#♡becca is talking♡

[sturnsjoy]

ive been read like a book by the algorithm

[theflyindutchwoman]

I got asked this question and loved it so much, I wanted to open it up to the group.

If you could choose 5 Chenford scenes to rewrite, which would you choose, and how would you rewrite them?

Oooh thank you for 'tagging' me, Becca ♡ It is a great question! Let's see…

4.17 - The ending So technically, this isn't a Chenford scene… But this is partly why I would want it to be rewritten. Let's start with the most egregious part : having Lucy apparently forgive Chris and act like he hadn't just callously triggered her… or like she hadn't just watched the video recording her own death… That ending bothered me so much. Ideally, I wish she would have kicked him to the curb - or, at least, ask for some space after what he did… and I would have loved a final scene between her and Tim. One where she would have confided in him about watching the cam footages, where they would have talked about that day and her trauma… I love that she was able to work through it all by herself, that she found her voice so to speak and refused to play Rosalind's mind games… But somehow, I can't help but think that not having a single Chenford scene was a missed opportunity.

5.04 - The ending Since we're on that topic… Now, this was an even bigger missed opportunity. I still can't believe that we didn't get a scene between Lucy and Tim following Rosalind's death. And by that, I mean, a proper scene with some emotions and some feelings… I get that during the episode, they were too busy trying to find a way to save Bailey. I also get that things were still awkward between them. But come on, I don't believe for a second that this would have stopped Tim. This is the same man who didn't even think before grabbing her hand in the middle of their undercover op when they found out about Rosalind's escape… the same man who was panicking when Lucy was radio silent… I needed that same energy here. What we got instead was a bit too cold for me.

5.13 - Missing scene : the morning after You have no idea how much I was hoping for this scene… Something soft and domestic… with a reference to the DOD tattoo!

5.16 - Their fight about the five-player trade That scene still puzzles me. It felt forced and clunky. We didn't really get to see Tim's perspective and why he was mad at Lucy. In the shop, it sounded like he was upset with how her move would reflect on him… But in his office, they only talked about her going behind his back. So, in the end, it felt superficial. I'm not saying he was wrong by the way… I just wish his point of view could have been explored more. Both of their perspectives actually. Especially since Lucy paid a hefty price in the end. I guess the point was to show the cracks in their foundation, but it could have been done in a better way.

6.01/6.02 - Their fight Lucy's anxiety and potential doubts about UC were just swept entirely under the rug and the narrative simply focused on Tim's own issue with UC. But one issue doesn't negate the other. There were two problems here and only one got addressed - and barely at that. After all the crumbs from s5, all the times Tim walked away from having a real conversation on the topic, I needed more than 'I will deal with this' / 'we'll figure it out'. It's great that he was finally honest with himself but it still didn't go any further than that. And then, there's Lucy. I was hoping her anxiety would be the precursor for a bigger discussion about Lucy's future and her mental health, about her feelings about UC outside of Tim… but nope. Her spiraling was already forgotten in 6.02. And it is a bit frustrating.

[clouds-raining-w-giggles]

° ʚ ᐢ. .ᐢ₎っ Cloud's appreciation ‹3 !!

꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱˖࣪ ¡ I did one so long ago when I joined the community but I feel like doing another one since I made more friends and met more people <33 !

@thecutestler I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND ENJOY EVERY TIME WE TALK, CALL, ROLEPLAY OR ANYTHING !! You never fail to make me smile <3

@daisylovestickles Love you so much and I'd love to get closer with you !!

@ticklish-potato Becca you're so adorable anc cute and I'm so glad we're friends <33

@the-shy-ler SHYY <33 i really enjoy talking to you and everytime we call even tho I get flustered like crazy cuz of your teases but sdjfjkd

@giggleesblog We started talking recently and ngl, you're such a cutie and I'd love to get closer with you <3 you also know so much but uhm...

@blushy-tigerrr TIGERRR <3 Love you so much and I'd love to get closer with you, still sobbing everytime I remember you sang I love you by Billie EIlish on call bc I joined,,, sweetest thing ever omg :((

@littleleesblog LOVE YOU BESTIEEE AND TYSM FOR INVITING ME TO THAT SERVER OMGG also ahem ahem GET NOOBED *runs away*

@flusteredandgiggly I really like talking to you and your teases are so silly and cute omg- I'd def love it if we talked more

@franceseclipse NOTCH BESTIEE <3 we dont really talk but LOVE YOU SO MUCHH /p

@sizzlerseth Ooga booga bugs bugs bugs. I still remember when I saw ur reblog I was like :0 new friendd LOVE YOUUU <33 /p

@wheezylee-jay Tvmbh. I wanna tickle hug you so bad you have no idea <3

@idk791 I don't really know what to say uhm- Poor you you had to handle a hyped Cloud over getting tickets for Billie's concert and random lyrics spam

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Also, I don't really know what to say from you but I stil want to include y'all here cuz y'all matter to me <333

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Me when anyone mentioned here:

[somnolenthour]

𝔾𝕠𝕕 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕤

This is a gift drabble based on chapter 5 of @makeyoumine69 's fic "Till death do us part". Please check it out! Becca my beloved♡

Content warnings: Drug use and overdose

Loss of control.

His upbringing was specifically tailored to teach him how to always be in control of his situation. His father (the hardass he was) made sure that if anything were to ever happen, he could rest easy knowing that his son knew what to do. But that accounted for things like finances, sudden family emergencies, maybe even the fall of man. But Patrick couldn’t think of any scenario that involved what was happening to him; His body seized at first, muscles knotting themselves tight as he collapsed with a grunt of pain before a flash of heat broke him out into a sweat. The only thing he was thankful for was that he was still on his bed when he collapsed like a stack of cards.

The girl he hired was gone in an instant but it wasn’t like he could ask for her help when his jaw was laced so tight that instead of crying “Christie!” like he swore he had enough strength to, all he could muster was a croak from the back of his throat. That’s when he dipped below the surface, eyes too heavy to keep open anymore. His body was lead and his sheets became an unending abyss of sterility that once brought him comfort even when he was restless. His heart was clawing at the bars of its cage as it beat hard enough to cut off his hearing. He hoped he was still breathing because every intake of air was met with a twist of copper and he was sure his lungs were filled with it.

What a way to fucking go…

Would he be remembered fondly? Would people cry?

Would he be remembered at all?

It seemed so easy to just let go, let death take him. Fuck his eyes suddenly stung… Maybe he should…

“Patrick, Patrick, can you hear me?!”

Light brimmed his eyelids and he wanted to tear his eyes open, move just enough to see her. If he was going to die maybe she could see his eyes and know everything he’s held in his heart. God he felt so fucking cold, beads of sweat crystalizing into painful shards of frost against clammy skin. Something parted his lips and breathed life into his crying lungs, his oxygen starved body begging for more.

Hope.

God, how he forgot that emotion..

