his hips, but he continues distracting you with his mouth. He fully intended to keep kissing you when he finally let his cock slide into you, but just as he notches inside of you and starts pushing in, he breaks the kiss.

         His lips hover within millimeters of yours as your pussy grips him and pulls him in deeper and deeper. You’re both open-mouthed, breathing into each other, looking into each other’s eyes as your bodies meld together. Obsession. It’s the only word on his mind as he watches your eyes squeeze shut while your legs spread all for him.

         He fucks you slowly at first, giving you time to adjust as he sticks to shallow thrusts. When your eyes open and you look up at him once again, he smiles down at you and picks up the pace, thrusting a little deeper as you start to focus on the feel of him. But when your name leaves his lips and you start scratching your nails down his bare back? He starts fucking you like he owns you. He fucks you as meticulously as he cleaned the crevices of his vibranium arm earlier.

         “Fuck, you’re taking me so well.” Bucky groans, pushing his face into the crook of your neck. “My cock is splitting you in half and you’re fucking taking it.” He can feel how close you are, and the absolutely cock-drunk expression on your face only confirms it. Your expression paired with the most sultry moans he’s ever heard have him following you right to the edge. “You’re going to cum for me, aren’t you? Such a good girl, ready to cum all over my cock.”

         “Bucky, if you keep talking like that—fuck.” He only speeds up when you start talking, convinced that if you’re still talking, he’s not fucking you hard enough.

         “Shut the fuck up.” He groans, hating the way those few simple words from you nearly made him blow his load. “Shit.” Bucky hooks your legs around his waist and pulls your arms away from his back, pinning them down on the bed on either side of your head. He doesn’t have to say another word for you to know what he’s doing. He’s fucking you until you can’t do anything, until you can’t say anything, until all you can do is cum for him.

         Your orgasm is uncontrollable when it comes crashing in, making your back arch off of the bed and your bare chest press against his as you cry out his name.

         Bucky’s orgasm? Bucky’s orgasm was so much more uncontrollable that it didn’t even cross his mind to pull out and cum anywhere except inside of you. He pushed so deep inside of you when he started cumming that you swear you felt the heat of it in your stomach. Even when you were both finished, he just couldn’t stop thrusting in and out of you.

         “Good girl, such a good girl.” He kept whispering against your neck as he rutted into you, using his own cum mixed with your wetness as lube.

         As he collapses on top of you, your hands immediately move in two different directions. One begins tangling in his hair, gently massaging his scalp, while the other goes to caress his back with the softest touch. Only one word surfaces in your mind as you listen to his heavy breathing and focus on the feel of his skin against yours.

         Obsession.  

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thunder and lightning.

in which, you and jude broke up after a long relationship and you perform the song you wrote for him, in front of him at the ballon d’or ceremony.

jude bellingham x singer!reader.

fc: madison beer.

note: please read this and listen to "thunder and lightning" by serayah. / might turn this into a small serie 🤭

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y/n: my most precious and raw song "thunder and lightning" is now yours 🤍 now it’s time to grow and move on.

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you were standing in the middle of this big stage. in front of these important people, some of them used to be people you’d hang out with. but breaking up with jude meant saying goodbye to them too, even if it was hard since you made good friendships thanks to your ex. it was too hard to keep contact with them without jude haunting your thoughts, and they understood that. your break up with jude occured a few months ago now, and you thought you were doing better, but being on this stage, about to perform the song you wrote in one hour, the day he broke up with you, sent shivers all over your body. and you even considered running away.

but you were stronger than before, you worked hard on this song and you needed jude to hear it. you looked absolutely stunning in this dress, you tried to put a smile on your face but only pain and anxiety could be seen. you saw all these people looking at you, some with adoration, others with envy and some with sadness because they knew how hurt you were. thunder and lightning started and you closed your eyes before taking a deep breath. you got this.

"can't you look at me and see that i love ya? and i’d do anything for ya?" you began, looking at the crowd but your eyes immediately found his. you almost stutter on the lyrics but immediately closed your eyes to refocus. his eyes were glowing and his face was torn with concern and almost regret. ha, too late for that boy. "and i’ll do anything for ya, climb up mount everest without a rope, dive into the bermuda without a boat." because it was true, you could do anything for this boy, anything and everything without thinking it twice. you loved him with your whole soul, it was insane. you could’ve quit music if he asked, and that without a second thought because that’s how loyal and in love you were.

"like thunder and lightning, we were meant to be, wrapped up inside your arms, that's right where i belong." you hit the hook with more vulnerability in your voice, it resonated in the whole room and inside people’s heart. you knew some people in the audience would relate to your situation, girlfriends of footballers who suffered the disrespect of their partner. or even footballers themselves having their heart broken by women who never actually loved them. this song wasn’t just about you and jude, it was about this feeling of despair when you see the person you love, leaving you heartbroken and alone. you saw some old friends bobbing their heads to your song and even sending smiles and thumbs ups to you.

you soon end the song, for a minute the room is frozen in silence, no one moves. and the one to break the ice was jude, he got up and clapped you like no one ever clapped for you. soon enough the whole room followed, giving you a standing ovation. you felt your eyes getting watery as you locked eyes with jude, his expression was unreadable. you were the one to break the eye contact as you bowed to the audience and blowed a kiss to the camera. you left the stage and almost ran backstage to let the tears you kept inside since the beginning of the performance, run down your cheeks. you let yourself fall to the ground, your agent and friend hugged you from behind and kissed the top of your head. "let’s go home now." you whispered between a sob.

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judebellingham: such an honour to win these trophies. making my parents proud and being a good role model for my brother has always been my top priority, thank you for the support and thank you for always being by my side.

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fan1: CONGRATS KING

fan2: deserved so much more but i’m so happy for him

fan3: making the parents proud >>

fan4: the fact that y/n was there too and probably congratulated him :(

fan5: lmao nah she probably left after the performance, she hates his ass now

fan6: as she should tbh

fan7: y/n deserved way better

vinijr: 🔥🔥🔥

philfoden: congrats mate! keep shinning 💪🏼

fan8: i’m a huge fan but you should be held accountable for how you treated y/n

fan9: DON’T LISTEN TO THE HATERS KING

fan10: the future of football is right there

fan11: keep showing them who’s the boss jude!

fan12: he looked so good tho 🥴

fan13: finally a stylist who does him justice

deuxmoi: hm, being a good role model right? then care to explain why a little bird came to us with receipts about the night she had with you, while you were dating y/n?

fan14: WTF

fan15: WTFFFABSKSKSLDDD WHAT IS THIS

fan16: nah they must be lying jude would NEVER cheat

fan17: deuxmoi isn’t even a reliable source!

fan18: yeah but apparently they got receipts so…

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caption: couldn’t relate more.

[peachesyeo]

Treasure - MATZ preview

THIS SERIES IS MATURE! MINORS DNI!

