#my dad got me a waffle maker

[joshlmbrt]

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Head Over Heels - truck driver!dad!e. munson oneshot

‘I’M LOST IN ADMIRATION, COULD I NEED YOU THIS MUCH?’

w; i made eds bday on v-day because it was cute, chance is non-verbal, eddie hating his bday, just so much cuteness at the end.

an; i will say this again - this au is my baby and means so so much to me!!!

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“Guess who’s coming home today, baby?” Your arm was growing tired, mixing the thick batter for the blueberry waffles for Chance.

His eyes leave The Muppets, lighting up as he stares at you, a grin meeting his eyes.

“Did you finish his birthday card, bubs?” He nods, slipping off the couch and runs towards his room, careful not to trip over anything.

You smile and turn, dropping some batter into the waffle maker and closing the lid. You turn back when you hear footsteps and place the bowl onto the counter.

You kneel down, grabbing the homemade birthday card with a heart on the front. You open it.

‘Happy Birthday Daddy. Love U.’

There was a small family picture drawn to the side, all of you holding hands. You smile and close it, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “He’s going to love this. But we have to wait to give it to him,” You stand, hiding it somewhere Eddie wouldn’t think to look - along with a few other birthday and valentines gifts you had stored away.

You open the lid and pull out the waffle. “Daddy has certain feelings about his birthday, so we need to spring it onto him carefully.”

You glance over your shoulder and Chance nods. You give him a smile and he turns to walk back into the living room.

You grab out two boxes of cake mix, icing, bowls, and a heart pan and set them to the side.

It was a long day of baking, that’s for sure.

💌

5:35PM

Eddie grumbles to himself, slamming the driver side door and making his way towards the rickety steps. He knocks the side of his foot against the pole, watching as some snow falls off and onto the ground.

He then makes his way into his warm home that suddenly smelt like vanilla and strawberries.

He stumbles slightly when he feels tiny arms wrap around his legs. He looks down, chuckling and drops his bag to the ground, lifting Chance up.

He grunts. “Am I getting old or are you?”

You walk into the living room, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “You’re getting old.”

He gives you a look, eyes narrowing. “Ha-ha.” You smile and he can’t help but smile and lean over to give you a kiss. “Missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too. Dinner is almost ready.”

“Great. I’m starved,” He puts Chance down after giving him a quick peck on the temple. “I got something for you and Mommy. But I’ll give it to you after dinner.”

“Baby, you didn’t have-”

“Did you get me something?” You stay silent, lips pursing - he already knew that answer. He gives a cocky smile. “That’s what I thought.”

You roll your eyes. “Sue me. I saw something that reminded me of you.”

He grins and presses a quick kiss to your lips, walking towards the bathroom. Chance runs out, a grin on his face when he looks at you. You give him a quick wink.

💌

After dinner - Eddie’s favorite for his birthday - you’re sure he thinks you forgot it. But you haven’t - of course.

Chance drags him to the living room while you clean the table off, wiping it down quickly before grabbing the cake you had made.

You giggle, staring at the three frogs that you had added, sticking three candles into the cake before placing it on the table and lighting them. “Eds! Hurry!”

You hear feet stomping in no time. “Honey? You okay-” He stops when you start singing, eyes staring down at the cake before at you. There’s a small smile that tugs at his lips, head shaking.

Chance’s hand slips into his, squeezing Eddie’s in time with your singing. Eddie tears up a bit at the feeling, staring down at him.

He lifts him up when you finish, holding his other arm out for you. You step closer and he pulls you into his side, pressing a kiss to Chance’s temple before pressing one, two, three kisses to your lips that has you giggling like when you both were teenagers.

“I thought you forgot. I was kind of happy.”

“Never,” You grin. “And you wouldn’t have gotten your frog cake.”

His eyes lift, eyeing the icing frogs, snorting before looking down at you. “No. I wouldn’t have, would I?”

💌

Eddie shuts Chance’s door quietly, slowly making his way into the kitchen. He stops, smiling softly when he leans against the refrigerator watching as you sway to the music playing on the radio.

He comes up behind you, reaching around and turns off the water.

“Edward Munson, what are you-” You squeal softly when he spins you around, a wide grin on his face, swaying with you.

You giggle softly when his nose nudges yours, hands coming up and cupping his cheeks. “Did you have a good birthday?”

He hums softly, nodding and presses a kiss to your palm before leaning more into your hand. “I did… My wishes always come true.”

“Do they now?” You lift a brow, thumb tracing the small scar by his eye you loved so much.

“Yeah,” He says, matter-of-fact. “When you through me that surprise birthday when I was 15… I wished that we would get married and have a small family.”

“You did not.”

“I did too,” He grips your waist softly before pulling you closer. Your arms drop around his neck, fingers scratching at his scalp softly. “I knew I loved you then. I love you even more now.”

His nose nudges yours and you grin, his own smile finding your lips, hand sliding up to hold the back of your head, bodies still swaying to. Not even to the music, but just swaying with love.

Chance watches with a smile on his face and a sparkle in his eye.

He watches as Eddie pulls away and spins you, causing you to laugh. He pulls you close, forehead meeting yours with his own giggles, shushing you with no malice.

He loved hearing you laugh.

He loved you.

And Chance could see it.

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[jo-writes-fanfiction]

Prompt List

6 - “Why are you following me around like a lost duckling.”

19 - “Can't you just not work today?”

Daryl Dixon x Daughter!Reader

Words: 1027

Warnings/Notes: None

Not my image

It had been a long week up till now. The group was busy working in Alexandria. Some people gardening, others building up the wall or keeping watch. You woke up to an empty house, your father already out and working. You walk down the stairs as he comes in the door.

“I figured you’d be up about now. I’ll make ya some breakfast and then I gotta head back to work.” Daryl walks over to you after setting his bow down on the bench by the door. “What d’ya think of that?”

“Can’t you just not work today?” you complain to him all the time about how much he’s out and helping out.

“Pumpkin, we talked about this, I have to help out.” Daryl picks you up and carries you over to the kitchen. 

“But you’re always goneeee.” you drag out the end of your sentence. Adding a whining tone to your voice. Daryl sets you on the counter as he gets out the waffle maker.

“Hey, wha’td I say bout yer whinin’.” Daryl doesn’t look at you, but you can hear the sternness in his voice.

“Sorry daddy.” You fiddle with your fingers while you wait for him to turn back around. When he does he has the waffle mix and other instruments in his hands. 

“Yes!” you say with excitement, your fists shooting up.

“Figured you'd be excited.” He comments with a smirk as he begins mixing the batter.

you sit on the counter and help with what you can as your dad makes you waffles. You two have a great time talking and your cheeks hurt from smiling so much.

Eventually the waffles are all done and you two sit at the barstool and eat them. You watch as your dad eats only a couple and gives you the rest of his syrup.

“Why didn't you eat as much?” You pause shoving the waffles in your mouth to talk. 

“I had some food earlier this morning, so I ain't that hungry.” He says with a small smile.

You smile and shrug, shoving more waffles in your mouth. 

“Alright kid, I gotta get back t’ work.” He stands up and ruffles your hair, placing a kiss on the top of your head. 

“Can't you stay home today?” you finish eating your waffles and turn around to face him in you chair. 

“We talked about this kiddo, I gotta do this.”

“Then I can come with you?” you mouth shoots up in a smile and you run towards the stairs. “Lemme grab my stuff.”

You don't even give him a chance to say anything before you run up the stairs and grab your little messenger bag. You shove in your coloring book, a normal book, and some extra little things. 

You come down the stairs to him dressed back in his boots and jacket, standing with his arms crossed, his bow hanging off his shoulder.

“Alright, c'mon.” he says, nodding his head towards the door. 

“Hang on, I gotta put on my boots.” you plop on the floor next to the shoes, which are only yours and Daryl's at the most. 

When your done tieing them up, Daryl helps you to stand and hands you your pocket knife. He got it for you a while ago and wont let you leave the house without having it on you. 

“Ready?” he asks.

“Ready.” you look up and smile at him. 

He only nods before opening the door and holding it open for you. He shuts it behind him and walks alongside you. Today he has to get the bike ready so he can go out scouting with Aaron eventually. You two walk along the sidewalk, watching the few birds fly by or someone else on a walk. It's times like this that you miss with him. Even before Alexandria, when you were always on the run. You get to be with him all the time and do everything with him. You don't like being alone in the house all day every day.

When you make it to Aaron's house he greets you with a snack and juice.

