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theycallmebecca · 6 months

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Chris or steve rogers talk to their future baby’s future while his preg wife, reader was tucked to sleep

Since the prompts were meant to be fluffy fall/halloween prompts, I had to spin this a little to make it work, but I hope you like it nonny.

Title: Late Night Convos

Pairing: Steve Rogers x female reader

Rating: PG

Warnings: pregnancy

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The bedroom was dark when Steve came in and quietly got ready for bed.

You'd gone to bed hours ago and were seemingly sound asleep or as soundly as you could be at 7 months pregnant.

Climbing into bed, Steve laid his head back and stared up at the ceiling, still not tired enough to sleep.

Reaching over, he placed his hand on your swollen stomach and smiled when the baby kicked at his hand. He or she was clearly awake for a conversation.

"Steve," you mumbled in your sleep.

"Sorry," he said, guilty.

"S'ok," you replied, moving your hand so it was on top of his. "You can talk to the baby."

"I'll be quiet," he promised. Then he pushed the blankets aside and repositioned himself so his head was by your belly.

He spoke so softly and so closely to your belly that while you couldn't hear what he was saying, you could feel the vibrations on your skin.

You strained you ears to make out the conversation but only heard the word 'pumpkin'.

"What are you talking about?" you asked.

"We're discussing future Halloween costumes," Steve replied. "I promised to not let you dress our baby up like a pumpkin."

"What? Why?"

"Why were we discussing Halloween costumes or why not a pumpkin?" Steve asked. He kissed your belly and then returned to the top of the bed.

"Both?" you asked, tired and confused.

"Because your belly reminded me of a pumpkin and everyone dresses their babies as pumpkins," Steve replied with a shrug.

You blinked at him, unsure how to even respond to that.

"Go back to sleep," Steve said with a smile. "And if you really want to dress the baby as a pumpkin, I won't stop you."

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live-laugh-neteyam · 1 year

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i saw that you're opening requests omfg i love your writing so im taking the opportunity!

neteyam tired and exhausted from his training and goes to seek reader to decompress, finds her then just straight up drops his body to her, nuzzling his nose to her neck and probably mutters smth like, "you're my comfort person" or smth, gets all cuddly and everything. reader is the only person who got to see neteyam like this

they're mutually pining best friends btw

bonus if neteyam didnt notice one of his siblings sitting in front of the reader 😭

im so sorry if this got too long 😭😭 tysm babe

My Comfort Person ||| neteyam x omatikaya!reader

awwww thank you so much! 🥹🫶🏻

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pairings: neteyam x omatikaya!fem!reader

summary: your best friend neteyam is a bit of a sleep cuddlier

words: 600

warnings/notes: none! pure tooth rotting fluff

After another long ass day filled with nothing but training Neteyam was exhausted. In fact, exhausted was an understatement.

The only thing he wanted to do was to snuggle up and go to sleep. What he really wanted was to snuggle up with you.

His best friend was the only person who could immediately put him at ease. Nothing could top the tranquil feeling of holding you in his arms.

Neteyam trudged through home tree, his mind on autopilot. He was so groggy and exhausted he didn’t even know where he was going.

Your hands carefully worked at the bracelet you were holding. Gently weaving the material so as not to damage it. Stopping midway through you noticed that the beads you were using were very similar to the beads Neteyam was found of.

A blush creeped onto your cheeks as you thought of him. You'd be lying if you said you didn't have feelings for him. But he was your best friend and nothing more.

"Why is your face like that?" Kiri asked unamused.

Eyes widening at being caught you tried to brush her off. "Like what?"

"Just admit that you were day dreaming about my brother so we can get back to our jewelry." She rolled her eyes.

You started to panic as you felt your entire face heat up. It wasn't that obvious, was it?

"I don't know what you're talking about." You nervously chuckled.

"Oh please," Kiri huffed. "The two of you have been pining after each other for years."

"You’re being dramatic. Neteyam doesn't see me that way." You frowned.

Kiri started laughing but quickly stopped when she saw your somber expression. "Wait, are you serious?” She asked.

"Yes Kiri! We're friends. Only friends. Neteyam would never return my feelings." You sighed.

"You must be blind." Kiri laughed. "He has been obsessed with you for years. To the point that it's alarming how much he talks about you."

"Seriously?"

"It's obvious to everyone but the two of you apparently."

Before you could argue with her the flap of your tent opened to reveal Neteyam himself. Kiri smirked giving you a knowing look.

Neteyam groggily made his way over to you. He looked liked he was half asleep, not even noticing Kiri as he passed her.

Neteyam plopped down next to you nuzzling his face into your neck. Inhaling your sweet scent immediately relaxed his tense body.

"What's wrong 'Teyam?" You softly asked while reaching your hand up to caresses his head.

"Tired." He mumbled against your skin. "Needed my comfort person."

Snuggling more into you his head found it's way onto your lap. He was hugging your arm to his chest.

You melted at the sight of him. He looked like a big comfy toddler. Seeing him like this wasn’t unusual. Despite the mighty warrior mask he wore, Neteyam loved physical touch. Whenever the two of you were alone he practically demanded that you cuddled.

But that was always when you were alone. He had never acted this way around anyone else. You were shocked that he was so relaxed with Kiri sitting right there. Usually you were the only one to see this side of him.

“Told you.” Kiri whispered.

Shushing her you waved her out. Neteyam had fallen asleep and the last thing you wanted was to wake him up.

Lovingly you admired his relaxed face as he slept. Gently you brushed his hair out of his face. A soft smile graced his lips as he begun to purr.

“Sleep well my mighty warrior.” You whispered.

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lovings4turn · 4 months

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logan trying his best to support you as you're studying . . . even though all he wants is for you to come and cuddle with him, he knows how important these assignments are for you. so he does everything in his power to make it easier for you. he brings you regular snacks, some sliced fruit and little chocolates because he read that it helps your brain focus. before he leaves, he always gently takes your chin between his fingers to move your gaze away from your laptop and books long enough for him to press a kiss between the furrow of your brows, relaxing you instantly. logan can only restrain his desire to look after you for so long. he knows you're a hard worker, you have been since the day he met you, but he's not going to let you burn yourself out. when it's nearing two am and you're still going, logan ignores all protests as he scoops you into his arms and carries you to bed. your books will be there in the morning, he reminds you. all you need to focus on right now is sleep.

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buckrecs · 11 months

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Subby Bucky

masterlist | req masterlist

Control by @cake-writes

Bucky isn’t usually one to relinquish control, but this time he does.

please. by @buckybarnesdiaries

Bucky needed to be spoiled.

I See Sunshine ‘cause I Know That You Are Mine by @duckybarnes1917

Bucky enjoys being your good boy.

Tied Up by @duckybarnes1917

Bucky wants to be tied up, teased, and denied.

Crooked Crown by @rookthorne

Sometimes the King needed his Queen to take care of him, and you were more than happy to oblige.

Delicate by @bucksangel

Bucky Barnes, known as the ‘king of New York’, is ruthless and powerful, running everything with an iron fist. He has no weaknesses, other than you. You’re his world, his soulmate, his angel, and he’d do anything and everything to keep you safe. What John Walker, an up-and-coming mobster with irrational tendencies, doesn’t understand, is that you’ll do the same for Bucky.

in your arms i’m born again by @bonky-n-steeb

you want to find out exactly how many times is too many times for the super soldier.

