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"The most Sally can do is watch as Kylie's isolation becomes a circle: the lonlier you are, the more you pull away, until humans seem an alien race, with customs and a language you can't begin to understand." - Practical Magic by Alice Hoffman

It's safer to be alone.

#practical magic #quotes #depression #isolation

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In another universe I was happy

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It's perfect toddler height for Bee. 🩵 The size is pretty much outdoor side table, which would be perfect for a little one. We also know Bucky would order custom wrought iron chairs with glass bee medallions on them. 🥹

I saw this posted to an Aldi group I'm in, hoped they would have them at mine to snap a picture for you, and it ended up coming home with me. 🙈 It really was the cutest of the three options. 🩵

Those are so cute!!! Bee would love to have that in her office, imagine Mr. Tato surrounded by her tea cups and plates🥺

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Nobody reads what I say, so why bother with putting the warnings in the tags. This post mentions kitten death. Nothing graphic, failure to thrive style loss.

The last few days have been hard, really really hard. On April 15, one of our stray colony members, Blossom, gave birth in the garage to five kittens. She was slated to be spayed in February, the same day her sister, Tatey, sent me to urgent care.

It's been stressful, she moved the babies from the cozy cat barn, that's literally what it's called, you can look them up, they're amazing. She moved them to the floor, just in front of the truck...the truck has to be angled to get in the garage, so the best I could do was point a flashlight to check the babies. I set up their old cat barn up off the ground, on our old garage trash can, she kept them on the floor. We moved the truck, got a basket and towel, I put the babies in, tucked them nearly where they had been, and Blossom immediately moved them back out...Wednesday I discovered she had moved them back to the barn, I was so happy!

Thursday came, all was good, I was weeding a little in the front yard, decided to go to the back, and check on the kittens. Four were snuggled together, one was on the side, no longer with us, which was heart wrenching. Blossom is one step down from feral, and our house is full, this is literally the best we can give her. We gathered the baby, tucked them away, they will be cremated, and I named them Sunny.

I sobbed most of the night, blamed myself for not doing enough, went to bed at almost 4 am, and got a kitten checkup when I woke up, four little sets of baby feet. I could breathe, Blossom hadn't moved them, everyone was okay.

I went to check this afternoon, found three babies...the fourth was off to the side, chilly to the touch, but not gone. We got KMR, kitten milk replacer, prepped the bottle, I had to syringe feed one of my inside kittens for a week, and set to work. We kept this one warm, tried to feed them, and around 7, while my mom was getting better equipment from a friend, the little one stopped breathing. Baby passed in our arms shortly after she came home. This one I named Moonlight, or Moony.

Their grandmother was abandoned by her owners who live down the street, and have single handedly exploded the cat population, and our stray colony. WE had THEIR cat spayed after the litter Blossom was in, when we knew for sure she was abandoned. A girl who lives down there was pleased to see Midnight was alive, and spayed. She also told me how the cats are breeding like crazy, kittens are dying, and their backyard is full of dead cats.

I am angry. I am heartbroken. These babies didn't deserve this. We think these two may have had genetic issues, as both were decent sized.

I just needed to get this all out. Now I'm going to stuff myself senseless, withdraw from everything, and watch horror movies.

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I need to fade back into the background, this was a mistake.

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Miss Congeniality (2000) dir. Donald Petrie

#Miss Congeniality

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#yes i can ride a bike and a horse #yes i have ridden a horse #multiple times #i'm not an expert or insanely proficient #but my aunt had horses that we rode now and then #i rode some at girl scout camp #and at a lodge in colorado #i wouldn't try any fiesty horses #but a mellow one i could navigate easily

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no multi option, agonize and choose, no results option, pick one to find out or scroll onward

#i was torn between the bed and comb #but went with bed #i hate sleeping hot #and my normal body temp is furnace in hell #but i also love snuggling under blankets

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So there’s this huge dudebro in my class, who, yesterday, sat next to me. And I’m sitting there sweating because like… I’m wearing my shirt with the lesbian flag on it, and he’s the most popular jock in school, and always has this look on his face that say ‘I can and will kill you’. He looks me up and down, stares at me for a minute and then goes, “So. Girls in skirts and long socks, am I right?”

To which I nodded solemnly, both out of agreement, surprise and also a healthy amount of awkward fear. He nodded and went, “You get it.”

I said, “Yep.” He fistbumped me, and on went our lives.

#holy shit it's steve and robin #steve = pure of heart dumb of ass #robin = lesbian #i love this whole story so much

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What kind of daddy/daughter activities do Bee and Bucky get into?

Bucky loves spending time with his daughter.

Pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader, daughter nicknamed Bee.

