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theabstruseone · 9 months

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I slept in and just woke up, so here's what I've been able to figure out while sipping coffee:

Twitter has officially rebranded to X just a day or two after the move was announced.

The official branding is that a tweet is now called "an X", for which there are too many jokes to make.

The official account is still @twitter because someone else owns @X and they didn't reclaim the username first.

The logo is 𝕏 which is the Unicode character Unicode U+1D54F so the logo cannot be copyrighted and it is highly likely that it cannot be protected as a trademark.

Outside the visual logo, the trademark for the use of the name "X" in social media is held by Meta/Facebook, while the trademark for "X" in finance/commerce is owned by Microsoft.

The rebranding has been stopped in Japan as the term "X Japan" is trademarked by the band X JAPAN.

Elon had workers taking down the "Twitter" name from the side of the building. He did not have any permits to do this. The building owner called the cops who stopped the crew midway through so the sign just says "er".

He still plans to call his streaming and media hosting branch of the company as "Xvideo". Nobody tell him.

This man wants you to give him control over all of your financial information.

Edit to add further developments:

Yes, this is all real. Check the notes and people have pictures. I understand the skepticism because it feels like a joke, but to the best of my knowledge, everything in the above is accurate.

Microsoft also owns the trademark on X for chatting and gaming because, y'know, X-box.

The logo came from a random podcaster who tweeted it at Musk.

The act of sending a tweet is now known as "Xeet". They even added a guide for how to Xeet.

The branding change is inconsistent. Some icons have changed, some have not, and the words "tweet" and "Twitter" are still all over the place on the site.

TweetDeck is currently unaffected and I hope it's because they forgot that it exists again. The complete negligence toward that tool and just leaving it the hell alone is the only thing that makes the site usable (and some of us are stuck on there for work).

This is likely because Musk was forced out of PayPal due to a failed credit line project and because he wanted to rename the site to "X-Paypal" and eventually just to "X".

This became a big deal behind the scenes as Musk paid over $1 million for the domain X.com and wanted to rebrand the company that already had the brand awareness people were using it as a verb to "pay online" (as in "I'll paypal you the money")

X.com is not currently owned by Musk. It is held by a domain registrar (I believe GoDaddy but I'm not entirely sure). Meaning as long as he's hung onto this idea of making X Corp a thing, he couldn't be arsed to pay the $15/year domain renewal.

Bloomberg estimates the rebranding wiped between $4 to $20 billion from the valuation of Twitter due to the loss of brand awareness.

The company was already worth less than half of the $44 billion Musk paid for it in the first place, meaning this may end up a worse deal than when Yahoo bought Tumblr.

One estimation (though this is with a grain of salt) said that Twitter is three months from defaulting on its loans taken out to buy the site. Those loans were secured with Tesla stock. Meaning the bank will seize that stock and, since it won't be enough to pay the debt (since it's worth around 50-75% of what it was at the time of the loan), they can start seizing personal assets of Elon Musk including the Twitter company itself and his interest in SpaceX.

Sesame Street's official accounts mocked the rebranding.

#twitter #twitterpocalypse #twitter fail #elon musk #fuck elon musk

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vroomvroomcircuit · 2 months

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Big Bird and his Cousins

(A/N): Thank you to @mclarengf for telling me about Big Bird getting shrunk and sharing the twitter thread with me

Summary: A small missing information nearly got Max and Lando into a fistfight aka this is my chance to tell more people about Big Birds eight international cousins

Pairings: driver!reader x f1!grid, but especially Max Verstappen and Lando Norris, Checo, Carlos and Zhou got more of a guest appearing

Wordcount: 1.3k

🏎Masterlist🏎

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Most of the drivers have no problem with driving in the rain. But in a downpour straight from the seven pits of hell? That’s something even Max Verstappen says “no” to.

A considerable amount of the grid stays seated in the conference room, where they just got told that qualifying will be delayed by at least several hours. As soon as they were dismissed, (Y/N) sprinted out of the room, uttering something about a small bladder and long meetings and how they clash in the worst way possible.

“Have you seen what they did to Big Bird from Sesame Street? They made him tiny for the past week!” Lando complains loudly to Carlos while scrolling through his twitter feed. But the Spaniard is confused.

“I don’t know who you are talking about, mate.” He thinks for a second. “Oh, do you mean Caponata? They made her small?!” Carlos’ face lights up, remembering the bird fondly. It’s not something you think about every day, isn’t it?

Lando looks at his friend with a befuddled face . “No, you muppet! Big Bird is a yellow bird that is very tall.” Max, who heard the conversation involuntarily, because the Brit speaks passionately loud about this subject, turns towards the other two drivers.

“I don’t know what kind of off brand Sesame Street you two have watched, but the real name of the tall bird is Pino and Pino is pale blue.” His matter-of-fact voice sets something in Lando off. It just doesn’t sit right with him that Max acts almighty and knowledgeable about a topic he read something himself with his own two eyes.

He gets up from his seat, taxing the Dutchman with a belittling up and down look. “If I was you, I would get my eyes checked, because Big Bird is a bright yellow! Watch out for color blindness.” Max also squares up, getting toe to toe with Lando, getting ready to shoot back. “I can show you how good my eyesight is the next time I’ll drive an orange car with the number four off the track.” “It’s papaya!” Lando pulls up the sleeves to his hoodie, getting ready for a fight that goes beyond spoken words.

“No!” Checo intervenes, putting himself between the two drivers. In the meantime the majority of the remaining people in the room put their attention on the, for now verbally, fighting men. “The name of the bird is Abelardo Montoya and the colors are green, red and a bit of pink. Stop arguing about stuff you know nothing about. Also, I’m older. So I'm right.”

His confident statement attracts the arguments from Max and Lando. “You are absolutely wrong!” “Big Bird is not green!” “No, because Pino is a beautiful blue color!” “Shut it, Verstappen, or I’ll show you the way your skin will bruise a beautiful blue!” “Step away, Norris. You are like 12 and build like a stick. You have not the strength to show me anything.”

“Are you sure? Let’s take this outside and I shove a stick up you a-” “What is going on in the house of commence?” (Y/N)’s voice cuts through the noise sharply. The room falls silent for several seconds until everyone tries to explain themselves at the same time.

“Big Bird is yellow!” “No, his name is Pino and he is pale blue!” “No, she is orange and yellow and is called Caponata!” “No, it’s a green bird, you all know nothing!” “Sh, be quiet, Checo!”

(Y/N) sits down on her chair again and waits for them to get finished scrambling to find an excuse to defend their ego. “Did you ask Pierre what Big Bird looks like for him?” She smirks.

Pierre also smiles knowingly, all eyes on him. “We call our Big Bird Toccata and he is white.” Especially Lando tries to defend himself and his Big Bird another time very loudly. But (Y/N) is having none of it. She put her hand over his mouth, muffling his protests while starting an explanation of her own.

“Did you know that Big Bird has eight international cousins? They are part of Sesame Street from other countries all around the world.” While she starts explaining, Lando’s face drops. “While most versions have a yellow bird like the Big Bird Lando references the whole time, they call them different names. In German he is named Bibo, ask Hülkenberg. In the Netherlands, Brazil and France, they got some versions of Big Bird’s cousins. I think in China they changed his name to the literal translation of Big Bird, but he still counts as one of the cousins. They explain it by calling them identical cousins.”

She throws a look to Zhou, who nods in confirmation and adds “His name is Da Niao”. “The cousins also live in Spain, Portugal and Turkey. Did you not know about this? I thought it was common knowledge. It was all over Twitter a couple of years ago. Now I see the threat every now and then again on tiktok with some minecraft gameplay in the background playing.”

Max mulls over the new information. “This explains everything.” Meanwhile Lando is a bit more shocked. “So I nearly got into a fist fight with Max Verstappen, because someone in some writer’s room decided to give Big Bird cousins and never said anything in the show?”

(Y/N) throws him a confused face. “What do you mean you nearly got into a fist fight? Those are muppets from a kids show! How can you pick a fight over muppets in different colors? They are not even real? In what way does this warrant to get physical?”

Well, if you put it like that, it sounds a bit irrational. Maybe silly even. Of course, no one says this outloud, but the faces all around are enough confirmation for the female driver.

“Gosh, that’s childish. But on the topic of Sesame Street: Have you seen the tweets about Big Bird being shrunk? I need justice for Big Bird!” And so a new discussion starts about the sense behind Big Bird being tiny.

A few hours later the track is cleared again after the storm eventually cleared up. Qualifying can finally start.