“Thanks!” you say with a smile. Even after all the waffles you had just 20 minutes ago you eat the fruit he handed you right away and sipped on the juice. 

You follow Daryl into Aaron's garage and see the bike Daryl has been working on.

“Are we gonna be able to ride it just like your last one!?” You look at him with and excited expression plastered on your face.

"Eventually, I might change some things to make it easier, and we need to find you a helmet if we can.”

“How are we gonna find a motorcycle helmet for me?”

“I dunno kid. Even if it was just a bike helmet. Any type of helmet really.” He sits on the stool and begins messing with parts.

“How ‘bout ya sit in that chair over there and color or someth'n.” He nods towards a chair in the corner. 

“I think I'm gonna watch you.” you set your bag down in the chair and stand by where Daryl was working. You stay for a while like that day. Following him when he goes to the workbench or the other side of the bike.

“Alright kid, why are you following me around like a lost duckling?”

“I just wanna see what your doing, and I miss when we were together all the time.”

He stops what he's doing and looks up at you from his seat.

“Pumpkin, why didn't you tell me. I could have taken you with me more.”

“I dunno. I just figured you weren't alway gonna be this busy.”

“I get it, and I'm sorry. I didn't really notice that you wanted to come, I thought you would like having your own space.”

“I just miss you sometimes.”

“Alright, I'll tell you what, tomorrow we'll have a just us day. We can do whatever we want.”

“Alright.” a smile breaks out on your face and you giggle in excitement.

“Alright kid.” Daryl has a smirk on his face as he continues to work and you continue to watch.

Hope you enjoyed it!!

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@sofia-stark

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#the walking dead #daryl #daryl dixon #fanfic #twd #daryl x daughter #fanfiction #daryl x reader #daryl dixon x reader #jowrites

[bakubunny]

chaos squad antics

bunny: y’all my s/o is so sweet. he got me a mini bunny waffle maker. 😭

bunny: makes me think of cute fluffy saturday mornings making little bunny waffles with fictional men.

neon: …but werewolf!character chomping into cute bunny waffles while he stares you down and licks syrup off of his hand.

neon: probably kiri bc i don’t see baku as a sugar fiend

bunny: really, neon? 😵‍💫

starr: yeah my thoughts were instantly in the gutter.

starr: i went to yandere [dad bf] headspace so….

bunny: …good grief.

@neon-gothicc @dcsiremc

#im still thinking about this 🙄 #I TRIED TO BE CUTE #but these two have a mind just like mine #chaos squad #bunny rambles

[sixofcrowsfandom]

wesper and helnik child fanfic (pt 2 to the previous one at the cooperom)

"lina! do you have everything? we have to leave soon"! Nina shouted up the stairs to the little 4 year old.

"I'm coming Momma"! her smol voice answered back.

a few moments later, Lina came trotting down the stairs, her toy moo in hand.

"do you need help tying your shoes"? Nina asked.

"no thanks Momma, daddy teached me how" Lina replied as she bent down to tie her laces.

"Oh? ok then", Nina said with a small twinge on her heartstrings. it was only yesterday that she found out she was pregnant with her, and now here that little girl was tying her own laces.

"Ok, I'm ready momma", lina said.

"Ok, my little bean, lets go to uncle Wy and Jes's" she said as they walked out the door.

"Jesper! Milo! get down here! Lina and Nina will be here any minute! we don't have anymore time to work on whatever project you started"! Wylan shouted from the kitchen.

"Just about done"! Milo said back.

the last time they two trouble makers met up, it had been a week ago at waffle day, and the two had made plans for thier toys. Milo told the little girl that her would make moo a cool suit for him to where, and thats what he did.

"alright Milo, we have to get downstairs before your dad gets angry at us. is the surprise done"? jesper asked

"ok, papa. i just have to add one more thing". milo said as he went under his bed.

"boy, what are you getting under your bed"? jesper asked

"it's this sparkly thing i got when i want to town with dad", the little boy said as he held up a jar of blue glitter.

"and what, dare i ask, are you going to do with a jar of glitter"? jesper asked

"i'm going to put a bunch of it on moo's suit. lina said blue was her favourite colour".

"well thats nice"! jesper said as they both heard a knock on the door.

"BOYS"! they heard Wylan shout from the stairs"

"coming"! jesper shouted back

"but i have to put the glitter on"! milo complained.

"ok, you do that while i greet our guests", jesper said as he left the room

"nina! and hello there my little firecracker", wylan greeted the two and proceeded to give lina a hug.

"uncle wy, where's milo"? lina asked

"oh, he's upstairs in his room", wylan said.

"ok!" she said all excited. then the little girl began to race up the stairs, fell, then got up and kept running.

"milo! i'm here"! she said as she opened up his door.

"hey lina! moo's suit is ready, and i also finished bits's fire breathing piece", milo told her as he pulled out the sparkly blue armour suit fitted for a small stuffed wolf.

Lina gasped, an snatched the armour out his hands

"milo, it's shiny! and blue my favourite colour. thank you thank you THANK YOU"! she said as she ran and give him a hug.

milo grunted due to the force of impact the girl ran into him, but he was happy he made a little girl smile. and then for the better part of two hours, they played with bits and moo, moo being the brave night, and bits being the scary dragon.

#six of crows #jesper fahey #nina zenik #wylan hendriks #grishaverse #wesper #helnik #crooked kingdom

[savoies]

your day - kevin fiala

summary: it is father’s day and you ask kevin what he wants

specified pronouns: she/her

word count: 728

warnings: maybe one sexual innunedo, mentions of having a baby

a/n: nah because i was such a hidden kevin fiala simp but here i am into the late hours of father’s day writing for him, for my abc anon… oh and yeah kevin being a dad is now lowkey a series.

*i don’t want to go through the stress of naming the child so we will just call her by cute little nicknames

“honey please let your dad sleep in, it’s his day after all.” you said as you swooped your three year old daughter into your arms taking her into the kitchen with you. “now should we make dada pancakes or waffles?” you asked her as you took out the mix.

“waffles! waffles! mama mama can we make em mickey.” she looked over at you.

“of course hun.” you said as you took out the mickey mouse shaped waffle maker that kevin had gotten her for her birthday. “ok do you want to help mama?” you asked her, her nodding her head as she helped you pour everything into the bowl, only slightly making a mess.

“i got it mama.” your daughter said as her little feet padded against the hardwood floor to yours and kevin’s room.

“ok honey, hold it with two hands.” you said as you slightly winced as she tipped the plate over. you holding a cup of coffee as you made your way to your soundly sleeping husband.

“dada dada mommy and me made you mickey waffles!” your daughter said as she jumped onto the bed, you grabbing the waffles before she could spill them all over the bed.

“shh your dad is still asleep.” you said as you tried to calm your daughter down so she could let him sleep in a bit longer.

“it’s ok, im awake.” he said as he rubbed his eyes and smiled at your daughter before taking her into his arms. “woah you made these.” your husband told your daughter as he grabbed the waffles from the nightstand.

“mama helped.” your daughter said as she fed him.

“did she now.” kevin said as he wrapped his arms around you and placed a syrupy kiss on your lips. “hmm yeah they're pretty good.” he told your daughter.

“dada come on mama said we can watch a movie.” your daughter said as she ran out of the room.

“well if your mom said so.” kevin said as he began getting out of bed.

“i'm sorry for waking you up so early, i was trying to let you sleep in but the little one was excited.” you told him as you watched him pull on some sweats.

“thanks for that, i haven't slept like that in a while. i was especially tired after last night's events.” he said as he smirked over at you.

“kev!” you said as you hit him on the shoulder.

