#Wocket

[noxx-33i]

can we kiss? can we dance?

/lyr

[briabooknerd]

[twilightofthesandwiches]

[daloy-politsey]

[torse]

Grief getting asked to babysit does this Notkin tries to imitate the rapping but is AWFUL at it. I can see him being good at some instruments, but not quick enough with words to rap/improv

[stereobabe]

babe wake up, new wocket just launched.

instagram bandcamp

[flurry-bace]

google search how to not fucking murder my brother

[demilypyro]

Yo, earlier today I was carrying my saxophone case and I did a perfect “wocket lawnchair” demily impression. Someone who I had never interacted with in my life until today walked up and she was like “oh shit you watch demily too?” Small world. Anyhow then I proceeded to play like 3 Mario songs, an Undertale song, and buddy holly for them.

It's funny that this is recognized as a "Demily reference" when I was specifically referencing a metal slug soundbite lmao

[sassycheesecake]

"Keeeeeenmaaaaaaa." You call your roommate out from the kitchen, hoping he hears you from his current stream.

Silence.

"Ugh." You growl and make your way to his streaming room.

First, he texts you to warm up the leftovers from last night instead of talking to you like a normal human being. Then he doesn’t answer you, even if he texted to call for him to tell him it’s ready.

Hearing him talk through the closed door, you open it a bit after knocking three times.

"One sec, roomie called. You can come in." Kenma looks over his shoulder, when he spots you, he turns around to tell his fans he’ll be afk for five minutes.

Now fully turning to you in his overly expensive gaming chair, you have his full attention.

"You texted me 10 minutes ago that you wanted the pasta heated up remember?" You lean against the door frame while crossing one leg over the other.

"Oh yeah, sorry about that. I’ll go and get it." The dyed blonde gets up slowly from his chair, bending his back a little bit, until he hears it crack.

Sighing deeply, he sets his cat-ear headset down, walking past you, dragging his legs like a zombie.

You watch him walk down the hallway towards the kitchen, when he rounds the corner you see his chat still being active, thankfully his Webcam is currently off.

Soon enough, you hear his light foot steps again and this time he has a bowl in his hand and he’s eating while walking.

"Don’t choke." You tease.

"I won’t." He mumbles while eating the noodles.

"Sooo… what are you playing?" You walk in a little bit with him in his room, watching as he sits down again.

"Wocket Leeg." He replies with his mouth full.

"Sounds fun." You lean over his shoulder as you watch and read over the chat.

All of sudden, you see a few names popping up that are mentioning your name, freaking out with excitement that they are hearing a female voice of the roommate of THE Kodzuken.

"They want you to say 'hi'." Finishing up his food, he turns to you with a gleam in his eyes, putting the headset back on.

Squishing your face against his, so you can talk into the mic, you greet his fans which causes a blow up in the chat, people being super hyped to hear you for the first time.

"So uh... what should I say?" You ask Kenma in an intriguing voice, reading the comments as they almost explode at hearing a female's voice and such a beautiful one at that.

"Just say anything, they seem to love you already more than me." Kenma laughs softly.

You laugh along with him, when a comment catches your eye.

spaceExplorer234: yo who dis? that your girlfriend?

Your cheeks begin to heat up in embarrassment and since your cheek is still smushed against his, he can feel the warmth and it makes him blush too.

"No, I am not his girlfriend. Just his roommate, occasionally his chef and also his maid, when he leaves his dirty socks lying around." You laugh and Kenma groans in embarrassment.

The chat explodes yet again, this time with lots of laughing gifs and people sending clapping hands emoji, calling you 'queen' and 'gaming wifey' after you revealed that you play games as well, just not on stream like your roommate.

Kenma drinks his diet coke, when he reads the message after you.

"'Gaming wifey'? That's kinda cute. Am I your gaming wifey?" You grin easily at him and he chokes on his soda.

BigDaddyTacobell420: I ship it!!!!!!!

You and Kenma both read that comment and you look at each other briefly before looking away quickly, an intense blush spread across both of your faces.

Thank goodness the chat can’t see your faces, they’d have a blast.

Coughing a bit, you tell Kenma you need to get back to your studies and he mumbles out a quiet okay.

Leaving the room, the dyed-blonde looks at your retreating figure, getting back to his game and talks to his chat again.

SnackMaster1652: Kodzuken if you don’t ask her out I will

"Well good luck trying to reach her. She doesn’t have any social accounts. But I plan to ask her out, I just hope she’ll say yes…" Kenma says with a big sigh, still calming his heart down from the person that said that they ship the two of you together.

Nonetheless, somehow Kenma got a good feeling that his chances are high.

And how right the former Setter was….

Four months later, Kenma is playing CS:GO on his keyboard, but this time he has a player two joining him.

