#sweet tooth becca

[sweettoothvn]

The Young Children

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The Father Dilemma by ember @gatesofember from the wild west au series

A year after deciding to stay permanently, Nico di Angelo has long since settled into Ladon Creek. He has two bothersome but loyal housemates, a caring community of friends, and a loving partner. His days have never been so peaceful and he never thought he’d feel so happy. But his calm, blissful life is thrown into disarray when he learns some truly sinister news: Will’s father is coming to visit. [T, 6,841, 2/7]

FAR GALAXIES by rosy @rosyredlipstick

She didn’t answer. Instead, she pulled out her PADD from her coat, slow enough that Nico only slightly twitched. Jason’s transmission was loaded up on the screen—at the bottom, their signature tag was spelled out. “Guardians of the Galaxy. That supposed to be a joke?” “More like an aspiration,” Jason said. - Space, the final frontier. Or whatever. [E, 365,994, 14/14]

three-in-one soap by emi @thelordofshrimp

Austin glared at his sister. “Will can’t lie, genius. He says that since he became head counselor, any shower that lasts more than three minutes gets interrupted by someone needing his help.” “That’s… crazy.” Nico considered the number of showers he’d taken even in his short time at camp and imagined if even half of them had been interrupted. “It is,” Jerry agreed. “Not like there’s much we can do about it, though.” “You can always do something about it.” Nico sat up. “There has to be something.” “Not unless you can somehow keep the whole camp safe at once.” [G, 5,798, 4/4]

I wanna make you mine, but that's hard to say by ethan @ethannku

Rather than dignifying Will’s likely insult with a response, Nico took another deep inhale, then tipped his head back to blow the smoke straight up into the air. When he tipped his head to the side, he found that Will was still watching him, his eyes cast low, maybe to Nico’s shoulders or neck or mouth-- [T, 8,615]

kiss with a fist is better than none by lori @sunflowersandscreams

Well, if he wanted to play it like that, then Will would meet him halfway. “I meant it. What I said earlier. I would have liked to make peace so we can get over this whole… whatever, but you just had to be an asshole, so never mind, I guess.” Nico looked at him, bored, a distinct lack of an expression on his face. “You think I’d really believe that? That you’d be so courteous, so kind, as to- what, ‘use your hand as an olive branch’? I’m not naïve, Solace.” “I wasn’t saying that you- it’s not like-” Will bit his tongue. “You don’t wanna be nice to each other? Fine. I don’t care. It’s not like it would change much, or that we could change much, at this point.” “Your guilt tripping isn’t going to affect me.” Nico tilted his chin up, angry now. “Maybe I’m fine with being like this? Or maybe it just doesn’t matter as much as you seem to think it does.” ~ Nico and Will have been rivals slash sworn enemies since the beginning of high school, when they both joined the orchestra. Things change, for better or worse. [T, 62,457, 6/8]

Does This Still Count as Solangelo Week if It's July by alfie @lordstormageddidnt

Will likes cuddling with Nico in his sleep. Nico likes cuddling with Will. But Nico does not like waking up in a pool of sweat because his boyfriend is half-sun-god, half-space-heater. [G, 1,232]

never a clean break (no one here to save me) by katherine @yrbeecharmer from the exes au series

It’s been a year and a half since Aphrodite’s shitshow, since they finally processed the things they never had and agreed to move on, and how many times has Will made it clear they’re fine now? Not that they really talk about it in so many words anymore, but that’s because they shouldn’t have to. They’re friends. Not close ones, but friends. And Nico has a boyfriend. So why on earth is he calling Will, right now, to do this? [M, 12,444]

a sweet tooth for you series by becca @thebhorror

Nico works in a bakery and is determined to make Will fall in love with him his baked goods [G, 23,447]

& if you stay too long it will kill you marble @marbleheavy

As he looked up and stared at the sky, his thoughts seemed to fall through the grates of the fire escape. He could pretend that the flickering light from the planes passing by were stars if he didn’t think too much about it. As if the light pollution hadn’t swallowed the whole of his visible universe. He took a drag from the cigarette and sighed, dropping his gaze back ahead. [T, 1,232]

bulls and blood by allison @rainnows

Cowboys were not Nico’s type. At least, that’s what he’d been telling himself for the better part of two hours, propped up as he was against a fence bordering the arena, where he definitely wasn’t allowed to be, photographer’s pass around his neck or not. [T, 1,213]

[novelmonger]

What are some headcanons (if any) that you have about Steve and Bucky and their friendship?

When I first approached this answer, I got a bit of a deer-in-the-headlights feeling, because there are so many of them - particularly because I write a lot of AUs, which is basically a headcanon writ large. But for that sort of thing, I'll just drop a link to my fics on AO3.

But here's a list of headcanons (some major, some minor) I have that aren't tied to a specific AU, and are canon-compliant (with the movies; I don't really give the same weight to stuff from the comics or other sources, though I might draw inspiration from there):

George Barnes and Joseph Rogers were brothers-in-arms in WWI, and became best friends. Joseph died when George's gas mask got broken, and then they were hit with mustard gas. Joseph gave George his and covered him with his body to protect him. Hearing this story growing up, Steve promised himself that if he were ever in a position to do the same, he would make the same sacrifice his father did (hence throwing himself onto a grenade without a second thought in Basic).

Because of George and Joseph's friendship, the Barneses became family friends with Sarah Rogers and helped her out as much as they could, which is how Steve and Bucky originally met.

Steve's favorite color is blue; Bucky's favorite color is red.

Steve drinks his coffee black. Bucky has a massive sweet tooth, though he didn't particularly like chocolate; in the war, he would trade the chocolate from his rations with the other Howlies. Post-Winter Soldier, however, Bucky will happily devour anything sweet, chocolate or not.

[I don't know if this counts as a headcanon or not, but Steve's love language is acts of service and Bucky's is touch.]

Steve smells really nice and gives the best hugs ^/////^

Steve's favorite season is spring, because that's when everything starts coming to life again, and the weather finally begins to warm up. Pre-Winter Soldier, Bucky's favorite season was winter, because that was the season for snow, Christmas, and several family birthdays including his own. Post-Winter Soldier, his favorite season is summer, the season of warmth and light.

Steve and Bucky both know how to knit and sew, in order to cut costs during the Depression, though their skills have probably gotten a bit rusty since then, besides minor mending.

The Barnes family was always very physically affectionate, sharing hugs and kisses all around. The Rogers family was more reserved, but after spending so much time around Bucky and his family, Steve became quite comfortable with that sort of thing too.

Steve did in fact move in with Bucky after his mother died, and they lived together until the war.

After the serum and Hydra experimentation, Steve's body temperature tends to run a little high and Bucky's tends to run a little low. Cue cuddling scenes! :3

Just as Steve calls Bucky "Buck," Bucky calls him "Stevie." It started as a joke, but it stuck.

Bucky has an uncle named James, which is why he goes by his middle name instead.

Steve's cooking is rather boring; he sticks to like five recipes and just cooks them over and over again. Bucky can follow a recipe, but when left without supervision is liable to mess something up.

