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greatapebroly · 1 year
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Did all the fluff and comfort fics on tumblr just crawl into a hole and die ? i can't find a single one that doesn't allude to sex or something 😭
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thebeerthrillers · 7 months
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Unlocking Flavor and Branding: The Rise of 19.2-Ounce Craft Beer Cans
Terrapin Brewing 19.2 oz cans on store shelves In the ever-evolving world of craft beer, innovation isn’t limited to what’s inside the can. Breweries across the globe are changing the game with 19.2-ounce cans, known as “Imperial pints” or “tallboys.” These larger-than-life cans are making waves in the industry for a myriad of reasons. In this article, we’ll explore why breweries are opting for…
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pahtoosh · 1 year
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an afternoon with Natty and cozy corner thoughts
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[image ID: a photocollage with pink borders. from left to right there are photos of a pile of white and pink stuffed animals, Sebastian Stan licking a spoon, and a pink sweater with the words "strawberry milk" on it. /.end ID]
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wc: ~1660 words
warnings: no plot. just vibes. the word "daddy" is used once in the beginning. Bucky carries reader.
a/n: when I say there is no plot I mean there is no plot. also I'm thinking of writing some Lee x little!reader fics, would any of you read that? I love Lee so I'll probably do it anyway but I am curious!
pairing: mafia!daddy!bucky x gn!little!reader
summary: a day in the life of Bucky's baby where Natasha babysits you for an evening
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Bucky was always grateful for his money, but he found a new appreciation for it when he met you. Before, he’d buy fancy watches and cars he didn’t need to feel something. Now, he was less interested in his personal spending and utterly devoted to spoiling you. 
Most of this spending was done on your playroom. Bucky made sure every square inch was exactly what you wanted. He even did the whole project himself, partly because he didn’t want to trust someone else with something this important, and partly because he wanted the pride of knowing that he did this for you. Him. Not one of his employees or some fancy designer. Just your daddy doing something sweet for his baby. 
You loved everything about your playroom; however, there was one corner that stood out. 
This corner of the room had one of those rugs protecting you from the hardwood, but you barely made contact with it because of all the other soft things Bucky had gifted you with. There was a beanbag chair, floor pillows, blankets, and so. many. plushies. It became your favorite part of the house. Whenever you felt overwhelmed or scared, coming to this corner and burying yourself under the weight of your fuzzy friends always helped. 
Bucky knew how much this space meant to you, so he made a silent promise to keep it well-maintained. He kept the proper plushie cleaning supplies on hand, and only his most trusted employees could wash the blankets and pillow coverings while you two were away. He also stuck to buying you stuffed animals that were made of a fabric you liked, large, and without any hard or overly detailed bits. He wanted you to feel like you were laying on the softest cloud. 
Not all of your plushies fit his rigid expectations, though. You had your plushies from before Bucky became your caregiver, gifts from loved ones, and if you saw a plushie you wanted, Bucky would always get it for you. Sometimes you’d get poked by a dragon scale or land part of your body on a dense plush and part on a flimsy one, but your stuffies were your friends. And you could simply say “excuse me, miss rabbit” and place her next to your stuffed lizard while you placed the much softer elephant plush behind your back. 
It was 5 pm and Bucky was on his way home. Natasha was lucky enough to be in charge of watching you while Bucky was working today. He always had at least one bodyguard stationed to protect you. You weren’t always aware of this, as Bucky didn’t want to scare your little self, but he felt it was necessary. If you weren’t aware of the bodyguard, it was because you were feeling a bit bigger. On those days, the bodyguard only had to keep an eye on the security cameras outside and occasionally send someone to check the perimeter of the house.
Today, you were feeling very little. You were especially clingy towards Bucky in the morning, crying whenever he tried putting you down. He hated leaving you like this, but he had a very important deal to manage and his associate surely would’ve pulled out if he wasn’t there in person. He called Natasha because she could provide the companionship and protection that you needed. You were still fussy when Bucky tried handing you off, but Natasha’s promise of playing games and ordering pizza convinced you to let go of Bucky. 
Throughout the day, Natasha texted Bucky pictures of what you were up to. He especially loved the picture of you cuddled up to Natasha with the most wondrous look on your face as you rewatched Aladdin for the thousandth time. It was killing him that he couldn’t come back to you right away or even stop to take a call, but he couldn’t risk alerting more people to your existence and possibly putting a larger target on your back. 
On his car ride home, however, he immediately facetimed Natasha so he could hear your voice and see your sweet face. He was disappointed when he didn’t see or hear you. Usually, you’d insist on being the one to answer the call or be hiding just off-screen, but unable to cover up your excited giggles. 
“Where’s my baby?”
“My day was great, thanks for asking.”
Bucky huffed. He didn’t have the patience for her sarcasm today. She knew how much he’d been missing you, and she and Bucky had been close friends for so long to the point where these formalities were unnecessary. 
“Real funny, now put them on the phone.”
“Your baby’s asleep in their pile of stuffed animals, we had a dance party and they wore themselves out.”
Bucky narrowed his eyes slightly. “You danced to their disney playlist?”
“I merely observed and kept an eye out for any threats like you hired me to do,” Natasha said, nonchalantly looking at her nails. 