Starved. by @buckybabieboy

Bucky's first time after 70+ years

The Tailor’s Son by @kinanabinks

After a decade away from Chicago, you're back home to rule over your domain - and to finally make the tailor's son yours.

Overstimulation by @metalbuckaroo

"As long as you want me to, sweetheart. I'm all yours."

Insatiable 19.1 by @thenhewaswrongaboutme

After finally returning from the mission gone wrong, Bucky has you right where he wants you— spread out on the bed with his head between your thighs. He’s a little eager, but it’ll be fine— right?

so you had a bad day… by @dirtychocolatechai

reader edging Bucky who's had a rough day

Can you see what I see? by @dailyreverie

Mission Accomplished by @buckyseternal

sometimes your work is stressful. coming home from an especially aggravating mission, you take out all of your frustrations on your boyfriend.

Dirty Little Secret by @moonlight-prose

bucky's long kept secret soon becomes reality.

Control by @cake-writes

Bucky isn’t usually one to relinquish control, but this time he does.

You Know Just What I Need by @sinner-as-saint

Freshly out of uni, Bucky Barnes comes back to live in his family home. Given he’s the only son of a billionaire, he needs security around at all times. And his dad puts you in charge of his son’s safety until he comes home from a business trip. You intend on doing your job as perfectly as always, but what you didn’t know it that Bucky is a spoilt brat who is only interested in pestering you and making your life a living hell… until eventually you are left with no other choice but to teach him a lesson in order for him to learn how to behave.

drabble by @becca-e-barnes

making a subby!dbf!Bucky cum inside you

Touch by @ro-is-struggling

Bucky was not a fan of physical contact, that was something you knew about him even before you started dating him. What you didn't know was how incredibly touch starved he was. That is until one lazy Sunday afternoon, when you take your relationship to the next level.

Losing Control by @flordeamatista

Control is reclaimed by you

Occupied by @goodgirlofglory

You have dragged Bucky into the handicapable toilet on the main floor of the administrations floor of S.H.I.E.L.D and intend to swallow his cock. Who is he to say no?

Big Boy by @goodgirlofglory

tying up a big strong metal armed super soldier and making him cum over and over and over while he’s begging

Delicate by @bucksangel

Stupid by @coffeecatsandcandles

Without reason, Bucky asks for a divorce.

I Hate U by @duckybarnes1917

Bucky hates you. Until he doesn't.

The Storm He Claims by @sstan-hoe

with a hot-headed wife like you, Bucky's life was never boring. Add to that, his daughter. Seven years, cute as a button with the temper of her mother.

The Interview by @sweetbbarnes

After directing a successful movie about Captain America’s life, the media seems to think that you and Steve Rogers would be the perfect match. Little do they know, your heart has already been taken by his best friend, the infamous ex-assassin James Barnes. And although you two are in a secret relationship and even secretly live together, when Bucky hears people talking about how you and Steve would be perfect for each other, his insecurity gets the best of him. But it’s okay, because you are determined to show your soldier just how much you love him.

Purr for me by @rookthorne

A deal had been struck, and since you had claimed victory that day, you were more than eager to collect the reward of such a win.

plaything by @captain-buckyyy

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antiquarianfics · 9 months

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Ruinin’ the Game

a/n: I saw a writing prompt and this came to mind. who doesn’t want a cute lil drabble occasionally? warnings: none

“Please!” You cry out, shielding your four year old daughter away in your arms. “There are children here!”

The boy in front of you laughs humorously.

“There were children in my hometown, too,” he says, raising his gun.

“You don’t have to do this,” you insist.

“I think I do.”

He pulls the trigger. You close your eyes, waiting for the bullets to hit you. They don’t.

Carefully, you open your eyes. Bucky has jumped in front of you, holding a pillow out in front of him.

The boy stomps his foot in frustration.

“Dad!” He complains.

“What?” Bucky laughs, dropping the pillow as your daughter, Becca, jumps into his arms. He catches her and lets out a grunt with the impact, but he immediately steadies her and grins.

“Daddy! You saved us!” Becca exclaims.

Bucky grins widely, planting a sloppy kiss onto Becca’s cheek and making her giggle. You move forward on your knees to meet your husband, grinning as you lean forward and plant a sweet kiss on his lips.

“My hero,” you say, punctuating your statement with another kiss.

Becca giggles at the PDA, but your son, Grant, gags.

“Mom! Dad! Stop. Gross,” he complains. “You’re ruinin’ the game!”

“How is a ‘thank you’ kiss from the pretty lady I saved ruining the game, kid?” Bucky raises an eyebrow, challenging his son.

“Because it’s gross.”

Bucky laughs, pulling your face closer again for another kiss. Grant groans.

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folkloresthings · 8 months

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BECCA!! Congrats on 1k, I love your writing and I’m glad so many other people do too <3

NORTHANGER ABBEY — send a muse + your favourite trope and i’ll write a drabble/blurb.

Could you do Sebastian Vettel + pining/unrequited love but with a happy end? (Kind of à la Amy & Laurie in little women??)

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SOMEDAY. ❨ sebastian vettel x reader ❩

✩⡱ warnings: mention of v*mit

the light of sebastian’s presence had lit your life for as long as you could — or wanted to remember. young when you’d first met, you at nineteen and him twenty—four, donning his red bull gear and a world championship. the bar in which you had met wasn’t anything special, tucked away in the heart of valencia. you were travelling with friends, he was working his way towards his second championship.

it was easy to spot him across the bar, all blonde curls and dazzling eyes. a woman hung on his arm, whispering in his ear while a friend—of—a—friend introduced you both. he’d barely looked at you, probably to preoccupied with how the woman’s hands were wandering further south by the minute.

your best friend was more of a racing fan than you, and had coincidentally planned the route of your travels across europe to coincide with the grand prix schedule. the next time you saw him was in budapest, nursing the same drink he’d had in spain but arms bare of playthings for the night.

“vodka soda, please.”

“i remember you,” he had slurred, pointing aimlessly towards you as you spoke across to the barman. “valencia!”

you assumed his exclamation of the city was his connecting of the dots, so you sent him a nod and a small smile. “yeah, we both know joseph.”

“joseph, right,” sebastian mused, vague familiarity dancing across his features. “good guy.”

he looked just as handsome that night as he had in valencia, though slightly drunker. you had heard the tales of the good—looking german driver, your friend spent most of your train journeys across countries gushing about him and half a dozen other names you didn’t recognise.

“here, my treat,” sebastian quickly cut across you before you could pay, shoving a few euros into the barman’s hand. you didn’t bother arguing — he was a world famous formula one driver and you were a full time university student. he could afford a vodka soda better than you could.

“thank you, sebastian.”

“you’re welcome…” he trailed off, searching desperately in his memory for your name.