Bucky has four sisters. He's the oldest. His oldest sister, Becca, is two years younger than him. (But I...haven't really thought through any of the others ^^')

After breaking free of Hydra's control, Bucky struggles with self-harm and suicidal thoughts related to the guilt and shame he feels over what he was made to do.

Because of the metal arm, Bucky has a lot of trouble with back and shoulder pain, to the point he needs regular chiropractic and massage work done on it. It gets much better after he gets the vibranium arm, but still isn't perfect.

Steve is really good at giving back rubs and shoulder massages. The Howling Commandos used to come up with excuses for why they needed regular massages from him, and he was too nice to say no.

Before the war, Bucky was something of a ladies' man. After the Winter Soldier, however, he doesn't end up romantically with anyone. It's hard for him to let himself be that vulnerable with anyone, and even harder to find anyone who could relate to everything he's been through, so he just decides not to bother. His bonds with his closest friends and their families are enough.

Steve and Bucky have almost a sixth sense about when the other is in serious danger, almost like twins. It's not a superpower or anything; they've had this since they were kids, which is how Bucky was able to come to Steve's rescue so many times. This also comes into play when Bucky is at his lowest; Steve starts feeling like something is off when Bucky is on the verge of killing himself.

When hugging or lying side by side, Steve still likes to tuck his head under Bucky's chin, like he used to when he was much smaller.

But the most important headcanon of all...

The Two Steves Theory:

This headcanon is one that @sergeanttomycaptain and I came up with in the first half-hour after seeing Endgame for the first time, and in my mind remains the only way to be truly satisfied with Steve's ending. If you'd rather read it in story format, you can read my fic "Let This One Remain."

But in short, here's how it works:

Everything in the movie happens the same way it does. It's just that they cut five minutes too early. What you should have seen was that after old!Steve gives the shield to Sam, suddenly they hear someone else coming up behind them. It's another Steve. Or should I say, the same Steve who just took the Infinity Stones and Mjolnir back in time. The first Steve.

This Steve, or Steve Prime as I like to call him, explains that he went back in time and put the Stones back as the plan was. He considered going to some point where he could settle down with Peggy and live the life he'd always wanted...but ultimately, he realized that actually wasn't what he wanted after all. He wasn't the same person he'd been in WWII when he'd fallen in love with Peggy, and he was no longer right for her. He might not always feel like he belongs in the 21st century, even still, but he recognizes as he travels back and forth through time that he wouldn't belong in the 1940s either. Besides, he's built a life for himself in the 21st century now. He has friends there. He has Bucky. He has Sharon. And that's actually where he wants to live out his days.

But, before going back as planned, he made one final trip to London in 1945, and talked to the version of himself who was sitting in that bar, mourning Bucky. He told that Steve that Bucky was still alive and captured, and that he needed to give his coordinates to Peggy when he brought the plane down, so they could find him sooner and they could go rescue Bucky. Then Steve Prime goes back to where he left Bucky and Sam waiting.

So old!Steve is actually the one that Steve Prime went to talk to. Peggy and Howard were able to find him, and then they rescued Bucky before he could be completely turned into the Winter Soldier. They went back to the States, Steve married Peggy, they had children...in short, they lived a full, happy life. The scene at the end where Steve and Peggy are dancing? That's that Steve.

Steve Prime, meanwhile, comes back to live with his friends, and to try to pick up where he left off with Sharon, now that she's been un-Snapped. Sam takes up the mantle of Captain America, and Steve retires.

And they all lived happily ever after.

[becauseiamnotanelephant]

Day of treats

I took Hannah to play with Alice today and her mom had a great idea of taking the girls to a new princess cafe that opened up in Verona. Hannah had been battling everything so far today - getting dressed, leaving to go to Alice's house, and of course, only because it was totally opposite to the reaction she would have had under any other circumstance, did not want to go to the princess cafe. I am so done with these battles.

We finally convinced her to go and found ourselves in a very crowded cafe that was not prepared for the volume of people who had the same idea we did on this cold and rainy day. It's a cute place with some princess-ish things but it was mostly an overpriced cafe that had run out of most items on the menu and was so backed up that it took 20 minutes to place our order and 20 minutes to get the coffee that Marisa ordered. But Hannah and Alice did enjoy a croissant and a Sleeping Beauty cupcake before heading home.

Then we went to Becca's birthday and Hannah had a great time playing with Talia and her other cousins. The Laurenti bloodline is clearly the one with the sweet tooth gene as Hannah and Talia were the only kids dedicated to finishing the birthday cake down to licking the frosting off their plates.

As if we had not racked up enough treats for the day, Graham took Hannah for a few hours after the party to Kids Empire, a huge indoor play space and got her an ice cream sandwich. He sent me this video and I thought they had crashed someones birthday party!

We'll call today a "cheat" day for being healthy parents.

[filthy-reckless-rp]

♛ Spotted on the Upper East Side…

Name: Rebecca Ravenwood Pronouns: She/Her Age: 45 years old Hometown: Up To Player Occupation: Actor Social Status: Insider Faceclaim suggestion: Jessica Chastain

Who Is Rebecca?

“New to town with a made up name, in the angel’s city, chasing fortune and fame.”

Rebecca Ravenwood- I’m holding for the applause! You’re an inspiration, an icon. You fought tooth and claw to get to where you are now, destroying anyone who dared think about ruining you (I can relate). You’ve never fully trusted anyone, not even your nearest and dearest. You rely on yourself, always keeping a distance in your relationships. You could never relax, you could never settle, always working to protect your reputation and your work. At times, you’ve let your success get in the way of other people’s feelings, including your precious daughter’s. No judgement here, promise. To your public, you’re perfect! Never a hair out of place, a photo that wasn’t proofed, a project that isn’t lucky to have you. Behind closed doors? Let me know. XOXO ---Gossip Girl

A Little Extra

Up To Player (two paragraphs of biography; helpful key points listed below - message if you’d like to make any changes or note in the app if you’d rather the bio written up  for you!)  

Rebecca Ravenwood is an iconic actor and a member of the incredibly famous ‘brat pack’. Rebecca, Johnny, Diana and Jamie were the up-and-coming stars of their time. They all had their biggest break on a soapy teen drama that had more twists and turns than you could keep up with. Rebecca is publicly very grateful for her big break but does remind the press that she’s long moved on.

Still actively working as an actor, Becca immediately declined the offer to join ‘Friday Night Bites’ with her fellow ‘brat pack’. It wasn’t until she had word that Jamie had said yes, she reconsidered over a late night glass of wine. Nostalgia is a bitch and now she’s signed a contract.

Having Roni when she was young, her career still taking off, caused a lot of complications for Rebecca. She started to cut off her friends, starting a new life with her daughter and husband. She focused on her work, she wanted to keep building a life for herself and Roni. Rebecca could only count on herself, that’s how it would always be.

Rebecca can be cold, calculating and cut to the bone when she wants to. She isn’t afraid to do what needs to be done, she isn’t afraid to be the ‘bad guy’. She’ll stab you in the back with her stiletto and then go on to host an award show with a smile. Rebecca can be ruthless.

But Becca can also be silly and fun. She can be playful and sweet. She used to play pranks on set when she was young. She’d insist on a round of shots for the whole group, drag everyone to karaoke and out sing everyone there! She spent a long time perfecting a character, she isn’t sure who the ‘real’ Rebecca is anymore.

