I've been working on Biker!Steve and Dove's first date and it's so self indulgent.
He's so patient with her and he's determined to make this date special for her. And I just— *bites fist*
OMG yes please!! I can't wait to see what you come up with!! 💛💛
It's been fun getting back to these two.
The word garbage sounds like it should mean clothing
It does! Or rather, it does come from garb. Garbage originally meant the small fabric scraps left over from tailoring--all the tiny bits that were too small to cut a pattern piece from.
Back when you generally bought fabric by the yard from a draper and then took it to a tailor to be made up, keeping the garbage was the tailor’s perquisite. Unscrupulous tailors were accused of deliberately cutting to maximize the garbage, which still had various uses in tailoring--as padding, or for backing buttons--and could also be sold for making paper.
That is DELIGHTFUL information oh my god!!! Oh that's my new favourite bit of trivia thank you so much
It was a place the elders would warn you about. Devalued by superstitions and old wives tales. But they always feared all that simply isn't a conservative, proper way to find yourself a good husband. You saw it as it was - a place to meet and mingle. Perhaps an adventurous night that becomes a precious blushing story as you settle in the proper life as the society wants it. Or maybe, as you secretly hoped, it would bring you love you deserve. Which is why you took a deep breath and stepped over the threshold. Into the all-monsters-welcome club. But there's always a grain of truth to the tales... Especially scaretales.
All coming soon!!! - between October 25th and November 11th
Author's Note: These stories are set for Halloween season, so expect a darker vibe. A twist on real monsters, not men dressed as monsters. Most of the fics will brush or directly include dub-con, following the "careful what you wish for" trope.
Oh, and some of the results of the monster-y polls didn't spark my muse, so I switched those monsters. Writer's privilege 😎
My tattoo artist told me his teenage son came out to him as trans by giving him a bunch of blue cupcakes and a greeting card that said "it's a boy!"
"That's cute," I said.
"It was NOT cute!" he snapped. "I thought he was pregnant."
Hey is the build a bear employee supposed to force us to jump up and down or are we getting hazed
as a build-a-bear employee it is my honor to happily inform you that we get to make everyone do whatever the fuck we want during a heart ceremony. jump to get that heart beating. rub that heart to your knees so your furry friend always needs you. rub it to your toes so it’s totally awesome! shake it up so it’s got enough energy to hang out with you all day! close your eyes, make a wish, and give it a kiss you helpless motherfucker
Look, reanimation is a Process, okay
“Reanimation is a process” is a sentence that just makes me want to play a Necromancer as a very deadpan Build-A-Bear employee.
booping Bee >:3
Bee has booped everyone in the house. No one knows where she learned this new game but its clear she's having fun.
Pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader, daughter nicknamed Bumblebee
She started with Mr. Tato and his people. Her happy, 'you gets boops and you gets some boops. More boops for you,' drift out of her room before she skipped out to find her bodyguards.
She told Nino she had a 'prise' for him, when he knelt down she booped his nose and ran off, giggling that she got him. She tricked Ronan by asking if he wanted to see what she had in her hand, even though he saw what she did to Nino, he still indulged her and bent down so she could tap his nose.
She told Francine she wanted to eat a snack but when the older woman leaned across the counter to give Bee the plate, the toddler poked her, yelled 'you gots a boop' and fled. Leaving a befuddled Francine and a plate of fruit.
She caught you when you were sitting down to paint. You were quicker than she anticipated, managing to retaliate before she could make her getaway. The two of you spent the next five minutes trading boops until she declared herself the winner with one final tap to your nose.
And now she's down to the final boss. Papa.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader
Word Count: 918
Summary: You have a late day at work and Bucky wants to walk you home.
Author's Note: This is just some softness because why not! Thank you so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰
Warnings: soft sweetness and fluff, maybe our reader feeling a little jealous and possessive hehe
The evening breeze ruffles the bottom of your dress, and the fabric tickles the back of your thighs as the scent of hot dogs and car exhaust drifts from the street.
You glance at the curb. “Where’s your bike?”
“Home,” Bucky answers simply as he takes your hand in his. “Thought I could walk you back to the apartment. You know…the old-fashioned way.”
So, I recently smacked my knuckle against a cart at work. It immediately bruised and swelled (I'm fine, that's not the point of this). It got me thinking how any of your Bucky AUs would react to reader coming home with a minor injury like that.
Chubby Alpha Bucky: So he felt your flare of pain through the bond and the only reason he wasn't already busting down the doors at your job to get you was your phone call reassuring your alpha that yes you're okay, yes you're going to finish your shift, yes you're sure Bucky.
So he turned the truck around and waited for you, ice packs, snacks and lotion on the coffee table. Grumbling the entire time, making sure that you knew through the bond that he's not going to be happy until he sees your injury.
Your car is still in drive when he flings open the door, he puts in park, unbuckles your seat belt and hoists you into his arms. You shouldn't laugh but he's so adorable when he's cranky and worried over you.
You show him your swollen knuckle and he vows to kick the carts ass. By the time you're actually in the house, you're crying from laughing so hard.
Bucky plops you on the couch, puts a snack on your belly and orders you to let him take care of you. He ices your hand and then massages it gently, his large fingers rubbing soothing circles over the tender skin.