“y/n,” you offered, a grin tugging at your lips. you couldn’t find it in yourself to be annoyed at his lack of attention, not when his eyes were shining up at you the way they were. he repeated it, your birthright sounding far nicer on his tongue than your own. he’d shaken your hand then, ordering an apology round of shots for his “shameful behaviour”.

a few hours later, you held his belongings as he vomited into an empty alleyway. the streets of budapest were practically deserted, town clock chiming three in the morning. sebastian’s challenge of shot after shot soon became a competition with only himself, ending up much drunker than yourself and with no one around to supervise his stupidity.

thankfully, tucked somewhere in his pocket, was the address of his hotel. you got him there, eventually, after a few stops to sit down or sebastian’s several attempts to climb a wall. you took him all the way to him room, getting him into bed and leaving a note and some painkillers by his side.

from then on, you were friends. even when you went back to university, he did all he could to fly you out to races and let you see a little more of the world. australia, japan, abu dhabi… you’d been there to see him win every world championship, to hug him and celebrate with one too many drinks afterwards. you were still always the one to tuck him in after.

the only problem was, amongst this wonderful friendship, you were completely and utterly in love with him.

he didn’t feel the same. you figured that out one night in monaco when he took you for dinner and snuck you down to the beach afterwards. you kissed him on the sand, naive and innocent, only twenty and unsure of what this would mean. he’d been kind about it, sweet as ever, letting you indulge yourself before letting you down slowly.

“maybe someday, when you’re older.”

his words played in your mind like a broken record every birthday from them on. would this be the year? you tried going out with other boys, but none of them compared to him. your sebastian. every year you got older, so did he, and soon you were twenty—six and him thirty—one.

in those years, you were glad for his wise, older words. they’d kept your friendship intact, giving you your person — the one you could talk to in good times and bad. no matter how painful your love for him was, never fading over time, you kept it all down for the sake of keeping him in your life.

“penny for your thoughts?” sebastian’s usual teasing tone pulls you from your thoughts, the montage of your relationship playing in your head. you glance up at him, forcing on a smile.

“sorry, zoned out for a minute,” you breathed out a laugh, smoothing down the skirt of your dress in the mirror. “how do i look? do i look alright?”

sebastian took a moment to let his eyes rake over your body. the dress was a pale blue colour, adorned with pale white flowers that floated about your ankles. he could only describe it as soft, a light summer dress that moved with the wind but hugged your lines perfectly. god, you were heavenly.

“you look beautiful. you are beautiful.” sebastian’s face had softened considerably, looking at you in a way that could almost be mistaken for love. you stare at him, yearning to decipher the thoughts in his head, but you come up empty.

inhaling some feeling back into your body, you move from his gaze. “i better go. robb will be waiting.”

robb. sebastian had been with you when you met. a grand event, drivers and socialites alike. sebastian had gone to get you both a drink when he returned to find the man flirting with you. you were smiling and laughing, your hand finding it’s place on the man’s arm. sebastian turned on his heel and left you to it, finishing both of your drinks in his stride.

since then, you had been to dinner with robb twice. he was charming, funny and sweet, knew just how to woo you. admittedly, you struggled to find the spark that people often spoke of, but you were willing to pass it up for a chance at some kind of romance. sebastian, however, found himself battling with this strange feeling in his stomach every time you spoke to him about robb.

he could feel it again now, watching you skip off to meet your date. twisting and tugging, nausea rising in his chest. it was a new feeling, and one that he hated having. it was selfish of him but he couldn’t help it — you had been his for so long, only his, and now you were slipping away.

“ — but it’s far too cold there to live all year…” chuckling at robb’s latest tale, you felt the words on your tongue fade as he appeared nearby. you had told sebastian where you and robb were going, a small jazz bar with expensive cocktails and live music. so why had he come?

“seb?”

he smiled, brows furrowing in faux confusion. “oh, hey you two. fancy seeing you here.”

if looks could kill, sebastian would be six feet under by now. your glare was cold, but missed completely by robb as he engaged in conversation with your friend. for the next thirty minutes, you didn’t say a word. you didn’t get a chance, with robb asking sebastian a million questions on racing and the latter gladly entertaining him.

“excuse me,” you muttered, grabbing your bag and pushing yourself from the chair. your date barely noticed, staring at a picture on sebastian’s phone. the blonde watched you go, snatching his device back and following you without a second thought.

“hey, y/n! wait!” he hurried after you down the street, struggling to keep up with your hurried pace. “y/n!”

his arm reached out to grab you, spinning you on your heel to face him. he knew with one look that you were mad, and he suddenly regretted every choice he’d made that evening. “what?”

“where are you going?” he asked, rather sheepish.

“i’m going home, sebastian,” your voice was sharp, cheeks red with anger and embarrassment. “my date seems pretty occupied with you in there, so i’m leaving.”

“no, wait…” he grappled desperately, grabbing at your wrist again to keep you there. his lips part, searching for an excuse, but nothing comes out.

“you knew i was coming here tonight! why would you show up when you knew?” seething, tears pricked at your eyes. you cursed yourself for the german making you such a mess. “i told you how excited i was and you purposely came to ruin it! why?”

sebastian sighed, silent. all of that jealously turned to hatred, for himself and his stupid, stupid heart. “i’m sorry.”

you looked at him, waiting for more. needing more than just that.

“i’m sorry, i just — i hated seeing you so happy,” as soon as it was out, as soon as he saw your face twist, he knew it didn’t sound right. “no, shit. not like that. i wasn’t the one making you happy and it felt awful. i didn’t want to see you with anyone else. y/n… i’ve been such an idiot.”

the words sunk in as he tried to tangle his fingers in you, squeezing himself closer to you in the street. your head shook, backing away with every inch he moved closer.

“no, no. seb, don’t do this,” you muttered, ignoring his pleas for your forgiveness. you felt dizzy, all of this coming to soon. “seb, you’re being mean. stop it.”

with your voice sterner, he took a step back.

“i’ve waited for you for seven years. i waited and you never came, but the second i find somebody else you figure it out?” tongue laced with disbelief, you felt your feet stumble on the cobbles below. sebastian reached out to you, worry crossing his face. he felt terrible. he’d put you through so much and expected even more.

“i know,” sebastian whispered, daring to step closer again. you let him now, proving yourself weak to his affection once again. his hand finds your cheek, warming it from the night air, your head resting against his hold. “i’m a fool. i didn’t realise it before but i’ve been in love with you for so long. i don’t know when it happened, but it did. and there’s nothing i can do about it but beg you to forgive me.”

your eyes turn soft, melting into his confessional. everything you’d waited for and dreamed of, the words that haunted you for years of sleepless nights. it was happening and none of it felt real. seven years of wanting it, and now you were hesitant.

“will you forgive me?” sebastian pleads, thumbs rubbing gently at the flesh of your cheeks. his lips, ready for yours, but not until you are. “i’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. i promise.”

you smile, because how can you not? when he’s looking at you like you’re the one who hung the moon and the stars — but he’s the sun. your sun, your light, your love.

“yes.” it’s a whisper when it finally comes, but he hears it. his own smile creeps up, squeezing you in delight.

“yes?” he repeats, waiting for you to confirm it again. you do, and he wastes no time in kissing you. not like that night on the beach, young and unsure, but full of love and certainty. because he loves you, with everything he is, and he needs to show you. all soft lips and daring tongues, arms winding around your waist to pull you flush to him.

he loves you and you love him. at the end of the day, or seven years, there’s nothing else that really matters.

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anundyingfidelity · 4 days

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A PLEASANT SURPRISE — Billy Butcher

Summary: After a long time apart, Butcher breaks in your home on your birthday.

Pairing: Billy Butcher x female reader.

Word count: 1.1k.

Warnings: mentions of sex, suggestive, language, mentions of Becca and a dead fiancé.

