#Burned Pancakes

[holylulusworld]

Burned Pancakes

Title: Burned Pancakes

Summary: Bucky needs comfort.

Pairing: Tfatws!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Square 20 filled for @warmandfluffybingocards​: Kiss on the forehead  

Warnings: fluff, caring reader, nightmares, comforting, established relationship, Bucky gets the comfort he needs and deserves

Words: 1,7

Sequel to Burned Cookies

“OH NO!” you run into the kitchen to take the pan off the oven. “I burned the pancakes.” You sigh deeply. It was meant to be a surprise for your boyfriend and now, you burned the breakfast you prepared.

“Doll! What’s wrong? Where is…” Bucky watches you sigh deeply. “What happened, Y/N? Do I have to punch the oven for you?”

“I ruined the pancakes,” you pout and sniffle. “You are finally back from your mission, and I wanted to do something nice for you.”

He grins. “You did something very nice last night and in the showers.”

You giggle and give Bucky a wink. 

“I wanted to prepare breakfast…because of your appointment…I mean…uh…it will be an exhausting day for you,” you stammer. “I’m sorry Buck.”

Bucky steps toward you to cup your face with both hands. Careful and gentle. He leans forward to press a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Baby doll,” he mumbles. “You don’t have to be sorry. I liked burned pancakes.”

“Hey, don’t try to be funny, Sir,” you laugh as he peppers more kisses on your cheek and neck. “Buck! No—Bucky!”

“Best breakfast ever,” he presses his lips to yours, claiming your soft pillows in a gentle kiss. “I got to go, doll. But I promise to be back for dinner.”

“Hmm…what do you think, Alpine,” you cock your head to the side to glance at the cat Bucky brought home a few months ago. 

He found the poor cat in the middle of the street, meowing loudly. Bucky stopped a car with his metal hand to save Alpine. 

The owner of the car wasn’t happy, but you somehow talked him into not calling the cops. Of course, you offered to pay for the damage Bucky caused. 

“Do you think he’ll like it?” you fix the mattress on the ground again. “I prefer having Bucky by my side at night too, but I know he needs space sometimes.”

Alpine looks up at you, meowing as he moves toward the mattress to press his paws into the cushions. “What do you think? Too soft?”

Bucky still has nightmares. He wakes at night, screaming and sweating. Sometimes he even cries.

That’s why he sneaks out at night to sleep on the floor at your small office.

You bought him a mattress to make sure he doesn’t sleep on the floor any longer. 

“I think it’s nice,” you conclude as Alpine curls up on the mattress to get some sleep. “Alpine, no! That’s daddy’s place.”

Alpine ignores you. The cat snuggles into the mattress and closes his eyes. “You are not helpful at all. Fine, I’m going to check on dinner.”

“Doll, I’m home,” you hurriedly walk toward the door to take his jacket out of Bucky’s hands. “Hey, whoa…I can do this, Y/N.”

“No…no,” shaking your head you stop Bucky before he can tell you to stop taking care of him. “Tonight, you’ll relax. You worked so hard and saved so many people. Again.”

“Sam told you.”

“Sam told me.”

“I swear I didn’t risk my life,” Bucky hastily explains. “I didn’t tell you about work, so you won’t worry about me. I don’t want you to worry about me all the time.”

“I worry about you because I care for you,” you brush his concerns off. “I love you and won’t stop worrying. Even if you had a normal job, I’d be worried.”

“Hmm…” Bucky fights the smile wanting to creep onto his face. “Why don’t you relax and I order food for us, doll.”

“No,” you grab his hand and guide Bucky toward the living room. “I prepared dinner for us. Your favorite food and I got you the beer you like so much. And tried your mom’s recipe for dessert. I don’t know if I did well, though.”

“Y-you did all this for me,” he looks at the table. You lit candles, there is a plate with his favorite food, and a beer next to his plate. “Doll…that’s so…”

“It’s nothing special, really,” you smile softly. “I hope you are hungry.”

“It smells so good.”

Bucky’s stomach rumbles. He didn’t get homemade food for centuries and now, he’s close to tears as you placed a bowl with plumps next to his plate.

Bucky once told you it was the first thing he bought when he finally managed to escape Hydra’s grip. Plumps. The simple fruit means so much more to Bucky. 

“Sit, and have a taste,” you point at the sofa. “I hope you like it.”

“I love it,” he chokes out while sitting down. Bucky grabs a fork and eagerly buries it into the food. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you sit next to Bucky and run your hand over his back. He starts shoving the food into his mouth, moaning as you just watch him, a content smile on your face. “I got more if you are very hungry.”

“That’s great,” he eats a little slower. “Thank you…”

“You don’t need to thank me, Buck,” he smiles softly. “We are a pair. I love doing nice things for you. You know.”