“if i recall that’s exactly what you were saying last night.” he said laughing before running out of the room, you rolling your eyes at your immature husband.

~~~

now the three of you sat on the couch, watching some movie that your daughter had picked out.

“kev.” you called your husband pulling his attention away from the movie.

“happy father’s day. if you could have one thing this father’s day, what would it be?” you asked him. you haven't really gotten him anything and you weren't really sure what he wanted.

“thank you babe.” he said as he wrapped his arms around you. “well if I'm being honest i would love to try for another baby.” he said looking over at you.

“wait are you being serious?” you asked him. you and him talked about it, after having your daughter, how you were going to wait a few years and i mean she was three now but he hadn't really mentioned anything until now.

“yeah im being 100% serious. i mean of course if that’s what you want too. if we can handle another, also how she would act with another kid in the house.” kevin explained.

“i don't think how she's gonna act is a problem. i think it's how you're gonna act.” you said laughing at him.

“babe i was scared i was going to hurt her ok!” kevin said, raising his hands in defense.

“you didn't want me to leave you alone with her for a month. is that how you're going to be if we have another?” you asked.

“i think i've learned,” he said. “maybe we can even start trying tonight.” he told you.

“hmm maybe.” you said as you looked over at your daughter who was already softly snoring.

“ill take her to her room.” kevin said as he picked her up. and that night you guys did indeed try for another baby.

.☆☆☆.

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[hailhydra920]

Orbiting Jupiter (1)

Pairing: SingleDad!Bucky x Teacher!Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes is a single father of two amazing little girls. What happens when his 7-year-old meddling daughter, Jupiter, tries to pair him up with her beautiful first-grade teacher?

Chapter 1

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 1.4k

          “Jupiter!” Bucky called as he grabbed the waffles from the waffle maker. “Breakfast!”

           Jupiter scrambled over to the table, her glittery pink skirt sparkling as she ran. Bucky smiled as he took in Jupiter’s clothes, with lots of unnecessary amounts of pink.

           “Um, is that what you’re planning on wearing to school today?” Bucky asked as he grabbed a bottle so he could feed his 9-month-old daughter, Orion.

           “Yup!” Jupiter replied as she shoveled a forkful of waffle in her mouth. “I’m feeling pink today.”

           Bucky chuckled. “I can see that.”

           “It’s also parent-teacher conference today. So, we gotta make sure to impress her.”

           Bucky started to pat Orion’s back after she finished the bottle. “We? And I thought that was next week.”

           “Yes, we. Ms. L/n is your type, Daddy.” She said as Bucky’s mouth gaped. “And it is today.”

           Bucky kept his blush at bay. “Ms. L/n is a nice teacher, yes, but that’s all she is.”

           Jupiter sighed. “Whatever you say, daddy.”

           Bucky’s eyes wandered to the clock and jumped up. “We better get going before you’re late for school!”

           “Daddy, you haven’t done my hair yet.” Jupiter said as she grabbed her brush.

           Bucky set Orion in her baby swing before grabbing the brush from Jupiter’s tiny hand. He gently brushed through her soft brown curls before Jupiter insisted that he put her hair in pigtails. He took the two pink hair ties she was holding out for him and did her hair in pigtails. Jupiter went to get on her shoes as Bucky handed Orion her blanket and grabbed her from the swing.

           “Don’t forget your backpack!” Bucky called as he swiped the car keys from off the hook.

           “Got it!” Jupiter said as she wiggled her back and headed out the door to the car.

           After Bucky made sure his daughters were buckled up, he buckled himself up before turning on the car and driving off. Soon, the school came into view and Bucky pulled up with a smile. Jupiter opened the door and quickly and jumped out.

           “Bye Dad! Bye Orion!” She said in a rush.

Bucky grabbed Jupiter’s abandoned backpack and sighed.

           “Jupiter! Backpack!” Bucky called after her.

           She came dashing back, a shy smile on her face as she slipped her backpack out. “Right. Sorry. Love you!”

           “Love you too.” Bucky said before she blended in with the army of kids filtering into the school.

           Orion gurgled in the back and Bucky smiled at her. “Looks like it’s just you and me now, little one.”

~~~~~

           Bucky stared at himself in the mirror, comb in hand. He moved the comb through his hair, trying to tame his hair. He huffed and studied his hair in the mirror. He looked ridiculous. Running his fingers through his hair, he fluffed up his hair a bit. Good enough. Just as he was fixing the collar of his blue button up, Jupiter burst through the bathroom door.

           “You’re taking forever, Dad!” Jupiter said as looked up at him. “You’ve been fixing your hair for twenty minutes already!”

           Bucky looked down at her with a raised eyebrow. “How do you know how long twenty minutes is?”

           Jupiter folded her arms and jutted her hip out with a sigh. “I learned time today.”

           “Okay. What time is it?”

           She pulled Bucky’s phone out of his pocket and turned it on. She stared at the numbers on the screen for a second before saying, “Four one seven o’ clock.”

           Bucky chuckled. “I think you mean four seventeen.”

           “Yeah. Same thing. And I think your hair looks soft and fluffy, just like how Ms. L/n likes it.” Jupiter said before she took a picture of Bucky.

           “Give me that.” Bucky said grabbing the phone before pocketing it.

           “And when did you start wearing button ups, Daddy?” Jupiter asked with a smirk.

           He rolled his eyes with a sigh. “Okay, little one, get on your shoes while I get Orion.”

           “You didn’t answer my question.” She said in a sing-song voice.

           “Jupiter Hayden Barnes…”

           Jupiter’s eyes widened. “Okay, okay! I’m going!”

           Bucky chuckled as he went to his room to get Orion from her crib. She was asleep and Bucky gently picked her up before pressing a kiss to her head. She grasped onto his shirt and Bucky draped her star blanket over her as he walked out of the room.

           “Come on, Jupiter. Let’s go see what Ms. L/n has to say about you.” Bucky said as he opened the door. “And if it’s good, we can go get ice cream with Uncle Steve.”