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notes: this was a request part of my 400 followers drabbles but it was a cute idea and i loved it too much so it turned out longer! the request was made by @thatcharmingmushroom, happy birthday honey!!! i hope you like it!

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With a long sigh, you made your way inside your apartment. Under the few illumination coming from the street lights on the windows, you placed on the countertop the bag of groceries you carried. First thing you looked for was the bottle of wine, in need to just forget the shitty week you had.

“Need help with that?”

That voice you knew too much caused you to jump slightly, your heart beating so hard against your chest as you turned on your heels to see the tall man standing against the wall. He turned on the light switch. Now you could see him better.

“Shit, you scared the hell out of me!” you breathed out.

You couldn’t get mad at him right now. If you weren’t too tired, then you probably would.

Butcher closed the distance between both of you and kissed your cheek softly, the burning feeling of his beard against your skin. “Sorry, luv. I was just passing by.”

You turned your head slightly, ghosting your lips against his own. “You could’ve just called before…”

“Yeah, but what’s the point in that?” he smirked before kissing you properly.

You hummed, feeling his lips after missing him for almost three weeks now. He always left for work. You knew he was into some dangerous shit, but you couldn't really blame him. The world was a disgusting place and you could only find some relief and a sense of safety when you were with him.

You had lost your fiancé to supes, he had lost his wife to supes as well. Twice. And you found each other in a moment where you couldn't lose anything else... But him. You were pretty sure he thought the same. That was why he just left for weeks without telling you, without a call. Nothing. That was his way of protecting you, even if you could bump into one of those fuckers anytime.

When you broke the kiss he started looking for something in your cabinets and once he found the corkscrew he opened the bottle. You took out two wine cups and poured the wine. Soon, you settled together in your living room, sitting on your couch. After taking a sip of your cup, you put it on your coffee table by the side of his own cup. You leaned your head on his shoulder lovingly.

"I missed you so much," you mumbled, taking his hand on yours.

"I know..."

"I wish you'd come more often," you said, looking up at him.

His gaze turned compassionate and he forced to look away from you, instead lowering his eyes. "Well, I'm here now, innit?"

You shifted and turned, making his eyes lock with yours, making it impossible to escape from your hurtful expression. He started to miss the warmth of your hand and your body against his own.

"William, you know what I mean."

"You know what I do," Butcher said. "I'm trying to protect you."

"Yes, but I-" you cut your words, now looking away. It felt so stupid to begin the night with something like this, knowing well you could not see each other that often. "I just wish things were different."

Butcher smiled sadly,. Seeing you like that was breaking his heart. You were the only person, besides Becca, who he could really rely and understand perfectly. He knew you were no replacement for her, and he was no substitute to your fiancé, not now, not never. But there was just something that had drawn him to you that day when you met at that seedy bar. Not just the way you kissed and fucked each other's brains out, but you. You didn't leave the next day, and he didn't want to leave. You didn't run away when he opened up his heart, and neither did he.

It was so silly how a one night stand had you right there, in front of him, after all those months. All of you. You were everything for him that night, and it was no different now.

"Y'know why I came here, right?" he asked, placing his hand on your thigh.

You beamed, trying to focus in the moment. "Thought you forgot."

"Can't believe you think so little of me, luv," Butcher smirked, leaning down to kiss you again, cupping your cheek with the palm of his hand. "Happy birthday."

A soft smile appeared on your lips. "Thank you."

He started looking for something inside his coat and took out a beautiful royal blue silk box, handing it to you with a smirk on his lips. "Got something for ya."

"You didn't steal this, did you?" you said, with a teasing voice, caressing the box with your fingers. It was pretty.

"Just traded a favor," he continued. Your brows lifted. "I'm being honest, sweetheart. Open it."

You giggled under your breath and did as he said. "Fine."

With a gasp, your eyes widened at the insides of the silk box. There was a pretty golden necklace, a small precious gemstone adorned the center. It left you speechless, just staring at it and blinking repeatedly. You knew it was fucking expensive and here you had it, because he thought you should.

"I uhm, I don't know what to say..."

"A kiss is enough."

You chuckled and pulled him for a sweet kiss. You felt his stupid, proud smile against your lips.

"Thank you so much. I love you," you mumbled. "You didn't really have to do this."

"But I wanted to. You fucking deserve it," the palm of his hand caressed your cheek, his thumb brushing on your skin lovingly as his eyes admired your beauty being so close to him. The usage of his words made you smile and he started teasing. "Ah, there it is."

His lips left kisses on your cheek, down your jawline until he kissed the skin on your neck, making you giggle a little and gasp out.

"Stop it, did you have dinner already?" you asked, pushing him away playfully. There was a lustful spark in his eyes and your body ached for him after being apart for so long.

Butcher crashed his lips against yours again, like a hungry man. Slowly, you were laying down on the couch with his help. His strong body over yours as he tasted the wine on your lips with a low moan. Your hands were on the back of his neck, and you let him press his hips against your own, spreading your legs.

"I rather have you as a my main dish," he growled once you pulled away from the kiss.

"Great. I can't wait."

#billy butcher x reader #billy butcher x you #billy butcher x female reader #billy bitcher x y/n #billy butcher imagines #billy butcher the boys #the boys billy butcher #karl urban the boys #the boys series #the boys amazon prime #the boys amazon

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morallyinept · 6 months

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HAPPY SUNDAY EVERYONE! 🖤

How has your week been, lovelies?

My week started off with a touch of a cold, but thankfully hasn't developed into the flu or anything. One of the things I really can't stand most, is that feeling of being all bunged up in your face - bleurgh. Just no thank you ✋🏻

Otherwise, it's been all systems go as usual on the Jett plane. ✈️ Busy with work, busy with friends and busy with writing! 🥵

So Jack, let's crack that whip n' get into this week's whip round, sugar. Yeehaw!

Catch up on last week here, sugar.

☆ Things I've posted this week

Five Days - Chapter 3 - We're starting to get into the meat of this Joel Miller story a bit now and I'm so thankful for all of you that read, re-blog and leave comments on this. I am so glad you're all enjoying it!

Polynesian Kiss - One Shot - My first time writing for Max Phillips which was super fun! 🩸

Ring Toss - One Shot - Donuts & Frankie? Always a tasty treat. Inspired by the awesome & lovely @secretelephanttattoo and her Doughnut Debauchery Marcus Pike Fic. 🍩

Clickbait - Joel Miller GIFLET. I went over 500 words on this one, and I'm not sorry.

Cuts Like Glass - Dave York GIFLET. I'm considering expanding on this one... got a few ideas brewing in the ol' noggin for Dave. 😏

Ezra Ask - My lovely @sweetenerobert was putting ideas into my head first thing on Monday morning, and this quick drabble was the result. 🥵

Lazy Sunday Frankie Vibes HCs - This pic of Pedro from the La Vanguardia shoot, got me thinking some hot Frankie thots... 🔥

I also had some spicy Frankie thots on this awesome post by @rebel-held too. 🖤 Frankie Friday messed me up this week! 🫠

This week's Self-Care with Dieter & Jett focused on Sexual Expression & Repression. And we had World Mental Health Day on Tuesday. 🌍🧠❤️

Phew! It's been a busy week! 🥵

☆ Things I'm currently working on

• Editing the final draft of my Halloween fic to drop on Oct 31st. I'm excited for this one!

• Working on some more GIFLETS as always.