⊹ 0.6k words ⊹ alpha!seonghwa x beta!male!reader x packomega!hongjoong.

✧a/n: hello, darlings. so yeah, my second attempt at writing smut. sorry if it's x male reader, but there's just so less of them that i feel that i needed to contribute more. this story is inspired by @holybibly (oh i feel so nervous for tagging you ma'am, but i hope you know you inspired me through your work) and strawberry_luna on AO3 (i can't seem to find her tumblr account). this is only a small preview, it would be released on 14th April, a gift from me to all readers (:

tags are welcome, just reply under this post.

𓋼𓍊 playlist: Mount Everest - Labrinth

⊂ content: not your traditional a/b/o dynamic, daddy/mommy kink, mommy!hwa supremacy, powerbottom!hongjoong, dom!seonghwa, sub!switch!reader (for this chapter). :̗̀➛ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? :̗̀➛ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞? :̗̀➛ 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? (for all works)

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Being a beta means a lot of things.

In a pack, a beta serves as somewhat of a mediator. Their role is to ease tensions between alphas or to soothe nervous omegas. In terms of sexual dynamics, betas are there to assist alphas with their rut when no omegas are available, and to mate with pregnant omegas, as unlike alphas, they do not possess knots, therefore could safely grant an omega's sexual needs while pregnant.

A beta cannot impregnate someone, nor can they become pregnant. While some see this as a limitation, others relish in the fact. Slowly, betas became objects designed to satisfy an alpha or an omega's sexual pleasure, and soon, most betas have become pets.

Some betas took pride in becoming a pet. Some entered training school, ready to be spoiled by their future masters or mistresses. Some were forced to become one, picking up skills along the way as their masters or mistresses fucked them into submission.

The world is ran by alphas and omegas, after all.

Some betas were not so fortunate. Abusive alphas and omegas were common, reveling in their status at the top of the hierarchy while subjecting their beta pets to torture. Sadly, not all betas survived such treatment, while those who did continued to endure suffering.

The lucky ones were spoiled. Their loving owners would do anything in their power to satisfy them. Be it big, fat dildos with rare gems as decorations to plug up their nice, hungry holes, or thick, jeweled collars or leashes tied around their neck to show off their ownership.

That's what Hongjoong desired when he first saw the little beta curled up in the corner of the cage: the image of your neck wrapped in a pretty, diamond-studded collar to match his own favorite set of white, lacy lingerie drives him into a frenzy.

His.

"I want him, Hwa," he whispered to the elegant alpha beside him, his lips grazing against his earlobe. "I like him. Buy him for me." He nuzzled closer, burying his nose in the alpha's neck, inhaling the rich scent of champagne that enveloped him. Seonghwa stroked Hongjoong's head lovingly, intertwining their fingers and pressing a tender kiss against his hand. "Anything for my Luna," he replied softly, his gaze drifting toward you. The scent of roses, Hongjoong's scent, grew stronger, a subtle indicator of his contentment.

"Any bidders?" The auctioneer called out, as the flashlight fell upon you. You were dressed in a tight, black crop top and a short mini skirt that shows off your caged cock and plug. Your face and body was covered in shimmering dust, your slightly long hair falling messily on your thin shoulders. "Starting from ten-thousand-"

"A hundred-thousand." A deep voice echoed through the room, momentarily halting all conversation. From your cage on the main stage, you caught the gaze of the speaker seated on the second floor. He looked like an alpha, with slicked-back black hair and a confident smirk playing on his lips. Murmurs spread through the crowd as you began to recognize him.

Or more correctly, recognize the omega on his lap.

His fiery red hair peeked out from beneath a furry black beanie, adding a splash of color to his ensemble. Dressed in an expansive mink fur coat, he exuded an air of opulence. As he met your gaze, a possessive glint flickered in his eyes, sending a shiver down your spine.

Kim Hongjoong. The famous Pack Luna of one of the top packs in this city.

"A hundred-thousand!" The bidder's voice echoed, attempting to elicit further bids, but the room remained eerily silent. No one dared to challenge the offer. With a decisive nod, the auctioneer lifted the bidder's hammer, bringing it down with a resounding thud, signaling the close of the deal.

"Sold!"

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[swans-chirping-in-the-distance]

It's not "only Sophie can do this". That is so far from true. Her friends are:

Fitz, one of the most powerful telepaths of his time. Could've killed someone if his friends didn't stop him. Sort of did kill him. Btw, it was his traitorous older brother.

Biana, one of if not the ONLY vanisher who can completely vanish to every species. Has twice tackled murderers. Almost fell off Mount Everest and is covered in scars because of those times. She's super proud of it. Literally could kill you in a face full of a makeup

Keefe, also tested on. Has 3-4 abilities, two of which are new with him. Snarked the ogre king and won a sparring match with him because of it. Also ripped out THE ogre king's earring. Pretty good with weapons. Can make you listen by word of mouth.

Dex, such a powerful technopath that the council requested him to make special tech instead of an elf that's hundreds of years old and invented most of society's daily gadgets. Often underestimated.

Tam, one of the few shades that can control shadowflux. Joined a group of murderers and killed a friend to save his sister (yeah Keefe's alive, but Tam thought that Stellarlune would kill him and he still did it).

Linh, who held up a river surrounding a kingdom that was poisonous and harder to control when she didn't have full control over her abilities. Btw, she was 15.

She is friends with a variety of elves with crazy powers, ogres, trolls, dwarves, gnomes, and a human.

Only Sophie being able to go in these battles is dumb. It makes sense bcz she's the mc, but not in the actual series.

So I present multi-perspective kotlc.

Solves the "only Sophie can do this" issue. Better for character development. Makes side characters' relationships and lives matter more.

It would change the plot slightly but I think it would help.

[placeinthemiddleofnowhere]

C'mere, Love

Pairing: Captain John Price x Reader

Potentially a 3 part series 👀

Summary: John is your man, he's everything you ever wanted in a partner and more, he's loving and he's consistent. And part of that consistency is saying those words that you love.

(No use of y/n or mention of gender/race)

warnings: Mostly fluff with illusions to smut at the end.

-💕-

You love it when he says those two words. Those words that are capable of pulling an innumerable range of emotions from you depending on the way he says them, where he says them. He sows them like a seasoned gardener that knows exactly how to get his yield. John always says -

C’mere, Love.

A burst of sparks jolted down your spine the first time he’d said them to you - on your second date. All those years ago. 

You’d both decided to go on a hike, it seemed so romantic and adventurous at the time, going far up into the hills and not quitting before you reached the top. Adventurous and also a little aspirational on your part. You wanted to seem tough, felt like you had to prove to the Captain - at that time Lieutenant - that you weren’t a weakling and that you could hike for six hours with no sweat. As if you’d kid him when you were breathing like a ten year old pug when you reached that godforsaken summit. 