AN: Part of the Bumblebee series.

->Lunch dates

Lunch dates are her favorites. They go at least once or twice a week.

They have a standing reservation at one of Bucky's restaurants.

They have a reserved booth near the back, the table stocked with crayons and coloring books in anticipation of her arrival.

She absolutely loves it when the waiter turns pouring her juice into a wine glass into a grand production (it's actually a plastic cup but no one is going to tell her that). She pretends to study the menu even though she can't read most of it yet. No matter what she gets, Bucky always orders an extra dish so he can try to get her to sample new foods.

Before their lunch date today.

Bucky glances down at his daughter, listening as she happily chats about her upcoming plans after lunch. She's been patiently waiting in his office all morning for him to finish up a few meetings.

Now it's time for lunch, he's been looking forward to this time with her.

Steve, also on his way out to interview Frankie's sister for a newly opened position at his club, accompanies Bucky and Bee to their car.

"And I'm taking Papa to Matteo's and getting him pelmeni," she informs Steve as she swings Bucky's arm back and forth, her hand in his. "And I wants 'sagna Papa. It's so yummy."

It doesn't matter that it's not on the menu, he loves this little girl more than life itself and if she wants lasagna, she's getting lasagna.

Bee continues, grinning at her uncle. "And no veggies cause my Tataie says I don't needs anymore."

Bucky shakes his head, he overheard his grandfather yesterday reassuring Bee that she could do whatever she wanted. "Is that so?"

"Yeah cause—cause I a big girl now. Tataie says so."

The enclosed glass bridge connecting his building to the garage gets closer. Bucky slows his steps, gesturing to the sloped walkway. "Does that mean you want to walk by yourself today?"

Bee peers at the bridge with disdain.

"No," she decides without hesitation, lifting her arms up. "Tank you."

After she's picked up, Bee goes back to her original conversation, now offering to get Steve food. She's unaware of how protected she is, never noticing the way her bodyguards and Steve subtly adjust their positions in one cohesive movement that shields her from view.

"I can gets you dis many pelmeni if you wants." Bee offers, her chin on Bucky's shoulder, eyes gazing up at Steve, holding up three little fingers. "And some peas cause my Tataie says you and Papa has to eat all the veggies. But not me."

"Why do I have to eat them?" Steve asks with a faux offended tone.

Bee shrugs. "Cause my Tataie says."

Steve flicks one of her ponytails. "Well your Tataie can—"

"Steve," Bucky interjects with a raised brow, his eyes cutting towards him with a quiet warning.

Steve laughs it off before telling Bee that her beloved great-grandpa is wrong. Insulted, Bee leans back and heaves out an appalled gasp—and Bucky knows he's about to spend the rest of the day listening to his best friend and baby playfully bicker over who has to eat carrots and broccoli for lunch.

->Playground trips

After lunch, Bucky takes her to a playground near their home so she can burn off her excess energy before heading home.

Ever since the Frankie incident, he's been wary of bringing his sweet baby back to that place.

Even though you insisted that Frankie showing up to play with Bee wasn't an 'incident' and a 'betrayal', he decided to have a small playground installed in the backyard. It includes a gorgeous custom made swing set and slide that match her outdoor playhouse.

You still laugh whenever you think about the disgruntled, aggrieved expression on his face when he went to take Bee outside to play and Frankie was there waiting for them, beaming up at the mobster as he thanked Bucky for letting him play with them.

->Tea parties

Bucky is the honored prince invited to have tea with Bee and Mr. Tato. He's never missed one of her parties. You never missed a chance to get a pic of him in his crown. The tea parties are Bee's versions of a business meeting. She has serious matters to discuss. Last week, he gave her advice on how to defeat the dragons lurking around the art studio, this week she picked the color scheme for his new office. They share their newest secrets over apple juice and snacks. The party usually ends up with a cupcake-drunk Bee napping on Bucky.

->Business deals & meetings

Bee has sat in on more mafia related meetings than most adults. Bucky usually has her tucked away so she's close enough for him to keep an eye on without anyone knowing she's there. She has a miniature pink recliner that she lounges on along with an array of juices, coloring books, headphones and her iPad to keep her entertained.

When it's a meeting with trusted associates, Bee gets to sit on his desk and listen in. Her face lights up every time Bucky asks her opinion. She takes her responsibilities seriously and will consult Mr. Tato before responding which the mobsters find hilarious.

->Shopping

Bucky will have the stores shut down for however long he wants so they can shop without having to rush. She pulls him around the store, introducing him to all of Mr. Tato's friends. Bee is currently into Bluey & Elmo and has been amassing an impressive collection of items from their shows.