           “YAY!” She cheered as she rushed to the car.

~~~~~

           Bucky pushed Orion’s stroller into Jupiter’s classroom as she bounded toward her teacher. His eyes scanned the room and landed on you. You were organizing some papers, but looked up when Jupiter called your name. You hugged her and your eyes locked onto Bucky’s for a second and his breath hitched. How you always managed to look so beautiful every time he saw you, he didn’t know.

           His palms started to get sweaty as he realized this would be his first time actually talking to you. He only ever looked at you from afar and now he was worried he was going to make a fool of himself. Before he knew it, you were walking toward him.

           “Good afternoon, Mr. Barnes.” You greeted with a smile.

           He gripped the stroller a bit tighter as he tried to steady his rapid beating heart. “H-hi.”

           He internally cringed as he heard his response. Great going, Barnes. Already sounding like an idiot in the first 5 seconds. He scolded himself. You just smiled at him and waved at Orion.

           “So, if you come over to the table we can talk about Jupiter’s progress.” You said gesturing toward the table.

           “O-of course.” Bucky said as he made his way over there.

           Jupiter played with some of the toys as you and Bucky talked. Bucky was practically bursting with pride as you talked about how well Jupiter was doing in her studies.

           “Um, there is one thing I am slightly concerned about, though.” You said as Bucky’s heart dropped in his stomach.

           “Wh-what is it?”

           You pulled a paper out from a folder and placed it in front of Bucky. His eyes scanned the paper, and he sighed. It was of a family, Bucky assumed it was their family. He looked closer and noticed the girl he was standing by resembled you. The caption below read: Orion, Me, Daddy, and Ms. L/n (Mommy).

           “My aid wrote the caption. I don’t quite understand the family situation at home, and I don’t want to be causing any discomfort.” You explained.

           Bucky shook his head. “Jupiter’s mother left after Orion was born. She didn’t want to do the whole family thing anymore. Last I heard she was with her boss…I think Jupiter is just associating her closest woman role model to her mother. I’ll talk to her about it.”

           “I’m very sorry Mr. Barnes. Well, other than that, Jupiter is an excellent student and I enjoy having her in my class.” You said looking over at Jupiter as she drew on the whiteboard.

           Bucky gently shook you hand before standing up. “I’m glad. And I’ll talk about to Jupiter about the picture.”

           “Sounds good. And it looks like I’m finished with parent-teacher conferences for today.” You said before scooping up some papers.

           Bucky turned to Jupiter with a smile. “Well, Jupiter, looks like we’re getting ice-cream tonight!”

           “Yay!” She exclaimed before looking at you. “Can Ms. L/n come too?”

           Bucky’s eyes widened and you shook your head at her. “I wouldn’t want to intrude on your night.”

           Bucky cleared his throat and ran his fingers through his hair. “I don’t mind.”

           You looked between Bucky and Jupiter before sighing. “Alright. Let me lock up and then we can go.”

           Bucky tried to keep his excitement down as he pulled out his phone.

Bucky: Hey, Steve. I’m bringing Jupiter’s teacher for ice-cream.

Steve: What?! Good for you, man! Guess you don’t need me to come then.

Bucky: I still want you to come.

Steve: No, no. This night is for you and Miss Teacher. I’ll be anxiously awaiting the details.

           Bucky chuckled as he read the text. No doubt Jupiter would tell him everything. Bucky smiled at you as you looked at him and he knew this was going to be a great start.

#Bucky Barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #james buchanan barnes #james bucky buchanan barnes #james buchanan barnes x reader #single dad bucky #teacher reader #modern au #hailhydra920 #fluff #bucky fanfic

[allysm0llbean]

A couple years ago, I got a waffle maker for Christmas, and it came with a booklet of recipes for different kinds of waffles. There was one for chocolate waffles, and so I decided to make some chocolate waffles because my dad always puts blueberries in pancakes and I was sick of it. The recipe ended up making more waffles than expected. My dad didn’t want any. I ate a bunch to get rid of them. Then my stepmom comes home, and she brought me a big pizza sub from subway. I forced myself to eat it because I didn’t want to get yelled at. (I got yelled at a lot for stupid things). And then I went to work. My stomach hurt. I eventually ran outside the back doors of employment and puked, instantly felt better, but still went home. I had too much to eat. I dunno. There’s so much media and I’m so bored of it and I feel like I’ve consumed too much media in my lifetime to where I wanna puke and I’m only 20. Hope this makes since.

#overstimulated #social networks #consumption #social media #information #sick and tired #im sick #sick #overwhelmed

[nikkiliddi]

December—a busy, whirlwind month.

I: hosted a Christmas party for our friends, ate at the Cheesecake Factory for the first (and last) time, got really into the World Cup, and ate a ton of Grandma’s tangerines.

My mom came to visit, and we had a nice trip up north with lots of heart-to-hearts and way too much whiskey. We spent an evening with my brother and his kids, which made me feel like the grinch when his heart grows three times in size. We drove down to Santa Barbara and spent the night with Carly, meeting her BF and demolishing an insane amount of food at the place where he works.

We had a cozy solstice at home and spent Christmas Eve in Bellflower, celebrating Nicholas’s second birthday with rainbows and “man-man.” On Christmas, Andrew and I spent the day at home by ourselves. I kept the traditions alive—starting the morning with Nat, overfilling the waffle maker, going for a long walk, etc. The day after Christmas, my dad and his wife came to visit. We went out for pasta and came home for lane cake, another tradition from even before my time.

Later this week, we’ll see my grandma, aunt, and cousins. We’ll celebrate the new year with friends and meet the newest Serna. But for now, I am le pooped. I’m ready to read and puzzle and snooze my way through the rest of 2022 ✌🏼

[cosmicretreat]

Got a waffle maker for the first time in my life. When I was a kid, my parents made it sound like waffles were this complicated thing that you couldn’t just casually make at home, so I missed out on this tasty excellence unless we were at a restaurant. I grew up eating Eggo’s and for a long time they were one of my depression foods, but they’re absolute shit compared to real waffles made from scratch (fuck Bisquik, dad) and cooked in a waffle maker and finished off to perfection in the oven. With all my mental shit, it’s a triumph to find out I can do something that my parents, for selfish reasons, made me think was so fucking complex I just shouldn’t bother. They were the same way about fudge, and it is surprisingly easy to make, and now I make it every Christmas like my grandma did. I hope you all get to make something you never thought you could and feel fantastic about it.

#me

[lindsaywesker]

Good morning! I hope you slept well and feel rested? Currently sitting at my desk, in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day. Welcome to the working week although, for those of you in the NHS, welcome to just another day!

Yes, you know what I’m going to say. Yes, I’m very predictable. I apologise but … what can I say? I had a brilliant weekend! Yes, my team lost 4-0 but, as a West Ham fan, I am used to it. Our signature song is ‘I’m Forever Blowing Bubbles’ and the lyric reads – I kid you not – “Fortune’s always hiding, I’ve looked everywhere, I’m forever blowing bubbles, pretty bubbles in the air.” In fact, in my house, there were glum faces everywhere! The Trouble and my son are both Man Yoo fans!

As my workload is so insane, I spent much of the weekend creating PowerPoint presentations. At 10.30 on Saturday night, while most of my friends were out shaking their money makers, I was behind my PC writing copy and designing slides. One day, I’ll be able to retire. One day.

On Sunday morning, I woke up at about 4.20 and couldn’t get back to sleep, so I watched ‘Match Of The Day’, had breakfast and began to work. The Mighty Josiah woke at around 7.00 and I toasted him his waffles.

As I had just dropped The Trouble to a friend in Northolt, I went to Sainsbury’s in Alperton. Never been there before. It’s a very big shop and, on a Sunday morning, a busy and noisy shop. I behaved like the typical male, no browsing, got what I needed and got the hell out!

Naturally, Josiah wanted to go to the park. Yes, it was bloody freezing! Everyone was wrapped-up warm but there were still kids that wanted to play. Come rain or shine, you know what kids are like, they want to run and climb and jump. Naturally, Josiah latched himself on to a pretty, mixed-race girl and she seemed more than happy to play whatever game Josiah wanted to play. He’s one of those kids that takes control, designs the game and writes the rules. His dad tells me that, on Valentine’s Day, little girls actually made cards, gave them to him and proclaimed themselves his girlfriend! Poor kid, he’s only eight!

Naturally, we all enjoy the exchange of information and, as we know, some of it can sometimes be quite salacious! The one thing that always worries me about a gossip is that you have no real idea how discreet they are. I mean, if they are gossiping about someone else to you, maybe they are gossiping about you to them? Some people enjoy gossip a little too much! Me? I am very discreet; I’m holding on to many secrets and they will die with me, so I really detest people that are indiscreet. If you share something with me, it remains between you and me, full stop.

Many thanks to everyone that listened to the show on Saturday afternoon, and many thanks to those that will listen to any part of it on Mixcloud. Executive Producer on The Letter M (Part Two) is the party girl herself, Barbara Jones.

Too Much Information Tuesday is back tomorrow. As you know some information is just too much!

Let me close today with a Jewish joke and this is why I love Jewish humour so much. A man tells a Rabbi, "I have a strong desire to live to eternity." "Get married," replies the Rabbi. "It's that simple?” says the man. “Would that allow me to live forever?" "Not really,” says the Rabbi, “but the desire will disappear."