He needed to hold onto it, make it his own. With newly found strength he grabbed for it, wrapped his arms around it with what little grip he had. He parted from it when he could breathe again, finally able to fight the current and open his eyes. His angel before him wiping her mouth and saying something but it was hard to hear, parting from his side again like everyone else in his life… No.. Becca wouldn’t leave him.. Would she?

She returned to him, bringing him a shaky sense of comfort as she caressed his cheek. He was still struggling to breathe but he’d be fine, he’s had worse.. Would it always have to get worse? Would she lea- The prick of the needle in his arm distracted him for a moment before his eyes welled and blinded him with tears that seared his skin. He was so fucked up to her and she still found it in her to spare him, save him from a death that others would’ve thought he deserved. “Thank you” were words heavy on his heart and mind but instead he took her hand. “Don’t…Don’t leave me…” His voice cracked as he struggled to find his voice again, another wave of sobs shaking his body. She didn’t know how much he loved her at that moment and she’d never know how much he always did.

Becca talked about medicine and his family’s private doctors.. He couldn’t care less, her life was in his hands and he let her have it for now. He trusted her. God, he was terrified.. “Y-Yes…I understand…” He used what strength he regained to crawl a bit to her, wrapping himself around her, pulling her close because he needed her. He buried his head in her neck, her scent so comforting to him.

Then he remembered.

“I’m doing everything in my power not to break your fucking neck right now!”

The slam of his door, the venom in his voice. His hands shook as he balled up her scrubs in his hands, curling into her. “Oh God…” He was such a piece of shit. How could he do that to her? “I’m sorry… Please don’t go…” His tears stained her shoulder and he promised himself he’d buy her new scrubs later. “Don’t go..”

Her lips were soft..

He loved her so much…

He just didn’t know what to do..

“I love you Patty..” Her words echoed in his head.

[marilynthornhilllover]

Rebecca Welton/black reader, celebrating their honeymoon with smut?

The honeymoon (Rebecca's version)

Rebecca Welton x black!reader

Warning: smut, indecent language, cunniligus, fingering , praise kink, skin kissing/licking, shower sex, thigh riding, fluff

A/n: this was so fun to write omggg, please enjoy ��

You started working at AFC Richmond 3 years ago as Rebecca's assistant. Rebecca was someone every one would want in a friend, wife etc, she was simply perfect. Always dressed elegantly, beautiful eyes and a smile that could heal wounds.

Rebecca became close to you after you had no one to eat with at lunch. So she decided to let you eat it in her office with her as you both have small talk. Time passed and you and Rebecca would always eat lunch together as you learned more about eachother, and to both your surprises you both had lots in common.

Over the course of time you found yourself falling in love with her, and so was she. Whenever you were in despair your heart would long to hear her voice, her laugh or to simply be in her embrace.

You weren't completely taken back when she first asked you out, then to be her girlfriend, then to marry her. You were on cloud nine, you made her the happiest woman alive.

It was the night of your wedding and you were having a great time. The music was a vibe, the food was delicious, everyone was happy including the newly weds. You and Rebecca.

Rebecca had told you all the things she was planning to do to you on the honeymoon and you honestly couldn't wait any longer.

♡

"We're here, darling" Rebecca spoke as the rubbed your thigh, waking you up from your slumber, the ride was very long. You opened your eyes and smiled softly at her, you got lost in her gorgeous eyes for a moment before she placed a soft kiss on your lips and got out of the car.

You stretched as you got out the car as well to help with the suitcases. You looked up at the hotel, it was huge. You knew she paid alot of money for this, after all this was the kind of hotels celebrities go to.

You both removed all luggage from the vehicle and a guy came running up to you both in a tuxedo. He greeted you both with a welcoming smile and bow before taking the suitcases inside on a shiny bellhop.

"This is amazing becca" you said turning to her to before taking one last look at the hotel.

"Any thing for my queen, now get on" she spoke before pushing you onto a bellhop and standing behind you, holding you around your mid section as another guy came and pushes you both inside.

You both jumped off thanking the guy before walking to the front desk.

" ah yes Ms. Welton good evening" the lady spoke with a smile before turning her head in your direction. She gaved you a wink before handing Rebecca the door keycard and a spare key.

" thank you rosa" Rebecca said as she winked. The lady hummed in response with a wicked smirk on her face before returning to her computer work.

You couldn't help the grin on your face as both you and Rebecca got into an elevator. The door closed and it started moving.

You looked down at your ring and chuckled softly.

"Becca" her name sounded so beautiful coming from your mouth.

" Yes my love" she replied turning to face you with a smile.

"What was that between you and rosa?" You asked smiling.

"Let's just say we've been friends for over a decade and I've been planning this for a long time so she knows what's gonna go down tonight" she cooed kissing your nose.

The elevator ding as the doors opened. You couldn't think straight. The butterflies in your tummy was making you sick. You couldn't wait to be destroyed by Rebecca welton tonight.

You both stepped out and opened your room door.

" wait babe is our room the only one up here?" You asked confused.

"Yes darling, it's not called a honeymoon suit for nothing. Can't have people hearing your moans for me tonight now can we?" She said with a smirk. You swore you turned red as a tomato.

She chuckled as you both entered. Your jaw absolutely dropped. The flat was amazing.

"Take a look around then get into the lingerie set" she cooed taking off her jacket.

"Oh y/n, don't go into the room that has a gold plate on it that says honeymoon, it's your surprise" she shouted from the kitchen. You looked through all the other room, they were next level rich life and old money aesthetic.You looked at the magic door and couldn't help but squeal.

You were so excited. You ran into the bathroom and put on your lingerie set Rebecca bought for you.

Your jaw dropped when you opened the box.

It was a pair of red lace underwear and bra with a red garter tong and a black slik dress lingerie. You felt your core ache at just the thought of what Rebecca would be doing to you.

You saw on message on your phone pop up from Rebecca.

My wife: come to the room when your finish darling ;).

You quickly put on everything and went to the bedroom.

♧

Rebecca crawled onto to you pressing her knee against your dampen underwear. You couldn't help the moan that escaped your lips. Her lips suddenly crashed against yours in a heated and sloppy kiss.

Her cold hands made its way underneath your lingerie sending shivers through your body. Her fingers clasped the hem of the gown and pulled it over your head.

"God you look tasty" she whispered as her eyes flicked up to yours. She bit her lips as she got off the bed and and kneeled in front of it. She pulled your thighs open and pulled you down to the very edge.

"I'm going to absolutely destroy you my wife" she cooed pulling off your garter thong from your thigh, pulling down your lace underwear with it.

"I'm all yours becca" you giggled as she spread your legs wider, putting your legs over her shoulder. Rebecca wasted no time as her mouth latched onto your clit. Her tongue flicked up and down your clit, sucking and pulling at the small sensitive bud.

Your hips bucked as your legs began to shake slightly, you were so close to the edge. Rebecca's pace was brutal against your cunt. Your knuckles were starting to turn white from the grip you had on the sheets.