• A fair few one shot drafts that I've always got brewing. Have finished editing a Marcus Pike one shot that I'll probably post next week.

☆ Things I've read this week

My Favourite Fic Recs List hasn't been updated yet this week yet as I've been busy with other things, however all these stories below, and more, will added next week. 👇🏻

A few fics that stood out in particular that I read this week were:

Mystery Strain - @rebel-held I really enjoyed this alternative take on a sex pollen troupe from Rebel's Kinktober prompts, and may now also have a thing for Dieter's big, soft belly after reading this. 🤭

For You I Would Ruin Myself - @thelightsandtheroses Sticking with Dieter, this was a great emotionally charged story, and I love how Dieter was written in this. As much as I love reading smut (who doesn't?), I also really love stories where you are pulled into the inner workings of a character's emotions and thoughts, and sex isn't the main plot point, and this story really impressed me by doing that. Deffo recommend. 👍🏻

Behind Closed Doors - @sweetenerobert Where do I even start?! This was just utterly delicious and debauched. I had so much vivid imagery in my head reading this that a cold shower was needed afterwards, let me tell you. This was such a super hot read and I am so here for it! 🥵

Private & Confidential - @sin-djarin Becca has created the start of something truly wonderful here, I just know it. My Agent Pike senses are tingling to see where this story goes. You should totally check it out too. 🖤

50 - @linzels-blog This was a fic I really enjoyed this week, and I highly recommend it if you're looking for non-age gap fics specifically. It was utterly wonderful and features our favourite pilot, Frankie. 😍

In Another Life - @chronically-ghosted This beautiful Frankie story moved me. The way Taylor writes moves me. I am still thinking about this story and will read it over again. I urge you too also. You're really missing out on something utterly spectacular if you don't. 🖤

I Might Kill My Ex - @beskarandblasters This was such a fun, twisted little tale inspired by the song by Sza, about Joel, and I loved every second of this. It was super hot, and I really liked all the twisty turns this took me through. Deffo a must read. ☝🏻

☆ What have I been watching/listening to this week?

🎃 As it's spooky season, I watched a couple of horror films this week.

I rewatched Evil Dead Rise. I am a lover of the original films with Bruce 'The Chin' Campbell, but the remakes are quite good, particularly this one, I thought. I'm partial to a good horror film and it's been a while since I watched one that made me cringe and recoil at the gore. (The cheese grater scene, if you know, you know! 😬🫣)

Also rewatched both Scream and 30 Days Of Night this week too. Classics, IMO. 👍🏻

I'm looking forward to watching Talk To Me when that comes out on streaming too. The trailer looked fab.

Earworms of the week:

I just love Ronnie Radke's version of this Papa Roach original! I imagine it playing to the backdrop of an epic sex scene in a movie or something...

☆ What have I been up to this week?

Aside from the usual humdrum of work, I went on another short hike yesterday. Always good to get out and stretch the ol' legs.

A very good friend of mine cooked me a wonderful meal this week too when I visited them for a catch up. If you feed me, you can guarantee I will absolutely be your friend forever. 😀

As always, thanks to all those who have DM'd and sent Asks. It's so much fun getting to know you all! 🖤

Well, that was pretty much this week all whipped up in a nutshell! I hope you've all had a great week and are enjoying yourself this weekend too.🤘🏻

Stay kind & stay creamy 🖤

🖤

#jett's weekly whip round #agent whiskey #agent whiskey jack daniels #whiskey jack daniels #agent whiskey kingsman #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #jett's pedro boys #jett's writing #jett's giflets #ezra prospect #dieter bravo #joel miller #fic recs #jett's fics recs #jett has spoken #Spotify

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softlyspector · 1 year

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Hi Becca, I hope you're doing well!

I'm embarrassed to send you this ask because it's a personal request. I'm sure other people experience something similar, but yeah.

So, my birthday is on Friday, and it's usually not a good day for me. I usually end up feeling really lonely and have a lot of other negative feelings. I was wondering if you could write a drabble or have any thoughts about any of the Moon Boys comforting and trying to make their girl's day special?

Again, I totally understand if this doesn't click for you, and you can ignore it if you want to. - 🎭🌙

Happy birthday, anon! Here's just a tiny lil thing for you. I hope you have the best day 💕 thanks for always being a positive light in my inbox 💜

"Happy Birthday, mi amor," Jake says.

You feel something lurch beneath your lungs when he crosses the room with a tiny tiered cake, a single burning candle in the center of it.

When he sits it in front of you at the kitchen table, you feel a lump form in the back of your throat.

Unlike most birthdays, it's a good kind of choked up.

"You didn't have to, Jake," you say, looking up at him. The candlelight shimmers, casts his features in shadow and light.

"We wanted to," he assures, moving to sit next to you. "Now, blow out your candle so I can have some cake."

You roll your eyes, a sudden burst of affection rolling up from your belly. Birthdays were usually solemn, lonely affairs. You'd been planning to ignore it altogether.

But this was better, having this moment with Jake. "C'mon," he urges again, his tone slightly worried. "We - Steven - got you a present and everything. Cake's gotta come first though."

"You got me a present?"

"Steven," he corrects again. "Me and Marc weren't allowed to help."

You laugh at that and loop your arms around his neck, squeezing firmly. "Thank you, all of you."

"It's nothing," he says, one warm hand against your spine.

"It's everything," you kiss his cheek. "Really."

"Your cake is gettin' wax all over it, cariño," he points out, looking a bit flustered with your attention when you pull back.

Smiling again, you turn to the cake and lean forward to blow out the candle. You don't make a wish, not certain you can push for better luck.

#jake lockley x reader #jake lockley x you #moon knight #🎭🌙 anon

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rileyslibrary · 1 year

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This is a message to the anon who sent me their idea for a multi-chapter work as a request.

I’ll put a break after this because it’s a long post. At the end, I’ve provided some resources that help me with the writing process. Maybe they can help you too.

So, hi anon! C’mere, step into my office.

Thank you for your kind words and for trusting me with your request.

I love your idea. I really, really do! It’s exciting and intriguing, and it would make a great Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader series!

You mentioned that you want to start writing, but so far, you’ve been preparing yourself by reading posts with writing tips.

Here’s the thing, anon. I won’t use your idea for that specific reason: I think you should be the one who writes it.

See, when I had the idea for my first multi-chapter work, I thought the same way: maybe I should send it to someone, and they would do it instead.

But they’d never portray the characters as I had them in my mind. Personal opinion here, but I feel that multi-chapter works need much more planning than a 2K-word one-shot. And your ask is so detailed that it looks like you have everything figured out; the plot is conceptualised, the emotions you want to convey are clear, and you’ve even laid out the chapters (maybe you did this subconsciously, but each paragraph in your request is an actual chapter!) You know how it will start, how it will progress, and even how it’ll end! You’re the only person who will do your story justice.

And as for me, I can only provide you with a few sites that often help me during the writing process.

Take a look around wordsnstuff. Their Resources for Describing Physical Things page is handy, especially for non-native English speakers.

SPW for their Words to Use Instead of SAID page. If you don’t like the website, you can google "other words instead of said" or something like that. I like it because it has these buttons that you can click on and redirect you to the section.

The How to Write Dialogue: Formatting, Examples, & Tips page from the Self-Publishing School. I go back to this every single time. I usually keep it open as I write. It helps with the dialogue “rules”.

