#i wan to eat him like marshmallow cereal

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happy birthday little queen 💖

[thefloorisbalaclava]

Hello lovely! So a friend and I have been talking about Frankie lately and how damn adorable it would be if he were his kids little league baseball coach. Like, he passes down his old mitt to them from high school days (even though it’s comically too big for them) because it gave him good luck, and of course all the guys would come to support them (possibly Benny or Santi even trying to hit on the single moms because of course they would LOL) could possibly be in the neighbor!frankie universe with Gabi in their future some time? We just thought you’d be perfect to write these random ideas into something beautiful. If you have time or even like the idea of course!! ❤️❤️❤️

I hope you don’t mind me putting this in the mechanic!frankie AU! I think it’s a great way for reader and Frankie to bond a little more!

A/N: You run into your favorite mechanic while out running errands.

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You wandered aimlessly down the aisle of the store, randomly grabbing a box of cereal to throw into your cart as you whistled along to the song playing in your ear. As you rounded the corner, you ran into someone else’s cart. You quickly removed your earbuds to apologize.

“Oh! I am so- Frankie?!” It came out a little louder than you expected, making a few heads turn.

“I thought I was Frankie,” he joked and you rolled your eyes. “What are you doing here?”

“Just picking up a few things.” You looked at his cart. “You look like you’re picking up enough to feed a small army.”

“I kinda am.” He held his jacket open to show you his baseball jersey. “Got a game tonight and we’re gonna have a party after--win or lose. You’d be surprised how much those kids can eat.”

“Wait, are you telling me you coach little league?”

“I do, yeah.” He smiled proudly. “I used my own money to get the league started. I buy the uniforms and everything.”

“You didn’t tell me this last night.”

“Well, I was focused on other things,” he said and you giggled like a schoolgirl. “I had fun.”

“Me too and the food was delicious. Remember, next time I’m cooking for you,” you told him.

“Are you doing anything later?” he asked.

“Oh, wow, trying to get me to cook for you already, huh?” you teased.

“No,” he chuckled, “I was wondering if you’d like to come out and watch the game. Cheer us on a little.”

“I’ll be there. Where is it?” you asked and he told you. “Coach Frankie...it fits you.”

“Thanks.” He stood there silently for a moment. “Why is it always so hard to say goodbye to you?”

“I was just wondering the same thing. How about this? We won’t say goodbye just...see you later.”

“Okay then. See you later.”

“See ya, Coach Frankie.” You winked and pushed your cart past him and he watched until you were out of sight.

It was a nice day out so you decided to walk. The game was already underway by the time you got there, and you didn’t know it but Frankie had been scanning the bleachers for you. This time when he looked up and spotted you, he beamed and waved then turned back to all the kids that surrounded him. Once he was done, he walked over to the fence and waved you down.

“You made it,” he said.

“Yeah, sorry I’m late. I walked,” you told him.

“No umbrella?” he asked then looked up at the sky. “It’s gonna rain, you know. Can’t you smell it?”

“The weatherman said nothing about rain today.”

“He could be wrong...” Someone called his name and he turned. “I’ll see you after the game, okay? Don’t sit alone. My friends are up there.” He nodded to the group of guys sitting at the very top of the bleachers.

“Okay. Good luck, Coach.” You smiled and made your way up the bleachers.

“So you’re Frankie’s girl, huh?” one of the men asked. “I’m Benny, by the way.”

“Hi Benny. And I’ve met you, Santiago...right?” Santiago nodded and shook your hand.

“This is my brother William,” Benny said. You shook his hand too then sat down to watch the game. It made you smile to see Frankie enjoying himself, surrounded by children who obviously hung on every word he said. You didn’t hear him shout once aside from cheering for his team. At one point you got so into it that you stood up and cheered louder than anyone else. The guys snickered as you cleared your throat and sat back down.

They ended up winning the game and you all went down to congratulate them.

“What a win, Coach Frankie,” you said, giving him a high five.

“I think I might have had a good luck charm out there in the crowd,” he said and you looked down shyly. The guys came over and you stood back while they talked to him. Afterwards, Frankie reminded everyone of the little party he had put together in the park for them so you all walked over and enjoyed pizza and snacks with the team and their parents.

