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rose-pearls · 2 years

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Father's Day

Summary: time for Father's Day and it so happen Bob loves chocolate chips pancakes.

Could be seen as a follow up to Lucy Lu, as it is the same child but they can also be read apart.

“What are we making today?”, you ask your five-year-old daughter and she looks at you with a bright smile.

“Pancakes with chocolate chips for daddy.”, you chuckle and start putting an apron on her to avoid a mess.

“We have to be quick before he finds us.”, that seems to set your daughter in action, and she starts measuring the ingredients with your help.

The ingredients are ready, and she looks at you with her dad’s blue eyes that are sparkling with happiness.

“Now, we are going to mix the ingredients, but not too much so that they stay fluffy.”, Lucy nods quickly before letting you put the ingredients int the bowl and carefully mixing.

“Is that alright?”, she asks while looking worriedly at the mixture.

“It’s perfect but it still needs one thing.”, you look at her with a mischievous smile and she ponders for a minute before she realizes.

“Chocolate chips!”, she whispers loudly, and you grin at her words.

“Let’s take them and then we can start cooking.”, Lucy puts enough chocolate chips but not too much, which makes you laugh before slowly mixing them with the rest.

You start the pan and put a little bit of butter just as she ends her pancake batter.

“Ready to cook?”, she nods and comes closer to you, watching as you slowly put a bit of the batter in the pan and flipping it as bubbles appear.

“It’s rising!”, she exclaims, and you can’t help the small laugh at her wonder as she looks at the pancake.

“It is, you did a great job.”, you say, and she smiles proudly as the first pancake is done.

You continue making the rest of the pancakes while Lucy stays by your side and singing along to a song that she had heard yesterday at school.

When the pancakes are finally done, she takes the time to put them exactly how she wants them and then looks at you satisfied.

“You really are like your dad.”, you say lovingly and the bright smile you get in return makes you chuckle.

The ‘Happy Father’s Day’ card is next to the carefully platted pancakes and a cup of coffee is next to them on the plate.

You take it up the stairs while Lucy nearly jumps out of her skin in excitement at the sight of the door.

“Ready for the surprise?”, you whisper, and she nods excitedly before opening the door to your bedroom.

“Happy Father’s Day daddy!”, you hear her scream in the bedroom and judging by a loud thud of the covers she has landed on Bob.

The room is now filled with sunlight, and you can see Lucy lying on Bob like a starfish giggling at her dad’s reaction at the sight of the pancakes.

“Chocolate chips pancakes, for me?”, he is now sitting up and holding Lucy close to him, who enjoys the hug as she stays in his embrace.

“Happy Father’s Day handsome.”, you whisper as you put the plate next to him. Bob hums before kissing you lovingly, the tender smile never leaving his face.

“Dad, I wrote you a card.”, Lucy quickly says and gives him the card that she had made with Rooster’s help when she went to his house last weekend.

Inside was a drawing of the three of you and a little message on the inside that made Bob tear up at the sight of it.

“Do you like it?”, she seems anxious, like she is scared that her father won’t like it.

“Like it? I love it sweetheart. Thank you so much!”, he takes Lucy into his arms and starts kissing her everywhere making her laugh loudly and trying to avoid the tickles.

“Dad! You need to eat the pancakes, or they’ll be cold.”, she says with a serious glint in her eyes, and you chuckle at the sight of it.

“Alright, alright I’ll start eating.”, the three of you talk about what you want to do today and as Bob finishes his pancakes Lucy springs out of the bed.

“I’ll go get ready! Don’t be late!”, she says, and you look at Bob in surprise while he looks defeated.

“She is spending far too much time with Hangman.”, that makes you laugh, and Bob looks at you with a bright smile.

“Thank you for breakfast this morning.”, his arms are around you and you enjoy the feeling of his strong arms around you and the smell of his cologne.

“That was all your daughter.”, he kisses your forehead and starts drawing patterns on your hip.

“I do have a gift for you.”, you whisper against his chest and Bob’s hand stops for a second before continuing.

“You didn’t have to.”, he whispers back, and you scoff before getting a bit out of his embrace to take a box that was in your nightstand.

