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watching bones for the first time and temperance brennan makes my heart warm because i struggle with some of the same things ツ

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still haven't found my cat... losing my mind because none of my neighbours have seen him either :(((

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oh oh fawn, happy summerween do you feel compelled to write something for this with our bf Bucky 'piggy back rides when one gets tired from walking for so long'???

“My feet hurt,” you whine, leaning into Bucky as you walk down the cobbled pavement. 

Bucky chuckles, you’ve been exploring all day. Walking from place to place as you tried pastries; a mix of sweet and savory, then went to the museum and finally for ice cream. 

Bucky had warned you not to wear your new shoes today. Sure they were cute ballet flats, but they needed to be broken into. Now you’re suffering the consequences. 

“Want me to carry you? We’re still some distance from the house.” 

Bucky hooks an arm over your shoulder, the flat of his palm grazing the small of your back. 

Your eyes widen, hopefulness filling them as you look up at Bucky. 

He smiles and stops in the middle of the pavement, turning so his back is to you. “Come closer, doll.” you shimmy up behind him and squeal a little when Bucky’s hands cement themselves under your bum and lift you onto his back. 

You sigh as soon as he straightens up, hand hanging limp around his neck. It’s not like you need to hold on. 

“You’re the best,” you press your cheek into his shoulder, shutting your eyes as you listen to Bucky’s measured steps.

You feel him hum more than you hear it, “‘Cause you get princess carried?”

“Well I wouldn’t class this as princess,” he chuckles, pinching the underside of your bum making you squeal. “But this is a great added bonus.” 

“You’re such a spoiled brat,” he mumbles, though he hardly means it. Bucky likes you spoiled; he liked spoiling you even though he wouldn’t necessarily call a piggy back ride home spoiled. 

You smile, “Your spoiled brat though.” 

Your face shifts so your cheek is pressed against Bucky’s cool metal shoulder. The steadiness of his steps start lulling you to the limbo space between waking and sleep. You’re nearly home, maybe a block of walking again, and Bucky can feel the difference in your breathing as you start falling asleep. 

He smiles, “Damn right, doll.” 

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Oh and another thing, Bucky learns REAL quick that he must get a sweet treat with you otherwise there won’t be any sweet treats and potentially an attitude!

Like the first time you ask and he says, ‘I’m okay doll, what do you want though’ Bucky watches your shoulders drop, and your eyes dim a little as you tell him, ‘nothing. I don’t want anything.’ He’s taken aback because you’d just been going on about the pistachio olive oil cake in the case. Bucky catches on quick though, and still gets you both something to go. The next time you ask, even though he really doesn’t want an ice cream, he gets a cup because he didn’t like the way your smile faltered last time he didn’t want anything.

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Bucky loves watching you go through your night time routine. He likes how all the big lights come off, how you ask him to turn on all the lamps and light all the candles while you take a hot shower. Sometimes you ask him to make a cup of tea for you for when you’re doing your skincare, he’ll bring it for you at the vanity he out together for you and just get lost in watching you go about your routine. He likes watching you wind down and get cozy and Bucky especially likes it when you get into bed and lay right up next to him and ask him to stroke your back as you find something to watch on the tv… he’s just incredibly soft for you

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[through tears] yeah i remain whimsical

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oh oh fawn, happy summerween do you feel compelled to write something for this with our bf Bucky 'piggy back rides when one gets tired from walking for so long'???

“My feet hurt,” you whine, leaning into Bucky as you walk down the cobbled pavement. 

Bucky chuckles, you’ve been exploring all day. Walking from place to place as you tried pastries; a mix of sweet and savory, then went to the museum and finally for ice cream. 

Bucky had warned you not to wear your new shoes today. Sure they were cute ballet flats, but they needed to be broken into. Now you’re suffering the consequences. 

“Want me to carry you? We’re still some distance from the house.” 

Bucky hooks an arm over your shoulder, the flat of his palm grazing the small of your back. 

Your eyes widen, hopefulness filling them as you look up at Bucky. 

He smiles and stops in the middle of the pavement, turning so his back is to you. “Come closer, doll.” you shimmy up behind him and squeal a little when Bucky’s hands cement themselves under your bum and lift you onto his back. 

You sigh as soon as he straightens up, hand hanging limp around his neck. It’s not like you need to hold on. 

“You’re the best,” you press your cheek into his shoulder, shutting your eyes as you listen to Bucky’s measured steps.

You feel him hum more than you hear it, “‘Cause you get princess carried?”

“Well I wouldn’t class this as princess,” he chuckles, pinching the underside of your bum making you squeal. “But this is a great added bonus.” 

“You’re such a spoiled brat,” he mumbles, though he hardly means it. Bucky likes you spoiled; he liked spoiling you even though he wouldn’t necessarily call a piggy back ride home spoiled. 