Said Player Two is sitting in his lap, controlling the keyboard while Kenma controls the mouse.

"Go around the corner, no no the other one."

"Be more specific!"

"Go B."

"Okay."

You press the character to walk forward with his gun, changing the weapon to a sniper rifle.

"Babe, you have to plant the bomb you know?"

"Don’t tell me what to do, I am trying to survive here."

"We will survive by planting the bomb and then shooting off the other team."

"I don’t like conflicts…" You mumble as you get more comfortable in your boyfriend’s lap.

"Baby, I don’t know if you noticed but this is a shooter game. The whole point of playing it, IS to create conflict. We need to kill the other members." Kenma laughs.

"Yeah yeah."

It’s quiet for a few seconds until you spot an enemy of the opposite team and you scream as he starts shooting at you.

"Walk over behind the wall! Press S! Quickly!" Kenma yells and you yell back at him.

"I AM! STOP SCREAMING AT ME! I DON’T WORK WELL UNDER PRESSURE!"

The enemy spots you again and immediately fires at you and kills you.

"This is your fault." You mumble after the defeat.

"How is this my fault?! You’re controlling the movement, I am just shooting!" Kenma says in bewilderment.

The stream is having a blast, the banter and the bickering between the two of you always make the viewers laugh and comment at the behavior of you and Kenma like an old married couple.

[notahorseindisguise]

oh youve got a wocket in your pocket? wow thats crazy. should we throw a party. should we invite sam-i-am

[its-nap-time-baby]

Hide the arm

Pairing: Daddy!Bucky x Little!reader

Warnings: Its cringe. I wouldn't even read. It's old. I will edit it later.

"OK! So what we're gonna do is I'm gonna take off your daddy's arm, and you can play with it, ok?" Sam asked, and you grin around your paci.

"Ok!"

Sam was there because he needed to talk to Bucky about some business. That business was about taking care of you while Bucky was on a mission.

~~~

"What the hell? Where the hell is my arm?" Bucky grumbles. "I'm freaking lopsided." Bucky was lopsided because he wasn't used to him not having the weight of his arm.

Bucky stocks to your room, wondering if you knew anything. "Baby, where is my ar-"

There you are sitting with his arm at your tea table. It has magnets and stickers all over it. God, the stickers were hard to get off.

"Hi!" You say as you stare at you beautiful bare chested lopsided daddy. You can't help but let out a little laugh.

"Baby, I need my arm back." You didn't wanna give your daddy his arm back. You love his cold arm. "Uhhh, fine, Daddy."

~~~

"Uncle Sam! Daddy is taking a nap! We should play 'hide daddy's arm'!"

"Ohhh, that's a great idea, bug!"

"No, not weally, Uncle Sam, bu let's do it anyway!"