You shut your eyes as the pleasure became unbearable. Rebecca pushed two fingers into you as she curled them, setting an brutal pace just as her tongue. You arched your back as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

"FUCK- b- becca oh my god" you choked on your moans as her fingers hit that spongy spot in you that always has you screaming.

"Mhmh, cum for me my love" she mumbled against your cunt the vibrations sending you right over the edge. You cumed all over her fingers making her smile. She removed her fingers and licked them clean keeping eye contact with you.

"Fuck you taste so good darling" she growled as she leaned down and began to kiss you passionately, biting your bottom lip and pulling it out as she pulled away.

"Now for the second part of the night" she said as she stood up and walked to the night stand to get wip cream.

You looked at her in confusion but allowed her to do her thing.

She started putting wip cream all over your skin. Your thighs, neck, nipples, stomach etc.

After she threw the bottle across the room making it land with a loud bang as the metal bottle it the ground. You giggled as she hungrily began licking the wip cream off your skin.

All this she did while keeping direct eye contact with you, her green eyes boring into your soul. It made you more horny. She licked and kiss every inch of your skin leaving marks on it. Her marks, owning you.

She started showering you with praises.

"Such a good girl for me"

" Your so pretty"

"I'm so lucky to have you as mine aren't i?"

"Oh you like that?"

You felt so hot and bothered it was ridiculous how good she was making you feel. You felt like you were on cloud nine.

She finally reached your nipples, she was insatiable. Sucking your nipples like a baby, teeth slightly grazing them making you arch your chest into her moaning and whimpering.

She picked you up and took you into the shower. Your legs wrapped tightly around her waist as your hands pulled at her hair. She let go of your nipple with a 'pop' and moved to the other one. Watching attentively at your brows knitted together and mouth slightly agape.

She chuckled as she released your nipple kissing you sloppily and slow. That ache in your core returned. You pushed her onto the shower bench moving to straddled her thigh.

"Tonight I'm taking what's mine my wife" you whispered as you moved to kiss her neck. You slowly began to move your cunt against her thigh chasing your second orgasm for the night.

Rebecca grabbed your hips as she guided your pace. A fast and brutal one, flexing her thigh sending you straight over the edge.

You calmed down and pulled back to look at her. She had love and adoration in her eyes. You both flashed eachother a small smile before hugging eachother hard before getting up and showering each other.

She kissed you all over your body and so did you. You both watched a romance movie together before falling asleep in eachothers arms, lovingly and happy.

[fangirlfrom-hell]

"Cool Girl" || Halstead! Sister One Shot || Jay Halstead x Sister

*re-posting this because I'm stupid and accidentaly delated my blog 🫠

First time writing teen Becca.

Jay was so tired that he had fallen asleep watching TV. Actually, the only reason he woke up was because the gunshots on the movie playing were too loud. He scratched his eyes as he yawned and stretched himself, not wanting to stand up. "What time is it?" he asked to himself, and then muttered a "Fuck!" when he saw the clock on his phone.

He turned his head to look at the kitchen and it was intact, lights off and all cleaned. "She surely didn't even made herself a sandwish. I bet she hasn't eat anything all afternoon, since we arrived" - He grumbled as he stood. -"If I don't cook, she doesn't eat. She has to learn to do things for herself, this girl...". Jay wasn't even thinking what he was saying. He was still half asleep in zombie mode, which helped for the words that came out of Becca's room to have more impact on him.

He stopped dead in the middle of the hallway, not sure of what he was hearing: Nick loved a girl I was pretending to be. "Cool girl". Men always use that, don't they? It was definitely Becca.

Jay walked slowly towards the door, trying not to make noises. Her sister's voice was clearer as he came closer: As their defining compliment: "She's a cool girl". 

-"What the hell?" He muttered as he stepped outside of the room with his ear on the door.

Cool girl is hot. Cool girl is game. Cool girl is fun. Cool girl never gets angry at her man.

The detective slowly opened the door until he was able to see the back of his sister, she was facing to the mirror. There was something in her hands, but he couldn't figure what was it.

She only smiles in a chagrined, loving manner. And then presents her mouth for fuc--

-"WHO ARE YOU TALKING WITH?" Jay whipped the door and jumped inside of the room.

Becca was frightened by his brother's intrusion and screamed a bit as she turned to face him. She was holding a sheet of paper in her hands: "WHAT'S GOING ON? WE DON'T KNOCK THE DOOR ANYMORE?"

-"What was that? Who's Nick, Becca?" Her brother crossed his arms in a scolding position.

-"What!? Oh! You mean..." She bursted into laughter, unable to talk.

He was growing in cholera: "Becca Halstead, I'm not playing. Who the hell is Nick!?"

-"Relax, silly! Nick's nobody, literally. It's just a character".

Jay was confused.

-"It's a monologue...from a movie...for my acting class. I have to memorice it and I was talking to the mirror because I have no one to rehearse with. So, yeah Nick doesn't exist, you can chill". She laughed a bit more.

-"Oh" Jay's tense body started to relax. -"That's a pretty heavy content for you, anyway".

-"My teacher talked to you about this when I was moved to the advanced class and you agreed".

He frowned tryig to remember that conversation.

-"I don't see what's the problem. We already watched this movie...".

Jay's confused face was becoming more noticeable.

-"Gone Girl? Will chose it for a movie night. You teased him because the protagonist was very similar to one of his many ex-girlfriends".

Her brother chuckled: "Ah, I remember".

-"Look, this was given to us randomly, but I can talk to my teacher and change it if you prefer".

-"No. I mean, I don't know. You already watched the movie, I'll just give it a check if you don't mind".

-"Sure". She handled him the paper.

He changed the subject after a few seconds of silence: "I bet you didn't eat anything, right?" There was some accusation in his tone.

-"I had leftovers from lunch. I intented to make a sandwich, but I didn't want to wake you up. You seemed to be very tired".

Jay felt bad for how he had judged his sister before: "Alright. Put on your shoes, we're going out for hamburgers".

Becca gave a small jump of excitement and she hurriedly grabbed her boots: "I rather pizza, if you don't mind".

Thanks for reading. If you liked it, it would help my soul if you give it a like, comment or share. 😌♡

[brynnterpretations]

hii! hope you’re having a wonderful time! may i please request a ship from the boys?

i'm a straight female in my mid twenties.

i have brown eyes and wavy brown hair and i'm 157cm.

my love language is physical touch,

i'm extremely stubborn and competitive. i'm sarcastic to a fault and have trouble identifying and expressing my emotions. i thrive under pressure.

i'm a newbie silversmith and jewellery designer.

my hobbies include painting, archery and uncontrollably crying to sad songs while regretting my life decisions.

i love animals and i have 2 dogs.

and uh, yeah that’s it really! thank you and have a great day.

Thank you for the ship and being so sweet! I hope you're doing well and like this. ♡

I ship you with...

