Okay ik we’re making headway with dad!scott and reader’s relationship NOW, but after Lacey was born and they were strictly friends, did he ever get jealous if the reader went on the rare date with someone? Like would he be the type to internet stalk a person that the reader is maybe talking to?
100 percent YES. And for a long time part of it was Scott just not understanding why reader thought it was easier to have a kid with him and just co-parent but refused to even try going on a date with him. He tells himself he's getting to the bottom of this perplexing case but he's just a little jealous, bless him. Also tells himself he can't be jealous since he is actively seeing other people so what does it matter anyways (not that logic has ever stopped the heart from wanting what it wants)
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Hi! Can I request #13 "I'm Bucky Barnes and uh, I'll fight you any day" BUT with a twist. A Bucky centered-fic, but someone other than Bucky says the prompt. HEHE love you!
"I'm Bucky Barnes and uh, I'll fight you any day" x Bucky Barnes.
Love you @sunday-bug! Hope you love this!
“I love you, but you’re just not good at impressions—it’s a fact!” Sam spoke over Bucky, who sat beside him at the bar.
“I am good at impressions! You’re just a hater” you giggle and Bucky who sat beside you smiled, he wasn’t exactly sure what that meant but he could put the pieces together.
“Bucky please tell your girl she’s not good at impressions!” Sam nudged him with his elbow to get him involved in the conversation.
“Oh no! I’m sitting this one out” he smiled, subtly nudging your knee with his as he twisted in his seat.
“So what I’m hearing is you agree with me but you’re too nice to say it?” Sam wiggled his eyebrow, albeit intentionally starting something.
Bucky choked on his shirley temple as you scowled at him.
“That’s what you get! Mind you, I do a perfect Bucky Barnes impression” you shrugged earning a rosy blush from the super soldier. “I’ve had a lot of practice over the years!”
“I’d love to see that actually!” Sam chugged the beer in front of him as you hopped off your bar stool and faced their backs, making them turn to face you properly.
You put on your best scowl, really channeling your inner Bucky Barnes.
“Oh, she’s going method with this” Sam teased and Bucky laughed and shook his head, eyes still locked on you.
You cleared your throat, making your voice as deep as you possibly could. “I'm Bucky Barnes and uh, I'll fight you any day" you held up finger guns and that’s when both Sam and Bucky lost it.
“Finger guns? Really sweetheart?” He snorted, his cheeks going even rosier with slight embarrassment.
“I didn’t have a knife on me!” you defended yourself shyly as he pulled you into him, kissing the top of your head.
“I’m flattered! I give that a ten out of ten” he chuckled and Sam rolled his eyes at the two of you. “And also you should always have a knife on you, we’ve been over this.”
“Bucky! I’m not carrying around the machete you got me! It doesn’t even fit in my purse!”
“I’ll get you a bigger purse then.” He says with a shrug.
I’m gonna send you a few requests. No pressure to write any of them/all of them!
Could you write something filthy/public sex with Dr. Kemp please thanksssss
The weirder the better 😩
Alexa play Cannibal by Kesha.
Warnings: Obviously suggested cannibalism since it’s Steve Kemp. Blood is slightly mentioned.
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Steve Kemp had just started working with you at your cosmetic surgery office.
He was nice, not abnormally so, but nice enough to peek your curiosity. He spoke to everyone else quite often, but you, he kept a safe distance from, and you started to notice and wonder why.
He was naturally charismatic, and you’d be lying if you said he wasn’t genetically blessed. He had bright blue eyes, a killer smile, and a thick head of hair, which for a guy in his mid-thirties was like finding a unicorn. Something about him had always seemed off to you, but you couldn’t quite place it and he was too hot for you to care.
“Dr. Kemp” your voice came out in a squeak. You stood in the doorway of his operating room.
“Yeah?” The corner of his mouth twitched, he was happy that you were speaking to him, as you rarely did.
“Some of the girls and I are going to lunch and wanted to know if you’d like to join? I know you don’t eat meat so we were going to go to the new vegan restaurant up the road” You tried not to sound overly excited but the way his eyes flickered to you made your heart stop.
“That’s really kind of you” his eyes sparkled against the fluorescent light fixtures above him. You braced yourself for rejection but to your surprise, he agreed to join you and the three other girls in the office.
“I’ll meet you there? I just have to finish cleaning up the room” he smiled and you nodded before leaving him to his own devices.
When Steve showed up at the restaurant he quickly realized you were sitting at a table alone, a confused grin spread across his face as he slid into the booth across from you.
“Where are the other girls?”
“Dr. Kemp, I don’t mean to be brash but why don’t you like me?”
Steve bit back a laugh, nervously chewing on the inside of his cheek. “I like you! Why wouldn’t I like you?”
“You don’t ever talk to me the way you talk to the other girls and I know it’s silly because we’re coworkers but I can’t help but wonder if I said something that offended you? I just wanted to know if it’s something I did and I apologize if I ever made you feel-“
Steve sat back in the booth, arms crossed as you rambled on and on. “I keep my distance because I like you a little too much.”