“Hmm…” he nods thoughtfully. Bucky can’t remember the last time someone was kind to him. His captors saw him as a blunt tool and to everyone else, he’s a monster haunting their dreams. “It’s still nice. So, thank you, doll.”

“Anytime, Buck,” you lean your head against his shoulder and just watch him eat. You want to cry as he’s so thankful for something you did just because. “Now, eat up. Dessert is waiting for you…”

“No,” Bucky jolts up on the bed. He clutches the blanket to his naked chest. Another nightmare woke him from his sleep. 

“Buck?” you turn around to watch him sneak out of the bedroom. Bucky doesn’t want to bug you with his nightmares or disturb your sleep.

He tiptoes toward your office and sneaks inside, only to find a mattress on the floor. There are three fluffy pillows and a blanket to make sure he’ll sleep comfortably.

“Did mommy do this?” he looks at Alpine lying on one of the pillows. “I see you already got comfortable, punk.”

He smirks and sits down on the mattress, crossing his legs. Bucky is still shaken from the dream and just stares into the darkness when you enter the office.

“Nightmare again?” you softly ask. He nods and looks away. Ashamed that he’s a burden to you too. “Let me try something.”

You close the door and walk around the mattress to sit behind Bucky. He holds his breath as you gently run your fingertips over his back, shoulders, and arms. You touch him with featherlight touches, waking goosebumps on your way.

“You’re safe with me. You’re a good man,” you whisper while sliding your fingertips up his neck. “Relax and let me help you.”

“I—” he whines as you run your fingers through his hair. You gently massage his scalp and whisper soft words to help Bucky relax. “Feels so good.”

Bucky closes his eyes. He fights the tears welling up in his eyes, and his throat constricts. You don’t say a thing when he wipes tears off his cheek. 

“You’re safe with me, always. You’re a good man,” you repeat your words like a mantra, hoping that one day, Bucky believes them too…

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#warmandfluffybingo #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #Burned Pancakes #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x you #fluff #bucky barnes x y/n

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Comics Review: ‘Batgirls’ #1

Batgirls Vol. 1 by Becky Cloonan My rating: 3 of 5 stars Gotham is on fire. Again. (Still?) And fortunately or unfortunately, by this juncture, fewer and fewer people truly care whether anyone is around to douse the flames. Which could be a good thing for Team Batgirl, whose combined ranks of Gordon, Cain, and Brown might slip among the shadows a little bit easier. But nothing really goes as one hopes when crimefighting in a city on fire. In BATGIRLS v1, readers breeze into the chaos midstream: Team Batgirl fights off a street artist with a knack for mind control, encounters a trio of well-equipped militant extremists, defends against a prodigy hacker, and as often happens when dealing with teenage superheroes, the team, from time to time, must also combat its own stupidity. BATGIRLS v1 successfully executes what many recent iterations of Batgirl have done: blend new stories of familiar heroics for new readers. Barbara Gordon is the big sister with a mind for strategy and gadgetry. Cassandra Cain is a strong, silent, and efficient partner looking for comfort among close friends. And Stephanie Brown, who is especially chatty, hates villainy with a casual efficiency that would be terrifying if she weren't so exceedingly upbeat. Few comics fans who thrive on more parochial ("classic") narrative tales of any of these characters will fall in love with this new comic. But that's okay. For what BATGIRLS v1 hopes to achieve, the character relationships and plotting mostly hit the target. The book struggles to balance its quest to entertain as well as the necessity of narrative focus. Does the team settle on relocating its hideout after a bomb threat, does it pound the pavement in search of an upstart mind-control freak, does it crack down on a hyped-up group of well-armed militants, or does it track down a hacker who has infiltrated Oracle's network? Lots of entertaining stuff. But ultimately very poor focus. Some of these stories are relegated to C-level priority, despite being introduced as a big deal. For others, the reverse feels truer than not. For example, The Saints, sharp assassins bearing some sweet gear, enter the story early only to falter and feather into the background. Team Batgirl gets its butt kicked the first time around, but in the end, the headhunters are a piece of cake. Is this another casualty of Big Two comics promising more than it can deliver? Regardless, it's kind of a letdown. BATGIRLS v1 leans heavily on the antics and dynamics of its co-protagonists. Cass is generally mum, but she doesn't hesitate to voice her opinion when her emotions rise to the fore. Steph is written precisely like a modern teenager, which is to say, she somehow balances being incredibly productive while also being dreadfully annoying. The two girls would make for the center-point of a killer series, when they're older, about Batgirl Roommates. But for now, side stories and commentary involving oddball pajamas, burned pancakes, and pierced ears will have to do. Visually, the comic employs an effective art style that works well with these iterations of Cain and Gordon but doesn't always mesh with Brown's ebullience. The book's sharp, angular, fed-from-the-shadows visual design is inherently cryptic, and more than suitable to the storytelling atmospherics of a city lulled to sleep while still on fire. The art in this book really stands out, from the geometric silhouette of Cain's cape to the incredible color-mix of psychosis and psychedelia readers engage, once fear gas is introduced into the story. Perhaps if the book reduced its villain count and narrowed its narrative trajectory, then the art team's work would've been even more effective. BATGIRLS v1 thrives, but ebbs and flows considerably in the process. The character voices are distinct and the art delivers on all accounts. But the story problematically overloads when it should instead pick and choose its challenges.