Billy Butcher ♡

Boyfriend

GIF Source: @supeshunter ★ (link)

You and Billy meet due to you being affected by a C-level Supe in NYC — probably Webweaver, or another scummy, bottom-of-the-Barrel V-byproduct. Butcher, ever on the lookout for anyone who's been disadvantaged by Vought and its repercussions, would step in to help you, whether it's just gathering your information to build a case (on Hughie's advising) or "taking matters into his own hands" (on Butcher's prerogative, which... let's not).

Through that, you two begin talking, although it's nothing but professional. The guy's just doing his job, and you're just trying to get back to your job, and after Becca, he's not actively seeking a relationship.

However, as your help is needed more-and-more, and you continue stopping by the hideout for investigation related-things, Butcher finds himself falling for you, even though he's emotionally constipated and initially tries not to admit it to himself.

So, he thinks you're cute physically, and is a sucker for sarcastic types, but his attraction would be firmly cemented when he finds out you do archery. Badass women are 100% his weakness, and add that to silversmith work? Sold. He's been sold. You've sold him.

He would make a very lowkey first move on you, despite his brash nature, just asking if you wanted to go out for dinner and drinks.

Throughout the talking stage, he'd be very sweet and gentlemanly, while still, of course, being Butcher. He'd always dress up nicely (we're talking button-up, slacks, and a belt, of course), walk you home, hold doors open for you, and offer you his jacket whenever it's cold.

It would be a slowburn, though. With both of you being very emotionally reserved people, it would definitely take months throughout the talking stage before it's official.

But the talking stage? It's good, and it just means you two get to really know each other and he gets to take you on nice, thoughtful dates, like home-cooked meals (even if he's no M.M. or Frenchie, he's still pretty good), animal shelters, and, though while not as aesthetically pleasing as could be,

And... let's be real, once you two became official, you'd be able to sucker him into getting another dog with you, even though there's still a Terror-shaped hole in his heart.

Bringing us to how you two became official: through a very earnest, private conversation, where he laid out flatly to you how he felt and that, if you didn't feel the same way, he'd understand. And, when you accept? Expect the warmest embrace you've ever had in your life.

He's not a PDA person at all, but he does enjoy physical affection, and would love holding you, giving you small shoulder massages, and generally just being around you. He goes weak for being the big spoon, and if you let him? Expect a ring on your finger.

(Also, he really loves your height, because since he's typically been with women around his height/taller than him, it makes big-spooning easier.)

As mentioned, he would absolutely adore your hobbies, and even though Billy's a macho guy... if you made him a ring or a bracelet, he'd wear it every day. Not gonna lie, it would have to be something somewhat manly (probably a thin rope bracelet, minimalist ring, etc.), but it would be extremely dear to him and on his person at all times.

Billy would probably not get the crying to sad songs, but it would be refreshing to him, considering everyone he's around — himself included — is emotionally constipated. He'd be pretty awkward at first (because person crying while listening to song? Huh?), but he'd grow to see it as a show of character. Additionally, he knows you, too, are reserved in your emotions, and would feel special for being able to see that around you.

In general, I feel like both of your emotional hesitations would bring you closer, not further — there's not a lot of people in either of your lives that understands that unease, and it would provide for a very honest, beautiful relationship. While there would be hiccups (I'd assume you two would have infrequent, but still tense, silent-treatment arguments from misunderstandings), you'd always be able to work it out with each other.

He wouldn't make any grand gestures about you two dating to the other boys, rather just letting it slip. It wouldn't be because he's embarrassed, he just... doesn't really see the need (he's a "those who understand, understand" short of guy). The guys, however, would catch up very quickly, just because of how much Butcher improved since you two started going out together.

While there's still a Terror-shaped hole in your heart, he loves you, so he would 100% adopt a dog for you two to co-parent.

Since your introduction to him was through the coup, he wouldn't hold any reservations towards having you around, but he would annoyingly flip-flop if you got too close to the work, especially when tensions were running higher. While he'd always apologize for it after the fact (because, let's be real, the guy can be a bit much when he's stressed), it would definitely still happen, just because he's so afraid of losing you. He knows you're strong and capable — that's why he was drawn to you, after all — but so was his brother, Becca, and so many others in his life who passed, so while he'd want there to not be any barriers between his work life and his personal life, he'd still be anxious about your safety.

The Boys ☻

Friends

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I'll be real, Annie is definitely guilty of thinking you're too good for Butcher — we'll give her a pass because he's always been a bit of a menace towards her — but notices he gets a lot better when you're around. Like, better, better. He just seems in a better mood, and often makes more choices than just "let's give 'em hell".

She wouldn't talk to you too much, mostly because she tries to stay out of Butcher's business, but would really like you, and often strike up casual conversations with you. She loves how crafty you are, and...

So does Kimiko, who curiously types questions about your jewelry, your smithworking, etc. In general, she really, really loves you; she's very much drawn to crafty types (it's why she and Frenchie fit together so well), and loves your personality. She would 100% bring you extremely well-made crafts of your own; once, she sculpted you out of some clay, and even though it was just the ones you get at kids' art stores, it was really fucking good.

She would make the most conscious of an effort to become close to you out of the boys, and would invite you to a lot of typical "friendship outings" that she was deprived of growing up, like sleepovers, movie nights, etc.

Also would make you bracelets out of those Michael's/JOANN jewelry-making kits, including one very cute one made of your favorite colors and name.

She adores you, dude.

Frenchie thinks you're lovely, and definitely vibes with your sense of humor — you two would share some very, very funny moments. He went to trade school before dropping out, so he has interest in silversmithing and metalwork, and would often ask to see your wor, as well as sharing some of your own.

Hughie is intimidated of you at first — we all know he freezes up around strong women, especially the sarcastic kinds — but, once he sensed you were not going to pull any sort of "take your pocket twink and go!" on him, would open up to you. While you two wouldn't share many common interests, he would be fascinated by yours.

And, lastly: you are M.M.'s saving grace. While you still possess that sarcastic streak in common with Butcher, you are definitely a grounding force for him, and the guy appreciates the peace. More, he appreciates you — while, yes, you're stubborn and competitive, you're still a levelheaded person, and tough, at that. You also remind him a lot of Janine, who shares your fire and creativity, and thinks you're a great role model for the boys.

While Kimiko would be the most likely to form a closer relationship with you, I see M.M. as being the most likely to encourage you to work more with the boys. You're truly one of a kind, and everyone can see that, but especially M.M.

So, keep being you, girl. You've got some good people on your side.

[folkloresthings]

Congrats on your follower milestone, Becca!! You so deserve all of these followers and many more!! On that note, I am here to request something for your event!! Could I please ask for a JANE EYRE for F1, with no gender preference?

Some stuff about me:

So, my name is Dolly (you knew that), and I’m a panromantic asexual person. My gender is… weird (😂), because really I think gender is an odd social construct and I don’t really care what people refer to me as. I’m also autistic, and some of my special interests include musical theatre, books, true crime, superheroes, and mythology of all different kinds and cultures. I don’t get the opportunity to talk about my special interests a lot, but once I do, you’ll have a hard time getting me to stop talking.