You blinked, surprised at his statement.
“I like you so much that all I can think about at work is taking you into a spare operating room and-“
A waitress interrupts him, taking your drink order before scurrying away.
“There’s not an operating room here but there’s a family bathroom” You wiggled your eyebrows half teasingly and half-seriously. Before you could follow that up Steve was already up out of his seat and walking toward the back of the restaurant.
He stopped turning to you, “Are you coming? We only have an hour for lunch and I take my time when I eat it.” He hadn’t cared who heard and neither did you.
He didn’t have to specify, you were up and out of your seat following him to the back. The two of you snuck into the bathroom, chaotically throwing your scrubs off and to the side. Steve wasted no time hoisting you up against the wall, your legs dangling on his shoulders as his tongue went in and out of you, curled to taste every last drop.
It wasn’t until you felt a pinch that you jumped slightly and Steve internally cursed himself for not being more careful.
“I’m so sorry! I have sharp canines” he pulled back, a drop of your blood on his lip as his pupils were blown wide. The smell of your metallic blood made his nostrils flutter subtly a low unnoticeable moan escaping him.
“We can stop” he was aggressively panting, his heartbeat quickened.
You assumed the look on his face was out of concern.
“I’m fine, Steve! Don’t worry about it. I’m on the pill and I’m clean if you want to-“
“I think we should go back to my place, where I can better take care of you” his tone was different now, more serious and controlled.
You’d been dying to know what his place looked like, and happily obliged.
Hi Tee!! I’ve been daydreaming about dad!Scott and reader since yesterday when I read all your dad!Scott stuff… seriously one of my fave series I’ve read 🥹
I was listening to Dinner with Friends by Kacey Musgraves on my commute (see: daydreaming about this couple) and wondered if the reader is going to have an “oh, shit I love love this man” moment as more than the father of her children.
In the song, Kacey is listing things she loves/is thankful for like dinner with friends, fireflies in June, seeing a sunrise, and then she starts going on about the shape of his eyes, my shoes by his door, the smell of his clothes, etc etc.
If the reader ever has this moment, do you foresee writing it as her internal monologue or something she’s going to blurt out to Scott?
Thanks if you answer this and thanks if you don’t - I just adore this little bubble you’ve created for us to live in with them! 💗
Hiiiiii thank you so much for your support and I’m actually so endeared by you describing it as a bubble I’ve created because that’s often how it feels when I’m writing for dad!scott!! Also Kacey Musgraves… my queen 🙂↕️
Honestly I’ve got both Scott and reader’s confessions planned out and for reader her aha! Moment is definitely more of an internal monologue (a rocky one at that) but in true reader fashion she sits on it until it becomes something she does blurt out!! But yes she does have this moment and it comes with a lot of additional stress (because obviously she realises the exact insanity of her avoidance) but I can’t wait to write that and put it out into the world heheh thank you so much for your question and thank you for reading and all your lovely reblogs!!! I really appreciate you!
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Let’s get matching tattoos with our man. Something fluffy. On my buttcheek.
You know I love me some Max. 🥰
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Max told you about his ex Madeline and you knew he was hesitant to trust anyone after that. Your relationship was very hot and cold, mainly on his part but you were one hundred percent sure you wanted to be with him.
Max knocked on your apartment door, breakfast bagels in hand when you greeted him with a big smile.
“Oh no, what’s that about?” He mumbled, shutting the door behind him before throwing his car keys onto the counter.
“I scheduled something for us in a few hours” you bounced around the kitchen to get the two of you plates.
“Like what? A couples massage? You know I don’t like to be touched by anyone who isn’t you.” He sighed growing frustrated at the secrecy.
“A tattoo Max.” You blinked at him as you plated his bagel and slid him a cup for his coffee.
“A tattoo? You don’t have any tattoos” Max knew you had a fear of needles and wondered what would possess you to do this.
“No, but you do and I thought it would be cute if we got a matching one maybe?” You took a bite out of your bagel as you watched him pour his coffee.
“What’s your ulterior motive here sweetheart?” He licked a drop of coffee off his lip as he waited for a response.
“Just want you to know my love is permanent” You stepped toward him, earning a smile from Max who was truthfully more broken than he’d ever admit.
“Fine, get my lips, I want you to get my lips on your ass cheek” he chuckled but by the glint in his eye, you knew he wasn’t joking.
“Okay, then same” You shrugged before he wrapped his arms around your torso.
He would absolutely think they were ugly and not understand the hype but if you liked them he’d make it his mission to find you the rare limited edition ones and would spend hours on eBay tracking down real ones to surprise you with.
The concept of Bucky watching this show with you makes me laugh out loud, he would definitely act like he wasn’t interested at first but eventually he’d do that whole “let me stand in front of the TV and slowly sit on the couch” thing that most men do.
100% Team Conrad. He would definitely relate to a Conrad’s emotional detachment style and would be happy when Conrad finally goes to therapy.
