cream-vanilla

anonymous asked:

ben and jerrys australia is banning ordering two scoops of the same ice cream until same gender marriage is legalised in australia and... what the actual fuck??? this is the most annoying instance of corporations adopting social movements I've ever fucking seen. not being able to order two scoops of vanilla ice cream will not legalise same gender marriage, maybe they should idk fund some opposition candidates. in the mean time this aussie lesbian would like 2 scoops of chocolate ice cream.

li i i ik kkeee .. i mean we’re just sayin.

Star-Crossed (M)

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☆Genre: Angst/Fluff/Smut || CEO!Jimin

☆Pairing: Jimin x Reader

☆Length: 22.7k

☆Summary: Like a constellation hung from the skies above, he who had once illuminated the lackluster night sky of the bustling city appeared to you like  a meteor shower raining upon the pitch black horizon, And just as quick and abrupt as the celestial display had graced its way through the lonely skies above, he left just as suddenly as it had arrived. But you should’ve expected this ill-fated story, a waitress struggling to get by had never been fitting of an heir-to-be CEO. What was written in the stars was written into history, and history is an irrevocable phenomenon that cannot be reversed.

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POP STARS: Chill with homemade wholesome ice pops - photography: Blaine Moats - styling: Jennifer Peterson - text: Caitlyn Diimig, RD - recipes: Kelsey Bulat - recipes via Diabetic Living Magazine Summer 2017

  • Creamy Chocolate Pie: chocolate instant pudding, almond milk, whipped topping, dark chocolate, graham crackers
  • Peach and Cream: vanilla pudding, milk, fresh peaches, honey, whipped topping
  • Berry Lemon: lemon, fresh strawberries, fresh blueberries, water, honey
  • Iced Coconut Latte: can unsweetened coconut milk, sugar, brewed coffee chilled
  • Watermelon, Raspberry, and Lime: lime, chopped seedless watermelon, fresh raspberries, lime juice , lime yogurt
  • Pineapple, Kiwi, and Honeydew: water, sugar, cubed fresh pineapple, sliced kiwi, cubed honeydew
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Skyrim jazbay crostata

Jazbay grapes are found on rocky terrain or near hot springs throughout Skyrim. Their rich flavour is so prized that in olden times, permission was required from the Emperor to pick them. While they are no longer banned to the common folk, gathering jazbay is tiresome as they are still rare. If you manage to get your hands on some though, this delicious crostata is perfect for regenerating your magicka (and it tastes amazing too)!

You will need:
Pastry
250g flour
124g butter, very cold and diced
25g caster sugar
2 large egg yolks
3 tbsp milk
Pinch of salt

Filling
3 cups red seedless grapes
½ cup mascarpone cheese
1 tsp vanilla extract
3 tbsp sugar
1 tbsp heavy cream
1 tsp lemon juice
1 egg yolk
Butter, for brushing

Method:
For the pastry, place the flour, butter, salt, and sugar into a food processor and blend until the consistency of breadcrumbs has been reached. Add the egg yolks and milk, then blend again until the dough forms.

Turn the dough onto a floured surface and knead briefly, then wrap in cling film and chill for at least 30 minutes.

Preheat your oven to 205C/400F. Roll out your pastry dough into a centimetre-thick circle with a slight well in the centre (think of a pizza) and set aside on a greased baking tray. Don’t worry if it’s not perfect!

Combine the mascarpone, lemon juice, vanilla, cream, egg yolk, and sugar. Whip until fluffy and spoon into the well of the pastry. Brush the exposed pastry generously with butter.

Top evenly with grapes and bake for 45-50 minutes. If the pastry browns too quickly, cover your crostata with tin foil for the remaining time.