Have a marvellous and momentous Monday. I love you all.

#mixcloud #mi soul #dj #music #new blog #lockdown #coronavirus #books #weekend #democracy #brexit #cronyism #election #radio

[ryansbedroom]

My 2022 in a nutshell!

2022 has been a smorgasbord of ups & downs with the highest highs and lowest lows for all the right reasons.

January: I received a mini talking Oshawott plush that came all the way from the United States still in mint condition after 10 years! Then I built the LEGO 10290 Pickup Truck (which I could've done it months earlier so my grandfather would have an interesting reaction but it's too late now). I drove all the way to Milang so I could take a closer look at a coveted Lightburn Trailer! I even gave the seller some spares. Dad & I went saw The Addams Family 2 at Mainline Drive-In which closed its gates for the last time. I finally upgraded to a better phone; a Samsung Galaxy A25 which performs way better than my older one.

February: I got started on my Lightburn Trailer project by buying a vintage Campbell tail lamp still in mint condition with its original box! The Radio Rentals building on Main North Road in Prospect was demolished. Oreo released a special edition design themed to 'The Batman'. At Grill'd, I also tried their special 'Bruce Wayne Burger'. Bought LEGO's blue edition of the Fiat 500 just to take advantage of its differences.

March: At the Garden of Unearthly Delights which turned 20, me and a buddy named Vincent saw Unusualism starring Raymond Crowe. At Gluttony, dad & I saw Just Floyd which was a fantastic Pink Floyd cover band. I made my first Pikachu Waffle with the waffle iron I bought from Zing. Bought LEGO's 10298 Vespa 125 scooter and it only took a couple of hours to build! The house where my grandmother lived for more than 20 years in Greenock was put up for sale as she moved to a retirement estate in Nuriootpa. I had a wonderful time at WOMADelaid's 30th Year though I had to leave early at 9pm as I had work the next day. Dad & I saw Midnight Oil at the Adelaide Entertainment Centre. This was (I think) the first time I saw a show there in 20 years!

April: Bought some goodies from the Comic & Toy Fair at the St Clair Rec Centre in Woodville.

May: I had lunch with Vincent at the Gilbert Valley Hotel in Saddleworth which had decor stuck in the 1970s! Coles at the Central Market closed its doors after operating for more than 50 years. Classic buses came for a visit at the St Kilda Tramway Museum and I had a few rides on bus 1540! The ANZ branch at Ridgehaven moved to Modbury after operating for many years.

June: Went to the Mega Toy Fair at Wayville and bought a few nostalgic things including LEGO's Highway Rig from 1986, a vintage Corgi ice cream van still in top condition and a bag of Dazzeland cups! Saw Top Gun: Maverick with my dad at Hoyts for the first time in LUX! The state's dine-in Pizza Hut in Marion closed its doors forever after more than 40 years. Dad & I went to the Gov in Bowden and saw Steve Hackett: Genesis Revisited (which was worth a two-year wait after they postponed touring due to COVID!) The TREG trailer factory ceased operations due to poor sales. But I've managed to grab a few maker plaques and have them coated.

July: Went to Brixpo at the St Clair Rec Centre which was bigger and better than before and bought that coveted FJ Holden Ute which was a 2014 Brickvention exclusive! Also had a wonderful night at Illuminate Adelaide. Had a bounce at the state's only Flip-Out in Smithfield which closed its doors after nearly five years. Saw Gorillaz and later; Synthony at the Adelaide Entertainment Centre. Both were absolutely awesome!

August: The ford on Mulkarra Street in Ridgehaven has been upgraded to a low-level bridge which should mean flooding will be very less likely during wet weather. The road & cycle safety centre in Ridgehaven underwent an upgrade including replacement of all the signs and new paths. Bought a few things at the Fisherman's Wharf Markets in Port Adelaide which (yet again!) closed its doors for the last time! Went to the Gawler Show for the first time in a few years. Then I saw KISS at the Adelaide Entertainment Centre with Vincent. I was so delighted to fill that space in my lifetime.

September: On my 32nd Birthday, I got the new LEGO Ferrari Daytona SP3 and the Chevrolet Camaro! I had a wonderful time at the Royal Adelaide Show and I was so glad it returned after a two-year absence due to COVID, only to be overshadowed by the death of Queen Elizabeth II at the age of 96! Several days earlier, I knew she wasn't going to last any longer. It was truly the end of a very ambitious era! Still, she was BORDERLINE LUCKY to celebrate her Platinum Jubilee. Went to the Scott Creek Cemetery where Harold Anderton Lightburn's grave is just a few days after the 20th Anniversary of his death.

October: For the first time in only six years, I've been in a wave pool at Mildura Waves! And I even managed to take footage with my GoPro! We were originally going to travel to Wodonga to visit Uncle Tony & Aunt Heather. But however, the most-unexpected happened as Victoria and other parts of eastern Australia suffered major flooding, forcing us to change plans and instead, we went all the way to Wallaroo and then Port Lincoln.

November: I've taken footage of Hamilton's 'Sizzler' ride being setup for the first time in my life! Purchased both Pokemon Scarlet/Violet from EB Games. My mother turned 70 and I gave her a tin of Lindt Lindor balls!

December: Finally bought my first Knight Rider merch; Playmobil's Light & Sound K.I.T.T. from ToyWorld. I tried to attend the Civic Park Carols but it was too wet! Saw Avatar: The Way Of Water in 3D on XtremeScreen! Got great xmas gifts including LEGO's Atari 2600 model, a Pikachu-style Grilled Sandwich Maker and... A POWERED BICYCLE! Now I can ride to and from work without wasting petrol!

Other notable achievements: The former 'FLAG' semi-trailer (seen in Knight Rider) was found lurking in Arizona after 36 Years by the Knight Rider Historians! So both semi and trailer will be worked on which will take a few years! After 25 Years, Ash Ketchum has become the GRAND CHAMPION! However, it's now officially the end of an ambitious era as Ash Ketchum's epic journey came to an epic conclusion! Though I may still vow to stick to Pokemon to the very end!

We will remember: Queen Elizabeth II, Jason David Frank (a.k.a. the original Green Ranger), Olivia Newton John, Robbie Coltrane, Shane Warne, Meat Loaf, Peter Robbins (original voice of Charlie Brown), Emilio Delgado a.k.a. Luis the handyman, Taylor Hawkins, Gilbert Gottfried (a.k.a. Iago the parrot), Ivana Trump, Anne Heche, Coolio, Loretta Lynn, Jody Miller, Dietrich Mateschitz (Red Bull founder), Terry Hall

And that's about it for me. I would like to wish everyone on DeviantArt a very Merry Christmas and not just a Happy but BETTER New Year 2023! Don't forget to leave your comments below, subscribe and I'll see you all in the year of the National Railway Museum's 60th Anniversary!

#2022 #in review #in a nutshell #looking back

[cesium-sheep]

christmas record :v

from friends I got: (so far, I know there are a few more with projects either in progress or in the mail)

a kirby backpack from rou and the baby

a cute seal ornament from mana (who informs me she's named selkie and is a local celebrity)

some very cute pins from diane (a few little pills and a flower, and also a flower sticker)

from mom I got:

mast cells united by amber walker

a big bottle of skinfix chemical/mechanical exfoliant

a $50 etsy giftcard

from dad I got:

a new miniature house kit

a bright yellow daisy notebook

a yarn bowl

a couple skeins of 100% alpaca yarn

from matt (and somewhat also from arin) I got:

bubble waffle maker yay :D

those fidget toy animals I saw at target

a kirby coin pouch

3 palm pals (sheep, shooting star, axolotl)

a kirby digital watch lol

a kirby cup that I’m gonna use for cromolyn

a bear balloon ball

some nice house slippers that shouldn’t scrunch my feet

a big set of bath bombs

a big set of body lotions

a sketchbook

a box of banana pocky

the wheelchair hotwheel

a 1/2kg of fancy spaghetti

a big bear hooded blanket

a pair of enamel pins (a lucky cat and a bell)

which were wrapped with 3 lottery scratchers

a 1929 copy of Alexander and Some Other Cats

also jackie got some greenies from her box and matt also got her a new bag of greenies that he wrapped and put under the tree for her while he was here last XD

now I will put everything away and eat cinnamon rolls.

#christmas #gifts #long post #readmore

[sommer-girl]

Thursday, November 3 — The Gift that Keeps on Giving: Make a list of 10 items your character has received as a gift and describe what the item means to them (if at all).  

TRANSCRIPT: Hey friends! I got a bunch of books for Christmas (and some other stuff, and, uh, some gift cards, which I used to buy books of course!) So I thought I’d do a little haul and show you everything I got!!!

Okay, so first, I got a gift card! Which was really nice of my dad because he doesn’t really know what I like to read, which is, like, fair. I mean, it’s not like he’s gonna read this kind of stuff. He works in politics and he is super busy all the time, and honestly I’m sure he doesn’t have that much time to go shopping for stuff in general, so it’s kind of a win win! And I got myself a bunch of books to take to uni with me, Elinor Oliphant and One Day in December and The Switch by Beth O’Leary... they are probably only gonna last me, like, two weeks, but it’ll be a piece of home!

He also got me a bunch of stationery and stuff, which was super nice too, because we all know I need to get more organized. Like, I’m gonna be going to uni! Real, in-person uni! I gotta get my act together with studying! So I really appreciated this. Look how cute they are! We got a set of blue and black pens, and they’re yellow, which is a color I love, and a matching yellow planner, and all these cute little sticky notes that I can use for remembering things!

And then, okay, this isn’t a book or anything, but I just wanted to show you all this cardigan that my mom made me! It’s so pretty, look at all the little snowflake details around the collar, and it’s such a pretty color of dark blue. It’s a little big on me, but I think it will be really cozy and perfect for late nights in the library. Ahh! I’m gonna get to go to the library whenever I want! Sorry, I’m just so excited!!!

Okay, back to books! Gerta got me this uni cookbook, which I think is going to be a lifesaver because, as we know, I’m a horrible chef. But how bad can you mess up a microwave meal, right? I don’t think our dorms— ahhh, I’m going to have a dorm! Sorry— I don’t think our dorms have individual kitchens, but I think we have a communal kitchen we all share. But I think we’re allowed to have microwaves. So I’m excited to try some of these!