What Does Gossip Girl Have On Them?

Veronica broke up with her boyfriend, Sam Watts, before they should have both been heading to college. She came home to L.A, with a secret. Roni was pregnant. Becca knew she had to keep the scandal- the secret- under wraps for as long as possible. They were already going through a divorce- Becca and Roni’s dad (who had been unfaithful)- and keeping the media at bay was a full time job. Rebecca arranged for the adoption- it was for the best. Also up to player (if applicable; alternatively you can note their thoughts on Gossip Girl’s return!)

Connections

Veronica Ravenwood - Rebecca’s whole world, her daughter. Not that she’s ever been able to articulate these feelings to her. Rebecca’s relationship with Veronica is turbulent, it’s complicated. Rebecca never knew how to be a mom, she only knew to protect Roni, to do what’s best (right?). 

Jamie Park - ‘brat pack’ member and one of Rebecca’s oldest companions. Becca always had a way of getting under Jamie’s skin. They were together on and off a lot before Becca had Veronica (and some times after). They either loved or hated each other with no in between. Becca could never really let Jamie love her.

Johnny Akana - ‘brat pack’ member, Johnny and Becca were always at each other’s throats when they were young. They were either arguing or laughing, screaming or dancing together. They haven’t spoken since Roni was little. 

Diana Watts - fellow ‘brat pack’ member. Becca lost touch with almost everyone years ago. Diana was never afraid to call Becca out when needed but they loved each other. They all did. Secretly, they once had a romantic tryst but agreed to keep it under wraps so they didn’t hurt Johnny and Jamie. 

[capt-carter-mostly-official]

Last song: Here Comes the Sun by The Beatles

Currently Watching: Heartstopper S2(I love these kids, they’re adorable)

Sweet/savory/spicy: I think we are all well aware I am a Brit, so my idea of spice is rather underwhelming according to the rest of my team. I’ll personally go for sweet, but not tooth-aching sweet

Current obsession: I know this might sound rather odd, but classic Rock’n’Roll at the moment

Relationship status: widowed, technically. It’s a bit tricky to explain. I do fancy someone though, and my late girl would have wanted me to move on and find another love

Let me see… Tyler already tagged many of the people I would tag… @becca-barnes-official @luna-barton13 @anthonyedwardstark1970 @theironcan @virginia-pepper-potts01 @moongirlwidow @white-wolf-actually @probably-steve

Nine people i'd like to get to know better:

Tagged by: @bell-of-indecision, thank you so much for tagging me <3

Last Song: Gmfu by Odetari,6arelyhuman

Favourite colour: Dark red, violet, pink

Currently watching: Death note, ep6

Spicy/Savoury/Sweet: Spicy

Relationship status: Single

Current Obsession: Mbti types and cognitive functions.

Tagging: @somin-yin @a-cloud-for-dreams @axepen @hinsaa-paramo-dharma @basic-bitch-alkali @rhysaka @blackknight-100 @squishywizardd @reykalot

[thewildsgonewrong]

watching netflix’s ‘sweet tooth’ and Stefania LaVie Owen (the girl who plays Becca) IS IN IT!!!

[steven-g-rogers]

Steve chuckled and nodded.  He could almost picture it perfectly.  She had been such a precocious little kid.  And she loved sweets.  But the memory also brought up another issue that Steve didn’t know how to broach with him.  And with the mention of his sister, now was a good a time as ever.

He came to sit next to Bucky, catching the remote when it was thrown to him, but setting it down on the arm of the chair. “Yeah.  I’ve tried them.  I still haven’t found anything I like more than just a straight black coffee.  A lot of them are way too sweet.  I never really got a sweet tooth.”

He took a breath and let it out slowly.  It was now or never.  “I saw Becca,” he said.  “After I woke up.  She’s gone now.  She was a very old lady when I saw her.  I’m sorry, Buck.”  Steve knew that Bucky had to know Rebecca Barnes was gone by now.  But it was still not fun to have that confirmed.  “She’d had a big life though.  She got married.  She had kids. And grandkids.  I met them all.  We can go meet them if you want to.”

@jamesbuch-anon

As Bucky walked back to the couch he shook his head and scoffed. "I mean I could get used to fresh cookies at midnight. And I don't even have to bake them myself." He joked and sat down once again. "I bet Becca would have loved that." Thinking about how he didn't get to see his little sisters grow up, or his parents grow old made him sad. But it was a nice thought to have- Rebecca always loved sweets.

He took a sip of the coffee and hummed at the familar taste. He liked that after all this time Steve still remembered how he liked his coffee. It was like they were an old married couple.

"Hey, have you ever had any of those crazy coffees they have now? It sounds like it'd give someone a cavity." Lots of things nowdays were very over the top, he noticed. Even on the TV, the commercials were so weird sometimes. But it was interesting to see.

Bucky tossed Steve the remote. "You can turn whatever you want. I don't know what this shit is."

@steven-g-rogers

[sweettoothvn]

Hello, can you post the script about your latest audio pls ? For those english isn't their main language.

Sure thing! ^^

The setting is in a science lab and Tenylia is complaining about her day to her sister Becca who is not listening.

Tenylia: “Mr. Ravenar always makes the Bodross Biology class such a pain in the ass. I know I’m both halves of a freak of nature, but damn what do I need to know about gene mutations for??”

Becca does not respond so Tenylia keeps yapping.

Tenylia: “And THEN he rambled on and on about the silly Myconia and which one is more deadly than the other and what likes to be comfy around Jinns, I almost passed out at least twice– uh, thinking about it I might’ve because my head kissed the desk for a split second– anyway, it could kill a man if you weren’t already a nerd for the subject in general and I have a solid C, so I’m not a complete failure”

Short sarcastic 5-second pause on Becca’s device before it starts buzzing again

Tenylia: “But also if it weren’t for Eddie I have no idea how I would be able to get through it. Oh, speaking of him, I hope he’s been doing okay lately. He’s been more tense ever since he met this one guy at the Wild Witch. The dude’s a total creep by the way. You should see the way he acts around Eddie. It's… uncomfortable…”

The sounds of tech buzzing and small zaps from a pen to a board answers mostly between them

Tenylia: “On a better note though- I’m relieved that this guy seems to be distracted by something else– or rather someone else. But at the same time, I feel bad for them cause now he’s acting creepiER and hyperenergetic like he piped down a two-ton pack of steroids”

The sounds stop

Tenylia: “I see him lingering around Botanique sometimes and just… watching… He doesn’t even buy anything. He just chats with the newbie for a bit then pretends to leave. But he doesn’t. They don’t seem too bothered by it… or…. Or even worse….maybe they don’t know? What makes this awful is that they haven’t been in the Intrepid for a month and they’ve managed to capture the attention of a Gilvan?! Worst of all– a very sick one… in the head I mean. I’m just hoping he doesn’t do anything drastic like… I dunno… break into their apartment…?” 

Something snaps and Tenylia looks over to Becca, only to flinch as she sees her sister’s facial expression

Tenylia: “Did… uhm… Did I say something wrong? H-how about this, I’ll change topics-”

Becca cuts her off immediately with a serious tone, almost threatening.