Special Agent Dale Cooper’s Daily Routine

  • 5am- rise
  • 5:07am- coffee
  • 5:15am- meditate
  • 5:30am- exercise, shower, consume “shower coffee”
  • 5:55am - eats powdered donut
  • 6:05am- meets Albert for breakfast. Consumes 3 coffees, 1 orange juice, 8 pancakes, 6 slices of charred bacon, 3 pieces of ham, 2 eggs over hard, all smothered in maple syrup.
  • 6:55am- pays bill and gets coffee for the road.
  • 7:15am- arrives at Twin Peaks Sheriffs Station, immediately consumes 4 jelly donuts and 3 coffees.
  • 12pm- Lunch at the RR Diner.  Turkey sandwich on whole grain bread, fries, endless cup of coffee, 2 slices of cherry pie, 1 slice of huckleberry pie, 3 scoops vanilla ice cream, 2 chocolate milk shakes.
  • 12:50- Driving to crime scene, eats a “road donut.”
  • 12:55- tastes cocaine found at crime scene.  Washes it down with some coffee. Tastes baby laxative just to make sure the cocaine is cocaine.
  • 1:00-2:00pm- Uses bathroom for full hour.
  • 2:05pm- coffee, old-fashioned donut.
  • 2:35pm- meeting at The Roadhouse.  Eats peanuts, drinks 1 Black Yukon Sucker Punch.  
  • 3:00- Coffee
  • 3:05- Donut
  • 3:10- Coffee
  • 3:12- Donut
  • 5:30- Dinner back at RR Diner.  Meatloaf, mashed potatoes, 2 whole cherry pies with vanilla ice cream ordered one slice at a time.  Coffee.
  • 6:30pm- chews 7 sticks of gum.
  • 6:45pm- Donut
  • 7:00pm- After dinner beer and peanuts at The Roadhouse.
  • 8:15pm- Relaxes in lounge of The Great Northern with 2 coffees and 4 glasses of milk.
  • 9:00 pm- In bed with “nightstand pie” and glass of warm milk.
  • 10:07pm- Wakes up and runs to bathroom.  Doesn’t come out for a full hour.
  • 11:15pm- Back to bed.  Insane levels of sugar and caffeine intake cause vivid hallucinations of dancing dwarves and clue giving giants.
  • 1:00am- Wakes up from caffeinated sugar psychosis to call Sheriff Truman saying he’s solved the crime.
  • 1:05am- Falls asleep, forgets he solved the crime.

A Life Less Ordinary by Jebiwonkenobi

It takes a few years but eventually they manage to agree on something; Derek Hale is an asshole, and Stiles Stilinski is in love with him.


Burn by night by thebrotherswinchester

Sheriff Stilinski has been kidnapped by Alpha werewolves. As bait. For his own son.


Cupboard Love by mklutz

He’s carefully balancing the sandwiches and the two biggest tupperware containers he could find that both had functioning lids when the front door opens and he almost drops everything right there in front of the stupid fountain.

If that’s Derek Hale, he’s definitely not a mountain man.


Daddy’s Do’s by apocryphal

“Hi Mr. Stilinski!” Lydia said pertly. “My name’s Lydia, and this is my daddy. His name is Derek Andrew Hale and he watches all of your videos on YouTube a lot, but he still can’t braid.”

[Stiles is a celebrity YouTube hairstylist. Derek may or may not have a crush. Lydia just wants a French braid for school picture day.]


Everything’s Better Under the Sea by tryslora

Everything changes when Derek goes under while surfing, hits his head on a board, and sees a man with a tail swimming away. He wants to know who that was, and what it has to do with Beacon Hills, the one place he never meant to come back to.

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Remember these quick Sonic Boom character sprites I posted some time ago, and I mentioned that I may try and do the rest of the cast from Sonic Boom and then some more? Well, I may have done more than I initially planned…

Again, I made these from entertaining the idea of a Sonic Boom RPG game. And before some asks: Yes, Undertale was kind of the influence I took how I wanted to make these sprites- but, only partially, as in in terms of keeping the sprites more simple in looks. The main inspiration came from the Earthbound/Mother series, because, again I think the type of more simple sprite style, and the more lighthearted and quirky tone of those games would fit quite well for the Sonic Boom universe. I’m also just a fan of the Earthbound/Series in general.

I tried to make just about almost every single minor and background character from the Sonic Boom TV series. Tried.

I also made some Sonic X character sprites for exposition flashback purposes.(It kind of makes sense in context.) I just did the alternate formal and spacesuit sprites for fun. The OCs were basically the result of me practicing on making all of these character sprites.

I didn’t just make a buttload of new characters sprites, either. I went and altered, or even outright completely remade, certain sprites from the original sheet. It shouldn’t be hard to tell which ones were.

The characters in order:

- Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, Amy, Sticks, Orbot, Eggman, Cubot, Shadow, Dave’s mom(design by @drawloverlala), Dave, Chris(design by me), T.W. Barker, Zooey, Perci, Staci(design by me), Og, Foreman Fred/Earl, Fastidious Beaver, Mike.