As for hobbies, I spend most of my time either reading or writing fanfiction (and sometimes original short stories), listening to music, and watching movies or TV shows. I mostly like all kinds of music, but I’m not really the biggest fan of rap. I’m also really into true crime podcasts, and I have a love for older TV shows, such as M*A*S*H and The A-Team, as well as all the Marvel and DC movies and TV shows. I’m also a pretty decent singer, at least depending on who you ask. I really love books, and my ultimate career goal is to be a librarian (although if you asked me my absolute dream job, the answer would be a voice actor). I’m also a half-decent singer, at least depending on who you ask.

Personality-wise, I kind of cycle between being bubbly and cheerful and quieter and shyer (a textbook ambivert, me), but no matter what, I always do my best to be a good listener and to make my friends (which includes you now!!) happy, because I am very loyal and I love them a lot.

Alright, hopefully that wasn’t too much (😅). Thanks in advance, I’m excited to see your answer, and I hope you’re doing well, love!! ♡

dolly 🫶🫶🫶

i ship you with: yuki tsunoda! ultimate baby boy of the grid. he seems like a really good listener, so he’ll just sit and let you talk for hours on end about your interests and loves. if it’s something he isn’t familiar with, he’ll go out of his way to learn a little about it, so he can talk about it too, the next time you bring it up. crime podcast couple!!! he’ll be texting you all day about his theories and what if’s… and he’s got a countdown on his phone to the next episode dropping (yes, he’s making a date of it). he loves just cuddling next to you in bed while you read, sometimes even asking you to read out loud to him. he might not be particularly interested in the book, he just likes hearing your voice. as for personality, yuki seems like such an introvert. he’s quiet and shy but oh so cheeky when he wants to be. so the fact you can both switch between them bounces really well.

[sturnsjoy]

i forgot to put Dan and Phil in my intro and tags😔 ive been a phannie since like 3rd grade (im so old oh my god) also i share a birthday with Phil so im winning, hopefully they do a birthday stream this year😋😋😋

[dialoveszoe]

season 5 scripts ⋆˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

━━━━━ dia (dior) here !

w! : this post contains HUGE season 5 spoilers. continues with caution.

okay. let's talk leaks:

first, leakmas was AWFUL and super hard to get through. so like most, i just gave in and watched/read leaks. and from my friend becca on twitter, i have gotten ahold of all of season 5 scripts. episodes 1-26. yup!

second, i would recommend NOT to read these if you haven't been exposed to any scripts. if you have, screw it! HAVEE FUNNN!

third, CAN U BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED IN THE FINALE? I CANT. AND AND AND MARI- SHE- I LOVE HER.

and lastly, here are the scripts you animals !!!

season 5 scripts

[rattyshipss]

Rewrite of one of my favorite few pages including Stanley in Ggbb💖 (To clarify this isn't all my original work, this is a page I'm copying from the book and including parts in) ⚠️Spoilers warning⚠️

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"Is Stanley Forbes in?" asked Pip. "He should be." The woman finally located the correct key and slit it into the lock. "We've got the write-up of the memorial to sort out before we print today, so Stanley asked me to come in and help." She opened the door. "After you." She said, and Pip stepped over the threshold into the small front room.

"I'm pip." she said, following the woman as they passed two tired sofas and headed for the back office. "Yes, I know who you are," the woman said, shrugging off her jacket. And then, in a slightly less frosty tone: "I'm Mary, Mary Scythe." "Pleased to meet you, again." Pip said, which wasn't exactly true. She figured Mary was one of those people who blamed Pip for all "The Trouble" last year in their nice, quaint town. Mary pushed the door, revealing a small, square room, four computer desks lining its walls, as tight and claustrophobic as Pip remembered it. Guess that's what you got for a tiny town newspaper that ran mostly on donations from the family living in that mansion up Beecher Road.

Stanley Forbes was sitting at the desk against the far wall, his back to them, his dark brown hair in unkempt clumps, presumably from where his finders had tunneled through. He paid them no attention, leaning towards his desktop screen, which, judging by rhea white-and-dark-blue stripes, was on Facebook.

"Hi Stanley," Pip said softly. He didn't turn. In fact, he hadn't moved at all, still scrolling down the page. He hadn't heard her. "Stanley?" she tried again. Nothing, not even a flinch. He wasn't wearing headphones, was he? She couldn't see any. "Honestly," Mary scoffed, "he does this all the time. Has the most selective hearing I've ever come across. Tunes the whole world out. I have no idea how (y/n) likes him or can even stand to be around him as much as they are. Hey Stan!" She barked that last part, and finally Stanley looked up, spinning in his chair to face them. "Oh sorry, were you talking to me?" he said, his green-brown eyes jumping from Mary to settle on Pip, head perking up at the mention of that name.

"No one else in the room," Mary said irritably. "Wait (y/n) likes me?" Stanley said swinging from side to side in his chair with a coy smile on his face watching Mary as she walked away dropping her handbag against the desk farthest from Stanley's. "Hi," Pip said again, walking over to him, crossing the distance in just four large steps.

"H-hello," Stanley said, getting to his feet. He held out his hand apparently to shake hers, but then evidently changed his mind and drew it back, then changed his mind again and re-extended the hand with an embarrassed laugh leaving Mary holding back a laugh across the room wondering if this is how he flirted with (y/n). He probably didn't know how the appropriate way to greet Pip, given their fraught history and her being eighteen while he was at least in his late twenties.

"Sorry," Stanley said, returning the awkward hand to his side. It wasn't just the Singhs he'd apologized to; Pip had also received a letter from Stanley a few months ago. In other he'd apologized for the way he'd talked down to her and for Becca Bell taking Pip's number from his phone and using it to threaton Pip. He hadn't known at the time, but he was still sorry. Pip wondered how sincere he really was. "What can I...," Stanley began. "What do you-"

"I know the memorial will probably take up a lot of room in tomorrow's paper. But could you make space for this? I'm trying to spread the word to everyone in town." Pip dropped her backpack so she could take out the reserved Missing poster. She handed it over, watching Stanley read, his eyes furrowed and a hollow burrowing into his cheek as he chewed it from the inside. "Missing is he?" He looked down again. "Jamie Reynolds."

"Know him?"

"Don't think so," Stanley said. "Might recognize the face. Is he from Fairview?" "Yep. Family live on Cedar Way. Jamie went to Fairview high, with Andie and Sal."

"Missing since when?" he asked. "It says there." Pip's voice rose impatiently. Mary's chair creaked as she leaned closer to listen in, interested in the different than normal (y/n) rambling topic. "Last seen around eight o'clock at the memorial, until I learn more about his movements. I saw you taking photos, could you email those to me?" "Er, yes OK. Police?" asked Stanley. "A missing persons report has been filed," Pip replied "Polive response is nonexistent right now. So it's just me. That's why I need your help." She smiles, pretending like she didn't resent having to ask.