“Happy Father’s Day Bob.”, he smiles gratefully and kisses you quickly before opening the box with curious eyes.

Inside is a little onesie with a small text on it ‘Baby on board #2’, Bob seems to be in shock for a moment but shakes out of it and looks at you with hopeful eyes.

“Really? Your pregnant?”, you nod unable to form words as you start to feel emotional. Bob’s smile is wide as he cups your cheeks and kisses you fervently.

“God, I love you.”, he whispers as you try to catch your breath after the kiss. But before you can reply a voice screams through the house.

“Are you nearly done? The aquarium opens at 10!”, you both laugh at the annoyed tone and look at each other lovingly.

“Better get ready before she comes upstairs.”, we snigger before leaving the bed to get ready to celebrate Bob.

#top gun imagine #top gun x reader #top gun fanfiction #bob top gun #bob floyd fanfiction #bob floyd x y/n #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd #robert bob floyd

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nevadas-night-time-novelist · 5 months

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Pleaaaasse do you have any hc for my beautiful wife chopper Dave my sweet little British pilot

(The only British man I love)

Fuck you, I'm British >:( /light hearted

Chopper Dave general headcanons

CW: mentions of alcohol, British

He can and will cause problems on purpose, he finds it funny as hell, and has basically no fear. He's here for a fun time, not a long time.

Buddy buddy with Q-Bert, both bonded over their love for fine whiskey and the fact they're both from over the pond, even if they have petty disputes about whether England or Scotland is better. They have had physical fights over it before, but are still on good terms. Mostly.

Learned to fly just so he could be like his Dad. Plus he totally gets the best views in all of the state. Also the bomber jacket is fly as fuck (pun intended) and he loves sewing neat patches into it.

Has a photo of MPN SQ team that he keeps in his plane, they're his found family and he likes to keep the reminder close to him. He's also got pics of his real family.

Hates American candy, far too artificial in flavour, he deeply misses sweet from his home. You find some imported chocolate and give it to him, he will get misty eyed.

Once asked Chef for fish and chips, got an unbattered fish and crisps and he actually threw up from distress. God what he'd give for a proper pub meal.

Pansexual 100% He's got no preference, if you wanna romance him, he's on board no matter what you identify as, he's just happy for the company and love. Kissing him on the lips makes his knees actually weak, he will fall into your arms.

Starfish sleeper, all sprawled out, covers a mess and pillow has been yeeted to the ground. He snores a bit, but isn't too loud. Doesn't make his bed in the mornings and will probably never learn.

If romantically involved, he likes to have some part of him touching you while you both sleep. A hand on your arm/shoulder, foot on your foot/leg, you using his shoulder as a pillow, just anything to know you're still there with him :)

He's got thick arm hair, and that's about the only body hair he's got. He can't even grow a proper beard or moustache, which is sad coz he wants one of those old fashioned curly pilot ones. Not happening fam.

He's got short brown curls under his hat, which he shaves to a buzzcut now and then when its too long to handle. He has pretty poor self care, but he's happy enough.

Lil bit of chub to him, got that dad-bod vibe going on.

Drinks maybe a little too often, a chain smoker too. We've all got our vices baby, and a pack of cigs will get you all across Nevada with his whirly bird man.

#chopper dave #madcom #madness combat #madness project nexus #mpn #moonamite #general headcanons #x gon deliver to ya

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coralreeferband · 12 days

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7 16 20 and 26 :)

7. what animal do you look forward to seeing when you visit an aquarium?

Starfish - I love a touch tide pool

And a shark tunnel

16. thoughts on mint chocolate chip?

Love it!

20. favorite disney princess movie?

Mulan!

26. how’s your spice tolerance?

I would say above average. I know people with very high tolerance and I have tried to build up mine and I like spicy food. But I have a limit.

#thank youuuu!#ask game

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rizegreymon22arts · 8 months

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23th entry of @cursedeya's faketober 2023, today category: Food.

GINGSTAR (Ginger + Star) - Fairy/Water type.

Is based on a species of starfish called Protoreaster nodosus, popularly known as Chocolate Chip Starfish.

Is also based on a gingerbread cookie, and also on the fairy tale of the gingerbread man.