There's something so cute and sweet about watching a six foot something Bucky, dressed in a tailored suit, being led around the store by his toddler in her favorite bear onesie or ballerina outfit.

->Classic Cars

One of his hobbies is restoring his classic cars and Bee will lay across the front seat or on his work table, pretending to read the owner's manual to Mr. Tato, while Bucky works on the engine.

She loves holding the flashlight for him when he's under the car. And he's never made her feel bad for all the times that she's dropped it on him.

->Bedtime stories/reading

Bucky has been reading bedtime stories with her since the day she came home from the hospital. If he's working late, he'll FaceTime Bee so he can finish whatever story they're currently on.

Sometimes you'll find the two of them in the sunroom, Bucky reading to Bee and Mr. Tato before her nap. Depending on the time and weather, he'll take her to the terrace and they'll read under the stars.

Although right now, they're making up their own story, it's nonsensical, they don't remember how it started, new characters appear out of nowhere and Bucky's managed to slip in a plot line from The Godfather. They look forward to it every night.

->Mini carnivals in the fall & spring

Bucky has always said that his baby doesn't have to wait in line. And there are no lines when he brings the carnivals and festivals to her. He can have the backyard transformed into a mini Disneyland overnight. All the games are rigged in her favor and she gets to meet her favorite characters. When she gets older, he's going to take her to nearby amusement parks. For now, he likes the personalized set up he's created for her.

No matter what they do, the best part of the day for her is all the time she gets to spend with her Papa just having fun. Bucky is looking forward to their first father-daughter dance, her recitals, discovering new books, teaching her to ride a bike and more.

#bucky barnes x reader #mafia bucky barnes

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Laughing at the idea of a pizza guy showing up to Mafia!Bucky’s house unexpected and security thinking it’s some sort of a trap.

Pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader (and their daughter, nicknamed Bumblebee.)

AN: Unbetad drabble. Written on my phone without my contacts in so excuse any errors.

Part of the Bumblebee Series

You have the worlds best security protecting your home. No one gets past them. Including the pizza delivery guy.

You and Bee watch from the front door, exasperated. She's on your hip, clutching the money in one hand, pointing at the end of the driveway with the other. "I'm hungwy. Mommy, tell them we needs our pizza."

You're trying.

The guards are too busy interrogating the poor delivery driver to answer the phone. You are not about to run out barefoot in this weather, it's cold enough just standing here.

Switching tactics, you call Bucky's office line, he's finishing up a few things before dinner. He picks up on the first ring, you speak over his greeting. "The guys aren't letting the delivery driver in. I keep trying and —"

"We needs our pizza Mr. Nino. Pwease let him go, I has his monies." Bee yells out the door, waving her hand at the guard staring down at the lanky driver. "Mommy tell Papa to help us."

Her woleful little plea make Bucky laugh, he imagines how you both must look huddled in the doorway, you glaring at the men while his baby bargains with them.

You and Bumblebee fall silent, looking in unison at your phone. He cuts himself off, cringing under the weight of the affronted quiet air seeping through the line, wrapping around the mobster. Bucky is an astute man and he realizes where he messed up without saying a word—no joking when his girls are hungry.

Clearing his throat, he grabs his cell off his desk, firing off a series of rapid texts. "Your food will be there in less than a minute Malyshka."

You hum non-committally while Bee huffs.

It gets there in less than 30 seconds.

The ruffled, only slightly bruised, delivery driver is apprehensive until Bee hands him the very generous tip that she picked out by herself. Apparently the stack of bills is more than enough to make up for being roughed up judging by the way he's thanking your daughter. Your jaw goes slack when he promises to not say a word and the next time you order to please ask for him personally. The man practically skips back to his car, waving as he drives away.

Bee waves back, yelling out a happy 'tank you for my pizzas.'

At least you're not banned from Antonio's.

Closing the door, you balance the boxes and your wiggling baby, making your way to the warm, dim living room. Everything is ready. Her movies are queued up, blankets piled on the couch. Daisy sleeping on a cushion next to Mr. Tato.

You get about five steps in when the boxes are lifted from your hand and a soft kiss is pressed into the side of your neck. "Smells good. What are we watching?"

"Who said you could join us Mr. Barnes?" You tease, brow raising as you glance at your husband.

Bee chimes in. "Me. I did mommy."

Her cheerful answer has you giggling. Bucky grins at her, mouthing Thank you Bee. She continues, beaming at her Papa before turning her gaze to you. "I loves when Papa watches movies with us. And—and we has to make sure he isn't hungwy cause if he is Papa'll eat all my froot woops Mommy."