The interviews after are relaxed in a way no one expected and most of the newer drivers have never experienced before. Maybe it is the collective relief that qualifying is over without any more delays due to the weather or other problems.

“Coming to the last question,” the journalist closes up her post quali interview with (Y/N), “How did you pass the time until today’s session started? Did all the drivers have another Fifa tournament? Or was it Mario Kart this time?”

The female driver laughs a bit about the joke. “Oh no, not this time. I wouldn’t play Fifa with them anyways, I’m too competitive for that and not good enough at this game at the same time. But I’ll keep the Mario Kart idea in my head for the next skyfall rain. But today I was able to educate the boys on some Sesame Street lore, specifically about Big Bird’s eight international cousins.”

The reporter has a bemused face on. “I never heard of them.” “There is a link on the wiki page regarding Big Bird, dedicated to them. It’s amazing and super cute. Look it up!” (Y/N) winks into the camera.

This is the story of how breaking up a close call to a fist fight between two very stubborn drivers led to (Y/N) being a feature on Sesame Street. And how the trend of #justiceforBigBird across many social media platforms became a thing afterwards.

#x reader #reader insert #f1 fic #f1 x driver!reader #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #max verstappen x reader #lando norris x reader #x driver!reader

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mr-spotatohead · 1 year

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Sorry for bothering you, but what would it be like if the human reader changed the channel to watch another puppet cartoon, for exemple: Sesame Street.

( Would Wally be jealous? What would happen? )

-Green Feeling.-

Welcome Home x Viewer!Reader

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|Contains: Jealousy.|

Synopsis: You accidentally made friends with a TV character. You don't know how, why, or the motive for you to genuinely enjoy his company… Although… He is a bit… too attached to you. You like the puppet, the problem is that you are afraid of what he might do in a bad mood.

You wouldn't say that you are childish… Yes, you like things related to a smaller audience, but that doesn't make you less mature. People find it strange when you spend your free time watching cartoons or children's shows, which interact with the audience. You never found this a problem, until recently. When you came home exhausted, and left a puppet show playing in the background you had never seen before, you decided to watch it. It was a normal show, with a blue-haired protagonist who likes to paint and talk to the audience.

You thought it was fun. Although you were almost drooling on the couch from sleeping. Even in this state you still enjoy interacting with the puppet's questions. Answering each one with a weariness combined with animation. You remember telling the TV your name, and it answering you with Wally. You remember literally talking to this character. It was a dream, it had to be, that's why you didn't give it much thought. It was very pleasant and nice. Until the next day you were sure you weren't dreaming. But still this character kept talking to you as if it was normal. Should you have reacted? Yes. And did you? … You still can't believe that you befriended a TV character, maybe you went crazy and didn't notice? Perhaps. But it doesn't hurt anyone, and honestly, you don't really care how it's possible. Now you were surfing the channels of your old television. Bored, you looked for something different to watch. The show your virtual friend was on wasn't on at the time, so you were looking for something to watch. And then you found something unexpected. Another puppet show. And it was one you used to watch a lot as a child! You couldn't help but put down the remote to watch this beautiful show called Sesame Street. So many memories quickly came back to you. You had this in love look on your face, really. A few episodes went by. And there you were, sitting on your couch with a big smile on your face. Laughing out loud between character interactions. You remember this episode, this scene now was the funniest part. It was a character interaction between Elmo and Zoe and the most real character possible… Rocko. You were holding in your laughter as you watched Elmo lose his temper with a rock. "You can't have that cookie, Elmo. Rocko wants to eat it." You had your hand over your mouth waiting for Elmo's response. Laughing a lot when you heard Elmo say that Rocko had no mouth. Whereas a few episodes ago, you saw Elmo get grossed out because he had accidentally grabbed Rocko's 'butt' instead of its hand. You started having a laughing fit, you had simply forgotten how good this series was. Not noticing the hours passing by, you continued to watch. One episode after another. Having fun with just one children's show.

Although you did notice something strange as the episodes went on. You knew that your TV was a little bad in quality, but you could see a strange silhouette in the background of the episode. Did the image of some scene burn in and stay there temporarily? Strangely enough. It was familiar. Letting the time pass a little longer, you came upon another familiar scene, laughing lightly and preparing to laugh out loud after a funny interaction again, realizing that the silhouette was gone. You started to laugh out loud, but you never thought your expression would change so quickly. You soon interrupted your laughter for a loud gasp as you were startled after the screen made a loud thudding sound, with a familiar character in front of it.

Your heart leapt so fast that you could have sworn you were going to throw it up. Coughing lightly as you looked at the glitchy screen with Wally in front of you, even though he had a smile on his face, he looked extremely angry. A little annoyed, you pinched the tip of your nose as you realized that it was only Wally, who had purposely hit the TV screen to scare you. Now you knew what or rather who that silhouette in the background was. Taking a deep breath, you huffed an irritated snort and leaned your torso forward. Speaking your displeasure. "Wally! That wasn't funny!" You let out a heavy breath as you watched the channel change on its own among the others until it reached the intro of Welcome Home. Ah yes, your virtual friend can control the channels on your TV. Not only that, but he can manipulate any electronic device within his reach. Your cable phone being one of them. Crossing your arms, you watched the intro go by and Wally appeared inside his house with his arms crossed too, with the same grumpy expression. You watched him tapping his foot on the floor impatiently. Watching you with an intensity that you had learned to get used to. "You know what else isn't funny?" The puppet finally spoke up, pointing an accusing finger at you, causing you to raise an eyebrow. "Replace me!" Wally accused you, his voice not as monotone as usual. It seems that this caught him in an unexpected way. You frowned sharply after his comment. "What?" You shook your head, not understanding. "Making me wait. That's not very neighborly of you, (Name)." Wally sighed loud enough for you to hear, you watched him walking in circles inside the small scenery on the TV. "I can't believe you decided on your own to watch something else when I was here!" Wally seemed to start talking to no one specific, since he had too much on his mind to look at you. That's when you realized. What time was it? Looking at the clock on the wall made you suck in breath through your teeth. Yeah… The time passed quickly. You looked back at the puppet on the TV, you frowned slightly. You knew Wally was a little… too clingy. You thought the reason was because no one really interacted with him. Literal. Since you were the first adult person not to avoid him after you found out he was real, you kind of became Wally's focus. Then you sighed, running your hand over your head. "Uhm… You're right, I really was late. I am sorry." You said looking at the character who stopped walking. "But you're exaggerating that I replaced you. I was just watching another show."

Although Wally was quietly watching you when you were speaking, your final words caused him to turn and move his arms around. "You were just watching another show?! (Name), you don't need another show to watch." The TV screen filled with glitches and you could no longer see the stage behind. Wally's figure was now close to the screen. Staring at you. "That show won't make you laugh like I do. That show won't cheer you up when you need it like I do." Wally raised his hand and touched the TV screen. His voice finally softened, along with his gaze. You swallowed dryly, looking at that puppet who had a great attachment to you. "(Name). I would give anything for your smile. So please, don't watch any other shows again." You stared at Wally in an awkward silence that made you sigh, a little nervous about the current situation. "Wally," You began, looking at the puppet who didn't break eye contact with you. "I'm not going to replace you or anything else you're afraid of. And if making you calmer means stopping watching other shows…. Then I guess I can do that." After you said that the TV went into a series of glitches that took a good few seconds, which made you a little worried. But then the screen soon returned to normal with the same classic Welcome Home scenario. And Wally had a big smile on his face. "Perfect! Well, now that this is settled. Tell me about your day!" Satisfied with your words, the puppet started a normal conversation. Making you try to ignore this situation. Well, your virtual friend is a bit demanding. But he is nice. It's easy to say that after this event you couldn't find another children's show on your TV, as if they mysteriously disappeared. Except, Welcome Home.

But this doesn't mean that you won't watch other shows and cartoons outside your home.

-no but, Elmo losing his shit over a rock is everything-

#welcome home fanfic #wally darling wh #wally darling welcome home #wally darling #welcome home x you #welcome home x reader #welcome home self insert #wally darling x you #wally darling x reader #welcome home x y/n #wally darling x y/n

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muppet-facts · 4 months

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Muppet Fact #954

T.J. is learning to speak Tagalog with his grandmother.

Source:

"Sesame Street: Showing Confidence with Kal Penn | Word of the Day." Sesame Street. YouTube. May 7, 2023.