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[pancake-breakfast]

So after reading this thread by @mydetheturk and @shastafirecracker, I got to thinking about Vash as a gun in Trigun Stampede. (I would have responded in thread, but the thread is Trigun Book Club and I'm about to get into spoilers for Stampede here. Which reminds me....)

Spoilers for Trigun Stampede Ahead

The series is called Trigun because Vash has three guns: 1) the one he carries, 2) the one in his prosthetic left arm, and 3) his angel arm. The thread linked above gets into how, throughout Trigun (every iteration, TBH), Vash doesn't simply wield weapons, but because of his angel arm he very literally is a weapon, and that's an identity he resists as much as he can. He doesn't want to be used for violence. He just wants to help people, but his very nature makes pursuing that path a rather difficult one.

In particular, once he's aware of its presence, Vash wants to take every precaution he can to stop from releasing the power that channels through his angel arm, which is understandable since it can literally level cities. That destructive power the antithesis of what Vash wants to be, but it's also an irremovable part of himself... and it's something that Knives covets enough to severely violate Vash in attempt to gain control of it. The power itself might be Vash's, but it's Knives who activates it, forces it into being, and thus compels Vash to both channel it into his angel arm and to pull the trigger on that insanely powerful gun.

However, in Stampede, it's not just the weight of the angel arm that Knives forces on Vash. Knives is literally responsible for Vash having the other two guns, as well.

These can both be traced to episode 9. First, Knives thrusts the handgun into Vash's arms, calling it, "An evil weapon of the Sinners, taking lives easily from afar with the twitch of a finger...."

Nominally, he's doing this to protect Vash. Vash won't raise his hand to take down the humans that literally just overclocked their sisters to death, to protect them or to protect himself, so Knives provides him with a weapon he labels a coward's tool for evil (gun #1). In doing that, he very much implies his brother is both a coward and someone who needs to embrace doing evil in order to survive.

It's only a few minutes later that Knives makes way for the second gun.

Knives slices off Vash's arm to protect him from the power Vash (accidentally) summoned to try to protect Luida from Knives, thus making way for Vash's prosthetic arm (gun #2).

Thus, every shot fired by Vash from either the handgun or the prosthetic is the result of Knives' actions, even when Knives isn't actively sending people to harass Vash.

"But wait," you hypothetically say. "In TriStamp, Vash's prosthetic arm has a grappling gun, not a gun that fires bullets."

You're right.

Interesting that the one gun Vash has the option to choose for himself in Stampede isn't designed for killing. Instead, Vash uses it to try and save himself, and to save Meryl.

(Though all things considered, I wouldn't be surprised if whatever upgrade he has in Season 2 is more in line with what fans of previous Trigun series are used to in his prosthetic arm.)

There's one other thing I'll note before wrapping this up. Going back to Episode 9 of Stampede... Vash is actually very quick to try and use that handgun Knives gives him. But he doesn't use it to defend himself from humans (or anyone else, really) the way Knives wants him to. Instead, he grits his teeth, does his best to steady an unsteady hand, and uses it to try and protect one of the only two humans left standing around them, Luida, from Knives.

#he is constantly CONSTANTLY resisting becoming just a tool for violence #especially a tool for violence against humanity #even when he has every reason to just give up and watch them burn #vash the stampede #millions knives #trigun stampede #anime analysis #pancake analysis

[httpiastri]

sunrise serenity – jmm21

your first morning with pepe, after your first night together...

genre: fluff + a little little suggestive

pairing: reader x pepe marti

warnings: hmmmm a few suggestive mentions but that's it i think

word count: 1.3k (like, exactly 1300.... kinda freaky actually)

requested: again not rlly lol but there have been asks abt more pepe stuff soooo :)

author's note: hehe a little more pepe love <33 idk thinking about waking up and seeing his gorgeous tanned back- 😶 it makes me freak a little ngl. anyway. hope u all have a lovely weekend <3 also i *just* realized that i forgot to use any spanish in this lol hope u still enjoy :)