His grin slips off his bearded face. A smirk slides across your lips. An unperturbed, unaware Bee scoots down your leg. Balancing on her tiptoes, she takes his hand.

"It's okay Papa, you can have 'em too but we needs to share," she offers, hopping into the living room. "You has one woop and then I has two woops. Mommy says that's how we 'pose to share with you."

It does.

That's not exactly what you said. Close enough. Bucky follows his bouncing toddler, his eyes narrowing in your direction. That giggle building in your chest turns into a full blown laugh at his faux offended look. "Sounds fair."

Bee pulls him over to the couch. "You can sit with me and Mr. Tato"

Bucky continues staring at you over his shoulder, his dark gaze brimming with unspoken promises of revenge and a tinge of yearning as they drop to your stomach, every mention of the froot loop incident is a stark reminder of your little secret.

He can wait until you're ready to tell him.

Until then he's going to enjoy movie night with his favorite girls. And Mr. Tato.

#bucky barnes x reader #mafia bucky barnes

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why do I feel like bee is only used to seeing “monies” as wads of 100s. if she saw $1 or pennies she’d be like 🤔

And it's all Bucky's fault😂

Imagine Bee accepts the dollar with a confused 'tank you'. It looks like her Papa's monies but there's only one. This can't be right. She knows who can fix this. She turns the cash over in her little hands, putting one of her stickers on it before hopping over to Bucky's office.

She climbes up one the tall chairs in front of his desk, struggling to get herself up even as she pointedly ignores the smaller chair he had made for her. Knowing better than to dare insult her by asking if she needs any help, Bucky closes his laptop and watches with an amused glint in his blue eyes. After a minute of 'dabs it' and near falls, she makes it.

"Papa you wanna trades?" She holds up the dollar, a grin on her face. She turns it so he can see the sticker. "It's pwetty."

Bucky can't say no to his baby girl. It’s a weakness he will never remedy. "Of course I do."

Without hesitation he goes over to her. Leaning against the side of his desk, one leg crossed over the other, he pulls a stack of money out of his wallet. He keeps cash on hand for two reasons. Emergencies and his Bumblebee.

It's a quick exhange. Her dollar for his hundreds. Bee studies her monies with a pleased smile. That's better.

She leaves a kiss on his cheek, her 'tank you Papa' floating behind her as she skips out of the room.

"Anytime Bumblebee." A soft laugh leaves his lips. Bucky tucks the dollar into his empty wallet where its going to stay for years. He goes back to work, determined to make even more 'monies' for his sweet Bee and her mama.

#bucky barnes x reader #mob bucky x reader

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Did any of bucky’s bodyguards walked into him and Malyshka?

Why do yall want them to get caught so bad🤣😩😭😭😭

No the bodyguards know better because Bucky is a little unhinged when it comes to his wife.

Steve on the other hand, sits on the bed and starts talking about his problems with Frankie's sister.

Bucky hovering over Malyshka. "How did you get in here?"

Steve leans against their headboard, eyes closed. "That's not important. She turned me down. Me. The last woman to turn me down was—"

Bucky tucks the sheets around her. "Amina. I know. Get the fuck out before I shoot you."

Steve ignores the irate, half dressed pakhan. "Amina. And we know how that ended. This girl is driving me crazy. What should I do?"

"You can start by getting out." Malyshka is trying not to scream, her arm over her eyes.

"What if you invite her to one of the events at your gallery? Give me a chance to talk to her outside of work y'know?" An unperturbed Steve reaches over and picks up one of the strawberries chilling on the nightstand.

Bucky whispers to his wife while glaring at his best friend. "I'm going to shoot him and then finish fucking you, okay?"

"Hurry up because we have about ten minutes before—"

Their bedroom door opens an inch before closing. A muffled Mommy, Papa you sleepin' drifts through the heavy cherry oak. And Bucky rolls off his wife with a not so muffled groan.

Steve gets up and strolls to the door. "No, they're awake. Maybe you can help me, Bee."

She ends up sitting next to Steve and they eat the rest of the strawberries. Bee gives Steve advice while Bucky and Malyshka figure out how to get dressed without Bumblebee noticing.

#bucky barnes x reader #mob bucky x reader #implied smut

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Bucky: See!!!! I’m not the only one that wants this!

Summary: Bucky doesn't believe in hovering. He said sit on his face and he means sit. All. The. Way. Down

Pairing: Beefy!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Oral fem receiving.

A/N: Spontaneous drabble. Not Beta'd.

"Just put that pretty pussy right here." He has his warm hands on your thighs, calloused fingertips digging into your flesh-if you didn't know better you'd swear he's trying to leave his imprint on your skin.