Becca: “Who.”

Tenylia: “Pardon?”

Tenylia asks meekly, having not caught what her sister had said

Becca: “Who.”

Becca says more sternly

Tenylia: “Oh! T–That’s- I-I don’t think I should be talking anymore– this was a bad idea knowing how you–”

She stammers over her words, they crack a bit as she is clearly nervous and regretting having brought up the current topic. The sound of a chair creaks as Becca gets up from her chair and starts to approach Tenylia who backs away anxiously.

Becca: “Who. Are. You. Talking about?”

She says slowly, clearly not messing around as she wants the information that Tenylia is refusing to give up.

Tenylia: “Why are you suddenly so interested?!”

Tenylia blurts, feeling like a cornered animal. Becca grumbles under her breath and leans away from her sister with a sneer. Dragging a hand down her face she sighs then speaks with a frustrated but cold tone.

Becca: “....Forget it. I’ll figure it out myself.”

Tenylia begins to panic, stammering again before rushing off after her sister, her voice fading out.

Tenylia: “NO NO NO! BECCA DON’T YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT IT!!! LEAVE THEM ALONE!!”

[bobfloydsbabe]

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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The Boy Next Door: Watermelon Sugar Pt.1

A human AU series featuring the RK boys. Starting with Connor.

Parings: Human!Connor / Female Reader Rating: Explicit/ NSWF 18+ Chapters (AO3): [ Part 1 ] [ Part 2 ] Word Count: 3.4k Warnings: None (part 1 is backstory fluff and SFW) Summary: He’s known you all your life. He’s the boy next door: sweet, considerate, and he’s absolutely head over heels and you are the densest best friend he’s ever had.

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Negotiation is a fine art, one which requires finesse and charm. Neither of which you and Connor had when you first exchanged toys as young children. There was much debate on the worth of his massive stuffed brown bear complete with a little blue bow versus your remote controlled monster truck. Thinking back on it, you’d congratulate your parents for being adventurous with the toys they bought for a little girl.

“You’ll take good care of him right?” Connor insisted upon the completion of your transaction.

He had always wanted a dog but his father was ramping up his workload at the DPD and had no time as a single parent to juggle a kid and a puppy. So the compromise was a large stuffed animal which Connor named Sumo. The bear’s massive head rolled around your tiny arms, his brown sparkly eyes gazing up at the clouds. You looked up at Connor’s worried eyes. They were almost as brown and shimmery as the bear in your embrace. You gave him a big smile, your tongue peeking out from a gap where an adult tooth was growing in.

“I promise to take care of him. You can come over and visit too!”

“Really?” He asked, eyes wide and bright.

You both made a pinky promise, the simple gesture sparking the beginning of a journey as best friends. Your families were ecstatic about your friendship and arranging play dates was a breeze since he lived next door. There were countless of shared parties, camping trips, and games of hide and seek where your backs were pressed together in a closet. You were inseparable but it was only a matter of time before childish laughter in small confined spaces became longing gazes and drawn out silence.

It was dark all around you, which was no surprise because Becca’s closet was small and uncomfortably packed with her clothes. From beyond the thin crappy door, you could make out the sound of the other high schoolers giggling, the graduation party going splendidly without you two. Connor had been nervously fidgeting with a coin in his pocket and avoiding your gaze since the door shut.

“Seven minutes in heaven is such a dumb game,” you said to lighten the mood. “I swear the hormones are getting to our friends.”

He swallowed a gulp, unable to tear his eyes from your face. Truth be told, ‘the hormones’ had been the bane of your best friend’s existence since puberty came for Connor. His chubby cheeks grew out into a rather conventionally handsome face with a set of charmingly sweet chocolate eyes. His lanky, clumsy body that barely kept up with you in the playground skyrocketed into a six foot lean machine that was the star of the soccer team. There was a long line of admirers who’d beg you to hand him their love notes, ask about his favorite things, anything to try and woo the most sought after Connor Anderson.

Puberty was a problem for Connor and it wasn’t because of the sudden attention that he received. No. It was a problem because he liked you and the changes that occurred in you only made him fall so much harder. It started out as a small and innocent crush. You both liked the same things, shared a sense of humor and in late night sleepovers, you’d swap secrets — stories that made you both cry and laugh. You vented to each other and it was cathartic to have those evenings together.

Connor was sure his infatuation with you would be short lived, that he’d mature out of it. If anything, he felt more lost the moment he saw you during freshman homecoming, all glammed up in a dress he vaguely recalled being dragged across downtown to help you find. He remembered it being glittery, the light of a cheap disco ball dancing across your skin while he held you for a slow dance. It was awkward at first, you made some silly jokes before you both fell into a comfortable silence with only the gentle tunes of a love song swirling around you, pushing you two closer on the dance floor.

His hand was on your back, his palm nervously sweaty on your bare skin. He was absolutely drowning in the worst assault of teenage hormones, unable to keep his eyes from wandering over your mostly modest neckline (you were a teenager after all) and imagining how the rest of you might look without the dress. It was like he had never touched you before, realizing then and there how soft and warm you felt in his arms. You gazed up at him, eyes twinkling and your lips parted in a grin like you still couldn’t get over the silliness of the dance. He had a strong urge to plant his lips on yours, to taste your joy.

Puberty changed you and it made you damn near angelic twirling around the dance floor. The only reason you weren’t swarmed with admirers throughout high school was because most of the guys didn’t want to compete with the captain of the soccer team. They saw the heart eyes on Connor’s face even when most of the girls fawning over him insisted that you two were just friends. He’d always laugh at those assumptions, scratch the back of his head while his lips curled in a lopsided smile.

“Yeah, we’re just friends.”

You didn’t seem to mind or even notice since you were too busy trying to spend your time studying to get into your dream college. There was no time to give a damn about fleeting teenage love when there was so much you wanted accomplish. Connor admired your passion and in the interest of preserving the best friendship he ever had, he endured the trials of crushing on someone too dense to realize how much he liked them.

His admirers labeled him as an angel or a school hero due to his kind, boyish features and can do attitude. He volunteered at the local soup kitchen and blushed deeply whenever he opened his locker door to another love letter fluttering out of it. People didn’t know him the way you knew him. He was a bit of a wild card when the sun had set and he was done with soccer practice and homework. One such example was the night before your last exam of your senior year.

“Pst!”

You heard the harsh whisper outside your open window and knew who the voice belonged to before you could put your pencil down. You both had phones but Connor knew you couldn’t ignore him when he was outside your room. He waved at you, half of his body was obscured by a massive rose bush. His soccer uniform was bright between the mess of leaves and petals, making it not the most ingenious hiding spot. He called out your name in a louder whisper, finally summoning you to your window.

“It’s almost ten! We have a test tomorrow Connor!” You hissed back.

“I insist.” He continued when your eyebrow rose in suspicion. “I promise we won’t be out long.”