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the room is so light, way too light, when your eyes finally flutter open. keeping them open is a constant battle, with the rays of sunlight peeking past the blinds stinging like you're staring straight into the sun itself. you just want to roll around and bury your face into the pillow underneath you, but something about the feeling of the pillow against your skin feels unfamiliar... and that's when you realize.

right. this isn't your own bed, or your own apartment – it's pepe's.

your eyes are fully open by now, butterflies waking up in the pit of your stomach as they roam across the room. seeing a pile of your boyfriend's clothes folded up on a nearby chair, the pictures of his family and friends hung up on the walls, all of the other little quirks that just scream pepe; it's all so unfamiliar, yet so comforting and heartwarming.

this isn't your first time being in this room, but it's the first time you see it in this light. the first time you wake up in this bed, the first time you're in his room at this hour of the day. you and pepe have been dating for a few months now, and you've been planning for the first time you stay overnight in his apartment for quite a while. last night, it was finally time – and you've probably never had as good of a night's sleep before in your life. from the fact that he cooked you a very fancy dinner, to the way that his fingers danced across your skin when you lied next to him in bed; everything was just perfect. and going grocery shopping together, helping each other clean the dishes, brushing your teeth side by side…

it was hard not to imagine what it would feel like to spend all your days like this. it all became so real, so domestic, and you never want to go back.

the sound of pans clinging together along with a quiet swear reaches your ears and you can't help but let out a chuckle, finally pushing yourself up to sit on the edge of the bed. you reach for the first piece of clothing you can see, which turns out to be the oversized shirt pepe wore last night, and you pull it over your head before rising from the bed. your body is still a bit sore, but the sweet aroma of pancakes meeting your nose gives you the energy to keep going.

you stop in your tracks when you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror right by pepe's bedroom door – or, more exactly, the sight of your neck.

the trail of lovebites your boyfriend left stretches from your jaw and down under the collar of your shirt, and you know you'd be met by many more if you looked underneath it. the artwork is so mesmerizing that you have to shake your head to bring yourself out of your trance, slightly embarrassed by the way your stomach flips just at the sight of some hickeys.

when you eventually make your way into the kitchen and your eyes land on your boyfriend, you almost swoon. the sight of him from behind is just gorgeous; his sweatpants hanging low on his hips and his tanned, broad back practically calling out for you to come and kiss it. you're not sure if he's heard your footsteps or if he can just sense your presence, but pepe shifts slightly after a few moments. "good morning."

"good morning," you cheer back, beginning to stroll over to him. when he looks over his shoulder and takes in the sight of you, the way the hem of his shirt reaches the middle of your thigh and your slightly messy bedhead, a little laugh slips past his lips. your eyebrows pinch together. "what?"

"nothing," he says, arm wrapping around your shoulders once you reach his side. "you're just cute, that's all."

you coo playfully at him, hand reaching up to cup the side of his face before getting on your tippytoes. pepe meets you halfway, lips sealing against yours with ease.

"slept well?" he asks when you pull apart, his hand dropping down to your hip and pulling you in closer. his other hand works on flipping the pancake in the pan, a hint of a smile on his lips as if he already knows the answer.

"really well. you?"

pepe nods before leaning his head against yours. "you were out like a light yesterday," he says with another chuckle. "i swear, the second your head hit the pillow..."

you let out a groan. "i'm sorry."

"no, don't apologize!" he interjects immediately. "we had a long day. you looked so peaceful, it was adorable." he pulls his head away, looking down at you with a grin. "seeing that calm side of you was interesting, honestly. it's a far cry from how you are when you're awake, i'll tell you that."

"hey!"

your exclaim is followed by a press of your elbow into his side, which he answers with a quick kiss to your temple. you wriggle out of his embrace, to which his eyebrows shoot up – but when he watches you push yourself up to sit atop the counter next to the stove, legs dangling from the edge and feet swinging in the air, he relaxes again.

pepe places the pancake on a plate by your side, before pouring a thin layer of batter into the pan. "do you usually have pancakes for breakfast?" you tease, biting back the smile that wants to spread across your lips when your boyfriend's free hand lands on your knee.

he shakes his head, thumb drawing circles into your skin while he spreads the batter out evenly in the pan. "i wish." there are a few moments of silence before he turns to you, a slight smirk on his face. "though, i know something i'd rather have for breakfast every morning..."

tender fingers brush a few strands of hair out of your face and behind your ear before resting right below your jaw as pepe leans in, nose nudging yours to draw out a giggle from you. and then he kisses you, his smile pressed against yours as your eyes flutter closed. your hands come up to rest on his shoulders, the feeling of his warm skin and the strong muscles beneath it sending a shiver down your spine.