#muppet facts oc #jim henson #the muppets #muppets #muppet facts #fun facts #sesame street #childrens tv #TJ Sesame Street

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cherrycherryking · 1 year

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Wally x gardener puppet? Idk the concept to me seems cute,,,,

the concept is SO cute!! I know it was just supossed to be wally x reader but i looove concepts for welcom home characters!! like, how would you interact with the neighboorhood? what stuff would you teach?

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wally darling x gen!reader (platonic or romantic!) + drawings

Gardener Puppet Reader

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✧You're a puppet like Wally or Julie! Your little house is mostly took over by the garden behind it, and most of your segments take place in your work table.

✧You talk about...well, plants! Easy ways to start kids on gardening with plants like beans or herbs. Your segments crossover to recycling and all things around taking care of the planet.

✧For this reasons you would often appear with Frank when it got to talking about insects or more technicalities about plants like bees or their life cycle! With arts and crafts to reuse trash Julie and Wally would accompany you :)

✧When not in your house you could be seen taking care of the flowers around the neighborhood, stocking food on Howdy's store or bringing fresh produce for Poppy's baking segments!

✧Look!! Its You!!! (or just an outfit idea)

✧Only gray so you can decide the color palette. I also thought it would be funny for you to be a scarecrow but that i leave up to you.

───────────.★..─╮ Wally x Reader part!! ─..★.───────────╯

✧As said before, Wally would appear in your segments about recycled projects

✧I like to think that Wally is really good at all types of paintings but not so much with arts and crafts.

✧Everytime hes your co-host the camera will be looking at you doing an explanation of the steps, cut to wally and:

✧Home has pretty white flowers outside, so you take care of them :) A good couple of episodes start with Wally looking out the windows or getting out of Home and saying finding you there!!

✧One day you decided to gift your friends some pretty plants, and for Wally you decided on an Aloe.

✧He's so so happy with the gift!! He promises to take good care of it.

✧It was nothing really, Wally has always been a dear person to you. He was so calm and smooth and charming that you couldn't help but want to hang around him all of the time.

✧And it seemed he thought the same about you,

✧Your patience with his mess ups, your sweet words of encouragement, the care you took of Home so its flowers and bushes were always healthy made his heart melt!

✧That's why he looked so sad when you opened the door after you heard his knocking.

✧"I am so sorry y/n, the plant you gifted me died :("

✧He kept apologizing but you stopped him, telling Wally it was okay! It wasn't yours but his, and you didnt felt angry or anything.

✧"Aren't you mad at me?" "No, of course not! If anything, i'm more curious about how it got like that..."

✧You gave Wally an Aloe plant on purpose. He was a little uhhhh lost some times! head empty, so you choose a plant that would do just fine with little care.

✧But it seem he took too much care of the Aloe. It got like this thanks to overwatering.

"Its okay" you told him, holding his face on your hands. "You just worried too much for the little guy."

"Oh- haha, I ruined because I overdid it?"

"C'mon! You didn't ruined it. Lets go to the back, i'm pretty sure we can still save the aloe. This time i'm going to give you a better guide to take care of it."

His gaze softened, leaning his head to one of your hands. "That sounds nice..."

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can you tell how excited i got with this? can you tell?!?!?! it was so fun omg

PLEASE!! pleasepleaseplease send me more asks about ideas for you all self insert! tell me if you want a puppet or like a human costar like sesame street.

#if...if any of you draw your s/i with that outfit #i will be legally obligated to kiss you all over the face #ALSO!! +10 points to you if you identify the csm reference!!!#silly guy that gets so obsessed w something he overdoes it #wally wally blood and dolly <3 #welcome home #welcome home arg #welcome home puppet show #welcome home wally #wally darling #wally darling x reader #request #my art

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livingbreathingdreams · 9 months

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❤︎ Lemon Over Ice

Pairing: Bartender!Captain Syverson x f!Reader

Summary: Sy just wants to adore you.

Warnings: A little angst, a little fluff, some allusions to violence, alcohol consumption.

A/N: This one is inspired by Adore You by my sweet sweet man Harry. It’s a little rough around the edges but I’m just playing around right now. I hope you’re having a nice day 🧡

It was packed and loud at the Drink & Jive, like on every other Friday night. Sy was behind the bar like always, drawing beer on tap and pouring whiskey and Jäger shots. His usual customers did not really expect much when it came to liquor, as long as it was cold and cheap.

“Drink & Jive” what a ridiculous name, she had never liked it but right now it seemed especially obnoxious to her. The flickering neon sign in the door declaring to the world that the bar was open. When she came in someone was playing Don’t Stop Me Now by Queen on the old juke box in the back. Which almost made her snort at the irony. “I’m having a good time.” Yeah, right.

Slamming her card down on the counter she made eye contact with the burly man behind the bar when she told him to “Make something sweet and strong,” and to “Keep the tap open.” He slung the dishtowel, he had been using to wipe down the counter, over his left shoulder raising an eyebrow, because she usually just ordered a glass of wine and home fries; but he said nothing.

Her pink wide-legged pants were wet from the bottom up, and the rain had made a mess of her probably once neatly tied-up hair. The colour of the bright strawberry red lipstick looked far too joyful compared to her facial expression. If it wasn’t for the rain he maybe would have thought that she had cried before she came in. The spark that she usually had in her eyes was gone and the wanted to punch whoever was responsible for that right in the face.

She watched him cut and squeeze a lemon, pour simple syrup and Tanqueray. Ice and a lemon slice in a glass. Pouring the contents of the cocktail shaker over it and topping it off with some club soda. His hands were surprisingly delicate for their size. Thick dark hair and dark tattoos peeking out from under the rolled-up sleeves of his plaid shirt. She always liked watching him work, but today it was more a desperate attempt to distract herself from what had just happened.

“Gin Fizz. It’s sweet but still classy.” When they first made eye contact that day it was intense. His stormy blue eyes, keeping her gaze captive, and yet she didn’t feel the unsettling feeling of dread that creeps up your back and spreads between your ribs when a man is staring at you and makes you feel unsafe without even saying a word. It felt nice and warm.

Vodka shots and the bowl of sesame pretzel sticks he put in front of her and she ate, even though she told him she wasn’t hungry. She knew they must have been from his personal stash because he brought them from the back and usually the bar only served salted peanuts.

When there was finally a short break between orders he casually leaned back against the counter behind him, crossing his arms over his chest, which made him look even bigger, if that was even possible. “So, what happened?”

“I’ve been stood up. I was sitting there at that pretentious whatever fusion restaurant down the street, which he picked. And I drank chardonnay after chardonnay until I finally accepted the reality that he wasn’t going to come anymore and had to get out of there. The way the waitress was looking at me, like she knew exactly what had happened made it even worse.”

He wanted to touch her. His fingers along her cheek, his hand on hers. Because he’s never been good with words and touch was the only way he could think of making her feel better. She didn’t deserve feeling like this, unwanted. Because he wanted her. With all his being and yet he only ever saw her when she came into the dimly lit bar, sat down at the counter, and after the first glass of wine started talking about the third graders she was teaching, what she had bought at the farmers market and her friends’ horrible Tinder dates.

“You know Sy, you’re the only stable male presence in my life. I can always count on you being here and you always listen to me and you're always nice to me.” At this point, her speech was a little slurred but he could tell she was being sincere. That was the last drop in the bucket that gave him the courage to do what he did next. He pushed himself off the counter and took her hands into his. “You should let me take you out. I will show you how you should be treated if you let me. I would never stand you up.”

She just sat there and looked at him, with her mouth slightly agape for a few seconds, and then the first real shy little smile of the night spread across her face. Then he could see her wavering again. “But I don’t want you to do this out of pity.” He dipped his head down a little to be at eye level with her and looked directly into her eyes. “Listen to me. You are the nicest, most genuine, sweetest person I know. I’ve liked you ever since the first time you came in here and sat down on that chair. I would be honoured to take you out.”

Apparently, she believed him because she turned her hands in his, palm up and squeezed back. “Okay, Captain. I'll let you take me out.”

#captain syverson x reader #syverson x reader #captain syverson fic #captain syverson fluff #bartender!captain syverson #bartender captain syverson #fluff #angst #livingbreathingdreams #f!reader

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blainesebastian · 5 months

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butler's babies

ship: austin butler x female reader rating: PG word count: 2,197 summary: reader drops off their niece at daycare, turns out the owner is quite handsome warnings: none notes: i pass a place called 'butler's babies' on the way to work every morning and this idea just created itself. something short and sweet haha taglist: @stylespresleyhearted, @austinbutlermischief, @killerqueenfan

“Are you sure about this place?” You ask, balancing your phone in one hand against your ear while your other arm holds onto your niece, Layla. You’re helping your sister out with her two-year-old while she goes through a nasty divorce—figures it’s the least you can do. You’ve always loved being an aunt, would do anything for her, so if it means you have to wake up early on a Thursday morning and take Layla to daycare— “I mean, I can stay home from work.”