You should have realized by now that this would be the millionth time you’ve fallen for that line and you’d likely have to sneak back into your room in the dead of night. There was an abandoned amusement park that you both discovered as children with nothing else to do, all the time in the world, and freshly pumped bike tires. The park wasn’t in the worst condition, mostly dusty and boarded up with faded paint on the signs. Although, you were eleven at the time and not qualified to make assessments on the structural integrity of anything.

Being the more sensible one of your dynamic duo, you were the one who didn’t want to check it out. Absolutely nothing could go well when mixing children with abandoned parks. All Connor did was hold out his hand from the broken fencing and give you an eleven year old’s approximation of a daredevil grin.

“Don’t be a chicken, don’t you want to check out the merry go round?”

You sighed and squeezed your bike through the gap in a fence before shooting him a rather pointed look.

“There better be one!”

It became a regular meet up spot to hide from adults and a part of him liked the risk of being somewhere that kids weren’t allowed to be in. He also had the perk of his dad being a police lieutenant, the power going slightly to his prepubescent head (of course Hank would not be on his side if he discovered Connor’s secret hideout).

You caved and went back with him that night of your senior year with the promise of a surprise awaiting you.

“What’s this big reveal that you’ve been going on about?” You asked while stroking the head of a unicorn on the merry go round. “It better be worth failing my exam for.”

He was making a lot of clanking sounds from behind you before a generator grumbled and then roared. Bulb by bulb, the fairy lights around you lit up and the merry go round fizzled back to life. Plastic figurines bobbed and spun around to the tune of a Beethoven song. Your feet rocked as you steadied yourself over the rotating platform, hearing him boldly hop onto it.

“How did you get it to work?” You asked.

Over the years of countless nights spent reclining on the seats of the motionless spinning cups, he had an earful of you wishing that a miracle would bring the park back to life. As soon as he discovered that he could…well, he absolutely had to see your face when the lights turned on. He perched himself on a nearby lion figurine with the widest grin you’ve seen on his face.

“I did some investigating and found this generator. All it needed was a fresh propane tank and…I thought…”

Your face was caught between wonder and awe, eyes sparkling with curiosity. His cheeks dimpled, his proud grin melting into something you couldn’t distinguish. The sight of you stole his train of thought and he had to clear his throat before he continued.

“I thought you’d like a chance to finally ride it.”

It was the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for you and still you thought nothing more of it. The conclusion you made explained his surprise as being an olive branch, a way to clear the air since he found out you were going to a college very far from his. An elephant lingered in the space between you two since you sprung the news on him at the last possible moment. Connor was quiet, dead quiet that day and he wasn’t there to bike home with you like he normally did. The elephant grew larger and larger until it’s theoretical butt barely squeezed itself into Becca’s tiny closet, the sounds of a graduation party still just outside the door.

“Connor? You okay?” You teased. “I’ve known you for years, so if you’ve suddenly become claustrophobic — you should tell me now.”

He blinked, realizing he had probably been staring at you for a while now. He huffed out a laugh in an attempt to keep the air light in the now stuffy closet. As it would turn out, Hank would eventually cave to his son and get Connor the dog he had been begging for. He was a Saint Bernard, also named Sumo, who was man’s best friend and also man’s savior for awkward silences.

“Oh! I’m fine. It’s…I was worried about Sumo,” he blurted.

Your face went from glaring at the door to back at him, your brows pinching in concern.

“You took him out for a pee before coming to the party right?”

He nodded, grateful for the change in subject. “He’s only a few years old but I still get flashbacks to his puppy days. I don’t think my dad has forgiven me for the vacuum incident.”

The incident involved his smart vacuum running back and forth over a pile of dog excrement and proceeding to color their humble white carpeting all shades of brown. Hank had laughed it off, practically cackling like a hyena and telling his son to clean up the mess while he figured out dinner. The home smelled like cleaning chemicals for days and you complained when you were hanging out on his carpet only to spring off of it, mortified upon learning the story. The movement startled the young pup, and only made him bark with a need to play.

“Connor! You could have warned me before I rolled around your carpet!”

He stifled a laugh while running soothing pets down Sumo’s back. “I assure you, it has been cleaned more times than I can count.” There was an evil chuckle before he added one more comment.

“Although, statistically speaking, there is a chance that some remnants-“

“No! Ew! Connor!” You shouted while diving for the nearest pillow to chuck in his face.

He caught it with insanely fast reflexes, a wicked smile crinkling his freckled cheeks. There was once upon a time when you were taller than him and could crush him at any pillow fight. It only took one summer for him to tower over you and he never let you live down his new title as pillow champion. All you could do was curse the new athletic prowess of the soccer team captain.

The memory allowed you two to share a short laugh in the closet, the sound petering off rather quickly. A silence hung between you both, his eyes panning down your face. He had been in the dark long enough for his vision to adjust and see your face from the light seeping through the door hinges. You stared back at him, frozen in place as he shifted on the balls of his feet, leaning in slightly. His head titled down towards you, lips parting as if he was caught between saying something or maybe… 

“O~okay! Time’s up cuties!” Becca shouted as the door swung open.

Connor was plagued with restless thoughts after that party. He had spent too many summer nights mulling over what ifs, like what if he had just kissed you, friendship be damned. He didn’t realize how little time you both had left together before summer breezed by and college orientations would begin. There was one lazy evening left between you two in what felt to Connor like the sun setting on a lifetime friendship. He was in your bedroom, with you lying in your bed and him lying on the floor next to you, and the god damn metaphorical elephant prancing between you.

“Are you still mad at me for waiting to tell you about my college choice?” You inquired.

“I’m not mad-“

“I swear Connor. If you say ‘disappointed,’ I’m going to-“

“I’m just disappointed,” he finished with his cheek lifting into a smirk.

You haven’t learned your lesson about the newly crowned pillow campion and still feebly tossed a pillow in his direction. His hand caught it and smoothly laid his head back on the fluffy surface.

“Thank you. I did ask you for a pillow an hour ago.”

That little devil-

You propped yourself up on your elbows to see him past the edges of your bed.

“Connor,” you said sternly.

He repeated your name, the smirk not leaving his face.

“I’m going to miss you so, so much,” you confessed.

His head turned to gaze up at your face looking down at him, his smirk falling slowly into a frown.

“I’m really going to miss you, too,” he replied with a dramatic sigh.

He saw the waterworks brimming at the corners of your eyes and panicked for a second. It wasn’t right for him to be pouty, no amount of distance could come between your friendship. His feelings however, he’d have to put that aside for today.

“You can take Sumo the bear to keep you company,” he joked.

Through the mess of sniffles and tear stained cheeks, you replied, “Oh yeah, that’s definitely going to make me the most popular chick in the dorms.”

He had regrets in life, as do many people and what he regretted was not confessing his feelings before the night was over.

-

A fluffy brown bear sat perched on the edge of a desk, his head craning to one side with the weight of his cuteness or his stuffing you supposed. He was the first of the things you unpacked from your car upon returning to your childhood home, the fuzzy beast earning a spot in the passenger seat for the long drive.

Much to Connor’s disappointment, you stayed in your college town for a few more years after getting your degree. But as time went on with all of its trials and tribulations, one day you felt homesick enough to return. Unfortunately, there was a mix up in dates and your parents were in Hawaii when you drove back into town with a fully packed car. A pamphlet featuring volcanoes on your desk caught your eye and you hoped your parents were enjoying their anniversary.