pepe tastes faintly of toothpaste with just a hint of sweetness, as if he's already had a sample of a pancake. when his lips part, yours follow his lead, and you can't help the sound that leaves the back of your throat as he licks into your mouth. your arms wrap around his neck for stability and his hands reach for your waist, pulling you forward and into him.

when his kisses begin to travel along your cheek, your legs wrap around him almost out of habit. you sigh, the way his lips move down the side of your neck making your head spin. but your skin is still so sensitive, and the little whine that escapes from your mouth has him pulling back. he blinks down at you, but it doesn't take long before he understands.

one of his fingers traces along the marks he's left down your neck, a content and proud smile on his lips. "i'm sorry," he says, though you both know there's no sincerity in the apology.

"don't be, they look good," you start, leaning forward to seal your lips again. "and they felt really good, too."

the groan that vibrates from his chest has you smiling against him yet again. "you can't just say that. you're gonna have to stay over way more often now."

"deal."

#extra: “pepe i think the pancake is burning” “i couldn't care less” #f1 #f2 #formula two #formula 2 #pepe marti #pepe martí #josep maria marti #pepe marti fluff #pepe marti x reader #pepe marti x you #pepe marti x yn #pepe marti x y/n #f2 x yn #f2 x y/n #f2 x you #f2 x reader #f2 fluff #pepe marti suggestive #f2 suggestive

[hood-ex]

Cass looks like a vampire

Nightwing #106

#dick is buff as fuck in this art style #and he's teaching cass how to make pancakes after she taught him a move so hmmm hmmmmm honestly i'm not mad at it #feels kinda off. like halfway between a fanfic story and what their relationship could've progressed to in canon #tt's story today was also alright other than that dumb joke about the ambulance #i like that ric mentioned that his memory wasn't good and that he lost minutes or days #that's def a continuation from the ric arc where ric said that he'd just black out sometimes #see i appreciate continuity details like that #buuuut ric keeping the letter that the guy gave him... lol it's just kinda funny since he torched the whole nightwing bunker #like oh yeah i'll save this letter for the old me in case he comes back but at the same time i'll burn everything old me had #Dick Grayson #Cassandra Cain #tuesday spoilers

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nightmare before christmas // day 4

content warnings; umm nothing really? nightmares, crying and upset Annie :(

a/n; I had so much fun writing this one. Do I love the result? mmm, not really!! but i hate everything i do soooo... we move! also, if you don't know the book aliens love underpants, I would advise a quick Google for context lol <3

word count; 1.9k

(this fic takes place after they have gotten together)

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The pitter patter of small feet coming down the hallway isn't an unusual sound to you now, having moved in with the Healy’s a few months ago and quickly becoming ajdusted to living with 2 extra people. But it was unusual to hear it at midnight a few days before Christmas. 

You're still awake, having not been able to sleep because your mind can't stop racing. Your first Christmas with Annie was making you nervous, matty had spoken to her on her own and asked if it was okay that you were here. Annie answered with an enthusiastic “YES!!” It was so enthusiastic, in fact, that you heard it from where you were hiding out in the kitchen. But still, you were nervous, not wanting to ruin her Christmas. 

The footsteps caught your attention, and then the telltale sound of the bedroom door opening filled your ears. Those same feet came up to Matty's side of the bed, and you heard the softest whisper, “Daddy”

Annie waited a few seconds but simply got a snore in return from Matty. 

“Daddy” she tried a little louder, even touching Matty's arm slightly, but still, he didn't stir. He had a long day at the studio fighting with George over the production of a new song, so he was exhausted. You knew he was knocked out hard, so I sat up and gestured to Annie.

“Hey sweetie, are you alright, my love?” you say softly, ushering her over to your side of the bed. Annie came shuffling over to you, dressed in her Grinch pyjamas with her stuffed bear in her arms. She quickly jumped up on the bed and sat on your lap.

“I had a scary dream” she says. You can see she's trying to hold herself together, but the sight of her lip wobbling almost sets you off too. Your heart shatters at her sad, sleepy eyes. She brings her closed fists and rubs at them, clearly fighting the tiredness she is feeling. 

“Oh I'm sorry darling, would you like a hug?” you say softly, rubbing her back. A small nod from her is all it takes for you to throw yourself at her and wrap her in a tight hug. You hold her close and eventually hear a soft sniffle. You have to take a deep breath to not cry yourself. You simply tighten your grip and slowly rub up and down her back.

Eventually, the wet spot on your shirt stops growing, and her breathing evens out slightly. You pull back, and she looks up at you with red-rimmed eyes.

“Would you like me to try and wake up Daddy, sweet girl? He wouldn't mind at all” you say, despite wanting nothing more than to comfort her yourself.