Despite the difficulty you’d had traversing the hill, and pug breath aside, it was incredibly pretty at the top. The setting sun looked gorgeous in the grainy pictures you took on your phone and it was lovely to sit for a moment and bask in the fading sunflower glow. However, the sunset wasn’t so pretty on your way down - or rather your mood wasn’t.

He’d asked you earlier in the day if you were sure about leaving at the time you’d suggested, and you’d boldly (naively) said it would be fine and that you’d pack a big hoodie for when it got cold. Before long, the sky had fretted between every shade of blue and had settled on navy, punishing you with a deep chill for staying out once it fully darkened. It had you chattering your teeth and folding your arms around yourself into a clacking human pretzel, cursing the shadowy heather bushes and rocky outcrops as you walked down the endless decline. 

“Are you alright?” He’d asked, huffing a little as he took a steep step down from a boulder.

You were coming to realise that very little phased John. So when you’d turned to him and saw him smiling down at you, with his breath intact and his body unflinching as he walked, as if you were walking by the Seine in June, you almost screamed. Almost.

You proudly managed to hold yourself back for a few moments, bottling up all your grievances like your friends had sagely advised you should when you said you were hiking with the elite soldier. You even tried to nod and go back to walking, trying to continue on the high road without all the atrocious whining you wanted to do, but he gently grasped your shoulder and made you face him. He tipped his head forward at you, furrowing that already heavy brow of his at you as if to say ‘it’s ok, be honest with me’ and waited for your honest response. 

“No,” you whimpered.

Your eyes welled hot with tears, by some miracle they didn’t spill over, but you could feel every ache and pain in all your joints compounding and suddenly it started feeling like you were climbing down Everest. Your mind conjured up an insurmountable journey filled with cold and bone-ache and spiralled ever closer to turning you into an unattractive little brat. It was then that you’d vowed to never climb another hill over 1000 feet ever again. 

“I thought not,” he chuckled to himself, smoothing his roughened hand over the back of your neck. “C’mere, love.”

You jumped when he said it. It sounded like how a rich chocolate dessert tastes when you take the first bite, it made you forget all about the terrible hill and transported you to another place entirely. He had such a grizzly deep voice even in those younger days, affected deeply by his lifelong smoking habit that somehow failed to catch up with his lungs, it made you swoon. You faded into him, mind going fuzzy as he drew you close, close enough that his scratchy beard grazed your forehead (a beard that was yet to be chopped to muttons), and rubbed his arms up and down your back.

“You’re alright, aren’t you? You just need to get back to the car and get warm again. Not long to go, just stick close with me, ok,” he reassured you, his warm breaths tickling at your ear. 

At that moment you’d have gladly taken to mountain living. You wanted to say that you could forget all about the car and settle for lying under a bush if it meant that you could stay locked in his embrace. You could bury your face into his shoulder and he could curl his body around you and you’d breathe in the smell of cigarettes and spring fresh laundry detergent all night until dawn broke.

However you decided against saying all that, because you didn’t want him to think you were fucking mental. 

“Here, take this,” he said.

You gawped as he drew away from you and took off his big thick hoodie, bestowing it onto you in your bewildered state. You were about to protest and say how terrible you’d feel taking it off of him, but he gave you another serious look again - one you imagined he gave to the men in his command - and you bit your lip instead. 

You were glad you did too, because once you’d shimmied into it, you were warm as a bear and almost as big. The heavy fabric hung loose on you and swallowed your hands, but nevertheless he fished your left one out of the sleeve and took it in his, restarting the journey all over again.

He wasn’t even a little put out by the lack of coverage on his body, his grip was loose on you rather than taught and shivering and that vague smile of his didn’t break from his lips. It made you want to burst out laughing, you’d wondered who this man was, if they’d grown him in a lab or something and set him loose on the world. Why the hell had he asked you on a second date? You were so…average, you couldn’t even do a single hill walk for god’s sake!

“I take it this will be the final date then?” you’d joked, nervously vomiting the words before you could stop yourself. 

“What makes you say that?” He asked, his voice wavering a little. 

“Because you’ve just had to coddle a grown adult in walking down a little hill,” you sighed, feeling the full weight of your patheticism bear down on you. “And you’re - y’know - you.”

The tension in his arm dropped, you could feel his hand loosen on you as you gave your explanation. He took the hill like a champ, but apparently the idea of not seeing you again was a feat.

“What does that mean?” he laughed.

“You know what it means! You’re like…a big rugged soldier man that’s super fit and- and- capable and handsome and knows how to do lots of stuff,” you said, completely letting go of your filter and waving your free arm around for emphasis. 

“Come off it,” he snorted, giving you a playful nudge. “If I wanted someone that was ‘super fit’ and good at hill walking I wouldn’t bother leaving the base, darlin’. I wanted to go out with you again because I like you, ya dafty. I agreed to come out here, at what we can now safely agree was a stupid time, because I thought you really liked stuff like this.”

“I only suggested it because I thought you liked stuff like this,” you gasped. “You don’t stuff like this?”

“I like walking enough, would just prefer not to do it for six hours,” he said with a grin. “I get enough of shit like this at work.”

“Jesus god, that’s a relief,” you sighed, safe in the knowledge you wouldn’t be reliving your current trauma. 

“Does that mean you want to see me again?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I think I’d allow it,” you say in pretend thought. “Probably sometime after the months it’ll take to recover from this.”

“Months? God, I’ll have to cancel that trip to the Andes I’d planned for us!”

“Shut it!”

“No seriously, I’ve pre rented llamas and everythin’, I even got you the appropriate footwear, unlike what you’re wear- hey!”

You’d slapped his arm playfully and rolled your eyes, attempting to get him to stop making fun of you, but you only served to light a fire in him instead. He made some comment about how once you engage in battle, neither party can step down until defeat or surrender and then you’d said something about running away. Then you’d proceeded to chase each other down the hill like children, giggling and shoving with careless abandon. 

In any case, though, he’d distracted you from the cold. He’d made you laugh. He made you forget about all the gripes and groans you could’ve moaned to your friends and family for hours about, and he’d filled you with smiles and hot flashing sparks instead.

The third date had gone even better, and then the one after that, and so on until something over a month had flown by. You were in a state of bliss, everyone made fun of you for how cheesy and disney-princess-like you’d become, but you couldn’t help it, you were so happy. 

Everyday since you’d met him was like a fairytale, until the day he’d turned up to your door with a huge bouquet of flowers and a gravely serious look on his face, you’d never remembered being so depthlessly mad before.

You’d gone from smiling and breezy to panicky and despairing all at once. You’d made him a pie from scratch and had been so proud of yourself, making sure to dress up in his favourite outfit of yours, that he’d said he loved and had done everything to ensure that his return from work would be perfect. Though once you’d seen his face and the way he was nervously scratching his fingers through his rough spikes of hair, you’d started to feel like an idiot. 