Your sister, Rachel, sighs and you can picture her shaking her head, “No, Y/N, you’re already doing me the favor of dropping her off, you shouldn’t have to take the whole day. Rick or I will pick her up after…” She doesn’t quite finish. “After.”

You wince lightly, looking at the cross street before turning the corner. You catch Layla’s gaze, smiling as she holds onto her stuffed bunny. She’s dressed in overalls today, bright red puffer jacket to protect her from the cold weather. She’s playing with the ears of her stuffed bunny, smiling,

“Momma!”

A soft smirk tugs the corners of your mouth, “Yeah, talking to your mom.” You lean over and press a kiss to her forehead, which is mostly just hitting the fabric of her beanie. She’s adorably bundled up, her nose a soft pink from the wind whipping around the buildings.

“Alright, well,” You clear your throat, coming up to the daycare, “If you’re sure.”

“I am—she loves that place. The guy that runs it is really sweet, hires some of the best daycare providers I’ve met, and you know I like to do my research.”

You smile, something fond as you adjust Layla along your hip, “I know you do—I just got here, I’ll talk to you later.”

“Oh,” She interrupts before you can hang up, “Also, the guy who runs it? Very good looking.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes, “Goodbye.”

She snickers, the tell-tale sign of the call ending by the following beeps.

You hover outside the daycare for a moment to slide your phone into your back pocket, your eyes skittering over the bright decorative paintings of Sesame Street characters holding welcoming signs and information—the arch above the doorway reads ‘BUTLER’S BABIES’. From what Rachel told you, the daycare actually specializes in newborns but will take any age up until five.

Glancing inside, you can see one large room that has a ton of toys, bean-bag chairs, one television playing cartoons and a few kids already milling around with some of the daycare hires. Letting out a breath, you push the door open and step inside, about to speak to someone in the gated area where the kids are but then someone comes out of the back, right to the counter.

“Hey,” He smiles and you kind of blink—not who you were expecting in the slightest to be at a place like this. Not that…not that men can’t be caretakers, of course, and you know a man owns this daycare but—

You shake your head, clearing dizzy thoughts. You just didn’t expect him to be…tall and incredibly handsome.

“Sorry, I hope you weren’t waiting long, didn’t hear the door open,” Then he smiles, recognizing the girl in your arms, “Hi Layla.” He gives her a soft wave and while Layla is usually shy around newer people, she brightens instantly at him—

“Bun!” She shows him her bunny.

“I know, I see you brought bun-bun today,” He grins, leaning against the counter, looking up at you, “Tea parties,” He says as if it’s matter of fact, “Bun-bun is always the guest of honor.”

A soft laugh escapes your chest and you set Layla down to take off her coat, “Oh of course, I’ve been to many of those,” You smile, removing her hat and fixing the wildness of her hair. You stand up and she holds onto your pants to remain upright.

“I can take that,” He says, holding his hand out to take Layla’s coat.

“Thanks, uh—”

“Austin,” He smiles, “You must be the sister, right? Rachel’s mentioned you before.”

I’m gonna kill her, “Yeah, that’s me—the sister. Y/N.”

Austin nods his head, his eyes brushing over you before he takes out a form for you to fill out. It seems to have simple information about you, best number for contact, things like that. Rachel’s already made you an approved person to pick Layla up if need be. You let out a slow breath and pick up a pen, trying not to watch Austin come out from behind the counter to greet Layla.

There’s really something about a handsome man with kids, especially when its clear he cares about them. He kneels down and talks to Layla about her bunny before offering his hand to her so he can walk her to the daycare room where the rest of the kids are. You fill out your information, giving Layla a wave when she turns to look at you.

Austin drops her off with a few other workers, who pull her into other conversations with kids that are already there. You linger at the counter, making sure she’s alright but…Layla is all smiles, showing other kids her bunny. A soft smile tugs the corners of your mouth, pushing the form back towards Austin when he gets back behind the counter.

“Will you be picking her up?”

“I don’t think so—I’m just drop off today.”

Austin smiles, glancing down at the form before filing it away, “Oh, well that’s a shame—I was hopin’ to talk to someone else who’s been part of these famous tea parties.”

It takes you a moment to realize that he’s flirting with you, a fluttering behind your ribcage like warm butterflies. It’s been a while for you, out of the dating game, not the best at picking up cues let alone carrying out other steps for yourself. But there’s something soft in the blue of Austin’s eyes, the easiness of his smile, the fact that he’s running a daycare.

“They are quite incredible, aren’t they?” You smile, “Though bun-bun uses far too much sugar, if you ask me.”

There’s a soft smirk, the recognition of an opening between you two and Austin steps right into it, “Oh it’s the biscuits for me—little bit of strawberry jelly.” At the crinkle of your nose, he laughs—it’s definitely a nice sound, “No?”

“I mean, you gotta go grape. Always.”

“I’ll remember that.” He smiles and your stomach does this flip-flop. There are actually a few seconds in which you wish you could linger but,

“I have to go uh, I don’t want to be late for work.” Austin nods, leaning back a bit as you turn but…before you get to the door, “Feel free to let me know how the tea party goes.” You motion towards the cabinet where he put your form, “That’s my cell number I wrote down.”

You can’t help but smile as you leave the daycare.

It only takes him to the afternoon to text you,

Austin: tea party was a disaster—out of sugar, jelly everywhere Austin: also you were right, grape is superior

A soft laugh leaves your lips as you leave work, making your way to the subway,

Y/N: I just really know biscuits

And then you take a leap that you’re not used to but…there’s nothing wrong with trying to take the first step, right? Especially after being out of the game for so long—

Y/N: would you like to get some sometime?

You meet Austin at the daycare and he’s held up by a set of parents who haven’t come to pick up a baby named Cooper, who he’s currently rocking in his arms, trying to get him to settle. You lean against the counter, a soft, amused smile on your lips.

“Sorry, he’s usually picked up by now,” Austin admits, shushing the baby gently as he adjusts him, “Should be just another twenty minutes or so.”

You shake your head, glancing into the daycare to see it’s empty for the day, some of the other workers cleaning up the space in preparation for the next morning. “No worries, I know the perfect place we can go—it’s open late.”

He hums, running his hand up and down the baby’s back, who’s calming slowly but surely. “And this place has biscuits?”

You grin, “I mean, there’s other things too but…they’re big and fluffy, buttery…perfect for jelly.” Your eyes fall to Cooper as he settles, begins to fall asleep against Austin’s chest—big oof. “So uh—what made you want a daycare?”

“This was actually my grandmother’s place but,” He looks down at Cooper, shifting from foot to foot, “She got sick and couldn’t maintain the business so, instead of selling I kinda just stepped in.”

Well that’s sweet, you didn’t expect that. “And changed the name?”

He smirks, “Yeah, it was ‘Berda’s Babies’ before…didn’t quite fit after I took it over.”

“Oh I dunno, you could look like a Berda to me.”

Austin chuckles lightly, raising his eyebrows before the door to the daycare opens. A set of parents come in, quickly apologizing for being late. Austin’s insistent that he doesn’t mind, gently waving them off before telling them he’ll see them tomorrow.

He grabs his coat, “Biscuits?”

You smile and nod, heading out with him.

Jacob’s Pickles actually specializes in, well, pickles, but they also make these incredible breakfast sandwiches with giant biscuits. It’s the best place to pick up said biscuits, biting into the fluffy pastry that crumbles perfectly. You secure a seat by a window, Austin taking another packet of grape jelly to tug open and spread across his biscuit.

“So, just curiously,” You say after a moment, “How is Layla doing?” Austin’s eyebrows draw together at the question and you give a little clarification, “My sister’s going through a divorce.”

You don’t expand but Austin nods, picking up his iced coffee to take a sip, “I figured somethin’ was going on with the unusual pick-ups and drop-offs, but Layla’s been great. She’s social, talks a lot, always smiling,” He shrugs, “Sometimes the kids we get cry often, which makes sense—new space, new faces, new schedule. Layla is never one of those kids.”

A soft smile tugs the corners of your mouth because that definitely sounds like your niece, she’s always been a happy child, you’d hate to think this messiness with her parents might somehow change her. Admittedly, you’re worried about it, you’re sure sooner or later it might disrupt Layla’s life—even if your sister is trying to end things amicably with her husband.