Gerta also got me this cute little waffle maker! Which is sooo great because I’m gonna miss Norwegian waffles so much when I’m in England. It was really thoughtful of her. Let’s just hope I don’t burn the dorm down!

And then I got this really sweet package from my sister! I don’t get to see her that much, or, like, really at all, actually, because she lives in England, but she always sends me these really cute packages for Christmas and for my birthday. Anyway, she got me allll these books on my TBR which was so sweet of her, like you can tell she just went right on my blog and got the ones I wanted! I miss her a lot but, uh, I know she’s... busy and stuff. Anyway, this was really sweet of her.

She also sent me this gorgeous bookmark! It has my initials engraved in it, see, and it’s a really pretty fake leather material, and it has sunflowers on it! My favorite kind of flower. I don’t know how she knew that. But it’s not, like a secret, so... [shrug]

Okay, next up, my cousins! I don’t get to see them a lot either, but they know I like to read, so they got me this gorgeous edition of Little Women! That’s one of my favorite books, and oh my god, just look at how pretty the typeface is, and the binding, and the illustrations... ahhh, I just really nerd out about this stuff. 

And this is the fun part, I got some books in my BookTube Secret Santa! So this is from Maisy, all the way from the United States, and it’s the new Good Witch Azura book, which I have been trying to get my hands on forever. And Maisy knows that because I have been DMing her nonstop about my predictions and now I finally have it! And now I can’t go on Twitter for, like, two weeks because I can NOT be spoiled. Nobody post spoilers!

Finally, I also bought myself a little present, because you should always treat yourself, so this is a little book club-scented candle, because I love my online book club, and I like to think this is what an in-person book club would smell like! It smells sooo good, guys, like nutmeg and cinnamon and stuff. Very dark academia. So, uh, yeah! That’s my little gift to myself. 

#swynwrimoemma #swynwrimo2022

[sullys-nose-hair]

Ticci toby x reader part one

@little-carrotcake @oreosplease @xxcha0t1c-racc00nxx @nonotthebasement

Humming my favorite song with my high pitched feminine and CUTE voice, I continued to mix the waffle batter with a spoon in my 1 inch tall hands.

Waffles were always my favorite food so I had to make them every single day, for good measures. But I never get far obviously, no matter how much sugar I eat my waist is always 1inch and my stomach is always flat like aboard unlike my ass and tits.

Glancing down with my SEXY crystal blue eyes, I watched as my pale and CUTE hands moved fastly with the spoon.

It kind of reminds me when my dad would make me jerk him off every night, saying how my bug fat ass, humongous bandonkadonks and my flat stomach paired with my 1 inch waist were to much for him to handle🥺🥺

My ass jiggled with every movement I made and my tits were making a skin against skin sound as I moved to.

Men at my school always wanted to put their poles inside of my small, tight bussy because I'm so fucking (oh no I said a bad word🥺) hot.

Its not my fault I'm so pretty, but the girls at my school always liked to beat me in the middle of class bc men always wanted me and not them.

They never got detention and it always made me angy😠

So I simply killed them with my super amazing fire powers. Idk where they came from but they saved me from almost getting beat to death.

Though every night tears would run down my small, delicate and pale face bc of the memories.

I'm so depressed 😔😔😔😕😕😕👊👊👊💔💔💔💔💔🟥💔

Finished with my toe curling waffle batter I levitated it towards my big waffle maker, though it isn't as big as my fat as or huge melon, jiggily, folumpsous, big, huge, mouth watering mommy milkers it is still pretty big.

Waiting for that to finish I learned my 0.1 cm body against the kitchen counter, my big fat ass squishing against the serface, what can I say? My ass is fat.

When I walk down the hallways of my school boys always smack it making it echo throughout the school like a gun just went off, speaking of that.

My schools did once get shot up and I was supposed to be one of the victims since it was yet another girl jealous of my fat ass, giant mommy milkers, skinny thighs, flat stomach and 1cm wide waist but lucky I turned around in time and my fat ass protected me from the bullet🥺🤞

Fat asses save lifes.

Heheheeeh omg I'm so quirky for that🤪🤪🤪

Toby wobys pov

As I walked through the woods with my manly boots and steps I hear a godly, feminine, CUTE AND SEXY voice that made a shiver go up my spine and my toes to curl in my Brocken red shoes kept together by duck tape. My shoes are almost as brockean as me

It smelled like she, yes it's a she bc I said so, was making so toes curling, ass clenching waffles.

Running my 9'0 tall legs over towards the direction I look in the window and what I saw almost made me cum on spot.

Her long, blonde hair was flowing around her like she was some sort of God, crystal blue eyes watching her 7cm hands as they were wrapped around a spoon, aperantly making waffles, her big ass tire were flopping around like a dead fish and there was no doubt in my mind that the sound of her ass clapping filled the whole house, her beautiful white soon looked like the milky cum that would come out of my bussy destroyer 1000,yes sadly I don't got the newest version the 2000 like Jeffy Weffy but at least I don't have the 200 like BEN🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄, her flat stomach and 0.1cm waist were perfect.

Everything about that women was so perfect, especially her love for waffles bc I'm just a waffle loving ticcing freak as the others call me.

I'm not cold blooded serial killer, even though I'm a killer im as sweet as sugar🥺🤞

And I'm so fucking innocent I mean🙄

Staring at the THICK beauty in front of me I wonder what her toes taste like.

Not rlly funny but oh well🥺🤞

[phantomenby]

Happy birthday to you!

@sal3mswitch3s, sorry its a little short but I hope you have an amazing birthday tomorrow dude and enjoy lots of yummy food!

brrrrrrrrrr

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Your hand slammed down on the clock beside your bed, succeeding in silencing it as you tried to drown yourself back into the pile of blankets you had nestled yourself into. Your father had other plans as he shoved your door open, letting it slam against the wall behind it. Flinching you rolled over in an attempt to ignore him as he began to sing.

"happy birthday to you, happy birthday to youuuu! Happy birthday my dear munchkin, happy birthday to youu!"

He pulled you back towards him, shoving a lemon muffin in your face with a blue candle on top, eyes watching you full of love as you blew it out. Letting a small smile grow on your face as you took it from him, sitting up so he could wrap you in a warm hug, making sure to squeeze the life out of you.

Wheezing you wriggled in his grasp, "gee dad-" pushing him away while laughing, "waiting nineteen years to murder me seems like the worst financial decision ever." at that he thwacked the back of your head, eyes still full of mirth as he looked down at you.

"Yea yea, c'mon kiddo I made waffles, your fav-our-ite."

You watched him leave with eyes half-open, only deciding to leave once he mentioned the sweet treat, sliding on your worn-down slippers as you dashed through the house to the kitchen. Mouth watering as you smelt it, on the table was a wide selection of sauces and a large mug full of hot chocolate. But first you had business with the waffle maker as you headed towards it with your lemon muffin, holding it out to your dad so he could make the magic happen. It had been in your possession for years, the waffle maker that it, and throughout that time you had waffle-ified almost anything you thought wouldn't destroy it and had found muffins and cinnamon rolls reached a new plane of pleasure once they had been smushed down and cooked with it.

Snagging a plate and sliding one of the warm, thick waffles onto it, lathering it up with syrup and strawberries before folding it into a sandwich. You devoured it in minutes, not looking at your dad as he winced at you, your cheeks making you resemble a chipmunk as you attempted to chew.

"Do us both a favour and don't make yourself puke this early in the day kid, still got a liquor cabinet to raid later on." You nodded grinning sheepishly, remembering the plans you had made for later.

"Actually, pa I," stuttering as he turned to look at you, moving the cooked muffin-waffle-creation onto the plate you had put beside him, burning bright red as you rushed your next words out, "actuallyihaveplans."

At this he narrowed his eyes at you, knowing you hadn't mentioned anything to him, assuming you'd want to do the usual plans of getting slightly buzzed and watching horror movies with him.

"And who are these plans with?"

You gulped, "oh you know, da boys."

"Da boys?"

"Yeah..."

Placing his hands on your shoulders and bending down slightly to look into your soul, searching for any mistruth, "are you going to do drugs?"

Your mouth gaped like a fish, unable to answer as you stared up at him, trying to decipher if he was being serious or not.

He let go of you with a bellowing laugh, pushing your shoulder, "I'm kidding kid, it's ok for you to schmoke a lil' of the old juana from time to time, just stay away from the hard stuff alright."

You breathed a sigh of relief, gnawing on your lip as you pushed your dad away from you, he gave your head a pat and handed you the muffin, telling you to go get dressed so he could enjoy the day with you before you went off to hang out with your new friends.

Of course your outfit was already planned, Marko had given you a lesson in looking as cool as him when you first met and you loved matching your style to his. Choosing some high wasted, faded jeans and a pink crop top that was loose around your chest, opting to wear some soft white socks and a pair of clunky boots that added an inch or two to your height. And the pièce de résistance: your blue jean jacket that was covered in patches.

Turning in front of your mirror you, making sure it was all fitting right before you headed out with your da to the boardwalk, lest the fashion police find out and turn you in. As excited as you were to spend the day out with him you were thinking about your compadres who would be trapped in the cave until nightfall, forever grateful that you were born nearer the end of the year where the days weren't as long as those in summer.