Is he breaking up with me? Has he done something terrible? Has he done something terrible and he’s breaking up with me? Oh my god, he’s gone and shagged someone while he’s been away and now this is his way of telling me. That bastard, that no good-

“Can I come in, love?” He said awkwardly, trying to conjure up a smile. 

The smile didn’t look right, it made him look queasy. It seemed as though he'd be over the toilet in a few moments more. It made you harden your stare at him and clamp your hand onto your doorframe, white knuckling it like a paper skinned crone. 

“That depends,” you said icily. “What have you done?”

“What have I-? What do you mean what have I done?” he laughed, those azure eyes of his sparkling at you. 

“What do you mean ‘what do i mean’? You’ve got a face like a storm cloud and you’ve brought me flowers - which you’ve never done before - which means you’ve got something awful to tell me. So you know what? Out with it, because I’m not gonna let you in and have you trying to console me after whatever it is you’re going to tell me!”

He paused for a moment, stunned like a deer that’s just spotted something in the thickets, but regained his composure, gripping the flowers in both hands now. He even managed to do that thing that made you dizzy sometimes - that thing where he tilts his head at you and quirks his brow, staring intensely with those lovely blue eyes of his.

“I hope I don’t have to console you after I tell you what I came to say, means I won’t get the answer I’m looking for,” he murmured. “Can I just come in and I’ll explain myself without all your nosy neighbours watching?”

“No! Out here, out with it, now,” you said, snapping out of your stupor. 

His eyes could be weapons all of their own.

He sighed and shook his head, genuinely grinning to himself. He was smiling the same way he had when you’d told him he’d look stupidly handsome no matter how long his facial hair was when he’d had to shave it for a wedding. The way he did when you did or said something that was so you. 

“It’s just- well…shit,” he sighed, trying to get a hold on his words (which only made your heart pound faster knowing he was never one to be unsure of himself) “I just wanted to say that you’re you’re really special to me and I don’t think there’s anyone like you in the world. And since we’ve been seeing each other a while now, I just wanted to ask if you’d like to…officially be together. Like a couple.”

You gawked at him.

Time had frozen and you were stuck in an endless replaying loop, having to think hard on his words before you could really comprehend them. You knew your face was probably stuck on an ugly confused expression, but that couldn't even begin to cross your mind when you had so much to consider. 

“Love?” John asked nervously, the plastic of the silly bouquet squeaking as his grip shifted. 

“Oh my god…” you murmured, finally putting your fears to rest. “Get in here!” 

You dove out of the doorway like a shark and yanked him into your lair by the arm. He stumbled in after you and in his confusion you were able to grab the flowers from him and toss them onto the stairs, leaving his hands free to hold you. And hold you they did, he gripped you like he’d been away from you for years. 

“I thought you were going to tell me you fucking cheated on me, you bastard!” You cursed, words muffling into his chest.

“What? Why would you think that!”

“Because of the way you showed up like- like- Jesus fucking Christ, you can’t turn up at someone’s door with a serious face like that and a big guilty fucking bouquet!” You said, laughing almost manically as all your fears were buried. “You’re some man, John!”

“I was nervous, love! I couldn’t help it,” He chuckled, stroking a hand over your head and planting a kiss over the smoothed hair.

“Well, now you know to explain yourself before I see you look like that again,” you sighed, finally breaking away from him so that you could kiss his stubbly cheek. “I feel like I’m recovering from a heart attack.”

“Noted, I’ll fix my face in future…However, i can’t say that I feel much better, cause you haven’t answered my question yet,” he said breathily. 

You blinked stupidly up at him and breathed out. Oh yes. You’d forgotten all about his little proposal in the light of your relief, and it all came rushing to your face at once, heating your cheeks like stewing apples. 

“I’m so sorry! You tried to do something so nice there and I thought you’d done something horrible and I ruined it. Crap! Right - hold on! Now… Ask me again.” 

John’s eyes were wide and his jaw dropped a little, you’d somehow managed to stun him. There was a heat in the hair, like you’d struck a match, something zipped through you both. It was probably the knowledge that your relationship was going to change. It had you shaking a little and him fumbling with his hands. 

You stood away from John and readjusted yourself, rolling your shoulders and testing a smile on your face. By the time you were finished getting into position, he looked like he’d recovered and was pursing his lips. He was looking at you in his John way. He looked at you with that ‘you’re in-fucking-corregible’ look. 

Nevertheless, he dutifully marched over to the stairs and grabbed the forgotten flowers - roses you noticed now that you weren’t furious with him - red as a bleeding heart, and clutched them to his chest again. Though this time he looked happy, his eyes were shimmering like an ocean in the tropics. 

He said your name, low and growly. Confident.

“Would you like to officially be with me?”

You gave it a second, letting the fake and real excitement swirl in your eyes, giving him a moment of suspense. Really you just needed to catch your breath. 

“Yes,” you murmured. “Yes, yes, yes!”

“Thank Christ! C’mere, love.”

And he was holding you close once more, roses planted into your back, his chest pressed into your face. It was like fireworks were going off all around you, with the way you felt. Then as you thought it, you registered just how nervous he must’ve been, his heart was beating like a war drum, it was so loud and thunderous, rammed right against your ears. Though, it comforted you as it settled and took on its familiar rhythm, and you felt your own chest lighten too. You both rested in each others arms, breathing contendly in peace.

“I made dinner for us,” you finally said.

Your voice was barely there, dinner was more of an afterthought now. The smell of pie less enticing as you were held close to your man. Your official man. He must’ve thought along the same lines too. 

“You know I love your cooking, darlin’,” he breathed, nuzzling into your hair, “but that’s not what I’m after right now. I think I’m hungry for something else.”

You squeaked as his admission and suddenly the mood had changed. The air was sucked from your lungs and your body started to practically vibrate with excitement. You were familiar with John’s hunger. You knew what that entailed, knew what he would become, knew what you would become. 

Cat and mouse. Captain and Captive. Rogue and Princess. There were lots of games you liked to play with each other, though It was all the same either way, no matter what ridiculous scenario you both liked to invent. It had one objective. 

You sprang away from him like a livewire and ran upstairs, squealing with a grin as you heard his growl. Your footsteps pounded up the stairs, loud and clumsy, his very carefully stepped up, purposeful and precise. You were already halfway to the bedroom before you heard him from the creaky step, the one in the middle that he liked to put all of his towering weight onto. 

“C’mere, love,” he called, voice low and raspy, eliciting an excited gasp from you. “You’re mine now, love. You’re all mine!”

[chibifox2002]

I have once again redesigned the Everest family!

(as well as changed their names)

[justkending]

Everest. Chapter 15.

Series Summary: She was done and retired. After Thanos and after the battle of a lifetime, she had called it quits and had distanced herself from the Avenger lifestyle. But word finds her that someone from her past is in danger. What the journey entails was never one she wanted to face nor one she saw becoming her reality again. The rollercoaster that comes with fighting evil odds arrives on her doorstep not leaving much room for a no…

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2500+

A/N: Slowly getting the energy to write. A lots been going on in the world lately and it’s been hard to come back to the things I enjoy when so much shit continues to happen in our world. I hope you’re all staying safe out there and love each and everyone of you. 