“What kind of work do you do?” Austin asks, steering the conversation, which you’re grateful for—you weren’t sure what else to say.

“I’m an editor for a children’s book company.”

He raises his eyebrows, “Really? You like that?”

You smile, “Uh yeah—I mean, I’ve been in it long enough that I’ve…kinda thought about writing my own.” You can tell by the look on his face that he wants you to continue, even nudges you with his foot underneath the table. You laugh slightly, “I’ve done this mock-up with an artist about a spider that doesn’t like to scare people.” You can’t help but laugh again, mostly out of embarrassment than amusement, “Like…all her friends like to.”

“That’s really cute,” The compliment makes your cheeks flush, “So why haven’t I seen it on bookshelves that I can buy for the daycare?”

Because I’m too afraid to put it out there, receive criticism, “Just…never got everything together,” You take a sip of your coffee, “You got any big dreams other than ‘Butler’s Babies’?”

“Acting,” He smile a little, “My mom used to take me to classes and auditions when I was little.”

“Well, it’s never too late.” You encourage, “Right?”

“Right,” He pauses a moment before picking up a half of his biscuit, “To it ‘never bein’ too late’.”

You realize he wants to cheers using biscuits and grin easily, picking up your half to gently tap against his.

The next time you drop Layla off, your niece is very insistent on you staying for a tea party. If it wasn’t for having a day off (and Austin’s blue eyes), you might have found the strength to decline. You’re seated on the floor in front of a pink tea playset, Austin across from you. You’re surrounded by other tea invites—bun-bun (of course), a Barbie, Ken who’s missing a shirt, a stuffed bear and two monster trucks (you try not to question those, but name them George and Marvin respectively).

“Can’t believe this is our second date,” Austin teases as Layla haphazardly pours them tea (you’re grateful the tea pot isn’t filled with water). “Things are movin’ pretty fast.”

You smirk, playfully taking a sip from your empty cup, “Need more sugar,” You tell Layla, and then to Austin— “Oh well, if you’re impressed now just wait until after the third date.”

“What happens then?”

“Guess you’ll have to see.” You smile, reaching for an imaginary biscuit.

#austin butler #austin butler x reader #austin butler x female reader #austin butler imagine #austin butler fic #elvis 2022 #mccall writes things

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thisapplepielife · 4 months

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Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles December challenge.

Best Part of the Day

Prompt Day 17: Platonic Stobin | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: None | Tags: S4, Platonic Stobin, Ride to School, Pre-Steddie

Steve honks the horn, and sips from his mug of coffee. It won't fit in his cup holder, so he has to rest it on his thigh. He honks again, and a minute later Robin rushes out of the front door of her house, towards his waiting car.

Arms flailing, she screams, "Hold on, I'm coming!"

It makes Steve chuckle. She's the one about to be late to school, not him. He's graduated. Family Video doesn't open for another two plus hours. He's got plenty of time to kill this morning, but he knows she doesn't want the tardy. He knows her like the back of his hand. The front of his hand?

His whole hand. For sure.

Robin fumbles with the trunk, and he watches as she unlocks it. It was just easier to give her the damn spare key instead of him having to get out every morning and unlock it.

She finally piles into the front seat, with a huff, "What are we waiting for? You're gonna make me late, dingus!"

He rolls his eyes.

"Good morning to you, too," he says, handing her his mug of coffee. He might as well. She's gonna take it from him, sooner or later. She always does. He opens the console, and hands her the bagel that he's wrapped in a paper towel, before leaning to look back over his shoulder, reversing them back onto the street.

He glances at her out of the corner of his eye, and she's alternating between drinking coffee, and eating the bagel. Getting sesame seeds all over the floor mat. He'll have to stop by the car wash and vacuum it after he drops her off.

"There's an away game tonight," she says, done with the bagel, and now holding his coffee in one hand, putting her mascara on with the other. He watches, not sure how she's doing it one-handed.

"Yeah, the kids have told me a thousand times, like I've somehow suddenly forgotten how a basketball schedule works since graduating," Steve says, annoyed.

"I have to ride the activity bus to the game, but if you can forge me a note again, I'll ride home with you. Dibs on the front seat," she says.

Steve laughs. He's been roped into taking Dustin, Mike and Max, and Dustin's gonna hate that she's called dibs, but fair is fair. Dustin can have the front seat on the way to Hartford City.

They head down the highway, and Robin tells him about her morning. He nods, listens, and analyzes more about Vickie than he ever imagined possible. It's a ritual at this point. She pines. He gives advice she won't take.

They argue. They banter.

Rinse, repeat.

Day after day, morning after morning.

But it's often the best part of his day.

He's trying to explain exactly why she should just go for it, when Steve catches movement out of the corner of his eye, and realizes they're about to be broadsided by a van, that as far as Steve can tell, has no driver.

Steve slams on the brakes, stopping short as the van whips onto the highway from a side road, cutting him off. The driver's head just barely popping into view, mere seconds before he needed to make the turn.

"Watch it, asshole!" Steve screams, slamming his hand on the steering wheel.

"Uh, Steve?" Robin says, and he turns to look at her, and she's wearing the coffee. Brown splotches staining her white blouse, running all over his leather seats.

"Are you hurt? Did you get burned?" he asks, patting her arm down, like that'll help.

"Well, it doesn't feel great! But I think I'll live," she says. "But I don't have time to go back home and change, I'm going to be so late. Detention for me, yay," she says sarcastically.

"Take off your shirt," Steve says, and she cuts him a look, "Not like that, Jesus, Robin. I don't want to see your boobies."

He snaps his fingers, and gives her the hurry up motion.

So, she does, and he takes off his shirt, too, and stretches his hand out to offer it to her. She takes it, and slips it over her head. It's too big, but she says she doesn't care, because that's the style, apparently.

"Thanks, dingus," she says, and he slides his arms back through the holes of his vest. No shirt underneath. He looks ridiculous.

At the school, they both get out, and Robin digs out her notepad, and turns around. Steve lays the notebook on her back, and writes the note, forging Mrs. Buckley's signature to get Robin off the activity bus on the way home.

"There, done," he says, swatting her on the back with the notebook, and she takes it and rushes towards the building, turning back towards him.

"Thanks, Steve! See you tonight!" she yells and then she turns and runs away from the parking lot faster.

"Yeah, yeah," he mutters, but he smiles as she goes.

"Nice fashion statement, Harrington," Eddie Munson interrupts, as he climbs out of the same goddamn van that caused this whole problem in the first place. He should have known Eddie "The Freak" Munson was involved.

Steve looks down at his bare chest.

"Well, I had a shirt until you cut us off and Robin spilled coffee all over herself," Steve snaps.

"I don't know what you're talking about, that doesn't sound like me at all. I'm a great driver," Eddie says, digging around and coming up with a black, metal lunchbox.

His drugs. Steve knows all about Eddie, and his dealing business.

"Yeah, sure you are," Steve snips, turning to get into the driver's seat. He has no interest in engaging with Eddie Munson at ten 'til eight in the morning. No goddamn way.

"Nice to see you, King Steve," Eddie snarks, walking awfully slowly towards the school for someone that nearly ran them off the road to get here today.

What a dickhead.

Notes: Eddie definitely saw Steve in that no-shirt/vest combo and when presented with the opportunity to see it again in the Upside Down, and in his own vest no less, he took it, lol.

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lemontines-writing-corner · 1 year

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wally darling x reader modern au series

Prologue

authors note: wally darling belongs to @/partycoffin, please support their work ! TW: SLIGHT SCOPOPHOBIA

>NEXT

Usual Day

(Y/n) had a normal life. Nothing too special; it is indeed very boring to work at an office. Dealing with papers and sorting out calls from customers, either it’d be a complaint or customer service. You do this Monday through Friday, 7 a.m. to 5 p.m., clocking in and out. Luckily for (y/n), today is Friday, and they entered their own cubicle as they took a seat and started up their computer, sipping their espresso that they made this morning. "Just have to get through this tiring day and it’s the weekend", you said, typing away, staring off the computer screen, focusing intently.

Finally, it was lunchtime. (She/he/they) typed up the last of their documents on the computer and grabbed their lunchbox and went to the break room. As soon as (y/n) sat themselves down, (she/he/they) put their heads down against the table, hearing their co-worker Everett sitting down next to them.

"Sounds like the sound of optimism", Everett sipped his coffee quietly, looking at you. You sighed out of exhaustion, "Mhm, totally enjoying this whole work day", sarcastically answering back at your co-worker as he let out a chuckle.