"Missing since the memorial?" Stanley thought oloud. "That's only, like, a day and a half, right? "Thirty-seven and a half hours," Pip said. "That's not very long, is it?" He lowered the poster. "Missing is nissing" she countered. "And the first seventy-two hours are critical, especially if you suspect foul play." "Do you?" "Yes," she said. "The family does too. So will you help? Can you print that notice tomarrow?" Stanley looked up for a moment, eyes spooling as he considered it. "Suppose I can move the article about potholes until next week." "Is that a yes?" Pip said. "Yes I'll make sure it goes in." He nodded, tapping the poster. "Though I'm sure he'll turn up OK." "Thank you, Stanley." She returned his polite smile. "I really appreciate that." She pivoted on her heels ro leave, but Stanley's voice stopped her before she reached the door.

"Mysteries always seem to find their way to you, don't they?"

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LOOK AT MA BF😭👉👈💖 Comments and reblogs are appreciated but not expected!💖

[linologging]

09.23.23 / 12:00am.

happy birthday, mi princesa. (´▽｀) °︎ｏ♡

my soybean stew eater, my marigold lover, apple of my eye.

i hope you’ve eaten something delicious to start your day and that you’ve woken up on the right side of the bed. it’s what THE birthday girl deserves, y’know?

starting this off sweet ‘n sappy by giving you a list of things i’ve grown to love about you:

your ability to make ANYTHING cute. it can be from your eye of aesthetic to handing me the most adorable pompompurin glass known to mankind.

the way you scrunch up your face at kisses, especially your nose. i have a feeling you’d be extremely ticklish if that’s what gets you— wait until i go for your back! i’ll have you on the floor rolling, just you wait!

you keep a good balance, especially when you stand on your tippy toes during kisses.

forgetfulness in most cases can irk people, but this is something i adore about you. i wonder how many things you have going on up there.

you’re a friend of friends. i believe that ‘birds of a feather flock together’ and you’re flying with the best bunch. the amount of love you have for them is unmatched and i can’t wait to meet more of your beautiful circle.

i have more than five things that i love about you OBVIOUSLY BECAUSE I NEVER EVER SHUT UP ABOUT ANYTHING YOU DO. you do one thing and i have to take a step back to not only admire you but also learn from you. i feel like everyday has been an adjustment in my own life to lead a life of kindness. and while you may not personally see that— as an outsider looking in, you’re perfect.

as you’ve once told me, my imperfections are perfect. and i ultimately feel the same way about you. you’ve bared insecurities to me that i can only imagine being very hard for you. i want you to continue to confide in me and lean on me when you need. you are always there for me for any of the thoughts i have running rampant. whether it’s something small or something deeper, you have always heard my end and made me feel heard and seen. i can only repay you by allowing you to do the same without judgement. i’ve made this promise before, but i promise again and again: i will always not only listen to what you have to say, but meet you with understanding and love.

you often talk about things you deserve and don’t. i’m willing to go to the ends of the earth just to change your mind. as stubborn as you are, it might be a challenge, but i think we both like those. you’re a resilient one, of course. but i do feel that you deserve softness. you deserve kind words and even kinder touches. however long it will take, i will make sure that you say you deserve any amount of love given to you. even if it’s a passerby in the street simply complimenting you or me putting you on full blast for how beautiful of a person you are. it’s always deserved.

i cant be anymore grateful that you’ve chosen to stick beside me, hold my hand and listen to half of the crap that comes out of my mouth (you know my riddles get very tricky at times ㅎ). you handle my long-winded sessions of blabbering. endless amounts of fawning and swooning over how much of a gorgeous human being you are, inside and out.

again, happiest of birthdays to you, my heart and soul. i love you to the moon and back now. and i will forever adore you so. ♡︎

“have we earned it, a love story? not for a moment but eternity.”

[sketchquill]

Aww I love this! Pearl looks so adorable in your art style and she looks so cute listening to your OC talk! I’m also glad that Ms Honee could be of some inspiration to you when you were making Becca Bee her design looks terrific! (*ฅ́˘ฅ̀*) .｡.:*♡

Some Casino art [MIGHT CHANGE HER GOD DAMN NAME AGAIN BECAUSE I WANNA USE CASINO FOR A DIFFERENT OC-] This would be after she ran away and is now a scrap!

She had to get rid of her mask so nobody would identify her but Skipp found her another one so she'd feel comfortable

THESE TWO. YALL I WENT THROUGH MY OLD OC NOTEBOOK AND I HAVE MY OWN VERSION OF PLANTY'S MARNIE AND SKETCH'S MS HONEE

A Doodle of another OC, Astrid, telling @sketchquill's Pearl that Wally got an apple head and Penny got a pumpkin head

TBNC QU Penny. Yall- She's a scarecrow now, I think Penny would be Wallys replacement that Poppy made (the one you see at the end of the movie)

I also took up making comics again! Both have to do with @cloudy-dreams who owns the borrower AU (2nd panel) and Vince (First Panel) along with the TBNC AU

In the first comic I drew the OG Penny and MOB Penny in the woods with Vince and it was fun to draw how different it was although I drew Mob Vince off Memory

The 2nd comic is how my AU ending up in the borrow AU! My Y/n has no fucks to give while My Wallet is concerned and lost

I really enjoyed drawing these so ima gonna do more in the future!

[marilynthornhilllover]

Hii, what about Rebecca Welton x Black!wife!reader based off the song So My Darling (acoustic) by Rachel Chinouriri?

Remember I'll always love you

Rebecca Welton x black!wife!Reader

Warning:fluff, indecent language, kissing, anxiety,

A/n: after I finished writing I realized that I read your ask wrong, but I hope the story line still works for you:) hope you enjoy reading as I did with writing♡♡. I'll probably make a part 2 when I have spare time because this is so cute!

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You knocked softly on the door, and Rebecca opened it, a confused but surprised expression was painted on her face. You smiled softly at her as she returned it.

She was dress in her usual attire. Black pencil cut skirt and a tint blue silk blouse with light pink fluffy house slippers. Her hair in a decent messy bun and light makeup. She looked heavenly.

"Y/n darling, your early" she said a bit nervously, your smile drop alittle thinking you may have came a little to early and maybe she hadn't finished preparing yet.

" Oh I hope that's OK, it's gonna rain soon so I thought I'd come early to beat the rush, you know how Manhatten is" you spoke chuckling slightly.

" ah yes no problem, at all" she spoke placing her hand on her hip, smiling.

It was starting to get awkward between the both of you.

" um can I come in now?" You asked, it was below a whisper but audible enough for her to hear. Your baby voice broke her from her trance.

" Yes of course" she said loudly as she moved for you to come in. As you entered her flat you were immediately hit with the most strong aroma.

Rebecca really went all out to make this first date special. She walked into the kitchen and you followed sitting on a beanch around the island.

" Your gonna have to give me a house tour babe" you said in hope to make small talk. Rebecca turned around surprised at the name you just called her.