“No it's okay” she says with a sniffle, “will you take me to my bed to read a story?” she asks. Before you get a chance to respond, she cuts in quickly and adds, “And stay there until I fall asleep?” with pleading eyes.

Oh, if your heart wasn't already in 1000 pieces at her sad eyes, that comment would have done you in.

“Of course my love, let's go, huh?” You swing your legs off the side of the bed and pick Annie up, placing her on your hip and then walking out to her room. The hallway floors were freezing on your cold feet, and you hiss as you step out. Still, you shuffle down to Annie's room, ready to get her settled. 

Her paw patrol night light still illuminates her room in a warm glow as you wander in, strategically avoiding all the stuffed toys on the floor. You place Annie on her bed and tuck her in, making sure to make it especially tight, and she giggles at your obsessive tucking. There were few greater sounds than the laugh of a child, but it feels even after they've been crying to you.

Gently, you sit on the side of the bed and stroke her hair before speaking, “Now what book do you want me to read, Annie? It can be absolutely any of them! i promise I'm a good reader” you jokingly add. 

“I know that y/n!” Annie says with a duh look on her face, “You taught me to read properly!” she giggles out. You mirror her actions and put a shocked look on your face in response.

“I had forgotten that little, Miss Annie!!” You teasingly poke her side as you speak. Soon, she decides on “Aliens Love Underpants”, her current favourite.

Despite Matty having already read it to her tonight, she wants to hear it again, and who are you to deny her? 

You open the book to begin to read, but you feel a small hand touch your knee, and you pause to see Annie sat up with her teddy back in hand. “Will you sit up with me to read it y/n?” she asks shyly, burrowing her nose in her teddy. 

Your face softens, and you can't help the audible sigh that comes out of your mouth at how sweet she is. “Absolutely my girl, shuffle over for me, huh?” she wiggles over excitedly, and you slide into the spot she made. Before long she’s curling into your side and wriggles to get comfortable. 

Once settled, she grabs her teddy, puts her thumb in her mouth, and asks you to start. 

So you do, and even before you hit halfway, you hear soft snores from the little girl next to you. Briefly pausing, you pull back to see Annie fast asleep next to you, her mouth wide open and her eyelids fluttering.

But you settle back in and continue to read, “Just to make sure she was really asleep” you assure yourself.

Little did you know, at this time in your room, Matty had awoken, having flipped over and stretched to pull you close only to be met with an empty bed next to him. He groggily shot his head up at the feeling of the cold sheets.

His curls were wild and sticking in every direction. But any confusion didn't last long, as he heard your mellow voice ringing through the halls.

He sat up and listened intently, immediately recognising what you were reading, having read it a few dozen times himself. He knew it was towards the end of the book, so Matty thought he’d wait in bed for you to return, not willing to traverse the cold hallways and leave his warm cocoon. 

But as you finish the last words, you simply start again. Matty scrunches his face in confusion, knowing Annie has never stayed awake for a full read of that book. So why would you need to read it again?

Sighing sadly, he slips out of the blanket fort he had created and slides on his slippers to come find you. Not without audibly grumbling to himself, though.

Slowly, he walks through the house, trying his best not to alert you to his presence. But little did he know Matty could have stomped through those hallways, and you would’ve been none the wiser, too distracted by his sleeping daughter and her adorableness.

Your melodic voice soundtracked Matty's walk, and he caught himself smiling at the mere sound of you speaking. “What a sap,” he thought to himself, so easily enamoured by your every move. 

Before Matty poked his head around that door, he didn't think he could be any more in love with you. The months of pining and build up only to finally get you were everything to him. He thought he knew romantic love, but he didn't really, not until he had you.

You just had this aura around you that surrounded Matty in a way he didn't think was possible before. And, of course, he had heard about love his whole life. He had heard the love songs before, hell had written his fair share, but nothing compared to really being in love. 

So he thought he'd found its peak. That was until he poked his head around Annie's door that night and saw you two huddled together reading. He saw his sleeping daughter fast asleep in your arms and you looking at her with such adoration in your eyes, and somehow he fell even deeper.

Matty worked his way into the room, still trying to be undetected, but he soon stood on a squeaky toy that alerted you to his presence. You look up, and immediately your face breaks out into the most breathtaking smile Matty had seen.

If he thought you were looking at Annie with love, it was nothing compared to the love in your eyes when they met his own.

“Hi angel” he said quietly, walking over towards you slowly, taking in the view in front of him carefully. He made note of the way Annie was tucked closely into your side, her toy tight in her arms. He wanted to remember the way your arm was swung around her, sliding your hand up and down her back absentmindedly. 