#pokemon #fakemon #faketober #faketober 2023 #fakemon challenge #challenge

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railroad-migraine · 2 years

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Hi! I wanted to submit this to you it may be a little self indulgent but you are one of my favorite writers and I need my confort.

So headcanons (or whatever you feel doing) for C3 x Druid!reader, them on a idyllic meadow with a lake, chilling, cuddling and the reader making flower crowns or putting flowers on them while they feel asleep under a tree… you can write whatever comes to your mind for each one really those are just some ideas😊

-🌱🫖

Welcome 🌱🫖 anon 🥺 This was a very soft idea, very self indulgent. I don't normally dish out requests so soon after they've been recieved, but I had to bump it up my queue list

~ Poet

Druid!S/O's Day Out Date

Ashton 💙

You're only there five minutes before Ashton flops down to lay out in the sun, starfished on the ground as he begins to soak up the rays. I've mentioned this before, but some earth genasis react to heat the same way a rock does - in this case, Ashton's skin slowly begins to prickle with warmth the longer they lie there. A living heat stone. This is the best opportunity you'll get to sneak up and curl into their side for a cuddle and a snooze.

Shrugs off their jacket and rolls up their trouser legs and sets their boots and gear to the side. He's holding your hand to keep him you balanced as you both wade barefoot in the shallows of the lake. You find pretty pebbles and common gemstone debris, smoothed glass chips of wine bottles from fey dinner parties hundreds of years ago. He pockets every fragment he comes across, each a little reminder of this place and time spent with you.

Will most definitely push you into the water, practically cackles when you resurface. Your clothes are drenched, soaked to the bone and clinging to your skin, but they will happily kiss you deeply when you pull them in after you. Try not to imagine them picking you up and twirling you around effortlessly - they're a strong boi, he can do it no problem. Eventually, he settles you down carefully, grinning so freely and genuinely, mirroring your own expression.

Chetney 💙

He was immediately drawn to the idea of fishing in the nearby lake. Or I should say, Chetney tried one attempt at fishing, and failed miserably to catch anything. He ended up kneeling by the bank with his hands dipping into the water while he watches his elusive ex-prey swim within the crystal clear lake. He's pouting as they flicker by, but secretly likes the sun on the back of his neck and the coolness of the water. It's more bearable a tease when you pat his shoulder and murmur reassuring words.

Hums and sings softly while he works away with a carving he brought with him, his voice carried on the breeze as it ruffles your clothes. He's no bard - far from it - but he finds a comfortable range in familiar lyrics, and it's all you need while the creak bubbles and the trees creak contentedly.

While you settle down at the base of your new favourite tree, a journal or spell book or novel in hand, your faithful gnome scuttles around in a circle on all fours, getting himself comfy, before nuzzling his head in your lap. After barely tracing his forehead with a finger and scritching him behind the ears, he's fully conked out, fast asleep and snoring.

Dorian 💙

Give this man a bottle of sparkling wine and a flower crown, stat. He's come prepared with a makeshift picnic in his pack - cheeses, cured meats, fruit, crusty bread, cream and chocolate and whatever else you may desire. Dorian knows what you like and how to make it, and does it especially well when it's dessert related. Manages to forget a blanket to sit on, but happily spreads out his cape across the vibrant grass instead.

You bet your butt he's brought his instruments to serenade you as the sun goes down, inking the watercolour sky with blues, reds, oranges, pinks and purples. His face is warm under your gaze, his fingers catching strings on his lute or gasping for breath on his flute, a bit nervous. But you barely notice. How could you when the moment is so perfect and he keeps looking at you like that?

Holds out his hand to you, sighs a smile when you take it, gently pulls you close and slowly begins to sway to the music that nature provides. He twirls you around when birds flock overhead. You return the favour as leaves crunch underfoot. He bows like the gent he is and kisses your knuckles just as the light begins go dim.

Fearne 💙

It's initially a bit chaotic, I'm not gonna lie. You both enter you secret clearing, hand in hand as Fearne begins to ooh and ahh at the picturesque scene ahead. The moment is then disturbed by Little Mister screeching and scrambling up one of the large oak trees. You and the faun have to coo reassuringly at him once he scales to the top, suddenly afraid of his newfound height.