"Since it’s Friday, I thought you might like this thing I found", Everett said, taking out his phone and showing you a picture of a puppet sitting down on a stool, holding a paintbrush in one hand and a painting palette in the other. You perked up seeing the blue pompadour puppet; "He looks like he’s from Sesame Street", You looked into his eyes. They feel like he was staring at you.

"Close but not quiet, he’s from this old late 60’s, early 70’s cartoon show called Welcome Home", Everett scrolled through the pictures and showed you the whole cast, "So what’s the big scoop", You raised a brow as it piqued your interest. "Well, it was broadcast on some unknown channel at the time and disappeared into obscurity", Everett then proceeded, "although there was this website that is trying to restore this whole show, and I thought you might like it because it kind of looks like an ARG".

The word ARG pulled you in as you sat back up, you being into mystery, horror, cartoons, and arg fanatics. You didn’t hesitate to ask for the website: "Thanks, Everett, I’ll definitely check it out", With the link saved on your phone, you couldn’t wait to check it out on your laptop once you got back to your apartment. Everett nodded and noticed lunchtime was coming to an end. You realized you hadn’t eaten your lunch due to sulking and being tired of your job, so you quickly ate your sandwich and gulped it down with water.

When work was finally over, you clocked out as you took your keys out of your tote bag and went to the parking garage to look for your car. Eventually, once you reached home, you instantly flopped down on your couch, took a deep breath, and then decided to grab your laptop, which was sitting on the living room table. Luckily, you charged it before you went to bed, you were excited to enter the website name.

You were introduced to such a colorful website. Seeing the blue pompadour puppet and smiling, you read through every page and commented on the guest book. You managed to grab the links that you found throughout the pages; you'd have to admit it was sinister but eye catching. Once done, you left the tab closed and left your computer open. "Okay, I've had my fair share of looking through that silly website, I'm gonna go take a nap", you said to yourself and went to your bedroom leaving the door open and flopping on your bed.

Without a care in the world, you were in a deep sleep due to exhaustion from work. Little did you know your laptop that was sitting on the living room table, opened the welcome home tab. The same link you last typed in where Wally stares at you, but this time it was a spiral. Your laptop screen started to glitch as someone came out...

well I hope you like the prologue of this fanfiction! Sorry for the wait, let me know if you like this or not.

feel free to critic it too. I haven't been writing fanfiction in forever so I apologize if it didn't come ok !

as a thank you for waiting patiently and reading all the way to the end here is some concept art of Everett ^^

I also made a Spotify playlist for Wally Darling (of course this will be useful later in the story and I thought y'all might like it)

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wariocompany · 5 months

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I like that the Count is one of the few Muppets on Sesame Street who is not a child and also is like, decidedly not a child. He has his own castle and wife and shit. That's a Grand Pa. But like Elmo is like the Count is my friend :) and the Count is like Elmo is my friend :) and it's entirely genuine they spend entire days together and it's not like. Gramps lets Elmo chill at his place no it's two besties on equal footing counting things together of their own volition. I'm wording this poorly but it's like. Yknow

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nonspeakingkiku · 16 days

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Are there any books you recommend to read with kids who are non-speaking/unreliable speaking?

Yes actually. But only a few (haven't read as many as would like because lack of access).

A day with No Words (beautiful picture book)

Any of the books about Julia from Sesame Street. (can't think of names right now)

The reason I Jump (might be better for older kids)

The boy in the unruly body

These are all books Kiku has read and enjoyed and/or felt represented by.

Books Kiku hasn't read yet:

Jordan's World (book series by Jordan Christian LeVan)

Kiku is sure there are other good books too, maybe other nonspeakers on here could add books they liked/found relatable. @lavcommunicatez Kiku hopes it okay tagging you, but Kiku can't currently think of any other nonspeakers/nonspeaking/nonverbal people on here, because brain fog.

#kiku squeaks #special interest #autism #actually autistic #autistic #nonverbal #nonspeaking #aac user #apraxia #dyspraxia

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missvelvetsstuff · 1 year

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This is the first request I've ever received. I'm sorry it took so long. I really wanted to accept the challenge but was afraid it would suck. When I first started this I thought it might be too melodramatic but then I remembered it's Tumblr so that's impossible.

Hope y'all like it

Request 1

*****Like Steve cheated on his wife and when she found out about them he gave her the divorce papers and left her with their kids, and after few years the woman he cheated with cheated on him and he tries to get back to the reader and now she’s married to Bucky .******

Poor Choices

Steve Rogers x Reader, Steve Rogers x Sharon Carter, Reader x Bucky Barnes

Y/N sat up and stretched slowly right before she was able to turn off the alarm. The other side of the bed was cold, she was getting used to that. If it wasn't an early morning run it was a meeting or a mission or coffee with Bucky and Sam. Or something, always something. Steve had been less interested in her or their child since the day the doctor told them they were having a girl, he wanted a son so bad he could taste it and blamed her for having a girl.

When she tried to console him by talking about having more he scoffed at the idea, questioning her ability to give him a boy. She shouldn't have pushed but his reaction really hurt her so she had to tell him that the baby's sex was on the father. He punched through the wall right next to her head, the only time she ever feared him. She never told anyone but was more careful with her interactions with him.

She shook her thoughts off and went to take a shower and get ready for the day. It's Sarah's second birthday and the house would be full. Mostly with Avengers but her parents would be there too, they doted on their little princess. The fridge was full of Sesame Street themed food trays, she had 2 huge ice chests full of ice and drinks, one marked adults with beers, wine coolers and soda, the second with waters and juice boxes. She ran over all the details in her mind and was putting together her list for this morning when the bathroom door slammed open. Steve was home.

"Your daughter is whining again, you'd better hurry up and take care of her. I'm tired of hearing her cry" Steve spit out at her.

Y/N takes a deep breath "Ok Stevie, I'm almost done."

She hears him muttering something but can't make out what he says so ignores it, used to his demeaning words. Sarah almost never cried when he was gone, the house was mostly peaceful.

She stepped out of the shower and quickly dried off. She put on some shorts and a t-shirt to wear while she set everything up.

"Good morning birthday girl! Growing up so fast. Let's go eat before your aunts and uncles get here to celebrate your big day."

They slowly walked down the stairs and Sarah climbed up into her chair smiling "appy day mama!" She babbled. Y/N felt her heart bursting with love while also breaking that Sarah's own father had no interest in his only child. As soon as she had realized that Steve wouldn't get over her failure to produce a son, she had sworn to herself that she would do everything in her power to make sure Sarah didn't notice. She would make today the best day she could even though she knew Sarah wouldn't remember, she had even hired a photographer so that she didn't miss anything.

Y/N never gave up hope that Steve would remember that he loved her and go back to the attentive and passionate husband he was before, if he did there would be pictures of everything he had missed.

She heard knocking on the door and then it opened "Anybody home?" Of course it was Bucky. He was always there for important days with Steve and loved being Sarah's 'untl buggy'. His feelings for Y/N were more complicated but he had no intention of interfering with Steve's marriage so played the part of affectionate brother type but if Steve hadn't met her first....

"Untl Buggy!!" Sarah yelled, making grabby hands

Bucky grinned "There's my Sarah-bear" and kissed her on the cheek. He made a face "Pancakes, huh? Lotsa syrup?"

Sarah grinned and nodded happily while shoving more food into her mouth.

Bucky gave Y/N a kiss on the cheek "Hey Doll"

She smiled "Hey Buck. Thank you so much for coming early to help me set up. I never know what Steve has planned and I want everything to be perfect."

"No problem, you know I'm always here for you." He coughed and blushed "I mean for all of you. Sarah and and uh her dad guy. Steve, right."

She smiled at him "I know Bucky, thank you."

"So where should I start?"

"Can you set the tables and chairs up outside? I'll take miss syrup here for a bath-"

"No mama, Sawah no surp." Sarah protested

Y/N giggled "Sorry baby, just playing.

"Iss otay. Baf?"

"Yeah, let's go get ready for your party."

And Sarah cheered.

Bucky went to the den to find Steve "Hey punk. Come help set up for the party."

Steve looked at him, bored "Pass. I'm not into kiddie parties."

Bucky shook his head "Not even for your own kid? One of these days you'll realize what you're shrugging off and for your sake I hope it's not too late"

Steve laughed "Don't bet on it. I'm meeting up with Brock and the STRIKE team. I'll be back later"

"What about helping your wife?" Bucky pushed

Steve scoffed "I told her it was a waste to have a big party for a kid that won't remember but she insisted so she can handle it."