Chapter 15:

_______________The ride back to the compound was taut. Steve, Nat, and Sam hadn't been enlightened by Y/N's findings on why they were really on the mission, so Bucky and Tony were the only ones aware of the tension.

Tony ended up locking himself in a room and didn't come out. Bucky decided to let him sulk in his misery while they worried about Sam.

Lucky for the Avenger, Y/N had come at perfect timing to see him shot out of the sky and was able to lessen the blow through the forest below. She had healed him enough to be able to stay within the coverage until help came but was limited on time to keep everyone else inside safe.

Sam had waved her off, telling her to help the rest of the team as he stayed back. Of course, with the promise that he wouldn't try to find trouble while she came to everyone else's rescue.

Nat was in the infirmary part of the plane, helping tend to Sam's wound after getting fixed up herself. Steve had minor cuts and abrasions with a butterfly stitch on his head, and his arm was wrapped in a sling for the next few days after dislocating it. He had moved out of the infirmary and was already trying to get information on what the hell happened after seeing Y/N fly down the hall.

"Any clue what happened in there?" he asked, coming up behind Bucky, who was looking out the plane's front windshield as it coasted on autopilot. Bucky didn't answer immediately and looked behind Steve to ensure they were alone.

"I don't think we were thoroughly briefed on what we were getting ourselves into," he replied.

"Yeah, I'm catching onto that. Nat and I were cornered, and the agents seemed to never thin out no matter how much we fought off," Steve pocketed his hand from his uninjured arm and looked out the window like his friend had been. "My question is, how did she know we were there? Tony made it sound like he got the information after Y/N left. How'd she know where we would be?"

"It's Y/N. Are you really that surprised?" Bucky answered with a sigh. "But I'm wondering about the logistics of it too. She left urgently like she had to take care of something, but Tony came up with the coordinates after she had already gone."

Steve hung his head before running a hand through his hair. Dirt and grim riddled his face from the fight. "Did she say anything that could have hinted at where she was going? What her intentions were?"

Bucky paused, not sure what to say. As furious as Y/N was with the billionaire, something told him she knew about Tony's plan before he even did. Call it intuition, call it knowing the man for long enough to know where his actions would lead, but something about her showing up at perfect timing and how she treated Tony said that she knew, and that's why she left. He wasn't sure how to tell Steve why or what about since he wasn't certain of the guess himself.

"She never said. She knew how to be discrete in her answers so that I couldn't assume anything. One thing I do know is that Tony has some explaining to do. That's all I can grasp from all of it," he answered eventually. Steve nodded and let out a long sigh. "How's Sam doing?"

"He'll be ok. Nat said he was getting stitched up, and I helped pop a shoulder back in place. May have a minor concussion, but Y/N healed him up enough to be conscious and not in pain as much. Sam said she headed straight inside after making sure he wasn't in the line of fire anymore." He looked over at Bucky, seeing a few scrapes and torn parts of his combat suit. "You ok?"

"Hm?" Bucky noticed him looking at his forehead and tattered sleeve. "Oh, I'm fine. They looked at it and stitched a cut on my arm. There was a girl who had ferrokinesis as her enhancement. Had Tony and I incapacitated until Y/N showed up."

"How many enhanced were there?" Steve scratched his head in exhaustion.

"More than we were prepared for."

There was a moment of silence as they sat staring at the clouds they were level with. They had another hour before they were home.

"Did Y/N say if she would meet us back at the compound?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "She's furious with Tony, though. He was seconds from embodying that tube of toothpaste Clint had joked about a month ago. She has restraint, but we may need to keep a close eye on the two anyway," Bucky sighed.

"Sounds like another day in the life," he patted his friend's back with a long sigh before turning around. "I'm going to check on Sam."

Bucky nodded once in acknowledgment before the blonde left him to his thoughts.

__________________

They had been back for an hour. Tony had once again disappeared from the crew and still hadn't confessed anything. Steve, Nat, Bucky, and Sam all went to the infirmary for a routine check-in with a doctor and, once done, went to their rooms to clean up and change.

His hair was still wet, and he had a fresh set of clothes on after washing the mission clean from his body; Bucky was swimming laps in his own head as to what all Y/N's debrief would consist of outside of the bit of information she had already told him.

A part of him wondered if restraining her from bringing an end to The Great Tony Stark was something he deserved or if he had finally fucked around and found out too close to the sun this time.

After three hours of being home and no sight or word from Y/N, he figured he'd go to the source itself. Sitting and trying to create reasoning for the man wasn't getting him anywhere, and he deserved answers. They all deserved answers.

In a corner of his garage in the basement, in a spot no one casually glancing in could have seen him, Bucky heard frustrated cussing and the sound of metal being kicked and beat on. Following the noise, he saw the culprit.

Where Tony had likely been previously doing maintenance on his suit, it had turned into a practice dummy like they used in the training room. Except it wasn't cushioned with human-like material but strong metal that was bruising and cutting his knuckles up at each hit.

"You're going to be the next bionic man on the team if you keep that up," Bucky spoke up, making Stark's head turn fast to the voice. He leaned on the doorway, looking down at his own metal hand and flexing it. Small sounds of whirring, so subtle that only he could hear, flickered in his ear. "Just because we've made great improvements in prosthetics doesn't mean you need to invest in one yourself."

When he looked up, Tony looked like he was pausing for a gun to be pointed at his head, but he brushed it off when he saw Bucky not glaring at him as he expected.

"She here yet?" Tony grumbled, moving to the table by him and grabbing the first aid kit he had already pulled out and rummaged through.

Bucky noticed a bandage on his head and watched as he moved to wrap his soon-to-be blistering knuckles.

"No, but she will be eventually," Bucky answered, pushing off his slanted position, moving to the other table across from him, and leaning back on it as he crossed his arms and oversaw the billionaire. "I figured I'd give you a bit of time to explain your side of the story before she comes to set it straight."

Tony looked at him for a second as if waiting for a cunning response to follow, but Bucky wasn't like him in that sense. He had learned to hear all sides of the story before making a direct attack after so many people failed to do so for him.

There were times when his anger or worry would get the best of him, and he couldn't quite take the back seat every time, like when Y/N had left, and he was quick to defend why she shouldn't. But this was different. Different in a way that he wanted to give Tony the benefit of the doubt where the man before him once stuggled to do the same for him.

"Who else knows?" Tony mumbled, picking at his bleeding knuckles.

"Just you still." Tony looked at him, confused. "I still feel like I'm the dark for the most part. I wanted to give you the floor to explain before Y/N."