" um yeah ok, um sure i- just" Rebecca stumbled on her words you could tell she was nervous. You got up and walked over to her, you smiled at her softly as you held both her hands in yours.

" becaa it's ok, step by step right?" She nodded as a small smile painted her lips.

"You ready to eat, I made Italian pasta, i didn't know what you liked so I tried my best" taking the pasta off the stove she placed it onto the counter.

You could tell she was nervous but you didn't want her to be. She was doing her absolute best.

" would you like wine?" She asked before she walked into the wine pantry.

" sure" you responded taking a look at her apartment again. It was truly beautiful, and it was definitely her aesthetic. Scented candles to her perfume, dim light, big window, grey curtains, it was giving old money vibes.

But most of all it was very Rebecca Welton vibes.

" how long have you lived here" you questioned when she brought back the wine and two wine glasses.

" not long probably a year and a half" she responded pouring the wine into the glass.

" becca" her name on your tongue was like music to her ears. She hummed in response and looked up at you. For a moment you swore the world stopped moving. And it was just the both of you. Her big green eyes staring into your eyes. You were stuck in a trance with her.

" Your doing enough becca, you just being with me in a cave is more than enough for a first date" you spoke as she giggled a little.

" see their's the becca I know, let your hair down" you said smiling from ear to ear, Rebecca sighed, almost like she was holding it in for an eternity.

You both sat down and had dinner. It was absolutely amazing. Great flavor, great seasonings, it was just perfect.

" did you like it?" She asked as she took both plates and proceeded to take them to the sink.

" yeah, you should open your own restaurant" you said and she began laughing like crazy.

" darling I had to watch 10 tiktoks and probably 15 YouTube videos to make that" she said as she started to turn red.

" atleast you tired" you said in between gigles.

" A for fucking effort" she commented. You both were dying of laughter. After you both caught your breaths you looked at eachother again.

" well it was still perfect" you said admiring her facial features. You both leaned in to kiss but you both pulled away.

" Well the night is still young darling, what do you wanna do" she asked drying her hands as she walked into her grand lounge area, you following like the little lost pup you were. Her flat was as big as any mansion.

You gasped as you saw the alluring porcelain and gold piano in the room, she turned around and followed your eye line seeing what made you react the way you did. A soft smile came across her face.

" ah yes, came with the apartment, I used it a couple times but" she stop as she looked at the piano deeply, if you didn't know better you would have thought she was admiring it but you did know better and she was looking at it as if it brought back memories.

" can you play" she asked snapping out of her trance, her gaze meeting yours. you looked down at the floor nervously.

" Oh come on it can't be that bad" she said a flint of sarcasm to it. You looked up to meet her eyes and glared at her.

" come here" she sat on the bench in front of the piano and tapped to spot next to her. You obliged and sat next to her.

" play what you know" she whispered. You sighed as you began to play ocean eyes instrumental, it wasn't perfect nor was it terrible but it could use some work.

" not bad" she said smiling as she began to play a song. You recognized it from the intro beat. It was 'so my darling'. One of your favorite songs.

She slowly began singing it while she was playing and you couldn't help but blush. Her green eyes shimmered in the dimly lit room, the candle on top of the piano was the only source of light.

As she ended the song she couldn't help but smile at you.

" that was perfect" you whispered as you leaned into her. Both your lips met and it was electric. It was soft and slow, so passionate. It felt as if there was no time in the world and you both can kiss forever. Soon it became rough as both your tongues dance like two lover's in the rain.

You both pulled away for air, bursting out laughing again.

" Your perfect" you said, laying your head on her shoulder.

" and darling your magical" she whispered kissing your temple. You soon fell asleep to her playing her song again.

[reveluving]

yes, dilf!bucky is god tier but what about...

dilf!bucky and neighbour!milf!reader...?

bucky's heard about the new neighbour and her adopted kids moving in but never had the time to meet them. but, he's heard good things from his kids, becca and grant (courtesy to @becca-e-barnes ♡)

he may or may not also have heard how thirsty the fathers and even horny teenage boys are for you. except grant cause he's best and respectful boi.

like, bucky picks becca up from school and she's like "daddy! can morgan come over tomorrow?" and he's like "morgan?". becca pouts and reminds him, "y'know! my new classmate! she's the one living next to us! her mom's really nice!"

then some time later, grant comes home with two new faces, though one of them seems familiar, "dad, this is ned, and this is peter, he lives next door with morgan and ms. (l/n),"

and at this point, Bucky thinks this is probably a sign to officially meet the gorgeous lady of the (l/n) household

and boy he was not expecting you to look so... good??? like, he genuinely thought those thirsty gossip over you was a result of sex-starved men but God were they right. judging by peter's age, he didn't expect you to look younger than he imagined. your caring nature too??

well, slap my ass and call me sally. he's whipped.

he thinks he's old-fashioned but the longer he knows you, the more he hopes to be with you ✋🏼😭 he also just loves to see how excited becca gets when she sees morgan, even if they see each other everyday. same goes to grant and peter!

most importantly; he cherishes each and every moment you'd spend with his children, almost as if they were your own.

and that's only scratching the surface.

but if we talking about nsfw... lmao read below cause listen;

as soon as he comes home from meeting you, bucky, without a doubt, jerks off in the bathroom. is it possible that the debauched image of you in his head was already enthralling? since that discovery, he yearns to know what it's like to be in bed with you.

and I don't only mean it in a cute, cuddling way. though, he is not opposed to that. anything to have you in his arms.

i imagine the reader as someone who focuses more on her children, so she either hasn't had sex in a while or has a couple of times but safe to say they were a good 2.5/10. so, when y'all are getting down and dirty, he gets off by the fact that you've never been properly fucked or guided.

idk if there's a kink for that but let's make it a thing.

just imagine him teaching you how to ride him bro, sHIT-

"that's it, pretty girl," he purrs, one arm around your waist while the metallic one on your ass, guiding you on his cock and well, if you think you can move off of him, you have another thing coming, "you feel so, so good," he growls when you subconsciously grind into him.

you're literally drunk in the sensation, the moans you'd let out whenever he bucks into you filling the room, "you like that?" the cheeky smirk on his face when you can't respond cause it takes you all the energy you have left to just nod.

he slaps your ass and whispers in your ear, "say it," and you answer meekly, cause despite not a stranger to sex, never in your life were you told to talk dirty, "y-yes! yes, bucky, p-please don't stop,"

his feral side jumps out at the idea of being the only one to see you this submissive, despite many other men thirsting for you. they'd do anything to be in his place so, imagine his possessiveness when y'all actually get married?? breeding kink too??

biiiitch;; that's another story for another time ;)

but FUCK, i can't stop reading all this dilf!bucky or dilf-anything. i've never even written smut before so I blame y'all damn 🤨

but this won't be my last lmao bet

(imma leave these names here cause they're the superior dilf!bucky writers: @becca-e-barnes @bucksfucks @suitk0via @agentofbarnes @bvcksbunny @coffeecatsandcandles)

[cindyyberman]

doll-dizzy. | bucky barnes

synopsis ── bucky finally works up the courage to take you out on your first date. ♡

── 40s!bucky barnes x fem!reader genre ── fluff word count ── 1.4k note ── this takes place in 1940, 5 years before first avenger

♡ marvel masterlist ; misc masterlist ; prompts ; character list ; request rules

warnings ── dated views on dating/gender roles ; mentions of war

His hands were sweaty and he kept wiping them on his slacks. Bucky looked up at Steve, who nodded reassuringly. He took a deep breath in before picking up the receiver and, before he could talk himself out of it, was ringing the number to your house.