Honestly, you were looking forward to a little bit of downtime. You had college roommates throughout all four years, then regular roommates after and it was nice to just be in a clean, quiet, again — clean, home. You did have the best move in volunteer to greet you upon your arrival and he was eager to see you again.

Connor had grown since your time apart, the both of you trying out all the experiences your young adult lives had to offer. The friendship strained a little when you both started casually dating other people, neither of you really wanting to talk about your romantic lives with each other. He never had much of an opinion about the guys you saw, offering uncharacteristically short replies whenever you brought up your love life. You were certain he was going to stick with a gal he met at some party, her name and face popping up more and more on his social media feed.

Before you decided to move back, he invited you to his new apartment when you did your annual visit to see your family for the holidays. It was just the two of you over a bubbling pot of sugary, buttery goodness, your cheeks warm and flushed from the spiced rum. There was a streak of it left on the corner of your lips, his thumb rubbing over your skin. Your heart stopped when he licked his thumb and shot you a look you’ve never seen on him. He invited you over because he wanted to tell you he had been single for a while and to finally confess that he’d been in love with you for decades. The moment was short lived as his roommate, Daniel, bursted through the kitchen doors saying something about a new cat video he found.

Connor tried to make his feelings known. At least, he really thought he did, but every time it felt like the moment to finally do it, he froze. If you liked him, wouldn’t you two have been an item eons ago? He couldn’t risk what was now verging upon two decades of friendship just to finally squash what he’d always wanted to know: if you liked him back.

A box dropped at your doorway with a light thump, a set of hands clapping off the dust.

“I think that is the last of the stuff from your car,” Connor said.

He strolled over to where you were currently futzing with balancing your bear so that he wasn’t slumping over. His chest shook from a chuckle and it occurred to you then how close he was when his arm brushed against yours to pet the stuffed bear.

“I thought I saw him in your car. You really did bring him with you.”

You stammered like an idiot, a blush heating your cheeks. Across the years of photo swapping and video calls, you’ve managed to keep that bear out of frame. Connor even visited you a few times and out of embarrassment, you stuffed that bear behind your clothes in a closet.

“I…uhm…having him around was like having you around,” you explained.

Oh god, that sounded much better in your head.

“Really?” He said, rather amused.

The bear and the fact that you brought it to keep you company and hid it’s presence from him like you couldn’t risk him knowing how much you missed him, were all good signs. If anything, it reminded him that he should be more like the daredevil that he was. He stepped away from you with a playful grin.

“Do you want to check out our old spot tomorrow? They’ve renovated a lot of the attractions and reopened,” he suggested.

You nodded, it would be nice to go take a trip down memory lane.

[zhoras-bitch]

Thanks for the tag @aria-ashryver!

Last song: 'Rule #27 - Drunk on Pride' by Fish in a Birdcage

Favorite color: Yellow!

Currently watching: The news lol. I currently mostly read or listen to podcasts for fun.

Spicy/Savory/Sweet: Savory and Spicy! I’m not a big sweet tooth, but I love cooking.

Relationship status: Single. I’m in no state to be dating anyone right now, let’s be real.

Current obsession: A long abandoned Twilight fanfic about a cycle or reincarnations, which is actually a time loop. FL starts out as a kindhearted surgeon who begins studying vampirism in an attempt to help humanity, but gradually becomes more ruthless and unhinged, until plot twist - through time magic shenanigans, she actually is (was? will be?) the creator of the first vampire. Who is also the ML. And it's so insane because in this reincarnation, ML is an ancient cruel vampire lord who leads FL down the dark path, except it’s she who made him the ancient cruel vampire, except it’s actually an endless cycle with no beginning or end. They both turn (turned? will turn?) each other into monsters, but they are also deeply in love and very adorable in a murderously unhinged way. I've been thinking about it for 3 days.

Tagging: @mila-bee @sazanes @zoeywades-spouse @trystanxthorne @becca-davenqueer @princepotatosack

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Last song: “One Bad Day” by Spacey Jane

Favourite colour: Ocean blue

Currently watching: Critical Role, Drag Race

Spicy/Savoury/Sweet: Savoury and sweet. I really like spice but my spice tolerance is just not high enough to be adventurous lol

Relationship status: Desperate.

Current obsession: Miss Fame, who is continually eating these bitches up and leaving them wishing they could hold a candle.

Tagging: @griffinsboyfriend @leotheeworld @yourqueenb @bryceslahela

[kaunis-sielu]

Second Day of Christmas: Steve and Fawn

You knew that Steve had to work the week before Christmas but you didn’t expect things to be quite so busy. It’s like every few hours you feel his adrenaline spike and off he goes to another fire. You’re thankful for the distractions that your friends provide. Blossom had offered to teach you how to make a bouquet centerpiece for Christmas dinner. She was coming tomorrow while Steve was gone. He tried not to stay overnight at the firehouse if he didn’t have to. You and Punkie met up and did some baking, the house had smelled like cookies for what felt like three days. Wanda had come to bring the twins over for a hot chocolate date yesterday. She’s such a good mom to her wild boys, even at six months they’re already on the move. Becca was going to come over to do some crafting later today and then Steve will be home.

You and Becca end up making ornaments, pouring polycrylic into the plastic ornaments and adding glitter then letting them dry. It’s not as messy as you were expecting and you always like spending time with Becca.

She leaves, to go pick up her second day of Christmas gift for Pietro, and you dig out the bag of Dove chocolates you’d hidden from Steve. The man has a sweet tooth and the knack for hunting down any chocolate you’ve got in the house.

You hear the door open an hour later and you hurry out of your office and down the stairs. Steve looks tired but he has a little smile on his face and a gift bag in his hand as he pets Cooper.

“Hi Sweetheart,” Steve says, he doesn’t even look up.

“Welcome home.” You tell him moving into his embrace.

“Happy second day of Christmas.” He murmurs kissing you softly. “Sorry I wasn’t here for day one.”

“It’s okay, the pear blossoms are beautiful and smell amazing.” You’re not sure how he and Blossom pulled that one off but you’d been delighted by the little white flowers. “What do you want to do first?”

“Presents.” You laugh and pull him into the kitchen behind you.

“Mine isn’t very exciting.” You tell him sliding him the little bag with the bag of Dove chocolates in it. He opens it and groans,

“Yes. Thank you.” Then rips a the bag open and unwraps a chocolate. “Your turn Sweetheart.” You take the bag from him and start pulling things out. There’s Dove body wash, Dove lotion, a Dove bath bubbles and Dove hair masks. “I know how much you love a bath and thought this would be nice.”

“Steve. This is perfect. Let’s get some food in you so we can take a bath. I’ve missed you Alpha.”

“I’ve missed you too Omega.” He says kissing you again, “and I love this plan.”

[kimmiemoon78]

Hey everybody! I'm back and I have made another MC! X3 :D

This MC I made is for @restartheartvn !

Without further ado let's meet...

Rebecca Grace Dust!

She is 22-years-old and prefers to be called Becca.