-

By the time the sun had begun to go down you were well worn out, having spent the entire day on your feet, snacking on doughnuts and hotdogs as you walked through the market that was beside the boardwalk. You had bought some shirts and a new pair of shoes that had flowers painted on them, along with a few books you would probably share with Dwayne and a couple cassettes that Paul would definitely try to steal from you. Your dad had opted to head off once the nighttime crowd had begun to build up, handing you a twenty-dollar bill before driving away with a small wave.

Heading down to the end of the boardwalk you opted to sit with your legs dangling over the ocean, leaning against the railing and watching the sun disappear along the horizon. Within the hour your boys would be with you and the fun would truly begin. For now you were content to let your eyes rest a little, smiling softly.

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You awoke with a start, jumping as you turned to your left and finding baby blue orbs staring into the side of your head as lithe fingers gently prodded your side. Paul grinned pulling you up and into a hug, swinging you around as your feet left the floor below. You giggled holding onto him until he let go, wrapping around him in a tight embrace as he breathed into your hair. As soon as he let you go you were wrapped up in the arms of the smaller blonde, he was much gentler and nuzzled his nose into your neck affectionately as he mumbled 'happy birthday bug' in your ear, tickling you with his warm breath.

Once you had backed away slightly you looked around for the other two, frowning once you noticed their absence and glancing to the grinning blondes in a silent question. They said nothing as they grabbed onto you, Marko hooking his arm around your waist and Pauls around your shoulder as they led you to god knows where.

"We have a surprise for you tonight bud," Paul spoke to you in a sing-song tone as he led you back to where the rides were, looking down at you bashfully as he and Marko began to tell you of their plans to make you go on every ride with them at least twice. As you walked they began to rub soft circles into you with their thumbs, the loving gesture making you lean into them, happy to be with your boys again.

They had first dragged you to the Big Dipper, refusing to leave the front row of seats as it ended, not that the attendant would do anything about it. Something you had learnt about the boys was that people knew not to disrespect them, constantly in fear of the consequences that would surely follow. The boys had told you what they were over a year ago, after you had asked Dwayne if he was ok once you saw his chest covered in blood only to find not a single mark on him.

You hadn't talked to them for a week after that, but the gnawing feeling in your chest that had built up brought you back to them and into their waiting arms.

After going on some smaller coasters and the famous ferris wheel that overlooked the rest of the town, sandwiched between the two blondes, they had taken you for a final ride on the carousel. Lifting you up and sitting you on a large blue pony, taking a seat on the stallions posed on either side of it. It was childish but still your favourite after all these years of living in Santa Carla, as it began to spin round you spotted the two who had been missing from your group most of the evening, and David wiggled his fingers at you. Him and Dwayne taking the distraction of the attendant as an opportunity to hope the small fence and climb aboard, strolling towards the three of you and sitting down on the wooden sleigh that could fit them both snugly.

Turning to greet them they both smiled at you, Dwayne was holding something in his hands, a small package wrapped in a bow that you were itching to open. David on the other side of him had already begun smoking and you only hoped it wouldn't get you kicked off.

"Hey lovebug, I got something for ya," turning to Paul you watched as he presented something to you, a red envelope. Looking at him confused you slowly took it, yeah he could be a bit of a sap while high but you never took him as someone to buy you a lovey-dovey card.

Opening it you laughed when you saw what was on the front, the words 'This card is good for one assassination' written over a small illustration of Paul stabbing someone, that part must have been Marko's doing. Inside was a small plastic baggie containing two lavender-infused blunts, your favourite, something you had taught the boys about once you realised everything they smoked was cut with either cocaine or tobacco.

The words inside melted your heart though, you knew they were written by Dwayne but were sure the rest of them would have spent hours thinking about it.

I will love you

as long as the sun

burns in the sky,

as long as the moon

shines its light

into the dark night,

until the raging

blue oceans become

calm and run dry.

I will love you every tuesday

and every saturday,

and everyday ending with a y.

I will love you when it is hot

and when it is cold.

I will love you whether

you are near

or far

I will love you for eternity

whether it ends today

or lasts infinitely.

Tears fogged your vision as you read it, fingers ghosting over the words, not noticing that Dwayne had moved to stand in front of you. He began running his hands through your cropped chocolate locks in a comforting manner as he brought your head to lean against your chest, wrapping your arms around him you said a muffled 'thank you', nuzzling deeper.

They tugged you off of the carousel as it came to a stop, wanting to move away from the prying eyes of the other riders. Dwayne crouched down in front of you so you could climb onto his back, wrapping around him as they walked to the beach where a small bonfire had been set up earlier. A cooler was by a log and full of soda, beer and a bottle of fancy whiskey Paul had stolen some time ago in preparation for today.

It had been a long time since they had celebrated a birthday, you always went to see your extended family in previous years and they had stopped counting some time ago. For them, every night was a party. But tonight would be special since it was your night, and they loved you dearly.

Dwayne had moved you to sit on the beach in front of him once he sat down, circling his long legs around you and keeping you tucked in as he handed you the gift he had been carrying. It was an original copy of Dracula by Bram Stoker, the 1897 edition you had been dreaming of since Dwayne had shown you his collection of classics, of course they weren't classics when he got them. Running your fingers over the worn yellow cover you bit your lip, wondering how you could get so lucky.

"Thank you, I love it," leaning up as he bent down your lips met and he placed his hand on the back of your neck, the coldness of it sending shivers down your spine as he pulled you in. A howl cut through your romantic moment as Paul enjoyed the show. Pulling away you threw a shell at him, while Dwayne growled in irritation.

"Don't stop on account of me babe, we're all lovers here."

"Cut it Paul, c'mon pass me a beer I'm getting thirsty," David spoke over him as he noticed your face getting redder, he thought by now you would have gotten used to his teasing nature but you were still so soft. It was cute.

You all began to settle down, each drinking beer as Paul lit up a blunt of his own, passing it around so you could all chill out with him.

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It had been at least two hours, or more, you couldn't be sure. You had moved away from Dwayne and were now lying down on the sand with Paul, pointing out funny shapes in the sky only you could see. He had laced one of your blunts with something strong, Dwayne hadn't appreciated it but by the time you'd all realised you were too far gone, he'd just have to make sure his baby was safe.

So there he was sat a few feet away watching you, Marko was stood skipping stoned and David was lying down with his head in Dwayne's lap, letting him play with his hair as he blew smoke up at him. It was sweet.

Serene, just seeing them would have made your night but getting to see them relaxed and at peace was rewarding.

Marko gave up on his throwing, heading back over to you and pulling you into his arms, standing an inch or two shorter than you. He began to sway, curling his arms around your shoulders and pulling you down so he could dance with you. The other three watched on, looking at you with love, they wouldn't trade you for the world.

As the night went on you would dance with each of them, even David joined in as he twirled you around until you got dizzy, by the time you had finished you were getting sleepy so he dragged you down into the soft sand where you could cuddle.

There you were curled up into him, your other mates coming to lay with you, each making sure they had some contact with your skin as you all gazed up at the sky.

"Guys," they hummed eyes flickering to you.

"I love you," they murmured the words back, echoing them in your mind as they nuzzled closer, purring quietly.

The perfect night, with your perfect mates.

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Stop Pretending (TFATWS)

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Genre: Romance, Angst

Summary: The reader thinks she's doing a stellar job of keeping her feelings for a certain soldier buried deep inside. Turns out, all it takes is an observant new friend to begin the unraveling of her most precious secret (Spoilers for TFATWS)

Masterlist

Word: Pretence

Definition: A way of acting that is intended to deceive people.

Example: Saying that he's just a friend when he's really the love of your life.

Your POV

Being caught in the midst of war is something that I, (Y/N) (Y/L/N)  know all too well. As a war vet, former shield agent, and now Avenger I'm used to being centered amongst conflict. When the fight begins within me though, a battle between what I want and what I think is right, how will I react? Will I listen to my heart, my head, or will the winner be chosen for me?

Delacroix, Louisiana.....

I love my sleep, always have, always will. It's not necessarily the comfort of the bed, the quiet or even the rest. It's the fact that I'm at peace when I sleep. My life has a tendency to fall apart when I'm awake, so anything that will put that off for as long as possible I savor.