Word Hippo for synonyms and similar words. It’s a thesaurus. Some people say it’s too basic, but I like it for that specific reason.

The Emotion Thesaurus: A Writer’s Guide to Character Expression by Angela Ackerman and Becca Puglisi. Some people download this off the internet, but I wanted to support the authors so I bought it for 6.00 EUR which is almost as much as a venti iced brown sugar oat-milk shaken espresso from Starbucks. Difference is that the thesaurus will prove helpful and it will stay with you forever, whilst the latter will go poof and make you jittery.

The r/writing, r/fanfiction, and r/whatstheword subreddits.

I hope the resources above can help you (and anyone reading this) with your journey.

Maybe start small; write drabbles. Or create another account/side blog if writing makes you feel too exposed. But don’t wait until you’re ready; you’ll never be.

Give it a shot.

P.S. I didn’t answer directly to your ask since you’ve laid out the entire plot for your story, and I don’t want to spoil it for everyone else if you choose to write it.

#writing

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bobfloydsbabe · 2 years

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never seen that color blue | robert 'bob' floyd x oc

Rating: T+ Word count: 1.4k Prompt: "It's cute, this thing you're doing" "Being all nervous?" by @eddie-munscns - read the original prompt here Requested: Yes, @anna-phora requested Abby and Bob's first date Warning(s): Tooth rotting fluff, you may want to send me your dentist bill after reading. Summary: Abby and Bob go on their first date. A loose continuation of this drabble, and it can be considered a prequel to this drabble.

A/N: Thank you to Anna and Becca, who requested and prompted me to write this for my darlings Abby and Bob. It features an appearance from my other Top Gun OC, Kennedy Quinn. If you've sent me a prompt or request, please know I'm working on it. Remember, likes are nice, but comments and reblogs are what make writers happy and keep them motivated.

Abby knew she had no reason to be nervous.

She had spoken with Bob enough to be comfortable around him. They had laughed together, smiled at each other, and he even paid for her drink that one time at the Hard Deck when she’d forgotten her wallet.

That was circumstance, happenstance if anything, but this? This was intentional, and just the two of them. No Rooster to make jokes, no Hangman to offer thinly veiled jibes, and no encouraging smiles from Phoenix.

Just Abby and Bob at a beachside cafe, getting coffee, and nothing else. It was their first date, and Abby had no idea what to wear, which was why she’d called Kennedy to come over.

She sat on Abby's bed, lost in her phone as Abby changed for the fifteenth time. The denim shorts had been an easy choice, but her top was a different story.

Abby turned away from the full-length mirror and faced her friend. “How’s this?”

Kennedy glanced up from her phone, a grin on her face. “Better than the last one,” she told her. It was a loose blouse with a small floral print and a slight v-neckline. It did look better than the last one she tried because that one belonged to Kennedy, who was both taller and had a fuller chest than Abby.

She turned back to the mirror for one final glance, deciding that the top was good enough.

“Will you drop me off?” Abby asked Kennedy, grabbing her purse from the bedside table.

“Sure,” she said and stood. “I don’t want to miss the look on Bob’s face when he sees you.”

“I look normal,” Abby argued as they left her bedroom and headed for the front door. Abby rented a place off base because living in barracks wasn’t all that appealing when it was an extended assignment.

“You look hot,” Kennedy told her and stepped out the front door Abby held open for her. “Bob won’t know what hit him.”

Not ten minutes later, Kennedy pulled into the parking lot. Bob stood out front waiting, and Abby felt her stomach twist with nerves. He looked good in his dark jeans and white t-shirt, and she wasn’t disappointed to be able to see his biceps. She hadn’t stopped thinking about those biceps since that day on the beach.

She wanted him. Badly.

Kennedy parked and sent her a knowing look, which Abby pointedly ignored. She got out of the car but leaned in through the open window to say goodbye.

“Thanks,” she said.

Kennedy nodded. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“So I can do everything?”

“Yup,” she told her. “Including sex on the first date.”

Abby rolled her eyes. “You’re a menace.”

“Maybe,” Kennedy concurred as Abby stood up straight. “It’s always the quiet ones, though, and I have a feeling our sweet Bob is packing.”

Abby just shook her head and watched as Kennedy pulled out of the lot and disappeared down the road.

She approached Bob, who smiled as she came towards him and offered a small wave.

“Hi,” she greeted when she finally stood in front of him. Had his eyes always been this blue?

“Hi,” he said back, hand coming up to scratch his neck. “Glad you could make it.”

“You asked,” she said just to say something, and his smile, although a bit shy was genuine.

He took the two steps towards the entrance to the cafe and opened the door for her. “Ladies first,” he insisted.

Abby shook her head in jest. “What a gentleman,” she commented and walked past him. He followed behind her, placing a featherlight hand on her lower back. She wasn’t sure he did it consciously, but Abby could feel the warmth of his touch all over.

The waitress led them to a table overlooking the beach and took their order.

Abby took the first sip of her coffee and barely managed to stifle a moan. Bob’s eyes widened slightly, followed by a dusting of pink across his cheeks. He shifted in his seat.

“Good?” He asked.

Abby nodded. “So good. So much better than the garbage on base that Warlock drinks buckets of every day.”

He sipped his own coffee. “How did you end up working for him?”

It was an innocent enough question, and Abby knew Bob asked it in earnest. She’d never told anyone the real reason why she accepted Warlock’s offer to get her reassigned to him. “I was headhunted,” she told him, which wasn’t technically untrue. “Not many think doing administrative work is important, but I enjoy it.”

Bob shook his head, a look of disbelief in his brilliant blue eyes. “No,” he contradicted. “You keep everything running smoothly. Without administrators, nothing would get done.”

Abby leaned back in her chair, suddenly bashful at his words though she wasn’t entirely sure why. “Thank you, Bob.”

The bright smile that spread across his face was rewarding enough.

They talked for what seemed like hours, and Abby found herself more and more entranced with the shy Lieutenant who scratched the back of his neck when he was nervous. When they finally left the cafe, Abby didn’t really want to leave him yet. She sensed that Bob was hesitant to part ways, too.

“Do you wanna-“

“I’m really-“

They laughed because it was the only reaction that seemed appropriate for speaking at the same time.

Bob offered her a gentle smile that made his eyes crinkle around the edges. “Do you want to walk on the beach for a bit?”

“I would love to.”

Abby and Bob sat on a bench to take off their footwear and headed straight for the water’s edge. They walked next to each other, hands brushing against each other every once in a while.

The silence was comfortable, but Abby needed to fill it even for just a moment. “I’m glad you asked me out,” she told him. She didn’t know if it was the right thing to say because he stopped in his tracks and looked at her in a way she couldn’t quite describe.

“Yeah?” He asked, his voice lower than usual, and Abby felt naked under his gaze.

“Yeah,” she confirmed. Bob took a step closer to her as the water lapped over their feet. She had to tilt her head up to look at him properly and felt his breath across her face. She swore she had stopped breathing.

“I was afraid you’d think it was weird,” he confessed, his hand raising to scratch the back of his neck again. Abby was pleased to have figured out his tell but hoped he’d one day stop doing it in her presence.

The corners of her mouth turned up involuntarily. “It’s cute,” she said before she thought better off it. “This thing you’re doing,” she finished, gesturing to where Bob’s hand still rested on the side of his neck.