She loves to be outside, mostly for gardening especially flowers, and has quite the sweet tooth (Working at the chocolate shop makes it difficult not to take a couple of samples lol x3)

Becca is adopted and has often wondered about her birth mother due to having a heart-shaped locket that has a picture of her birth mother. She looks at it for comfort when things get overwhelming and seeing that warm smile gives her a sense of peace.

(Her cousin is actually Emmy, another MC I made for Camp Willow Peak.

They both have freckles, love being outside, and are not afraid to stand up for themselves. But Emmy is more reckless than Becca is)

Becca loves her poodle puppy she named Winnie who she spoils rotten and loves to dress Winnie up in cute bows.

Becca is still trying to process everything that has happened, especially about Kenneth and Sarah. She despises Kenneth and wants nothing to do with him no matter how hard he tries.

But maybe hanging out with her friends, old and new, can help Becca see what she's needs to do for herself and heal during these hard times?

Here's what Becca looks like and I hope you guys like her x3 :D

[utterlyinevitable]

I wish you would write a fic where Ethan accidentally gets high with Naveen and MC catches them.

Ask for something weird and you shall receive! This is more hc than fic, hope you don’t mind xxx

@openheartheadcanons: crack, ethan x f!mc, naveen

Grass at the River

Ethan had gotten to Naveen’s cabin early in the morning, as if it was a work day. The retired diagnostician had just gotten back from a 2 month long trip in Oceania. A trip Ethan begged him not to take - especially so soon (8 months, in truth) after recovering from an accident. 

Naveen told Ethan not to worry. He’s fine and managing. But Ethan had none of that. Back then he took a week off to take care of his friend. Now he’ll be there to assess his second father-figure and rush him back to Edenbrook if needed. 

Well, Naveen is back and wouldn’t dare argue. He loves having his family around. 

As Naveen was unpacking in his room, Ethan was tidying up the kitchen and living space that’s sat idle all these weeks. Unused, and yet there were fresh baked goods wrapped up and sitting on the counter. 

Ethan shakes his head at the old man’s sweet tooth and polishes one off. 

Oh, Darling Ethan went back for seconds, really eating something he shouldn’t have. 

“When did you have time to bake?” Ethan asks, interrupting Naveen in his motions. 

Naveen looks up from the drawer he was rifling through, “What’s that?”  

Ethan shows him a half-eaten cookie. 

“Oh, my boy...” 

Naveen stops what he’s doing and ushers Ethan into the living room. 

“How many have you eaten?” he asks, his dark eyes gleaming and thick brows pulling together. Naveen looked both amused and concerned.  

“Two,” Ethan replies, befuddled beyond belief as he’s led to the couch. “Why are you looking at me like that?” 

Naveen motions for him to sit. In any other circumstance Ethan would argue, be defensive and defiant. Not at this moment, the softness in the old man’s face has him doing as he’s told. 

“Those aren’t just any cookies,” Naveen informs.  

A world of emotions pass over Ethan’s features as the words settle in. Surely they’re cookies - they’re edible - he hasn’t choked or had any sort of reaction at the moment. Ethan’s mind travels to fancy soap.. but why on earth would there be soap wrapped in plastic in the kitchen? 

Naveen can’t help but bite back the smile threatening to creep up as he observes his friend’s face contorting. 

Then Ethan goes pale. 

Ah. 

“Why do you have these?” he holds the cookie up still in his hand, azure stare boring into Naveen. 

“Pain management,” he says. “Don’t look at me like that. It’s legal now. And frankly, my friend, you could really loosen up. It’s natural.” 

“It’s drugs.” 

“It’s herbal and it works.” 

Naveen leaves for a moment then returns with a large glass of water and a book to read. Ethan sits straight as a board and awaits whatever to happen. Impatiently waits for it all to be over. 

Time ticks by and Ethan can hear every second passing on that old coocoo clock. 

An hour later, Naveen meets Becca at the door. She took a half day at work to meet two of her favorite minds for a late lunch. 

Standing on the porch, his face says it all. 

“What happened?” she asks. 

Naveen’s smile grows and he whispers, “Someone got his hand stuck in the cookie door.” 

“No!” she shrieks.

Naveen nods. 

Becca can’t help but chuckle to herself. It was only a matter of time before Ethan found out about this little secret. Truthfully, no one expected him to find out first hand. 

She goes to Ethan - brushes hair off his forehead. He’s leaning against the cushion now, back still the picture of terse posture. His eyes are closed and she sees he’s hating every minute of this. 

“Aw, baby,” she coos. “You okay?” 

His eyes open slightly, somewhere between hooded and stink-eye. “Moderately.” 

She’s smiling broadly now. “Can’t believe you got high without me,” she chides playfully.  

Later he’ll grill her about what she means and how she knows about this little remedy. But for now her touch is soothing. So he’ll pull her onto the couch, lean in so his head’s on her shoulder, and listen to them chatter until he feels right enough to move. 

Then he’ll seriously consider throttling them both.  

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[wienerbarnes]

Are You Growing?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Cheek to Cheek) Word Count: 1,886 Warnings: mentions to alzheimers A/N: idk about yall but im loving posting about the earlier times w bucky n reader

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You sit on Bucky’s couch, Alpine curled up in your lap, purring softly with closed eyes as you lightly scratch behind her ears.

Bucky’s sitting on the floor in front of you, in the place of where his coffee table used to be, which is now pushed into the corner for the time being. He rereads the instructions to put together his new bookshelf for the eleventh time now, still not understanding where exactly to put each screw.

You were no help to him, your first suggestion was to toss out the instructions and build to his heart’s desires; whatever felt right.

The last thing he needs, though, is for his bookshelf to collapse in the middle night and scare the shit out of him, so he tries his luck with the instructions.

He’s grateful for the ring of his cellphone, perhaps a break for a phone call will somehow make the instructions easier to read.

His stomach drops when he sees the caller ID as Rebecca’s retirement place. He pushes down his nausea and answers the phone.

“Hello? Is Rebecca okay?” He answers, quickly standing and moving to another room, not missing when your eyes look up at the sound of his sister’s name.

Is Rebecca okay? Did she hurt herself? Did she hurt one of the nurses? Is she dead?

“Hi, Bucky. Yes, Rebecca’s okay,” The receptionist Bucky’s gotten to know well responds, causing him to let out a sigh of relief, “She’s asking for you, is all. She’s… not eating. She didn’t touch her breakfast or lunch, she just keeps asking when you’re coming. I know you don’t normally come until tomorrow, but I promised her I’d call you.” She finishes explaining.

“Uhm… okay, okay. Tell her I got hung up at work and that I’ll be over as soon as I can.” He tells her, sparing a glance into the other room to see you peeking at the instructions on the ground.

“You’re amazing Bucky, thank you.” She responds, and all he does is hum through his anxiety before hanging up, returning to the living room where you sit.

You look up at him as if to ask if he is okay and he only stares back for a few seconds, thinking, before deciding, “Put your shoes on, we gotta go somewhere.” He tells you, voice still a little shaky from the scare of that phone call.

You don’t question it, recognizing that it’s probably not the time, and move to go grab your shoes by the door. Bucky silently pushes out air through his mouth, an attempt to calm himself down and get the nausea to go away. Rebecca’s okay, he reminds himself, she’s having a bad day, but she’s okay.