Tony's face held a genuine feature of surprise at the super soldier's response. He had every right to be pissed and blowing up on him from the little bit he did know, yet he was giving Tony a chance to try and save himself. Even if it was all but pointless in reality.

"It wasn't supposed to be as... Populated, as it was," Tony mumbled, turning back kit in front of him and grabbing a disinfectant spray. He misted it to the cuts and hissed under his breath as he moved for the disinfectant balm. "The reason for the mission was true. We planned to infiltrate what I believed to be the head of the operation..." He paused, hesitant to say the next part. "But it was a different version of the head of this operation from what I led on."

When he didn't continue, Bucky shifted in his spot and got more comfortable. "Different version, how?"

"I mean," he let out a bitter laugh, the anger only directed at himself. "It was where they formulated the serum that triggered the mutant gene. The same chemical that was in the bomb Marley handled before it could make its way overseas here."

Tony had told them beforehand that they were going to a facility that housed those being experimented on but hadn't gone through the entire process yet. It was the holding cell for the mutants they had kidnapped already. Sure, they knew traces of the serum would likely be there, but it wasn't the lab where the chemist was creating it. Or at least he never focused on that detail before.

The whole team thought they were going in to release hostages and find the person who was facilitating the entire operation. Not a branch that was creating the serums.

In hindsight, both were places they needed to infiltrate, but the hostages were priority number one to the blinded team. And in going in, they were prepared for the innocents who were yet to be taken advantage of, not the army of bodyguards created to protect the project.

"So you're saying there's still a place out there, a lab where people are being used as lab rats?"

"If there is, we don't have solid information on it," Tony answered truthfully, throwing off the bandage he had applied yet wasn't satisfied with.

He wasn't sure what to do with that answer. He paused, thinking of their meeting leading up to the mission. The one Tony had pulled files in front of them on and Nat had conspired with.

"Nat said-"

"Nat didn't have all the information like she thought," Tony groaned as another disinfectant stung him, and he threw the bottle down before haphazardly wrapping gauze around his hand again, an even worse job than the one before.

Bucky felt as though he had gotten lost all over again. If anything, he was more confused than when he walked in.

"How did you manage to keep Nat out of your true plans?" he asked, shocked and frustrated. "She would have-"

"She would have known if she had all the files, but Anthony was clever enough to keep hardcopies yet to be scanned into the system for her to hack into. Right?"

The voice caught both of them off guard, and they whipped their heads quickly to the entrance of the cornered space they were occupying.

"I can enlighten us all if you'd rather," Y/N deadpanned with a tilt of her head. Her eyes never left Stark's as Nat and Steve followed behind her.

Replacing her new stealth suit, he had seen her in hours prior; she was in her streetwear. The all-powerful being she had presented as earlier looked to be taken over by a normal civilian version of her. The anger in her features was the only thing remaining from her previous appearance.

She wore a green top that wrapped across her chest and torso in an abstract way, resting just over her high-waisted bell bottoms, the color a dark brown, that covered a tan set of boots. Her hair was down and natural under the head scarf intricately secured around her head. Her usual set of rings and necklaces littered her neck and fingers and had he not known what she was capable of, she would have fit in as a regular New Yorker on the street.

(Imagine brown pants, really whichever you prefer :))

"I thought I gave you enough time while I wrapped things up, but it seems I got here a touch early," she voiced in an intimidating tone as she walked in carefully, looking around at his hiding space as if she'd never stepped foot in there before. Her heels clicked lightly as she walked, an air of unbothered confidence following her. "Sorry," she paused in her step as Steve and Nat came further into the room, and Tony watched her. "Don't let me interrupt your confession. You were getting to the good part. Please," she smiled like a cat playing with a mouse. "Continue." She waved a hand after a second, returning to her calculated walk around the space.

She may have looked close to normal, but the feeling of fear and coercion, all targeted at Tony, overtook the room. She didn't need to blast her energy photons at Tony to make him look like he was ready to melt and vaporize into the ground.

"Make me the bad guy," he started, but Y/N raised a hand.

"Careful, Anthony. You're sounding awfully close to playing the victim card. And you and I both know you don't get to use that this round," she looked at him to proceed carefully with his next words.

Now Bucky understood. Being on the receiving end of Y/N was proving to be such a terrifying experience that he understood why so many surrendered without much of a fight. And she wasn't even using her powers; she was just using her body language and tone to fight right now.

Making the wise choice, Tony started explaining. Catching Nat and Steve up with what he had told Barnes.

"What the hell have I been doing research for then?" Nat shouted with a pointed glare to Tony. Being on the receiving end of any woman staring in the room right now was making the option of death sweeter by the moment. "You told me it was to find the facilities that-"

"It was one of those. Or it started as one of those -it just," he stumbled. "We had an agent report back after a PI on the location that it had escalated to something more. It wasn't just housing the mutants anymore. They likely still had a handful there, but they changed its location to one of the chem labs instead. A place where they were developing a serum that could work faster and was adapted from the original one."

"So there are facilities where innocent people are being controlled every day that we haven't found yet?" Steve asked, stepping forward, his eyebrows knitted together. "How many people are out there waiting for rescue, and we just got sent to find another serum? Another God Damn serum?!" His bite followed after that foolish word that had affected his life and this world more than once.

"I still have people trying to hunt down the experimentation labs. The one we went to was originally one, and I was hoping that by hitting it, we'd save those that were there already and-"

"Yes, you could have done that, but remind me where your first priority lay?" Y/N interrupted, everyone looking at her as she spoke up for the first time since egging him on.

"I had multiple priorities," Tony growled, growing stressed and angered as his friends teamed up against him.

"Sure," she hummed, standing from the barstool she had settled on and coming to stand closer to Bucky, Nat, and Steve on his other side. "Then answer this question instead if that one's too hard. What was the first stop you made once you made it inside?" she raised one eyebrow, begging him to misstep so she could follow through with her threat when they were at the facility.

He didn't answer. The shame radiating off him wasn't only obvious to Y/N. They could see it in his posture and defying features. Y/N had verified that one person actually could indeed out-ego Stark.

"The lab. Your favorite little place to hang out," Y/N answered. "But this time, you actually listened to SHIELD and did what you were told in your play zone. You went to get the serum to hand it off to the guys upstairs and-"

"You're telling me that you would want that information to get out to someone who shouldn't have their hands on it?" Tony snapped back, standing from the chair he had sunk into.

"You're telling me that you trust the power-hungry bastards up there to not be those individuals?!" Y/N shouted back with a finger to the sky, breaking her barrier of level-headedness. "Surprise, Stark! Hyrda already spoiled the ending for that movie!"

"It's different now," Tony matched her step.

Y/N rolled her eyes, rolling her shoulders back and staying eye-to-eye with him. "Like I haven't heard that one a million times before."