You took your daddies arm off and decided to put it in the washer. It needed a wash, but you didn't wanna wash it without permission. Even though you take his arm without permission.

~~~

An hour later.

"Really? Again?" Said a grumpy Bucky. "Baby, come here now!"

You ran to your daddy to see what he wanted.

"Hi, Daddy!"

"Baby, did Uncle Sammy help you take my arm off again?"

"Yes, Daddy!" You say while giggling.

"OK baby, let's play. Go get daddies arm within a minute, and you'll get alllll the candy you want for today!"

"Ok, Daddy! I'll gets ya arm!"

As you get your daddies arm, he'd thinks of an idea of how to get you to stop stealing his arm. This would be the 5th time this week you took it.

You finally came back dragging his arm into the room.

"Baby," He says as he sits on the bed and pulls you with him. "If you don't stop this game of 'hide daddy's arm'," Uncle Sam is gonna get time out. Do you want that baby?"

You gasp, "No, daddy! No time out, fa Sammy! We'll quit!"

"Promise?" You daddy asked.

"Pomise, Daddy!"

"Thank you, Rocket!"

"Wocket?"

The day ended with you high on sugar and Sammy having a talk with your daddy

[babyhatesreality]

Sometimes I’m feeling so many emotions (like a storm) but at the same time I feel so empty….

So I could imagine Bucky deals with this sometimes too! And I’m pretty sure that Steve and their little one would take care of him.

Like she would bring her fluffy weighted blanket (the yellow one) and jellybean (imagine she is walking with those big blanket like she is on a mission 🥺)… she would offer it to Bucky and before he even can say anything, she would remind him that he doesn’t need to find words if he doesn’t feel like it.

And even though she can’t take away those emotions from him…. She makes sure to stand trough it with him… all cuddled under the big yellow blankie with papa and jellybean 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

My dearest @laurellaa <3 I am sending you all the hugs and hot chocolate and stuffies and love for anytime the storm of emotions is too much. Love you babe!

I got several requests for sad Bucky/Steve/Baby headcanons, so I'm going to put them all together for all of you. Here's to you, my darling nonnies and my beautiful laurellaa! May your days be bright <3

Bucky's Sad Day

This one time, you woke up from your nap and wandered into the living room to find one of your daddies to play with.

You found them together, Papa's arm around Daddy's shoulder, and Daddy was leaning on Papa. It looked cute and cozy, but when you got closer you realized that Daddy was wearing his sad face.

You instantly crawled into his lap, and his arms automatically went around you, but you didn't sense any difference in him- he was still not okay. After a minute, you looked up and saw he was still wearing his sad face.

He tried to smile at you- he honestly tried. But you knew his real smile, and this wasn't it.

"Stay wight dere, I be wight back, otay?"

As you darted off, Steve let out a soft chuckle, then snuggled his love closer, just holding on until you got back. He tried to ignore the little crashes and thuds he heard, praying that you were not up to anything too nefarious in your exuberance to help....

You suddenly burst back into the room with your yellow weighted blanket, your rainbow blanket, your grey and red stars blanket, Jellybean, Emma bear, Pipsqueak, Derby, Lotter, and Wocket, along with a hydroflask of water and your favorite blue paci with the stars on it.

You somehow had it all balanced in your arms...and over your arms and on top of your head and dangling from your mouth but you did it.

Even Bucky's eyes went wide as he looked at your haul.

You proceeded to dump it on the floor at his feet.

"Baby, what-" Was all Bucky got out.

"Hold on, I fix it," you said, absolutely sure of yourself. You snatched your weighted blanket and climbed up on top of him, draping it over his head (and subsequently Steve's arm) and around his shoulders, then wrapped your rainbow blanket around one leg and your red star blanket around the other. You carefully arranged all the furry friends into Bucky's astonished arms, making sure they went in the right order (what even was the right order? You didn't know, you were making it up on the spot).

You handed Steve the hydroflask, looking at him anxiously. "In case Daddy or you get thirsty, okay?" Steve only smiled, trying to hold back the tears at your gestures.

You climbed back onto Bucky's lap and looked at him very seriously. "Dere, Daddy," you said innocently. "Dis will make you happy face, okay?"

Bucky's astonished face very slowly morphed into a soft smile- his real soft smile. "Thank you, my precious baby girl," he managed to whisper.

You smiled back, but then held up your favorite paci. "And sometimes 'cause I don' wanna talk when I get sads too, I can have my paci, so YOU can has it now if you don' wanna talk, otay?" You held it out to him.

A single tear slipped down his cheek as he looked at you. "I don't think I'll use your paci, baby, but it's very sweet of you to offer."

Confused, you looked at Papa for the explanation. Steve smiled. "That's your paci, baby, Daddy doesn't use your paci, but like he said- it was very sweet of you to think of Daddy like that."

You thought about it for a minute, then nodded. "Otay. I use it den, and I sit over here till you feel better." You rolled off Bucky's lap to the open spot next to him, leaned your head against his metal arm, nuzzling it. You popped your paci in your mouth, and gave a huge sigh of contentment.

That made Bucky laugh. And you felt the change in him and he didn't have a big sad face any more. But you all had a nice long cuddle party on the couch just to make sure.

Steve's Sad Day

This one time, a complicated mission had gotten out of hand. It hadn't been anyone's fault, but they still lost two agents, trying to recover the captured ones. And Steve, who was leading the mission, took it all as a personal failure even though it had not been his fault in the slightest.

You'd been staying with Clint and Laura and having a great time playing with Kate, who was practically like a big sister to you. What you didn't know was that Papa and Daddy had gotten home last night, and Steve begged Clint and Laura to watch you overnight one more day while he tried to pull himself together for your sake.

The next morning, you were wild with joy when Papa and Daddy showed up to pick you up and take you home.

You were thrilled to be back until Papa went straight into his office the second you got home, after giving you a long kiss on the temple. You looked up at Bucky questioningly. He sighed.