Frankie told you that you didn’t have to help clean but you wanted to. You weren’t exactly ready to say goodnight just yet. His friends said their goodbyes and his players all gave him a high five and a hug before leaving with their families.

When the last of the mess was thrown away, Frankie turned to you, lifting his cap to scratch at his head. “You mind if I walk you home?” he asked.

“I don’t mind at all.”

“Oops...almost forgot my umbrella.” He sprinted over to where he left it then made his way back to your side.

“You really brought an umbrella? It’s not going to rain,” you repeated.

“Yeah, it is. Here...let me show you. This is what my dad taught me.” He led you over to a tree. “You see when the wind blows and the backs of the leaves show? That means rain.”

“I see but...” You felt a raindrop on your head and Frankie shrugged.

“Told ya. Come on.” 

You two walked slowly through the park, taking the longer way around. “Maybe it won’t rain too bad.” No sooner had you said that than the skies opened up. You squealed and Frankie opened his umbrella as quickly as he could, pulling you under there with him.

“Think we can make it to the bridge?” he asked over the rain.

“I don’t know...” Suddenly he took your hand and pulled you along as he ran under the bridge then leaned against the stones to catch his breath.

“I...told...you,” he teased.

“Don’t rub it in,” you breathed. You smiled at him and he smiled back. He took his hat off and slicked his hair back before replacing it.

“At least it waited until after the game,” he said. He saw you hugging yourself and shrugged his jacket off before draping it over your shoulders. “There.”

“Thanks.” You pulled it around you tighter and were hit with a delightful smell. You closed your eyes and let yourself be surrounded by it. “Sandalwood,” you said out loud.

“Hm?”

“Your jacket...it smells like sandalwood,” you said.

“Oh yeah. One of my favorite scents,” he told you.

“Fits you. Very earthy and...” Your breath hitched as you noticed how close he was to you. “...you.”

“Very earthy and me?”

“Y-Yeah.” You two just stared at each other for awhile and you felt yourself being drawn to him, your body leaning towards his.

“Looks like it’s letting up,” he said suddenly, breaking the spell you were under.

“Oh...yeah, it does.” You tried to hide your slight disappointment.

“Shall we, my lady?” He offered his arm while he used the other to hold the umbrella. “Not my lady,” he amended, “I meant like...”

“I know what you meant. Let’s go.” You took his arm and moved as close as you could to get under the umbrella with him.

“I’m not used to this, you know,” he said after a few moments of silence. “I haven’t walked through the park like this since my wife died...” His words trailed off.

“Thank you for sharing something so special with me, Frankie.”

By the time he got you home, the rain had stopped and the sun had started to go down.

“Thank you for letting me walk you home.”

“Thank you for walking me home,” you countered and he chuckled.

“Can I call you tonight?” he asked.

“Of course. You can call whenever you like.”

“Great...awesome.” He walked backwards down the path. “Talk to you soon,” he said before turning away. As he walked along, he noticed he had started whistling I’m Singing in the Rain. He twirled his umbrella playfully and purposely jumped in a puddle.

“What a glorious feeling, and I’m happy again...” he sang to himself.

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That’s not a Spaceship

Words: 906 Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Guest Staring: Peter Parker & Steve Rogers  INFINITY WAR CHALLENGE Requested by: @vxidnik Prompt: Bucky Barnes & #7 “What’s the matter with you kids? You’ve never seen a spaceship before?”    A/N: So I tried to see what happened if Bucky Barnes turned out to be a huge Star Wars fan and this was the result. :D

“Hey, [Y/N], you like Star Wars, right?” Bucky approached you one morning while you were eating your breakfast. You looked at the box of cereal that was sat next to your elbow. It had Yoda printed on the box and marshmallows shaped like lightsabers.

“Yes.” You nodded. Before eating a spoonful of the cereal. “This stuff turns the milk blue.” You pointed at the bowl with your spoon.

“So, the new Star Wars just came out.” Bucky observed, sipping from his coffee cup.