"You always say-"

"I always say watch your fucking back, Anthony!" she cut him off, pointing a finger into his chest after two swift steps toward him. "I've been around long enough on this god-damn earth, and I have yet to see the cycle break. Modified? Sure, if you want to call it that. But changed?" She huffed and looked at him in disappointment. "Man hasn't evolved. People in high positions always get what they want. And we've been served enough times to know that it's almost never for the greater good like they advertise."

The three on the sidelines watched as both Y/N and Tony stared at each other. A silent conversation in their eyes alone.

"I wasn't going to let that happen," Tony said after a moment.

"It didn't matter if you were going to or not," she shook her head as if he was missing the point, but also a sadness glassed over her eyes. "You're not that innocent, Tony. Don't lie to yourself. They have initiatives ready to go for a mutant team of their own. Hell, they already have one," she motioned to the small group around them. "But again, those carnivores will never be satisfied with their advantages. The more power they can get their hands on, the more they rule the world."

"I've never seen plans for anything like that. I searched for those types of things before I agreed to the negotiations," Tony started, and she laughed.

"Much like you were able to hide rather important information from the best spy on your team," she nodded her head to Nat before crossing her arms. "SHIELD has its loopholes and hidden caves themselves. Nothing is of all access to you like you believe."

There was silence as everything was out. Their initial intentions for the mission had been brutally manipulated and led to new truths and spiteful intentions lying raw in front of them.

"How'd you know about it?" Tony spoke up eventually.

"Technology is just one form of science. All magic is, is a science humankind has yet to discover, and my magic is a science that has yet to be hacked by humans; therefore, I always have the upper hand." Her answer seemed like a warning mixed with a humble explanation.

Her magic, as old as it was, wouldn't be stopped with a hard-to-find tangible piece of evidence, much less simple coding on a computer.

"A lot of things weren't given honest explanations of, and that's something we will have to discuss for sure, but," Steve stepped up closer to the two. "Tony, you lied to us. The team- the family you are supposed to look out for." His hurt face made Tony slouch his posture a hair. "Sam's in the medical bay with Banner because of a nasty concussion, luckily semi-healed because of Y/N, and Nat and I would have been screwed in that room if we didn't get reinforcements."

"We surveyed it before. The grounds weren't supposed to be populated a fraction of what it was," Tony defended.

"We work in a job field where we know going in it won't always go according to plan. Some statistic is going to be wrong in our debrief, and something is always going to challenge us to think on our feet." Bucky stood straighter. "But knowing the mission's goal changes the plans entirely. Not knowing any forthright information on that kind of assignment could have got us killed."

"I take blame for that. I do. I-" Tony began.

"Tony. If you had been truthful at the get-go about this," Nat looked at him. "We wouldn't be having this conversation."

Tony shook his head, and Y/N replied to a comment none of the crew had heard, as Tony had only thought it.

"You're right. They wouldn't have gone, and that would have been their choice to make," she said sternly. "You took their choice and their morals into your own hands... Because of that, you lost their respect and trust for it, Tony."

No one said anything else. The room was full of emotions, changing every time something new was brought to light.

Y/N turned around and ran a hand over her face. "I have to go meet with Banner. I'll be around for a little longer if you all need me," she said quietly, walking out without another word.

The truth was out now, and it was the team's choice to do what they wanted with it. As much as Tony thought her reason for coming back was to bury him in the hole he dug, he was wrong. She wanted honesty out of all this, and she got it.

Nat followed behind after a minute and left, not wanting to be in the space. Bucky started making his way out to let Tony stew in his errors and patted Steve on the shoulder to coax him to leave, too.

Tony was on his own now... And he was the only one at fault for it.

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Thoughts on Tick/Arthur? 🫵

wonderful obsessed they are making me go crazy 👍 so much that i struggle to put the thoughts into proper words theyjust love each other so much...

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The Sniffles

tenth doctor x reader (ambiguous relationship)

Summary: In which you hide being sick from the Doctor

You stumbled into the TARDIS control room, very obviously sick, even if you refused to admit it. Companions didn’t get sick. Plus, you were still functional. Mostly. 

“I was thinking we could travel back in time today,” the Doctor said in his usually cheery voice, moving about the console with boundless energy, “Maybe Victorian England? Or the moon launch! Definitely the moon launch,” he grinned, turning to you for approval. 

You nodded and the Doctor didn’t need much more confirmation than that. He ran around the control room, piloting the ship in a chaotic manner. 

“It’s even more brilliant up close, I promise,” he rambled on, still running about the ship. “One of the greatest feats of humankind if you ask me.” 

You sniffled as quietly as possible, rubbing your nose on the back of your sleeve. The Doctor didn’t pay any mind to you, still rambling on about the moon. You wished your nose wasn’t so stuffy, you wished that you weren’t exhausted and sick.

“Very characteristic of you lot to see a rock in the sky and decide to venture to it. It’s like that guy who climbed Mount Everest, what was his name?” he frowned, momentarily pausing his chaotic movements. 

“George Mallory?” you ventured. The Doctor snapped loudly in your direction, a big grin plastered on his face. 

“That one! He wanted to climb Everest because-” 

“Because it’s there,” you said simultaneously, though in a significantly more congested voice than the Doctor. He referenced it a lot, usually as an example of humanity's stupidity. If the Doctor noticed your parroting, he didn’t show it. 

“That essentially sums up how humans feel about the moon. Great big, strange rock in the sky, you better go claim it.” 

You nodded along, your focus slowly slipping as he continued to talk. You were already so exhausted and you hadn’t even done much yet. Your head felt heavier than a bowling ball and your sinuses were clogged up beyond belief. At this point, you just wanted to crawl back into bed and never leave again. 

Sensing that you had stopped paying attention, the Doctor halted his emphatic rambling.“What’s wrong?” he asked, moving over to you and crossing his arms while frowning slightly. Usually you at least feigned interest in his ramblings.

“Nothing,” you lied, though it wasn’t very convincing. You didn’t have the energy to lie to the Doctor right now.

His frown deepened as he leaned closer to you, examining you like some alien gadget he couldn’t figure out. 

Without warning he reached his hand out, resting the back of his hand against your forehead. Mostly out of instinct, you pulled away from him with a frown. “Hey!” you snapped, swatting his hand away. 

“You’re burning up!” he retorted, his voice cross. 

“It’s warm in here.” 

“No, it’s not. You’re always complaining about it being cold,” he pointed out, challenging you to deny it. Unfortunately, he was entirely right. He kept the TARDIS much colder than you would prefer. You just stayed silent since you didn’t have anything to retaliate with. Unfortunately for your argument, your silence was punctuated with a sniffle followed by a suppressed cough.

“Come on, back to bed,” the Doctor sighed, tilting his head in the direction of your room. 

“I’m fine!” you argued again, which would have been much more convincing if it wasn’t accompanied by a series of sneezes. 

“Are you sure about that?” the Doctor huffed, looking at you condescendingly. 

“It’s just a little cold.” you sniffled slightly, fighting the urge to sneeze again. 