Bucky chuckled to himself, he knew Natasha was softer than she let on, especially with you. Your little self was just so loving and kind, it was impossible to not melt into a puddle of goo around you and do absolutely whatever you wanted. He sometimes came home to the two of you taking a nap together with you clinging to Natasha as she laid on the side closer to the door and shielded part of your body with hers. 
“Alright, Natty I’ll be there in three minutes and I want you out of my house by then.” 
“Yeah I didn’t wanna see your sick face in person anyway.”
With that declaration of gratitude and undying friendship, they hung up leaving Bucky to think about what he’d do with you when he got home. He gave the chef the night off so he could make you your favorite pasta. Bucky didn’t always have the time or energy to cook but relished the moments where he could do it for you. The simplicity and domesticity of it all made him feel grounded. It also made him feel good to provide for you, and he couldn’t resist your hums of satisfaction or when you’d say that no one made pasta as good as he did. 
Although, it wasn’t dinner time yet, and Bucky’s perfect baby was currently dozing off in a mountain of softness. He hoped you’d be up for staying in the cozy corner for a while and maybe watching a movie there after dinner. He couldn’t wait to snuggle up with you in your nest. 
The car finally pulled into the driveway and Bucky sprinted inside the house, up the stairs, and to your room. You were exactly how he pictured, nestled in the middle of your stuffed animal pile with a blanket covering you and a plushie in your arms. As to not disturb you, he quietly went next door to his room so he could change into some cuddle-appropriate attire. When he came back, you were slowly waking up, blinking away your tiredness. 
“Natty?” you croaked. 
“Hey, munchkin, it’s me.”
Your face lit up as you gasped and made grabby hands towards Bucky. He joined you in your pile, caging you in his arms as he peppered your face with kisses. 
“Did you miss me, bubs?”
You grabbed his face with your hands. “So so so much!” 
He scrunched his nose as you returned his flurry of kisses, inviting you to end your attack with one kiss on the bridge. He joined you under the blanket, arranging you so you were laying on his chest. 
“What did you do with Natty today?”
Bucky listened as you gleefully told him what you and the redhead got up to. You told him all about the dance moves Natasha did, your eyes widening when you realized what you had just said. He managed not to crack a smile when you made him promise not to tell Natasha that he knew about her dancing today. She hadn’t sworn you to secrecy, of course. You just caught onto the fact that she didn’t show parts of herself to other people and assumed that she was shy. While you weren’t entirely correct, Bucky loved how observant and considerate you were. 
Eventually, your stomach grumbles alerted Bucky to the fact that it was dinner time. He carried you downstairs and let you sit on the counter as he prepared your pasta. He let you pick music to play while he cooked, dancing with you as the water boiled and sneaking a kiss every now and then. He also let you stir a few times and place a garnish on the two dishes. 
“This looks delicious, bubba! Thank you for helping me cook.” Bucky held you as you wiggled happily from his compliment. 
You skipped to the dinner table with Bucky following behind, carrying the food. Following his caregiver duties, he pushed your chair in for you and poured some juice into a sippy cup. He also decided to feed you because you were still feeling very little. 
You ate your pasta without any fuss like a good baby, even letting Bucky wipe your face with a damp cloth after and saying thank you. He carried you back upstairs and gave you a quick bath before changing you into some pajamas and sitting you on the bathroom counter as he took a shower. He wanted you to wait on the bed, but you didn’t want to let him out of your sight. 
Your full belly and warm bath were starting to make you sleepy, but you powered through it so you could soak in this time with Bucky. After he was clean and dressed, he picked you up again and put you in the same position as before in your cozy corner with you on his chest. This time, he brought the tv remote with him and put on one of the animated films you had been dying to watch.
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shiftythrifting · 2 years
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a few shirts from sioux falls, sd
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babys-interior · 7 months
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People seem to really be freaking out over the Hogwarts Legacy Fandom "dying".
Babies, consider this:
"Nothing is ever really lost, or can be lost, / No birth, identity, form - no object of the world. / Nor life, nor force, nor any visible thing;... / The body, sluggish, aged, cold - the embers left from earlier fires, / The light in the eye grown dim, shall duly flame again."
--Walt Whitman
Fandoms only truly "die" if you kill it within yourself.
Here's my side blog for HL, I admit I'm more active commenting on other people's work with my main blog, but I have some chapters of fanfictions imma start posting on there.
Feel free to DM me on either blog if you wanna/need to talk.
Love yall,
-- Soul
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nathan-mackillinit29 · 6 months
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*ahem!*
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pea-nat · 9 months
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head empty, just thoughts of daddy natasha.
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numetalpuppygirl · 4 months
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kingkumi · 1 year
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i prefer all natural
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greatapebroly · 2 years
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If Nat was looking down at me yes I’m shorter than her with that look i would simply discard of my clothes
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lasbabys · 2 years
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M a r i a B e c e r r a
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⛓ ponlo en automático sé mi fanático
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natashanonnie · 9 months
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They say all good boys go to heaven but bad boys bring heaven to you...
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remasterizados · 2 years
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ZONA DEL PERREO de Daddy Yankee, Natti Natasha y Becky G, del álbum LEGENDADDY (2022)
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mercedesmone · 2 years
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hey remember that one time nattie was crying about her dead dad and sasha came back after being gone for months and beat the shit out of her for no reason other than just being a giant bitch after pretending to console her and the crowd thanked her wrestling is so insane
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nattinatalia · 1 year
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