“That it did, Buck.” You finished the last of your cereal and drank down the last of the blue milk. “Have you seen it yet?”

“Well, actually I was hoping you’d like to watch it with me.” He confessed. “No one else we know likes Star Wars as much as you do. I had a lot of fun watching The Force Awakens with you last time. I’ve invited Peter Parker and Rogers to watch it with us too, but I think it’d be more fun with you there.”

“Sure.” You smiled. “That sounds great. Name the time and I’ll be there.”

At seven o’clock that night you met with Steve and Peter outside of Bucky’s dorm in the Avenger’s Compound. It was the first time you’d even been to Bucky’s room. For the most part the Winter Solider kept to himself, and he very rarely invited anyone besides Steve to his room.

“You know, I’m feeling slightly underdressed for the occasion.” Steve indicated his plain blue t-shirt and jeans before looking over at you and Peter.

Peter was wearing a onesie that was screen printed to look like a rebel pilot’s jumpsuit. You were wearing a skater dress designed after everyone’s favorite droid, R2D2. Now that everyone had arrived, Steve knocked on Bucky’s door and waited for him to answer. You were completely surprised by Bucky’s get up when he answered the door. He was dressed from head to toe as a jedi. He was wearing brown pants, a tan tunic and a long brown robe.

“Now I really feel underdressed.” Steve remarked stepping passed Bucky. You and Peter shrugged before following in after him.

“Holy force!” You exclaimed when you finally cast your eyes on the inside of the dorm for the first time. Bucky’s bed was covered in a bright colorful Star Wars bedspread. The walls were plastered with posters and images from all eight movies. There was a Death Star lamp mounted on the wall, and a custom made coffee table that looked like a Tie fighter tipped on it’s side, but none of that compared to what was tucked away in one corner of the room.

“Is that a landspeeder?” Peter exclaimed, sprinting over to the object in question. “That’s so cool!”

“No way!” You chased after Peter. “That’s one of those limited-edition ride-on ones!” The craft was small and obviously meant for children. It probably didn’t go faster than 5MPH, but it was still one of the coolest things you’d ever seen in someone’s room.

“What’s the matter with you kids?” Bucky laughed, trying to sound casual about the situation. “You’ve never seen a spaceship before?”

“Peter might be new at this job,” You jabbed a thumb in the young boy’s direction. “But you know for a fact that I’ve seen multiple real spaceships. And that is technically not a spaceship.” You folded your arms across your chest and offered a playful pout. “besides I’m not a kid!”

“When you’re a hundred-year-old man, everyone is a kid to you.” Bucky smirked.

“Don’t be so dramatic.” You rolled your eyes. “You’re only seventy-five years older than me.”

“Well, maybe this old man can teach you a thing or two.” You and Bucky had been playing this sort of game for as long as you knew each other. You never quite flirted, but always danced around the edges of it. One of these days you hoped one of you finally made good on the teasing.

“Hey, I don’t really want to ruin the moment you’re having over there…” Peter said, climbing into Bucky’s landspeeder. “But does this thing have like sound effects and everything?” Without waiting for a response, he began pushing buttons on the plastic vehicle.

“I want one of these!” You decided, wedging yourself in the landspeeder next to Peter. The pair of you barely fit in it together, but you made it work.

“Are you two gonna sit in that ridiculous thing all night?” Steve asked with a soft, hearty chuckle.

“We might!” You snapped with a smile of your own.

“Hell yeah!” Peter replied at the same time.

“It can’t be comfortable, sitting like that with your knees up to your chin.” Bucky pointed at Peter, who really could rest his chin on his kneecaps, he was scrunched so tight. The Spiderman paid no attention to his position, and instead continued to turn the yoke of the speeder left and right. You had opted to let your legs dangle off the sides of the speeder, giving you plenty of room.

“Oh, Buck are you jealous?” You winked up at him. “Don’t worry, Soldier. You’re the obi-wan for me.”

“Hey, I may not look like much, but I’ve got it where it counts, kid.” Bucky smirked at you and offered you a hand to help climb back out of the plastic speeder.

“Would you two just kiss already?!” Peter begged from his seat next to you.