Once he's back on the ground though, it's such a lovely day. She begins picking flowers and berries growing on the outskirts of the glade, and organises them into separate pouches (toxic and non toxic - please don't let her mix up which one is which) for later shenanigans. You don't think she can talk to plants, but she claims that the red clovers won't stop gushing about how perfect you are.

Provides the most amazing cuddles once her curiosity towards the flora has been sated. Both of you being druids, together you fashion delicate pillows of flowers and leaves, a blanket in case the sun sets too soon. She's soft and strong as she holds you close, your nose in her hair - ticklish, perhaps, but worth it when she smells of rain and fire and magic.

Imogen 💙

She brings this massive sun hat with a brim that keeps flopping over her face and accidentally covering her eyes. Imogen huffs and says it's more of a hindrance than helpful, but she's literally so cute that you duck under it to give her unexpected surprise kisses throughout the day. She stammers every time but always melts just as you move away.

She gets freckles on her shoulders and legs as she spends the day in soft sunlight with you, enjoying the peace and quiet your hideaway offers. She can finally breathe and hear herself think, your thoughts sometimes bleeding in with hers - not overwhelming, but welcome. She has a book to read, flicking through chapter after chapter with ease for the first time in what feels like ever. The isolation is a welcome sensation, the absence of her headaches unusual but a gift.

Begins to read out loud when you move to sit behind her, arms curling around her middle and perching your chin on her shoulder. She muffles a laugh when you absentmindedly place a kiss to her skin there, especially if she's reciting a chapter from the romance novel. She shies away at some of the cheesier scenes, and is reassured by your combined comments and thoughts, but inevitably sets the book down in favour of the wonderful person beside her.

Laudna 💙

The flowing layered grey skirt with frills at the hem that she chose today is specially worn for you this occasion. She slips off her shoes and swings them gently by the ribbons as she walks ahead of you, the grounding of the soil and grass beneath her feet, the softness of the skirt's material swaying about her legs, and the warmth of the sun on her face is delightful. She's basically glowing and feels alive and new. It makes your heart happy to see your favourite person in your favourite place.

Adores cloud watching. Despite her seemingly frail form, she drags you along to a lovely patch of grass and urges you to lie down, and she follows you after to lay her head on your shoulder. She begins to point out and speculate shapes overhead, naming creatures and characters you've never heard of before but so terribly wish to get to know. You both combine your cloud shapes and act out their stories before they drift away.

She feels like a princess with her druid lover in such a secluded paradise. You're braiding flowers into her hair in the shade (she burns easily) while she chatters away with Pâté and Sashimi in her lap. Once you tap her shoulders and signal you're finished your work, she skips over to the water to admire her reflection before pressing a giggly kiss to your mouth.

Orym 💙

Flower power couple ;^; Orym is weaving you such beautiful floral arrangements worthy of winning pageants, tucking them into your hair, behind your ear, about your collar and wrists as you struggle to keep up with him. He's got such a natural affinity for flower crowns and daisy chains in particular, despite not being an avid magic user. The tips of his ears burn crimson when you place your own crown upon his head, brushing stray locks of hair from his face tenderly as you do so.

Didn't plan to bring a picnic, but brought leftover pie slices from breakfast wrapped in parchment to share. The pastry is flaky, tastier than it was when it was first served that morning. You both fill your canteens and wineskins from a little nearby stream, the water tasting clean and finer than any ale to cleanse your palate. It's a simple bite to eat, but when you're surrounded by such luscious green land, you can't help but feel like you've been spoiled by a feast.

Promises you that he's not tired, even when his eyelids begin to feel heavy and he is trying to hold back a yawn. It's only late afternoon, but you know it's been an eventful day. He tucks himself into your side, adamant on staying awake, but you're warm and soft and he works so hard and stays on guard all the time... closing his eyes might do him some good. Soon enough, you've got a quietly snoring halfling gripping onto your side, his forehead pressed to your ribs. You let him rest as you enjoy the peace of your secret meadow, and you swear you feel his hand gently squeeze your own in thanks.

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