He huffed out a breathy chuckle, lowering his hand and avoiding her eyes. “Being all nervous?”

Feeling bold, Abby reached up and touched his cheek, bringing his eyes back to hers. “I’m nervous, too,” she confessed.

His eyes widened slightly. “You are?”

Abby nodded. “Bob, everything about you makes me nervous,” she told him honestly. “Especially how much I like you.”

His eyes glanced at her lips for the briefest moment, and he placed a tentative hand on her waist as if testing the waters.

He hesitated again. “Can I kiss you?”

“Please.”

He didn’t waste a second, capturing her lips in first a tender and easy kiss. It quickly grew hungry and desperate. He tasted like coffee, but he smelled like him, leather and jet fuel, and it was intoxicating.

They pulled apart, and Bob’s eyes were blown wide, but he looked shy again. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.”

Abby stood on her tiptoes and kissed him again. He gave a surprised groan but returned the kiss with fervor. He pulled her closer to him, and Abby could feel how much he wanted her.

“We should get out of here,” Abby said once they pulled apart again.

Bob’s hands still rested on her waist, and he looked as if he was searching for something in her expression. He must have found it because he pecked her on the lips again, grabbed her hand, and headed for his car.

❋❋❋

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theycallmebecca · 11 months

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Can I request either Ari or Chris jealousy prompt “do you ever ask why I get this way? Maybe it’s because - y’know what, never mind”

Hey nonny! Thanks for this fantastic prompt! I wrote most of this the other day and I had another ending in mind.. but it just wasn't working with me... but oh well.

This Memorial Day weekend, I’m accepting prompts. The information (and links to stories written for it) are in this post.

Title: Secrets of the Heart

Pairing: Ari Levinson x female reader

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: language

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

Women love Ari.

Ari loves women.

You love Ari.

Ari loves you like a best friend.

You sigh into your drink as another woman stops Ari on his way back to your table. You avert your eyes, not wanting to see the same routine they all do when they see him in a bar.

She’ll touch his arm.

He’ll flex his biceps.

She’ll giggle and coo over his “big strong muscles”.

He’ll give her a panty melting smile.

She’ll give him her number.

He’ll pocket the number and promise to call her.

She’ll go back to her friends, who will all giggle and steal glances at him.

He’ll come back to your table and drop into his seat like nothing has happened.

“What’s that face about?” he asks, picking up his beer and taking a swig of it.

“Just thinking,” you lie as you adjust your expression. He doesn’t know you’re in love with him and it’s better that way. Afterall, you are the opposite of his type, judging by the women he’s gone out with.

“Sounds serious,” he says, leaning forward. Then, because he doesn’t have a serious bone in his body, adds, “Tell Ari what’s troubling you.”

“I’m on my period and I have cramps,” you say, knowing that will make him uncomfortable. “So I’ve decided to go home.”

He cringes at the womanly stuff, but his expression turns to a frown when you say you’re leaving. “You haven’t finished your beer,” he says.

“I don’t need the calories,” you state as you stand up. “I ordered an Uber so you can stay and -” You motion in the general direction of the woman he was flirting with. “- do whatever.”

You don’t wait for him to respond as you cross the bar as quickly as you can. You have no intention on going straight home, instead, you plan to walk the two blocks to the ice cream parlor where you’ll get your favorite ice cream and eat it while you wait for the Uber to pick you up.

It’s still early in the evening, so you aren’t alone on the street as you walk to your next destination lost in thought. You know breaking ties with Ari would make your life a little easier, but the thought of not having him in your life is more heartbreaking than watching him flirt with nameless women in front of you.

You’re waiting for the light to change around the corner from the ice cream shop when an all to familiar voice says, “I thought you said you ordered an Uber.”

Spinning around, you stare at Ari in shock. “What are you doing here?”

“Trying to figure out what the fuck is wrong with you,” he counters, pulling you out of the way as another group of people walk past.

One of the women in the group stops and looks at his hand on your arm before looking at you. “Are you ok?” she asks.

Ari smartly let’s go and takes a step back, but you nod and assure the woman that you’re fine.

She glares at him and then takes his picture of the two of you with her phone. “Just in case,” she says then she walks away.

Ari curses under his breath before turning to you. “Why are you acting like this?” he asks, his tone calmer, likely to avoid anyone else stopping.

“Why are you following me?” you counter. “I told you I was leaving so you could go home with that wannabe model.”

Ari lets out a satisfied noise. “And there it is,” he says in a sarcastic tone. “The real reason you left the bar.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” you demand.

“You always do this,” he says, throwing his hands up. “It’s Thursday, our night. Yeah, I flirted with her, but I wasn’t going to ditch you for her. I don’t even know her.”

You roll your eyes. Not knowing a woman has never stopped him from taking her home.

“You know what, fine,” Ari says. “Leave. Go home. I’ll see you later.”

“Do you ever ask why I get this way?” you call after his retreating back, the words coming out of your mouth before you can stop them.

He pauses and turns to look at you, his face unreadable.

“Maybe it’s because -” His eyes roll, obviously expecting another dumb excuse and you get control of your tongue. “- y’know what, never mind, fuck you, Ari Levinson.”

Taking advantage of the green light, you race across the street, embarrassed that you almost spilled your secret to that asshole.

A series of honks makes you turn and you see Ari running across the street, traffic lights be damned.

“Because why, damn it?” he demands once he reaches you. “I fucking need to know.”

“Ari, please, don’t,” you beg softly. “I -”

“Because I can tell you why I go home with those wannabe models,” he says. “Because I can’t be with the one person I want to be with.” He tilts your chin so he can look you in the eye. “You.”

Your heart skips a beat as you stare at him. “What?” Your brain is too stunned to say anything more.

“It’s always been you,” he says. “Just you. Perfect you.”

“But I’m not your type,” you state.

“You are my type,” he argues. “I only date the wannabes because they don’t look like you, don’t act like you… because they aren’t you. If I can’t have you, I don’t want a substitute. For the longest time, I’ve just been your best friend and I accepted that fact. But I want more, I need more. I want you, all of you.”

“You do?”

“I do,” he whispers. “But the question now is, do you?”

“Yes,” you say, on the verge of tears. “Ari, yes, always.”

“Thank fuck,” he says before he pushes you up against the brick wall of the closest building and kisses you, ignoring the cat calls and the ‘get a room’ comments from people passing you on the street.

That first kiss is better than you ever imagined it would be. The second kiss is even better than the first.

Pulling away, Ari rests his forehead against yours and says, “How about we get some ice cream then go back to your place. I think the rest of this conversation would be better in private.”

"Yes," you reply, looking down at your hand that clasped in his. "Ari."

His eyes meet yours in question.

"I love you," you say, needing him to know the full extent of your feelings for him.

"I love you, too," he replies.

#theycallmebecca #theycallmebeccawrites #ari levinson #ari levinson fanfiction #ari levinson fanfic #ari levinson fan fiction #ari levinson x you #ari levinson x female reader #ari levinson x y/n #Becca writes drabbles

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A lot of people writing vampire whump look up to you, do you have any people you look up to/any series that inspired K&J?

oh that's so sweet!! yes SO MANY.