I wish it were the same for a certain super soldier in my life. I look forward to going to bed, everything calms down then, and for most people it's the same. For Bucky however, it's when everything starts, the nightmares, the terrors, the seemingly unending darkness. If only I could take his pain away like he has with mine.

For the last few weeks, my life had, for want of a better word, been hectic. Hectic to say the least.

After the eventual defeat of Thanos and the loses we endured as a result, I thought naively that life might calm down a bit, that I'd have time to breathe, to live. How wrong I was.

It all began with John Walker being announced to the world as the new Captain America.

I was baking cookies with Morgan in the Stark family kitchen when it came over the radio. As that latest turn of events sunk in, my first thoughts were of Bucky, what that would do to him. Not even an hour later I had said my goodbyes and was on my way to help him get the shield back.

Since then even more had happened. We'd regrouped with Sam, busted Zemo out of prison which in turn ruffled the feathers of Ayo and the Dora Milaje. We came face to face with Morgenthou and the Flag Smashers, and finally witnessed the man who thought he could even compete with Steve, make himself judge, jury and most significantly executioner.

After that went around the world we knew we had to end it sooner rather than later. It couldn't get much worse than Captain America becoming a murderer. We got the shield back, which was a fight all in itself. Handed Zemo over to Ayo, to try and recompense for the distrust we'd instilled in the people who'd helped us so much. Then we travelled to stay with Sam and his family in Louisiana whilst we waited for Karli's next move.

This is where we found ourselves now, in the eye of it, the calm before the storm.

Waking up in the Wilson households guest room, I was greeted to the golden hue of the rising sun penetrating through the single glaze windows, and the melodic sounds of gulls on the hunt for their morning meal down by the docks.

Actually, no that's not right. What I could hear was most certainly not birds, and it was definitely not melodic. What were those boys doing?

Quickly and quietly I threw on the first clothes I could get my hands on and made my way downstairs towards the noise. What caught my attention when I discovered the source, was not the two youngest Wilson boys playing with our newly reacquired shield in the living room, but the super solider who was blissfully ignorant to it all, sleeping peacefully on the couch in front of them. I don't think I'd ever been so happy.

"Right you two, if you're determined to play Avengers all morning then I suggest you re-assemble in the back yard. You're gonna wake Bucky up," I whispered out in one breath, stepping between the boys, then placing my hands on their backs and tip toeing them towards the door.

"So what if we wake him up? It's gone 10am," Cass questioned in protest, pulling on his sneakers and jacket.

"Exactly! Which is why if you do as I say, I will make you the biggest plate of waffles for breakfast that you've ever seen."

The boys eyes lit up. "Can we have ice cream with it? Mum never lets us have ice cream for breakfast, and I'm sure there's a tub of Stark raving hazelnuts in the freezer," AJ clapped in muted excitement. "Oh, for God's sake.....Yes. You can have whatever you want if you get out of this house now and keep the noise down."

Once the boys were outside, I made my way over to the kitchen, stopping on the way to lean over my favourite senior citizen and make sure that he was still peaceful in his slumber. He'd never looked so relaxed, so at ease. It was a brand new Bucky I'd never seen before, a Bucky that had my heart pounding for him even more than it normally did. Not that he knew any of that.

Half an hour later and up to my elbows in waffle mix, I failed to notice my new friend and host Sarah making her way to my side at the counter, the huge smile on my face not going unnoticed. "What's got you grinning like the Cheshire cat, like I need to ask?"

"Bucky's sleeping. Isn't it amazing?" I spoke softly, bouncing up and down on my feet as I did so.

"And why is that?" She couldn't looked more confused if she tried.

"In all the years I've known him, I don't think I've ever woken up before he has. If his nightmares don't keep him awake all night, they normally have him up before the crack of dawn. I don't think I've ever seen him so still."

"Good answer," Sarah nodded in a hush, understanding why this meant so much to me, but not done yet with her morning interrogations, "Now on to my next question......"

"I'm already not liking the sound of this."

"Sleeping Beauty over there follows you around like a little puppy dog. He hangs on your every word, looks at you like you hung the stars or something. It's pretty obvious how crazy he is about you, so when are you gonna stop pretending that you're not head over heels in love with him?"

"I don't know what you're talking about Wilson," I smiled forcefully, making out like the waffle maker deserved my attention way more than the conversation I was being made to have.

This was all Sam's doing, without a shadow of a doubt. He'd tried to have this conversation with me on multiple occasions and I shut him down every time. He obviously hadn't given up like I thought he did, and decided to draft in his sister. He is seriously gonna regret it when I find him.

"Sure you know what I'm talking about. Sam sees it, I don't even know you that well and I see it. The only reason Bucky doesn't, is because he doesn't believe he could ever be that lucky. You're a smitten kitten." These Wilson's are all as annoying as each other.

Knowing I wasn't getting out of this one, I grabbed Sarah by the arm and pulled her right into the corner of the room, trying my best to keep this convo as private as possible. "Look, I'm not pretending.....I'm ignoring. There's a difference."

"Care to explain what that difference is?" Sarah spoke softly, but with a sarcastic air.

Turning to look over my shoulder at the subject of our conversation, making sure he was still safely in the land of nod, I decided to just be honest. Sarah was much like her brother. Once she wanted to get to the bottom of something she wasn't about to give up.

"I love Bucky, more than I've ever loved anyone...and that terrifies me," the rawness of finally being honest making my voice shake, and tears come to my eyes. "Nat was like my sister, and she's dead. Tony was the closest I've ever gotten to having a Dad...and he's dead too. Then there's Steve, Vision, God knows where Wanda is....Everyone I love, either leaves or dies. If I admit my feelings for Buck then I face the risk of losing him too."

"Do you have any idea how crazy you sound right now? He's not going to die because you love him (Y/N)."

Silent tears were falling now. I was revealing my deepest fears to a woman I'd only known a few days, and I'm not underplaying it when I say it was like a colossal weight off my chest, a release I didn't know I needed. "Believe me...I know, but I can't take that risk. I can't lose anyone else, especially not him."

"Let's just say for a second that you're right, that there is some higher power somewhere, set on destroying everyone you love. Do you really think ignoring your feelings is going to make them disappear?" I didn't know what to say to that. "Natasha and Stark died so that everyone could continue living, and (Y/N) you're not living as long as you keep this to yourself. They wouldn't want that for you."

"But what if I lose him?" I whispered with a choked sigh.

"Then at least he'll die knowing how you felt about him. After everything he's been through don't you think he deserves to know there's someone out there who loves him like you do?"

"Of course..."

Sarah's lips pulled upwards in a satisfied smirk, wrapping her arm around my shoulder and giving it a comforting squeeze, "then you owe it to yourself, and to him, to tell him the truth."

"Why do all you Wilson's have to be so clever?" I voiced in mock irritation, pushing her away from me and acting like I was annoyed she had gotten one up on me.

"I don't know," she thought aloud and with a cheeky grin, grabbing a plate to start piling on the long forgotten waffles, "I think it might be the sea air or something."

"Nah, it's in the genes," I chuckled quietly, grabbing my jacket and deciding it was time to get this conversation wrapped up. "I'll go find Sam and the boys for breakfast. Clear my head a little bit."

"You promise you're gonna tell him?" Sarah stopped me as I went to push the door open.

"I'll think about it."

3rd person POV

Once (Y/N) was out of ear shot, Sarah couldn't help but start jumping up and down in excitement, clapping her hands loudly as she did so. That went even better than she thought it would, and she was so proud of herself. Sarah Wilson could now add matchmaker to her resume.

"Coast is clear Barnes. You can open your eyes now."

(Y/N) had no idea what she had metaphorically walked into just minutes earlier, entering that very revealing conversation with her overly inquisitive host.

What drew Sarah to come down that morning was the sounds of both the front porch door opening and the smell of homemade waffles wafting up the stairs. As she entered the kitchen she was met with two sights. One being (Y/N), facing the counter and looking very smiley, the other being a wide awake super soldier who was just laying on the couch and staring at her, the sole object of his affection. Sarah could work with this.

Every time (Y/N) turned back in his direction, Bucky would close his eyes and pretend to be asleep again. He had never slept so soundly, so peacefully, thoughts of (Y/N) and his new friends filling his nightmare free dreams.

He'd initially woken to (Y/N) ushering the boys outside because she was afraid they would wake him up. He didn't want to disappoint her by proving her right. Besides, he liked just watching her move around the kitchen, completely unaware he was observing her the whole time. He had no idea about the conversation that was just about to happen.

After (Y/N) had left and Sarah had confirmed so, Bucky sat himself up, his body shaking with adrenaline and a look of complete shock fixed on his face. Had he definitely woken up, or had the whole thing been a part of his dream? Did (Y/N) seriously just admit that she was in love with him?

Bucky didn't know how to react, didn't know what to say as he looked up at a smug Sarah from his spot. All he'd ever wanted was for (Y/N) to feel the same way about him as he did about her. Now he knew that she did.

"You're welcome by the way."

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