"Whatever, punk"

When the party was going full swing, the Avengers were all there with their families and the kids were enthralled, playing with Big Bird and Elmo.

Y/N's parents were chatting with Tony and Pepper, fawning over Morgan who was only a couple of years older than Sarah. Clint and Thor were playing super soakers with his kids and Nat.

Bucky heard shouting in the garage and went to check only to find Steve had returned with Brock Rumlow and Jack Rollins. They were all staggering drunk.

Bucky sighed and went up to Steve "Hey jerk, I think it's almost time for cake"

Steve took a sip from his flask, Asgardian ale Bucky was sure, and shook his head "No thanks," he slurred "I'm not getting fat like Y/N has. Her daughter is 2 years old and she still hasn't lost the baby fat." He ignored the sound of the side door opening when Y/N walked in.

"Yeah, I'm fat we get it Steve. Even though I've lost all but the last 10 pounds I gained." She shook her head when she saw his guests, Brock gave her the creeps "There's cake since you don't care about the kid the party is for." And she left the room.

"I'll stay out here" and Steve looked back down at his phone, smirking at a picture of a half naked woman with long blonde hair. He looked back up to show Bucky "Pretty hot, right? I bet she has a friend she could bring for you."

Bucky shook his head "Isn't that Sharon? I heard she'll fuck just about anyone. Jerk, you have a beautiful wife and daughter, why are you chasing skanks like Sharon?"

"If you think Y/N is beautiful, you can have her and I never wanted a daughter. I want a son and I definitely didn't want a fat chick in my bed. Sharon is still in great shape, tight and sweet, every inch." He grinned at Bucky who scoffed and left before he said something he would regret.

In the backyard Y/N was trying to keep up with the mess and keep the guests all entertained with some help from Wanda and Carol. She cleared off the table to make room for the cake and ice cream, set Sarah up in her high chair, then went into the house to get the cake from the fridge and light the candle. Bucky held the door open and started singing as Y/N came out of the house.

Sarah's eyes were wide and she was bouncing in her chair, yelling 'appy day sawah!'

When her personal cake was set on the tray she took in a big breath and blew the candle out, smiling at the applause before she dug into the cake with both hands.

After opening a mountain of gifts, Sarah insisted on playing with her new plush kittens and fell asleep sitting up on the couch, gripping them tightly.

She startled awake when Steve came crashing through the house, still obviously drunk, grabbing a handful of cake before knocking half of the table clean and laughing like a psycho. He grinned up at Y/N "See baby, I'm helping. This way your fat ass won't eat it and I might be able to fake it enough to get you pregnant with another brat."

The house stilled until Bucky and Thor grabbed Steve to take him to the den. Y/N was mortified and couldn't do anything but stare at the floor. Pepper helped her get Sarah and take her up for a bath, while her mom helped her change into pajamas and tucked them both into the queen bed in Sarah's room.

Later that week Y/N was organizing Sarah's new toys while Sarah wanted them all out so she could show her friends when they came over. They were working on cleaning the floor and all the shelves when someone knocked on the door, then opened it "Anybody home?" Bucky.

She went to greet him, confused "Hey Buck. What are you doing here?"

He looked confused back "I told Steve I'd bring back those games he loaned me. Is he here?"

Her face fell "What do you mean? Isn't he with you?"

"With me, doll?" He felt his stomach drop when he saw tears starting to fall.

"He told me he was at the compound all week, training exercises or something." She felt like her chest was hollow and her knees wobbled. She looked up at him through the tears "Bucky?" She sobbed as he caught her.

Damn Steve.

Bucky stayed with her, making sure she ate and helping with Sarah. He slept in the guest room and made breakfast for them in the morning. He left before lunch to take care of some things with Tony and made her promise to call if she needed him.

She was waiting on the couch when Steve came home late that night. He didn't even notice her until she cleared her throat. He glanced over at her "Why are you still up? Is something wrong?"

She took a deep breath "Where have you been, Steve?"

He laughed "I told you, training. Ask Sam or Bucky."

She shook her head "Bucky came by yesterday looking for you. Didn't know about any training. So who is she?"

Steve scoffed "She? What are you talking about?"

"You know damn well what I'm talking about. It's Sharon isn't it? She makes snide comments every time I see her. How long have you been screwing her? Huh, Steve?" She demanded tearfully.

"You know what yes it's Sharon. I've been fucking her since you failed to give me a son. I just can't bring myself to screw you. You're so fat you disgust me. It's like you got pregnant and gave up on looking good. Sharon takes care of herself and takes care of me no matter how she feels.

I already have an attorney, you can have the house, your car, the kid and child support but you have to sign right now and I walk away clean"

She couldn't breathe, how could he do this? She quit working to be the stay at home wife and mother he wanted. She sat suddenly "That's it? You can just walk away?

Fine, let me see those papers. I'll have an attorney look at it in the morning and let you know by the end of the day. You can stay with her tonite. I don't want you in my house."

The next morning she spoke to Tony who had one of his attorneys read over the divorce settlement and translated it to layman's terms. It was a reasonable settlement if you considered that he wanted nothing to do with her or his daughter, period. The child support was enough that she could afford to stay home. He also demanded that she stop using his name so she legally changed her and Sarah's last names to her maiden name.

Y/N signed and the divorce was final in no time. She stayed away from tabloids and entertainment news so she didn't see too much of Steve and Sharon's 'fairytale courtship' that always forgot to mention the woman and child he walked away from. Bucky was still a regular visitor, coming for dinner at least once a week and having regular movie nights when he wasn't on missions. The rest of the team dropped by occasionally and she had girls nites with Pepper and Wanda.

When Sarah's 3rd birthday approached Y/N realized she was in love with Bucky. He had been her rock when Steve left and a shoulder to cry on. He practically lived in the guest room. The clincher was a few days ago Bucky showed up and Sarah called him dada, both adults melted and the trio shared a laughing, crying hug.

The morning of Sarah's 4th birthday, before her party started. Bucky proposed to both of them, with their own rings, and of course they said yes.

Sarah told everyone as soon as they showed up for her party, proudly showing her ring off. Wanda and Pepper started talking about wedding plans almost instantly and Y/N felt overwhelmed. "I think we just want something simple. Close friends and family are all we need with us."

Six months later they were married at the lake by Tony's cabin and left Sarah with Pepper while they went on their honeymoon in Europe.

On Sarah's 5th birthday Y/N woke up as Bucky pulled her closer and kissed down her neck. He started reaching towards her panties when Sarah came bouncing into the room "Mommy! Daddy! It's time to get up. My party is soon and we hafta get ready."

Bucky grabbed Sarah and started tickling her until she was screaming then kissed her all over her face. "Then I guess we better get moving little girl."

Sarah protested "I'm a big girl daddy, not little anymore. 5 years old!" She showed him her hand with the fingers spread so he could see all five."

Bucky looked at her hand "Well I'll be, you're right" and licked her palm.

Sarah giggled "Eeewwww, Daddy. That's gross." And ran downstairs

Bucky leaned over to kiss Y/N "You heard the little tyrant, its time to get up."

Y/N rubbed her barely there bump "If you think she's a tyrant wait till we're dealing with a newborn."

Bucky rubbed the bump and kissed it with a big smile on his face "I can't wait, doll."

When all the guests were there Bucky quieted everyone down "I have an announcement to make-"

Sarah shouted "I'm gonna be a sister!!"

Bucky smiled "Yeah what she said."

While the team was asking questions about how Y/N was feeling and when she was due another guest arrived with a gift so large their face was obscured.

Bucky let them in "Gifts go on the table right here and there's food-"

When the gift was set down Bucky could see it was Steve and almost felt bad for him. Sharons infidelity had been all over the news. She had been linked with a number of different men.

He looked Steve in the eyes "What are you doing here? This is friends and family only and you're neither." He said coldly

Steve looked at the ground "I, I I uh just wanted to see my daughter and see how Y/N is doing."

"Your daughter? You haven't even spoken to her in 3 years." Bucky bristled

Steve rubbed the back of his neck "I know I know I don't deserve anything from them but I miss Y/N. I made a mistake Buck. Sharon is awful"

Bucky scoffed "I tried to tell you that before your dumb ass left but you wouldnt listen. I won't stop you from seeing them but if Y/N wants you put you're gone."

Steve nodded "I understand but why are you so protective?"

Bucky smirked at him "Follow me she's out back." He walked up to her, holding Sarah while Steve trailed behind.