Of Vampires and Men by @whumpy-writings is undoubtedly my biggest inspiration in terms of vampire whump and honestly probably writing in general, and let me know it was ok to go non-chronological. there’s books coming out for it next year and my finger is already hovering over the preorder button AND YOURS SHOULD BE TOO

Ash & Callum by @whumping-every-day actually gave me the original idea that morphed into kane & jim, it was what made me go “wow i wanna make a vampire whumpee”

Vampire Carlo AU by @deluxewhump more amazing vampire inspo!

Pet Kasia AU by @whumpzone huge whumper-turned-whumpee inspo for kane like SO MUCH, and Tomas and Rowe in general was the first whump series i ever got into

Hazeshift by @whumpwillow got me into whumper-turned-whumpee in the first place!

also this isn’t a whump series, but the anime The Case Study of Vanitas by Jun Mochizuki was also a huge inspiration for K&J!

those above are all the series that inspired K&J specifically, but here’s some more that inspired me for whump writing in general:

i’ve looked up to all of @whumpshaped ‘s writing forever, particularly Dollhouse and one-off drabbles (not to mention us being besties now <3) AND ALSO the whumper Grace from this inspired Becca from my soiree au that i am absolutely gonna finish i promise

Star Wars Rip Off by @lumpsbumpsandwhumps / @showrunnerihardlyknowher was something i was into before ANYTHING else on this list, before i got into whump, kind of an early indicator of “hey it’s okay to write darker stuff” that has inspired me to write darker in turn

Brody by @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi was the second whump series i got into after Tomas and Rowe and had a big impact as well

i prob wouldn’t be writing K&J or whump at all without the inspiration of these authors!

#ask #k&j misc

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lovings4turn · 3 months

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୭ 🗝️ ✧ ˚. 🪩 IT WON'T ALWAYS BE LIKE THIS ; BECCA'S 500 FOLLOWER CELEBRATION !

five hundred followers ! wow . . . i can't thank you guys enough for all of the support , the likes n reblogs on my fics , the lovely messages , and just being so nice to me ! of course , this calls for a celebration , so let's get into it ! send in as many as you like (preferably in separate asks please) !

who i write for — ending : jan 26th — navi

[ 🗝️ ] my honest face - i'll make a little moodboard inspired by how i see you / your blog , complete with a few things that remind me of you

[ 🐈‍⬛ ] slide out the window - send me a prompt + a character / driver , and i'll write a mini fic based off of it

[ 🪩 ] who's your money on? - send me a little bit about yourself along with a gender preference and fandom(s) , and i'll ship you with someone n provide a few headcanons too !

[ 🦇 ] cheer up baby (moots only) - aka. love letters . just me paying you all of the lovely compliments that you deserve to hear, really

[ 🍸 ] a night on the floor - time for some au's ! send me a character / driver and an au , and i'll make a little moodboard n write a little drabble to match

dividers by cafekitsune

#.° ༘🦇⋆₊˚ෆ becca celebrates #✮⋆˙ becca hits 500!

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bornincaldecott · 2 months

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I'm laying in my guest bed, one arm around my toddler (who's been fighting some nasty bug and refuses to be away from me), and it got me thinking about my favorite OTP and their AU kiddos.

I have a lot of thoughts about the LeBeau children — mostly Oli, though I did write a little drabble once upon a time about Becca. Maybe I'll drag it out of the depths.

I know in 616, Rogue leans pretty far into No Kids territory, and that's completely valid. I don't blame her, honestly. But I do love imagining the sweet, happy family slice of life moments with them, the kids, and the cats.

I'm absolutely projecting, but I'm visualizing two-year-old Oli getting mad because Figaro is sitting next to Rogue on the couch but that's HIS spot.

Art imitates life, hein?

#late night ramblings #talking into the ether #romy #the LeBeau family #rogue x gambit #Olivier LeBeau #Rebecca LeBeau #Remy LeBeau #Anna Marie LeBeau

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snufflet · 2 years

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Stardust Reblog Challenge Masterlist

Back in august I decided to join in on the fun and love fest that is the stardust reblog challenge hosted by the lovly @natrace :)

Within this masterlist I will try and sort the fics by month I read them in and by fandom. Mostly you will find MCU fics in here with either Steve or Bucky as the main character, maybe even both. But I do also sometimes read other quite random stuff.

Show them some love and heed the warnings provided. If you are a minor please follow any 18+ plus warnings and just read something else.

september fics

MCU

Bucky x Reader

Kiss Me Like You Mean It (Biker!Bucky) by @angrythingstarlight

Wedding Plans by @angrythingstarlight

Birthday Debriefing (Birthday!Reader) by @drabblewithfrannybarnes

day one: fingers (Tattooartist!Bucky) by @buckycuddlebuddy

Hungry by @mollygetssherlockcoffee

Personal Sessions (MMA!Bucky) by @angrythingstarlight

Scar tissue by @fandoms-writings

Why do you care? by @black-mistress-of-evil

Pierced through and through (TFATWS!Bucky) by @angrythingstarlight

What makes a Woman by @motsdouxdejanie

With all my love by @summerofsnowflakes

Love at First Grade (Single Dad!Teacher!Bucky, Single Mom!CEO!Reader) by @buckysimp101 (Parts 19, 20, Epilogue and Deleted Scene 1 read as part of the challenge)

Everything the Light touches (mafia!Bucky) by @buckysimp101 (Parts 1, 2, 3 and 4 read as part of the challenge)

Unnamed HC (baker!Bucky, biker!Bucky, mafia!Bucky) by @angrythingstarlight

Unnamed NSFW drabble (lumberjack!Bucky) by @angrythingstarlight

Unnamed Drabble (beefy lumberjack!Bucky) by @angrythingstarlight

Is it a crime (mob boss!Bucky, mob boss!Reader) by @crazyunsexycool (Part 3 read as part of the challenge)

Once upon a time (librarian!Bucky) by @navybrat817

Something Domestic (ex-military amputee!Bucky) by @fandoms-writings (Epilogue read as part of the challenge)

Steve x Reader

can't keep my hands to myself (Retired!dbf!Steve) by @christywantspizza

Happy Dirthday Doll (Birthday!Reader) by @secretswiftymarvelfan

The Cheerleader (dilf!Steve) by @kinanabinks

You got to my head (Pre-Serum!Steve; tall!Reader) by @barnesmurdock

Patch up (scientist!Reader) by @tooearlyforthis

Unnamed Drabble (mafia!Steve) by @angrythingstarlight

Breach of contract (Senator!Steve) by @imaginedreamwrite (Part 4 read as part of the challenge)

Unnamed Drabble (40s!Steve) by @sanguineterrain

Stucky x Reader

Unnamed Drabble by @becca-e-barnes

In a motel (dom!Steve, sub!Bucky) by @disasterofastory

Misc. fandoms

The Red Sea Diving Resort

Oh So Tempting (Ari Levinson x agent!Reader) by @justalonelyslytherin

TopGun

Falling in and out of love (Maverick x Reader) by @youlightmeupfinn (Part 8 read as part of the challenge)

Logan Lucky

The crash (Dayton White x Reader) by @fictional-affairs

The Fantastic Four (2005 film)

Unnamed Drabble (silverfox!Johnny Storm x Sugar baby) by @imaginedreamwrite

Another unnamed drabble (silverfox!Johnny Storm x Sugar baby) by @imaginedreamwrite

Once Upon a Time

Unnamed Drabble (sorcerer!Jefferson x familiar!Reader) by @imaginedreamwrite

october fics

november fics

december fics

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