“Mhm, even if it is ‘just a little cold’ you need to get some rest,” he chastised, guiding you out of the control room. 

“I’m perfectly fine,” you repeated but didn’t protest as he guided you back to your room. 

“Sure you are,” the Doctor rolled his eyes behind your back. Stubborn as ever. 

He guided you through your door and into your bedroom, pulling back the covers for you and gesturing for you to get in bed.

“I’m going to go grab you medicine, if you move I’m going to be very upset,” he emphasized, tucking the blankets around you. You sniffled again and nodded your understanding. Frankly, you were too tired to keep fighting him on this. Maybe a little nap wouldn’t be a bad thing.

The Doctor left the room to grab some medicine and a warm cup of tea and honey. When he returned, you were still bundled up in the blankets, sniffling quietly. 

He handed you the medicine and a glass of water, watching as you took it. When you were done, he swapped the glass of water for the tea. 

“It will help you feel better, I promise,” he urged, wrapping your hands around the warm mug. The steam wafting from the cup was so enticing he didn’t have to ask you twice. You drank the tea happily, the warm liquid heating your body and clearing your sinuses and throat a bit. When you were done, the Doctor took the cup back from you. 

“Why would you hide something like this from me?” he said, his eyebrows knit together. He was genuinely concerned about you, and he would be lying if he said it didn’t hurt him a bit that you hadn’t felt safe enough to let him know you were sick. 

“I didn’t want to be a burden,” you whispered, frowning slightly. 

“You’re not a burden,” he responded, shaking his head without hesitation. 

“What about the moon landing?” 

“It will still be there when you are feeling better.” 

“And you?” 

“I’ll also be here,” he smiled warmly, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb comfortingly. All of time and space could wait, right now all that mattered to him was getting his favorite companion feeling better. 

“Now, get some rest. Please,” he whispered, tucking the blankets around you again, ensuring you were safely bundled up in bed. When he was done, he gently kissed your forehead before getting up to leave. 

“Doctor?”

“Hm?” He hummed, his hand hovering over your door handle. 

“Will you stay with me?” you whispered. A grin took over the Doctor’s face. He slipped his shoes off quickly before practically leaping into your bed. He was always game for a good cuddle.

“I don’t wanna get you sick,” you argued as he snuggled in next to you, opening his arms as an invitation.

“Superior Time Lord immune system,” he shrugged, beckoning you into his arms. You obliged, wrapping your arms around his slender middle.

“Not everything Time Lord is superior,” you grumbled, burning your face in his chest. In response, he wrapped his arms tighter around you. “Except maybe the cuddles,” you murmured, nuzzling slightly against his chest. Blimey, he was a good cuddler. He chuckled and placed another gentle kiss on your head.

You sniffled again and sneezed against him before quickly apologizing. At this point, you were bound to get him sick too.

“Don’t worry about it,” he cooed, brushing his thumb against your cheek comfortingly. “It’s gonna take more than the sniffles to get rid of me,” he reassured. Getting sick from you was the least of his worries right now.

“Now, get some rest,” he whispered into your hair, resting his face on the top of your head. You didn’t protest this time, you were way too comfortable. Happy and safe in his arms you found yourself quickly drifting off to sleep. 

The Doctor was soon to follow, exhausted from all of your travels, though he would never admit it.

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baby announcement | q. hughes

part of the mount everest au🏔️

quinn hughes x !zegras reader (clover is her nickname and what she will go by in this au)

cloverzegras

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cloverzegras can’t wait to meet our girl in september🩷

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_quinnhughes these 6 months need to go by fast, I can’t wait to hold our little girl and admire her forever🩷

cloverzegras she’ll have the best dad ever🩷

lhughes_06 you mean to tell me there’s a possibility my niece can be born on my birthday?!🥹

cloverzegras yes and i hope she is!! I guarantee you’ll be her favorite uncle!

trevorzegras what the fuck???

jackhughes I hope she’s not born on your birthday!!!

lhughes_06 @/jackhughes your jealousy is showing bro

jackhughes shut the fuck up.

lhughes_06 grouchy much.

trevorzegras I can’t believe imma be an uncle and we’re gonna be related soon!🥹 @/jackhughes

jackhughes I know dude I can’t wait! Hopefully quinn pops the question soon!

cloverzegras woah slow down there, there’s no engagement happening for a while 😭

_quinnhughes what she said, we’re not ready and we want to focus on everest first

jackhughes ugh fine but hurry up, z and I need to celebrate it

cloverzegras I’m slapping you

elblue6 can’t wait to meet my granddaughter, she’ll have the most amazing parents ever🥹🩷

cloverzegras I’m sobbing omg momma el I love you😭🩷 she’s gonna have the best grandparents ever

colecaulfield I think the best uncle is gonna be me so fuck you all!

_alexturcotte there’s no way you’ll be the favorite uncle like that’s impossible?? It’s gonna be me obviously

trevorzegras you guys aren’t even her real uncles so like it’ll be neither of you!

jackhughes exactly! It’s either gonna be me Luke or trevor

cloverzegras and we all know it’s gonna be luke

lhughes_06 ha suck it! I’m gonna be the favorite uncle!💃I’m gonna be the favorite uncle!🕺

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_quinnhughes excited to do this with you forever🩷

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cloverzegras forever with you and our girl🩷

_quinnhughes can’t wait💙

jackhughes you guys make me sick but im so happy for you guys and I know this kid will have the most amazing parents ever. I love you both so much.

cloverzegras she’s gonna have an amazing but annoying uncle and couldn’t have asked for a better one than you j💙

jackhughes okay you do know how to make a grown man cry.

colemcward I’ll be back in Vancouver when it’s her due date!

cloverzegras you better!! I’ll need my son at the hospital with me

colemcward how about I fly out earlier then? I’ll have to reset up my room and I can help with everests!

_quinnhughes why did I forget he lived with us.

cloverzegras you forgot your son lived with us??? you’re on the couch sir, cole can room with me and you have to set up his room before he gets here!

colemcward mom and everest sleepover woohoo!!

_quinnhughes kicking him out

cloverzegras you can’t do that so ha!

eliaspettersson happy for you both! uncle elias will be getting her a jersey immediately (it’s already on the way, I couldn’t help but order it once you told me!)

cloverzegras stop are you serious?? I need you to tell me when it arrives so I can be over there with you!

eliaspettersson will do clov!

elblue6 clover hun you look gorgeous 💙 can’t wait to see how you guys blossom into parents together. So glad Quinn found the one for him forever.

cloverzegras 2 times momma el has made me cry in the last hours😭 best grandma ever but thank you!🫶🏻(don’t tell my mom I said this)

trevorzegras ha I’m telling mom!

cloverzegras and I’ll kick you in the shin!

_quinnhughes thank you mom I’m glad I did too💙

sorry it’s short! started running out of ideas but I hope you guys love the start of this series!🫶🏻