You smile, “Your spoiled brat though.” 

Your face shifts so your cheek is pressed against Bucky’s cool metal shoulder. The steadiness of his steps start lulling you to the limbo space between waking and sleep. You’re nearly home, maybe a block of walking again, and Bucky can feel the difference in your breathing as you start falling asleep. 

He smiles, “Damn right, doll.” 

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i think my cat ran away :((

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Meeting with a parent to let them know their child isn’t meeting any of the age requirements for what we need to send her to Pre-k and she’s honestly going to lose it today I already know it

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Okay but John Nolan calling me a mean girl and kissing me might fix me

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Djo Warsaw

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I love the summerween idea so much, it's adorable! what about evil gnomes with Matt Murdock and "late night beach walks"? <3

Matt has your heels in his hands and listens to your footsteps crunch through the sand as you giggle.

You’re a little drunk and leaving your cousin’s wedding.

Matt doesn’t mind, and he can just about picture how cute you look wearing his blazer jacket over your shoulders, and your footsteps sending you stumbling in the sand.

“Sweetheart, slow down.” He murmurs when you stumble three times in a row.

“M’okay Matty,” you call back, taking a few steps forward before stopping completely. “Are we nearly there?”

He laughs then, a joke about not being able to see on the tip of his tongue. “Yes, baby.” He wraps his arm around you when he meets you where you stand.

Matt stays out as you turn your head to the shushing of the waves. He knows what you want to do before one of your muscles tick.

“No sweetheart,” he presses his nose to your temple. “We can come back in the morning.”

You look up at him and pout. Matt’s hand slides from your hip to the back of your neck; he presses two kisses to your lips.

“C’mon, wanna get you into something softer.” Your feet drag you in step with Matt, but your ‘sadness,’ only lasts for three more seconds before you start asking Matt when you two can get married.

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Pre period feels are the worst :( Sending you lots of hugs 💕

Thank you angel🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 my mum made chicken lo mein (a MAJOR comfort food of mine) and I’ve got a four day weekend so I’m trying to soak this all up

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Have to get a certificate of character from the police station… I haven’t been in there since I went to report my assault and I’m a little scared

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pre period depression is hitting again :{

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hi fawn! happy summerween, would you mind a request for spencer?? if not, could i get ¹⁷⁾ tracing tanlines under a fingertip with him?

this was such a fun request to write! thank you for requesting

Spencer feels his heart in his throat as he watches you walk out of the water towards him. Your hips swish as you walk to him, you push your hair out of your face and smile when you catch his eye. 

Spencer’s hot instantly when you sit on his lap, soaking his thighs. 

“You won’t come in the water with me?” You ask, tipping your hips so you’re leaning into his chest. “The water’s cool.” 

Spencer smiles despite how hard his heart is hammering. 

His hand slips to the hem of your tankini, thumb stroking against your lower stomach. 

“I know, but I like it under the umbrella.” He manages to keep an even tone and is proud of himself for it.

You pout, eyelashes dripping salt water onto Spencer’s chest like tears. “But you’d look pretty with a tan.” 

Spencer chuckles, his fingers slipping further up your waist. He can see a tan forming on your shoulders already. His fingers are nimble as they slip under the strap, pressing into the tan to see if it stings. When you don’t hiss, Spencer kisses your jaw. 

“Not any prettier than you.” he murmurs, lips moving against your skin where he presses another few kisses. 

“You’re such a flirt.” you rake your fingers through the curls at the nape of his neck, making Spencer shiver. Goosebumps erupt along his arms fast, staying in place the longer you carry on stroking his neck. 

“You love it,” his lips meander to yours, kissing you sweetly before you can deny it- Spencer knows it would be a lie, anyway.

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Ooooo this sounds fun! For evil gnomes, can I request a prompt with Joaquin Torres and balcony views? ☺️

Thank you for requesting🫶🏼

"Joaquín look!" you're leaning over the balcony railing, and pointing to the sea.

You're only in Florida, but in all the years of travelling there, you've never seen any dolphins. They're majestic, even if they're a little scary. Watching them from a safe distance like this, is just enough for you.

Joaquín comes up behind you, chin on your shoulder, looking out where you're pointing. "What am I looking at, amor?"

You turn so your cheek is pressed against his shoulder, cool against his sun kissed skin. "Look at the dolphins!"

Joaquín chuckles, kissing your shoulder as he spots the dolphins jumping in the water.

It warms his heart seeing you so excited about the sea animals, but it's adorable and he loves it.

Joaquín presses his nose against your shoulder when you squeal again, goosebumps erupting along your arms as two more join the first pair that you were looking at.

"They're so pretty," you sigh wistfully, leaning over the railing a little further making Joaquín hold onto your hip.

"Mhm," he watches how your hair blows in the breeze, the faint taste of salt in the air. "Breathtaking."