"Bucky, what are you doing?" Y/N was confused until Steve stepped out feom behind him. She gasped "Steve. What are you doing here?"

"Why now after 3 years?" She questioned sharply "Oh, I know. I read about Sharon. Sarah and I dont need you in our lives. You made a choice 3 years ago and now you get to live with it."

He smiled "I just wanted to see you and Sarah."

Bucky put his arm around her and rubbed her bump. Steve noticed the matching rings they wore and sighed in defeat, leaving quietly before the rest of the guests saw him.

ETA:

4 months later, Steve turns on the news while drinking his coffee and sees his former best friend, ex wife, estranged daughter and a tiny baby in Y/N's arms as the anchor stated "The Avengers White Wolf, formerly the Winter Soldier, and his wife welcome a son, Buchanan James aka Beau. The couple already has a 5 year old daughter, Sarah. Isnt that a beautiful family he has, we wish them all the best."

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #james bucky barnes x reader #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #steve rogers x reader #sharon carter x steve rogers #angst

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sweetiesicheng · 1 year

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woozi - convenience store

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"you sound like you're asleep, jihoon," you commented as you walked down the street. you had headphones over your ears and your phone in your pocket.

"cause i am. what do you want, sweetie?" he asked, clearly a bit annoyed that he woke up to answer your phone call.

"oh, well, i'm heading to the convenience store to grab something to eat, but i guess i'll just see you in the morning instead," you said to him. "sorry,” you mumbled, hoping he wasn’t too mad at you.

"which one?"

"hm?"

"which store, idiot?" he asked, "the one where i found you crying over that guy in high school or the one where i found you with a sling after falling?”

"...i don't like you."

"how else am i supposed to differentiate these stores? you go to different ones every two seconds," woozi said and you heard rustling from his end. "whatever, i'm going back to sleep."

"loser."

"if i'm a loser, than you're an idiot."

"bye," you hung up on him and headed inside the convenience store. you started grabbing what you wanted to eat and paid for the items. you heated up everything and added water to the bowl of ramen you bought.

once everything was ready to eat, you sat at a countertop and started eating. music played from your headphones which changed as you pulled up a video to watch from youtube.

in the middle of eating, you felt someone take your headphones off, letting the device rest around your neck. you turned your head and saw your boyfriend, clearly half asleep but didn’t seem too annoyed.

"oh, hello."

"give me a bite," he said in almost a demanding tone. you moved the bowl in front of him, and he picked up your chopsticks and ate a bite of your ramen that was still in the bowl.

you noticed woozi was wearing one of his sleeping shirts with a hoodie thrown over.

he really came here in his pajamas.

you smiled at the thought. "should i buy another bowl?" you asked him as he finished the bowl.

"i'll buy another," he said and grabbed your drink to take a sip of it. "what kind do you want? same one?" he asked as he grabbed all of the trash that was on the countertop in front of both of you.

"sesame," you answered and he nodded. he quickly kissed the side of your head before walking away.

once woozi returned with another bowl of ramen plus some other food, he sat down on the stool next to you.

"i'm surprised that you actually came here," you said to him while waiting for the ramen to be finished cooking.

"cause knowing you, you'll stay here till the crack of dawn for no reason," he replied to you and yawned, "and i don't like it when you stay out alone, especially at this hour," he mentioned.

"i have my pepper spray and my knife, babe," you said while picking up your car keys that had the two weapons attacked to the key chain.

"still, you never know," he replied. "do you have work tomorrow?" he asked.

you shook your head and grabbed the bowl of ramen, removing the lid. "day off," you verbally answered and set the lid aside, "why?"

"you're coming home with me, and we're sleeping in tomorrow morning, that's why," he said before taking a sip of water.

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somethingclevermahogony · 3 months

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As Promised! A Recipe for Kipsha (Sort of)

Hello everyone! A few days ago I said that, as a way to celebrate reaching 100 followers that I would make one of the dishes from the setting of my WIP. And I did that! Kind of. You see it turns out that Sainsbury's or at least Google, lied to me, and so I was unable to find barely which was a necessary component of this recipe. Even worse when I returned home I found that the only wheat flour that I had was self-rising. And so, I did not make Kipsha (recipe here) which is eaten in the western and central parts of Kishetal, rather I made Kipisa which is eaten on eastern border of Kishetal and Makur in cities like Kutar and Nabi (shown below).

The primary difference between Kipsha and Kipisa is the grain used. Kipisa is made with rye while Kipsha is made with barley. In addition, Kipisa is often served with butter. Butter as a culinary ingredient is almost entirely limited to the eastern plains, where it preferred to or eaten alongside olive oil. Saramuk Ukishiya, meaning "Butter Eater" (Saramuk coming from the Lakuri word for butter, Shayram) is a common derrogatory term used to refer to those people living in the region shown above. The recipe is below the cut!

Kipisa

Kipsha or Kipisa or Kipcha is a kind of cake or biscuit commonly eaten by the wealthy and poor alike. It can vary wildly from soft and spongy to harder and more cracker like. It is a popular form of street food and can be served as savory or sweet. In savory applications honey is typically forgone and olive oil may be replaced with various varieties of animal fat. All varieties contain some amount of barley or more rarely, rye, however examples meant for nobility may contain up to 70 or even 90%.

The name Kipsha is a reference to the sesame and/or poppy seeds used in and sprinkled over the top. Kip being the Kishic word for seed or grain. Though it may also refer to an infant, thus part of the cake's association with fertility.

This recipe is for Sweet Kipisa, as it is enjoyed in the city of Kutar. A similar varient is eaten just across the mountains in Labisa, though here they make use of barley rather rye. It is this barley variety, Kipsha, which is my MC, Narul's favorite dish.

This particular variety of Kipsia is cracker-like, with a slightly chewy interior.

Ingredients

Note: For those ingredients which are not available on earth, approximate substitutes are provided.

The Cakes

(Note that Kishetal has no distinct set of measurements nor are recipes recorded. Recipes are typically passed down orally and differ greatly between regions and even families. Adjust ingredients to one's own liking)

1 ¾ cups Rye Flour

1 ¼ Unbleached Wheat Flour

½ cup Water

1 Tbsp Olive Oil or Untoasted Sesame Oil

2 Tbsp Sweet White Wine (Riesling or Muscat are suggested)

3 Tbsp Kafa (This Kishic yogurt drink can be substituted with equal parts plain greek yogurt and whole milk)

2 Tbsp Honey

1 Tbsp Red Wine Vinegar

2 ½ Tsp Untoasted White Sesame Seeds

½ Tsp Sinrian Cinnamon (Substitute Cassia Cinnamon)

¼ Tsp Ground Black Pepper

Toppings

1. This are meant to reflect Narul’s Preferred Toppings, though with the addition of more typically eastern additions

1-2 Dried figs chopped (Fresh figs may be substituted)

3 Tbsp Honey, warmed

2 Tbsp Regula Juice (Substitute 1:1 parts orange and lemon juice)

Ground black pepper to taste

Sesame Seeds to taste

Chibalan Salt to taste (Substitute: Flake Salt)

Torn mint leaves

Goat Butter, melted (Cow or sheep is also acceptable)

2. Other Toppings

Unsalted soft cheese such as ricotta

Yogurt

Dates

Crushed nuts (typically walnuts or pistachios)

Chopped Cherries or other fruits

Preparation

1. Combine all dry ingredients in a large bowl.

2. In a different bowl combine all liquid ingredients and whisk thoroughly.

3. Combine wet and dry ingredients, knead using your hands to form a firm ball, add water and flour as needed to achieve this.

4. Cover the dough with a damp towel and allow it to rest at room temperature for a minimum of 1 hour and a maximum of 4.

5. Preheat oven to 400 F or 200 C (fan 195 C).

6. Liberally dust a counter or large cutting board with rye flour. Dust a rolling pin or similar instrument with flour.

7. Place the rested dough onto the floured surface and roll out to approximately 1/4 inch

8. Using a biscuit cutter or knife, cut dough into cakes, these can be any number of shapes, delicately score the surface.

9. Place cakes on a covered cookie sheet making sure that they do not touch.

10. Bake for 10-15 minutes until golden or lightly browned.

11. Remove and immeditately apply melted butter, honey, and regalu juice to surface. Allow to sit and cool for at least 5 minutes (Kipisa is not eaten hot. The more time is allowed for the absorption of the toppings, the better)

12. Once cool, add additional toppings. It is not unusual at this point to add additional butter and honey, nor is it unheard to dip the cake in the regalu juice and butter while eating it.

13. Enjoy!

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