"Papa's having a bad day, Trouble. Think we can do something to help him feel better?"

You tapped your lips in thought, then gasped. "I GOT DIS!" you shrieked, then took off running for your playroom, eager to get started on your mission. You'd been working on your own secret project, and now was the perfect time to unveil it.

Bucky went into the office to find Steve sitting at his desk with his head in his hands. Bucky quietly walked up behind his husband and began soothingly rubbing his back. He'd already said all he could say- he knew Steve just needed to work through the feelings now.

About twenty minutes later, they heard a flurry of knocks on the door frame. "Can I come in please Papa?" you asked carefully.

Steve sniffed mightily, sat up ramrod straight, and plastered a smile on his face. "Come on in, love bug," he said, trying to be brave for you.

You raced in, throwing yourself into his lap with a giggle, then slamming a stack of papers on the desk in front of him.

"What's this?" he asked, his brow furrowing as he tried to figure out what you were up to.

"Lookit, I drew a book of you as a hero!!"

You placed picture after picture of him down, explaining in great detail all the aspects of each one. There he was in full-blown crayon glory, taking down the Chitauri, saving the 107, rescuing Daddy from the water, and a million other scenarios that you knew about.

You told about his bravery and heroism, as well as the different versions of the outfits he was wearing. You were very anxious to explain just how much detail you knew about each and every iteration of his various uniforms.

Steve's jaw hit the ground as he saw himself through your eyes. And his arms wrapped around your waist and cuddled you into his chest, dropping kiss after kiss on the top of your head while you told the story of your Papa, Captain America.

Baby's Sad Day

It had been too much. Too much noise and angsty feelings and no nap and just too much. You were in full meltdown mode.

You sobbed and screamed, too far gone to stop. Steve sat in the back of the SUV, cradling you in his strong arms, as Bucky sped home.

They carried you, still sobbing, straight to their bed, cuddling you between them as tight but comfortably as possible, as you soaked the front of Steve's shirt.

You finally wore yourself out crying and fell into a troubled sleep.

Moving swiftly but gently, Bucky rolled you on top of him, giving you his metal arm to hold on to while running his real fingers through your hair. Steve sped around the apartment, getting supplies and changing his shirt (if you woke up and realized that you'd sobbed all over the front of his shirt, it would trigger another meltdown).

They carefully draped your weighted blanket over you, and Steve tucked Jellybean in between Bucky's and your arm. They both touched and soothed you gently until you startled yourself awake about twenty minutes later.

When you came to and realized you were on Bucky's chest, you sighed heavily, still beyond weary and overstimulated. Bucky gently pulled your head back down, continuing to stroke your hair, humming a sweet song low in his throat.

You turned your tired eyes to your Papa, who smiled at you. You rolled off Bucky's chest to get closer to Steve, but then felt bad for leaving Bucky and started to tear up again.

They both instantly closed the gaps between all three of you, snuggling you into a super soldier sandwich, which stopped the new wave of tears.

As Bucky carded his fingers through your hair, Steve gently held a bottle up to your lips. You whined and turned away for a moment, but he gently took your chin and brought it back, then held the bottle up again.

You gave up and let him give you the bottle, truly surrendering after you realized that you were actually starving and the milk had yummy honey and spices in it like you liked- all warm and so soothing.

After you finished your bottle you fell into a truly deep sleep, finally getting the rest that you needed after such a long day.

[sunlitsorrows]

10, 14, and 21 for the bookish asks?

10. Bookmarks, dog ears or leaving the novel open and face down to keep your spot?

I LOVE BOOKMARKS, and ANY excuse to BUY BOOKMARKS, they are beautiful tiny pieces of functional art! But I will confess to having laid the book open and face down now and then if I was only stepping away for a moment (or, ahem, I thought it was only going to be a moment…)

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14. What is your favourite children’s book?

Oh this one is SO hard! Because Children’s Books is SUCH a broad catagory! And there are so MANY I LOVE. And like, I want to say The Boy, the Mole, the Fox, and the Horse by Charlie Mackesy but I’m not sure it was written FOR children so much as for an adult’s inner child? Like as much as I love it and the art I know it wouldn’t have appealed as much to me when I actually was a child? I liked bright colors and really complicated pictures, like in Where’s Waldo, I wanted to get lost in the pictures.

But when I was a child, the book that probably had the most impact on me was a picture book called Outside Over There by Maurice Sendak; I’m not sure how baby me came to the conclusion I was a goblin changeling (I don’t want to blame my sister but “look it’s you” was the kind of joke she would have made, because I Was Actually the kind of child who would dance until I passed out if you didn’t turn the music off), but it was a TERROR I struggled with for YEARS before I discovered what Autism was. Now I am very fond of the book! 🤣

But also Shel Silverstein’s kids poetry books like Falling Up and Where the Sidewalk Ends, which was the beginning of a lifelong love of poetry, Dr. Seuss, especially There’s a Wocket in my Pocket, and also an honorary mention to another picture book, Tuesday by David Wiesner, which still makes me cackle.

You see the problem is I have too many favorites and I really can’t pick just one.

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21. Ideal reading position?

Cradled in the loving embrace of my recliner, but not actually reclined. I have chronic pain and lose feeling in my arms if they stay bent too long, holding the book in my lap is the position I can hold the longest without that happening for the best uninterrupted immersion.

Alternatively! Crocheting while listening to an audiobook! More or less the same position though. 🤔🤣

[stereobabe]

playlist of the day. yellowstone is ron and I's favorite tv show, but we've never seen it.

[vtgbooks]

dr seuss there's a wocket in my pocket a5 size