You drop your chin to your chest and give him a baleful look. Bucky knows you better than you know yourself and he can see the hesitation, the worry on your gorgeous face.

And he doesn't like it.

He's desperate. He also doesn't give a solitary fuck if he has to resort to begging.

You can't put a five star meal in front of a starving man and not expect him to beg and plead and whine for a taste.

And Bucky wants a taste of you.

Pupils blown wide with a frenzied lust, only a thin rim of blue remaining. He's not even blinking- his eyes moving between your thighs and pussy, willing you to give him what he fucking wants. The please Bunny rolling off his tongue, the plea slide down your heated back like ice and you shiver.

"I don't think you understand how bad I want this Bunny," Bucky says, unable to rip his gaze off your thighs.

Your trepidation about sitting on his face is fading away the more he reveals how much he wants you. How can you feel nervous when he's rutting against nothing, a dark wet patch forming on his grey boxers, his hold becoming a bruising grip like he's afraid you might not let him eat your pussy.

"What if I held onto the headboard and hovered?"

Now he looks at you.

Blue eyes snap up to your face, brows hitting his hairline. Indignation pulses off him in thick waves. He mouths "hover" twice, having to clear his throat to force the offensive word out.

"What the fuck is hover? We don't do that hover shit in this house. I didn't grow out this beard for you not to sit on it. Matter of fact get your pretty ass over here and-" He breaks off, pushing you up his broad chest until you're above him.

Falling forward with a surprised yelp, your hands slap the headboard, sliding down until you find a hold, curling your fingers around the frame. "Bucky, I'm trying to help-hey!" you jolt when he smacks your ass, hard.

"I wasn't done speaking," he growls, slapping you again. "I was wrong. I don't want you to sit on my face."

Oh. Your stomach drops, a wave of heat rushes up to your face. But then you hear his deep voice cutting through your panicked thoughts before they can take root.

"I want you to suffocate me." Bucky lowers you until your clit is brushing over his nose. "I want you to cum so hard on my tongue that I drown in your pussy. And it's not just your pretty pussy, it's your perfect thighs," he says, his thumbs skating across your stretch marks. "I dream about these, Bunny. I need them wrapped around my head so goddamn tight it feels like you're going to crush my head."

Oh.

Your stomach drops again but this time in a dizzy rush of excitement. His vivid, vulgar images making your already heated cheeks burn.

His tongue darts out, drawing a tight little circle around your swollen clit and he moans fuck me, the sound ripped from his chest, his eyes rolling back. You're his favorite drug and he could spend his life chasing the high he gets whenever he has you on his tongue.

"Bunny the only thing you have to worry about is when I'm going to let you get up once I get my mouth on you." His gaze slides up to your face, a deviant smirk creeping across his lips. "And honestly, with a pussy this pretty that tastes this fucking good, I probably won't."

Bucky eases you down even more until you feel his warm breath wash over your glistening cunt. "Now claim your throne like the queen you are and let me worship you Bunny."

#bucky barnes x reader #smut

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https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTd7RdXRA/?k=1

Saw this TikTok and immediately thought of biker Bucky with reader🤣

Pairing: Biker!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of smut.

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You never have to wonder if you look okay in your new sundresses because before you can even ask Bucky, he's giving you this look.

"Cmere gorgeous," he says, his voice husky and tinged with a breathy note that sends chills down your spine.

With every slow, deliberate step towards him, his eyes darken until they're lust blown and dilated. He has to grip the bar behind him to keep from grabbing you the second you're close enough to smell your sweet perfume.

"Lemme see," he asks, sliding his bottom lip between his pearly white teeth.

You both know what he means, what he wants but you love to tease him a little so you twirl around, the dress floats up, fluttering around your thighs. Bucky lets out a low, tortured groan. "Cmon Gorgeous."

"You wanted to see, so..." You smirk, turning again.

Letting go of the counter, both of his hands reach out and grab your thighs. You squeal his name as he picks you up and sits you on the bar.

Bucky stares you down, blue eyes narrowed. "Lemme see her," he orders, his fingers slip up your soft skin pushing your dress higher and higher up your thighs while you lean back on your elbows.

You spread your legs and the way he moans makes your heart flip in your chest and heat pool deep in your belly. Bucky's gaze drifts between your pussy and your face. "You look good," he murmurs under his breath

"Me or her?" you ask with a laugh.

Bucky pauses, dropping his head above your pussy, his gaze mischievous and needy. "You know I should take a closer look at both of you and let you know after a very thorough inspection."

By the time his tongue glides through for the fourth or fifth time, you decide you're only going to wear sundresses from now on.

#bucky barnes x reader #biker bucky x reader #smut