“Hi baby,” you whisper as you purse your lips up at Matty. He smiled bashfully and leaned down to peck your lips. Not just willing to give you just one, he pressed your lips together a few times before pulling away.

All it takes is a scrunch of his eyebrows for you to start explaining yourself.

“Annie had a nightmare and came to find you, but you were fast asleep and wouldn't wake up,” you begin to explain, a wash of sadness falls over Matty's face at the image of his daughter not being able to wake him up.

You bring one hand up to hold his before continuing, “but luckily, I was awake with my silly brain, so I called her over. She had a little cry and a cuddle.” Matty's face drops further, and you simply squeeze his hand once more in an attempt to comfort him.

“Then I offered to wake you up, but she asked me to tuck her in and read a book until she fell back asleep. So that's what we did.” You smile gently down at her as you finish your sentence. Matty slips his hand from yours and places it on your head. He begins stroking your head and fiddling with your hair as he speaks.

“That is so sweet of you, thank you, baby.” he says sincerely, “but why are you still reading? She has been asleep ages judging by the drool on her pillow” he gestures with his hand, and below Annie’s head is a small wet patch, causing you to chuckle to yourself.

“I know, I know. But I just wanted to make sure she was properly asleep. I promised I would stay until she fell asleep, and I didn't want her to wake up and be alone.” A slightly embarrassed tone permeates your words, but your eyes shine with nothing but pure love.

“I love you.” Matty blurts out, having no other thoughts at that moment. Seeing his two favourite girls curled up together already had Matty's head spinning, but hearing you say that nearly bowled him over. 

“I love you too, babe,” you say sweetly, still caressing Annie's shoulder subconsciously and sleepily staring up at your boyfriend. 

You had no idea how much this moment meant to Matty. No idea this was the moment he decided he was going to marry you.

#christmas75 #matty healy #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy fic #matty healy fluff #matty healy x you #matty healy x reader #the 1975 fic #teacher au! #matty makes everyone pancakes the next morning as an apology btw #(he burns a few but does pretty well overall)

[cryptcatz]

being picky with specific food preferences is SO fun and by fun i mean you get to request food a certain way at restaurants and then sit there feeling like you should be dragged out into the street and shot for being so inconvenient to staff

#i try to avoid it cuz they usually still get it wrong anyways lol #autism #actuallyautistic #autistic community #picky eater #autism problems #personal #i have certain foods i love but cannot order out. like bacon #it’s always stringy when i order it out 😭😭😭 #and a weird amount of places will like burn pancakes or have them come out with a weird texture #autism tag

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

currently baking a slab of muffin batter on a aluminum-foil-lined pan in a convection oven. will let you all know how it goes

#i made the batter #and Realized... i do not have any baking stuff #no cake pans no muffin cups no nothing #nothing oven safe #so i tried to turn it into pancakes #Burned. #tried making scrambled muffin. did not go well #so now im attempting this #the struggle meals are struggling! #i could get takeout but its spensive... bank account said no #god and there's. there's a spiderweb in the handle of my favorite mug #dont know how! it was safe in the cabinet! #absolutely unprompted #if this doesnt work Fuck It ramen noodles again #im on my last cup 'o noodles i will have to start eating the bricks soon #hold on lemme check on the monstrosity #OH??? ITS RISING?????

[kairennart]

How Not to Foster a Safe Kitchen Environment, but Make Your Girlfriend Happy: A Guide by Gwen

"Pancakes" for @merlinbingo

#shout out to mona for that caption i love it #my original idea was 'Guinevere control your hands the pancakes will burn' #my art #fanart #merlin #bbc merlin #merlin fanart #bbc merlin fanart #gwen #bbc gwen #bbc guinevere #guinevere pendragon #morgana #bbc morgana #morgana pendragon #bbc morgana pendragon #morgwen #morgwen fanart #these two have too many fucking names #anyways enjoy this lil thing i made in a couple hours bc i have two weeks left to complete the bingo 🤪🤪🤪

[omnisexualcultureis]

Omni culture is blasting twenty one pilots while actively burning your pancakes

#submission #omni culture is #omnisexual #omni #omnisexual culture is #sam the mod here: i made pancakes today and i actually didn't burn them for once!