You'd grown up down the street from the Barnes household, and Bucky had taken a liking to you from the moment he set eyes on you. You were a teacher in training down at the elementary school, wanting to be a kindergarden teacher. Your moms had both been a part of the same book club when you were small, your mother letting you down the street to play with Rebecca after school and on weekends.

Over time, though, you and Becca had grown apart. You were older than her and she had her own friends, and you had yours, including her older brother James and his best friend Steve.

Despite hanging around them since your teenage years, you'd still managed to maintain a respectable reputation. You weren't the prettiest girl in New York, but you cleaned up nice and throughout high school you'd had many boys try their luck at your heart, but it had never seemed to work out.

Bucky didn't realise it back then, but he'd loved you in high school. When he'd head out onto the front porch late at night for a cigarette and see you returning home with a boy, he'd seethed inside. Never said a word to you, knowing you had a right to any boy who wanted you. But after pining for years, he was finally going to do it.

Your father answered after a few rings. "Hello?"

Bucky gulped. He knew he'd have to speak to your parents, it was part of his plan even, but that didn't make it any easier. "Hello, sir," he knew that you liked confident men, steadying his voice as best as he could. "It's James Barnes,"

"Ah, Winnifred's boy," your father said. You were in the sitting room, going over some of the material from that day's lessons when you heard the names, listening intently. Why was Bucky calling you? "How are your mother and sister?"

"They're good, sir," Bucky said, flashing an awkward smile at Steve, who sent him one back, knowing how much his best friend wanted it to go well. "I was hoping I could speak to your daughter, sir? I wanted to ask her to go to dinner with me Tuesday night,"

You heard your father mutter something quiet before calling out to you, and you had to pretend to be surprised when he said "James Barnes is on the phone for you,"

"Hi, Jim," you smiled when you picked the receiver up, your father standing far enough away that he wasn't looming, but not too far that you had any privacy whatsoever. "What can I do for you?"

"Hey, doll," he smiled when he heard your voice, Steve scoffing at the lovesick expression on his face. "I wanted to ask, if you're free, if you wanted to go out with me on Tuesday night?"

He held his breath as he heard you giggle. "Why, what's someone as doll-dizzy as you doing asking me out on a date, hmm?" you asked, amused. Bucky was a ladies man, everyone in New York knew it, so you didn't understand why he wanted you, considering you'd end up brushed to the side the way the rest of the dames you knew had been.

"Only doll I'm dizzy for is you, darlin'," he smirked, leaning against the wall, the receiver still in hand. Steve watched from the other side of the kitchen, paying close attention. He'd never had much luck with women, mostly because for the most part, he wasn't very interested, but sometimes he was, and he'd need all the help he could get. "Tuesday night, just you and me. Only if you want. We can get dinner, or I can take you to the cinema, or drinks and dancing, whatever you fancy,"

You smiled down at your feet. Bucky Barnes really was asking you on a date. "I wouldn't mind some dancing with you, Jimmy," you used one hand to open a little calendar book on the table with the phone, writing in the date so you wouldn't forget it (like it wasn't all you'd be thinking about).

"I'll pick you up at seven, doll," he said, and once you'd hung up he looked triumphantly at Steve, standing up to give his best friend an excited hug. "She said yes,"

"That's great, buddy," Steve clapped him on the back. He knew Bucky wasn't lying. He was crazy for you.

"Shit, I gotta figure out what to wear,"

Tuesday night rolled around and, like you knew he would, Bucky was at your door five minutes to seven. Your mother let him in, doting onhow handsome he looked, telling him you were just finishing fixing yourself up for him and offering him a cup of coffee.

He sat in the sitting room with your father, listening intently as your father talked about work, the conversation turning to the war soon. Bucky wasn't like Steve, he was grateful for and admired the soldiers willing to give their lives to fight the nazis, but he had a life in New York. He had a family and, if he went, who would look after Steve?

Your father asked Bucky if he planned on enlisting but he was saved from having to answer by your arival, Bucky standing as you entered the room, looking every bit as gorgeous as he expected. "Wow, doll, you look beautiful,"

You adjusted your dress, smiling up at him. The two of you exchanged farewells with your parents, Bucky promising to have you returned by ten. He opened the door of his car for you, jogging around to get in the drivers seat. "You're gorgeous," he said, looking over at you while driving.

Your cheeks felt warmer as you giggled. "And you're a charmer, Barnes. I don't know what to expect from this,"

Bucky slowed to a stop as he reached the bar, helping you out as he placed a hand on the small of your back. "Expect the best night of your life, darling,"

He hadn't lied, that night was incredible. You danced with Bucky, drinking enough to get buzzed but keep your wits about you. Bucky shrugged off his jacket, draping it over your shoulders as he held your hand delicately, strolling through the park. He really was crazy for you, but how do you tell a girl that on the first date?

You pulled at his hand, stopping him in his tracks and making him look at you. "What's wrong, Bucky?" you asked gently, Bucky looking into your eyes. You were the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen.

"I know you think I'm just with you for the fun of it," he said seriously, taking your other hand in his as well. "But doll, you've been in my head for years and I asked you out tonight because I don't think you're leaving anytime soon. So, if you're going to be up here always," he tapped his temple. "Then I'd love it if you can also be here always," he gave a squeeze to your hands and you bit your lip slightly, gazing up at him with twinkling eyes. If you were going to run laps around his head then he needed to be able to hold you, or else he would go insane.

"I gotta tell ya, Buck," you said. "You don't live up here for me," you tapped the same place he had, but on your head. "For me, you spend most of your time in here," you placed a hand gingerly on your heart, feeling the steady beating beneath your fingers.

Bucky broke out in a grin, spinning you around by the hands and pulling you flush against him. "Doll, you have no idea how happy that makes me," he checked his watch. "Come on, I gotta get you home if I want any chance in hell of seeing you again,"

You smiled and squeezed his hand, Bucky squeezing back. Once you were back on your front porch, he leaned in. "Friday evening," he said, so low it was almost a whisper. You hand a hand on your chest, both to steady yourself and to keep him at a respectable distance (it was only the first date, after all) and you could fear the laugh rumble in his chest. "After your school. Let me buy you dinner, now I don't have a lot, but-"

"Pick me up at six," you said, smile still gracing your features. He nodded and kissed your cheek.

"I'm counting down the seconds," he whispered, and you could feel his breath on your cheek.

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