You’re worried at how quiet Bucky is and with how fast he speeds on his bike down a route you don’t really recognize. Finally, though, you see the sign in the distance, St. Francis Alzheimer’s Hospital, and you understand.

He parks the bike out front and turns it off, not yet moving, and you take off his helmet you’re wearing to get a better look at him. You say his name when you notice tears have gathered in his eyes; you’ve never seen him cry before.

“Sorry,” He wipes his eyes, “This shit is just so… exhausting. Everytime the phone rings, everytime I come here, I don’t know what I’m going to get, if she is okay.” He vents before letting out a long sigh.

You don’t know how to respond, choosing to rub his back as he composes himself. Bucky’s always been a tough rock; always knowing what to say, what to do, always knowing how to take care of everyone and how to solve everyone’s problems. You’ve never seen him so tired, so nervous before, and you see the toll doing this has taken on him.

Before you can say anything, he stands, “Let’s go.” He holds out a hand to help you off the bike and rests the helmet on the seat, knowing no one’s going to take it.

You follow quietly behind him as he enters and greets the receptionist, walking past the desk and down the hall. You feel out of place, not only here, in the retirement place Bucky’s sister lives at, but in public. You’ve barely left the apartment while you’ve been in hiding; you think this is the most amount of people you’ve been around in months.

Bucky approaches a door and knocks quietly before entering, “Hey, troublemaker,” He calls out, voice no longer strained or shaky as it’s been for the half hour, as though he flipped a switch to make himself normal again.

“Bucky!” You hear an excitement-filled elderly voice call out.

You enter to see her sitting on the bed, arms reaching out for Bucky to embrace him in a hug.

“Sorry, I’m late, I got caught up at the gym.” He tells her, hugging her back.

“Oh, I didn’t know you were at work, I just wanted to talk to you about the carnival, it’s coming this weekend.” You notice Bucky’s jaw clench for a second before loosening.

“It is, isn’t it. I’ll get Steve and we’ll all go together, I know how much you love the rides there.”

You linger by the door still, observing the interaction. How Bucky plays along so perfectly and so composed. You tense when you notice that Rebecca’s eyes have found you.

Bucky follows her gaze and snaps his head to you, “Becca, this is a friend of mine.”

You walk over and hold your hand out, giving your name, and she reaches out and accepts it, giving you a gentle smile, “A friend, huh?”

“Bec -”

“I’ve heard a lot about you, it’s really great to finally meet you.” You tell her.

“Well, it’s lovely to meet you, too, I haven’t met one of Bucky’s friends in a while,”

“Rebecca -”

“Who was that floozy you brought home once, the one that Mama hated?” She teases Bucky, who now stands with arms crossed looking at you take a seat in the chair next to Rebecca’s bed.

“That was Madeline.”

“Madeline! My goodness, she didn’t last very long at all -”

“How about we talk about something other than my love life? Are you hungry, Bec?”

“A little bit.” She responds, and Bucky feels relief flood through his body. He nods and leaves the room to go fetch her lunch from one of the nurses.

“I love these flowers on your shirt.” Rebecca compliments, snapping your eyes away from the door Bucky exited out of and back to hers. They’re the same blue as Bucky’s.

You glance down at your shirt, one you thrifted with lilac’s all over them.

“Thank you, they’re, uh, lilacs. They symbolize growth. Like, change from ignorance to knowledge, innocence to wisdom, and all that.” You tell her.

She hums, “And are you?”

“Am I what?”

“Growing?”

You pause to think about it. Have you grown? Changed?

“Yes. I think so.” You respond.

“Well, then I’m happy for you.” She says sincerely.

You feel a knot swell in your throat at the validation, being greatly reminded of Bucky in that moment, and it’s then that he returns with a tray of food, a bowl of fruit, and a glass of juice.

Bucky places the tray on the small table that can swing over her bed, cutting the food on the plate for her small pieces, before moving to the fruit and juice, taking both lids off for her.

You watch as he takes gentle care in moving the tray closer to her, piling small pieces of food onto a spoon before feeding it to her.

She clears about half the plate before saying she’s full, which is more than enough for Bucky to be satisfied; it’s better than this morning.

Whatever problem there seemed to be this morning that caused Bucky to come over here in a rush is gone. To you, it was like his presence was the only thing she needed to feel better; it’s like there wasn’t anything wrong in the first place.

Soon enough, the two of you leave, with a promise from Bucky that he’ll see her tomorrow on Thursday and they’ll go to the carnival this weekend.

You don’t mention anything else about the visit to Bucky the entire way home, and choose to help him on the floor of his living room for the rest of the evening instead.

Thursday and Friday pass, and Bucky goes to Steve’s on Saturday.

“Remember that girl I told you about? The one I’ve sort of become friends with? That I’ve been looking out for?” Bucky stirs sugar into his coffee, his sweet tooth showing up more frequently since he’s been hanging out with you.

“I remember.” Steve says, sitting down next to him at his table with his own cup of coffee. Steve’s is decaf, though.

“I, uh… I took her to meet Rebecca.” Bucky doesn’t meet his eyes, waiting to see what his reaction will be.

“Oh?” Steve responds, setting his mug down and resting his aged hands on the table, paying all attention to Bucky now.

“There was a situation on Wednesday, Becca wasn’t eating and she was at my apartment -”

“At your apartment?”

“So, I just took her with me -”

“You haven’t even taken Sam to meet Rebecca.” Steve tells him, making Bucky stop.

He pauses for a moment before continuing, “When I saw Bec on Thursday, she remembered her.”

Steve’s head tilts, processing his words.

Bucky continues, “I went to go see Bec on Thursday, and she asked me about her, apparently they talked about some flowers and she wanted me to bring her some so she can see them in person. Asked when I was going to bring her to see her again.” He finishes explaining.

“Wow.” Is all Steve says.

“Rebecca… doesn’t remember anything. I mean she remembers me and you, but she barely remembers anything she and I talk about when I visit, barely remembers her kids. But she remembered talking about lilacs with this girl she’d never met before!” Bucky says, still in disbelief.

“...Must be something special about her.”

“Oh, don’t you start now, too.”

“Just saying. Maybe you should bring her here sometime.”

“Nah, I didn’t even plan to take her to see Becca. That was a risk all by itself, taking her out in public like that.” Bucky glances up to see Steve smirking at him with that stupid wrinkled mouth of his.

“Stop looking at me like that, would you, punk?!”

Steve chuckles, “She sounds like a sweet girl.”

“She’s my friend, Steve.”

“I didn’t say she wasn’t.”

“But you’re implying -”

“Implying what? What are you thinking?”

Bucky huffs and rolls his eyes, Steve twisting his words around, and he realizes he won’t escape this conversation without teasing.

“Whatever. She’s just a friend. If that. We just hang out sometimes, I help her do things that I had trouble with when I got out of HYDRA. I’m just around to help her.”

“Sure, pal. That’s nice of you.”

Bucky sighs, standing to go refill his coffee, and Steve smiles to himself, glad that Bucky’s met someone like you, and glad to see where it’ll inevitably lead, even if the two of you don’t see it yet.