[carfuckerlynch]

kinda weird but. healing progression of a nasty oil burn. photos taken over the course of about ten weeks

#odhran.txt #face tag #ig #tw gore #tw burns #tw injuries #ask to tag #ok the people have spoken they want to see #for reference i poured like a quarter cup of boiling oil on my leg making scallion pancakes

[meteormanfunny]

Psychonauts Pancake Pandemonium

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i couldn't make anything of quality in time for the psychonauts anniversary cuz I'm busy with real life so I made this as compensation

#psychonauts #psychonauts anniversary #razputin aquato #coach oleander #meme #blows up pancakes with mind #more like he burns them and them blows them up #whatever

[aliengirl]

family breakfast with pancakes <3

#im impressed rhea didnt burn the pancakes #with all the 'help' she had from blue #the sims 4 #sims 4 #sims 4 screenshots #sims #sims 4 gameplay #rhea lo #blue bohan by seyvia #unworldly life #unworldly life gen one #orion sirius io bohan #carina maia io bohan

[isaksbestpillow]

I'm watching Sayonara maestro and it's so weird seeing Nishijima Hidetoshi make a mess in the kitchen. Shiro-san since when have you burned pancakes.

#i can buy him as a famous conductor but i draw the line in burning pancakes

[stabbyfoxandrew]

mafia au please!

tsc has broken me and i need your beautiful kevjean to cheer me up

WIP Wednesday (4/17) | Mafia Front Restaurant AU (Part 136)

The smell of pancakes cooking is simultaneously mouth-watering and… trauma-inducing. The first time Kevin had ever had them was in Palmetto, the morning he’d dragged himself onto the Foxes’ team bus. Despite Abby’s doctoring, his left hand was totally unusable and his right didn’t fare much better with a fork. But being the kindest nurse he’d ever met, Abby had noticed him struggling and cut his pancakes into bite-sized pieces for him and drizzled them with enough syrup to make his eyes bulge.

He’d slowly eaten them as his father started talking criminal charges against Riko. The very idea of challenging him made Kevin’s stomach roil and it was then and there he broke. He told Wymack the horrible truth about the Moriyamas and swore him to secrecy. That, of course, didn’t last long once a certain goalie stuck his nose into Kevin’s mess of a life.

Andrew had come to Abby’s house the next day and demanded an explanation. For some reason, Kevin couldn’t not tell him. Despite holding all those secrets for a lifetime, he let them flow as soon as Andrew rounded on him. He’s still not sure why. Perhaps it was his desperate need to be understood. Or it could’ve been fear. But he told Andrew the bulk of his life story then and there, omitting a couple details. Namely a pair of backliners with sharp tongues and pretty eyes.

Speaking of that, Jean is watching his skillet like a hawk. What he’s expecting to happen, Kevin isn’t sure. Apparently it does though, because Jean moves in with a spatula to flip a pancake over. It’s less than graceful, but Kevin is impressed regardless. He gives a little round of applause, which startles Jean. 

He rolls his eyes playfully at the attention and does a little bow while he’s at it. As he turns back around, Kevin steps off the stool to watch Jean pour more batter. There’s another plate he wasn’t aware of and it’s got what must’ve been a test pancake on it. It’s smaller than the ones Jean’s been stacking and burnt to a crisp on the top side. How ridiculous that a burned pancake could be so endearing.

“Can I have that one?”

Jean turns his head and grimaces. “If you want it. I was going to throw it outside, at those birds that show up sometimes. I told you about them before. One of them snatched a cigarette out of my hand a couple of months ago."

"And you want to give them food?"

"I said, 'at them' not for them," Jean clarifies. "But I suppose, even if I hit one with it they'd eat it."

“If you feed them they’ll stay.” Kevin says, making Jean’s mouth quirk.

“Like Neil?”

“You can stop making the stray cat jokes, he’s not in here. And we both know how we feel about him.” Kevin says, plucking the pancake off the plate and pulling part of it off to stick it in his mouth. Oh, it’s… definitely charred. And a bit bitter. 

“I told you it wouldn’t be good.” Jean says, glancing over at him. He notably and predictably doesn’t reply to Kevin’s comment about Neil. Or maybe that is an answer to the Neil thing.

“Mm,” Kevin hums thoughtfully. He knows it would be.

#teehee here lovely. have Kevin waxing poetic about Jean's ability to burn a goddamn pancake :)) and thinking about neil too :)) and andrew:) #aftg #kevjean #Mafia Restaurant AU #WIP Wednesday #🕊️ #answered #anon

[epicfirestormer]

#can you tell im having a lot of fun with reading hellboy #how am i just learning about how batshit crazy this comic is #seriously tho I'm only on volume three of omnibus #but every villain are just like ''Hellboy you're fated to be the harbinger of destruction!!'' or something to that effect #meanwhile hellboy is just standing in the background like ''idk man i just work here'' #hellboy just wants to live his life and eat pancakes #i lov hellboy's personality he is everything to me <3 #he's really that one ''can i please get a waffle'' vine but he's the one fighting and asking #hellboy #hellboy comics #the fire crackles with joy #the fire burns #low quality memes #memes #once again apologies to my followers who knows nothing about hellboy #a spark turns to a wildfire #thats gonna be my hyperfixation tag feel free to block it so you dont get spammed