- Wild Cat, Wolfie, Lady Goat, Fennec Male, Rabbit Girl, Reindeer Girl, Child Monkey, Beth, Sheep Villager, Warthog Male, Leroy the Turtle, Walrus Baby, Lady Walrus, Walrus Child, Male Walrus, Old Monkey, Mrs.Vandersnout, Willy Walrus, Monkey Boy.

- Male Fennec, Beaver Policeman, Wolf Policeman, Ice Cream Vendor, Tan Gogoba, Gogoba Chief, Grey Gogoba, Comedy Chimp, Wolf Sidekick, Soar the Eagle, Justin Beaver, Tommy Thunder, Dixon, Diane Ardvark, Pierre, Gunther.

- Mayor Fink, Beaverton, Professor Cluckins, Mr. Slate, D.B. Platypus, Gentleman Wolf.

- Charlie, Belinda, Mark the Tapir, Weasel Bandits, T.W.Barker(layer outfit), Lightning Bolt Socity(Dave, Willy, Weaseal Bandit, and Tree Spy), Swifty, Nominatus, “Steve Eggman”.

- Formal Alternate Outfits and Spacesuit Alternate Outfits.

- Sonic X Cast: Sonic, Tails, Amy, Cheese, Cream, Vanilla, Knuckles, Chris, Cosmo, Maria, Shadow, Rouge, Topaz, Nazo Sonic and Dark Sonic. OCs: Lemon and Splash(both belong to @drawloverlala). Aurora and C.C.(both belong to @e-vay).

Save Me A Dance

Pairing: Y/N/Calum

Rating: All

Request: Yes

Words: 4.000+

Summary: Y/N is sad at her best friend’s wedding when realizing that she’s so behind, she doesn’t have a future with someone and most probably will end up alone. That changes when Calum catches her at the hallway ready to leave and proves that it doesn’t take the title of husband and wife to have the best dance of her life

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softbrobucky  asked:

A belated Bucky birthday prompt: Steve's a waiter at a heavily themed restaurant (think Rainforest Cafe) and he's tired of people blatantly lying to get the over-the-top Free Birthday Dessert. It's Bucky's birthday and he wants his over-the-top Free Birthday Dessert. He may also want his cute waiter's phone number.

All of the dishes mentioned in this ficlet are actual dishes off of the Downtown Disney Rainforest Café menu.

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Steve Rogers has had it with these motherfucking college kids coming into motherfucking Rainfoest Café and ordering motherfucking free desserts when it’s not even their birthday. This happens at least once a shift, some group of giggling college first-years who don’t have good enough fakes to get into a bar, snorting as they say it’s Christie’s or Jeremy’s birthday and snapping pics on their cellphone as Steve brings out the Sparkling Volcano — a stack of mediocre brownies covered with vanilla ice cream, whipped cream, chocolate sauce and caramel with a motherfucking sparkler stuck on top. The Sparkling Volcano is a pain, the fact that these kids never calculate the $17 that the Sparkling Volcano costs into their tip is a pain, and capitalism? Yeah, that’s a pain, too.

So when this table of formerly well-behaved people start giggling and elbowing each other when Steve brings the dessert menu over, he knows it’s game over.

“Don’t do it,” says the hot guy who (somewhat inadvisably) ordered the Caribbean Coconut Fried Shrimp.

The woman who ordered the Tribal Salmon grins. “It’s his birthday,” she says.

“Oh man, she went there,” says Kale & Red Quinoa Salad with Chicken. He’s pretty cute, too.

“Shut up Sam,” says BBQ Bacon Cheeseburger.

“You’re all assholes,” Caribbean Coconut Fried Shrimp says. BBQ Bacon Cheeseburger giggles and nudges Kale & Red Quinoa Salad with Chicken. Kale & Red Quinoa Salad with Chicken rolls his eyes, but is smiling.

Steve hates them all.

“So, we’ll have one of those chocolate lava things.”

Steve — who is a good employee and a good person — does not sigh like he would like to. Instead he turns to Caribbean Coconut Fried Shrimp, plasters on a smile and says, “Happy birthday!” knowing in his heart of hearts that it is not, in fact, this guy’s birthday. The way that Caribbean Coconut Fried Shrimp kind of slumps in his chair only confirms this to Steve. He turns back to the rest of the table. “One Sparkling Volcano coming up. Can I interest you in something to go along with it? A Maya’s Mango Sorbet or a Raspberry Lemonade Freeze?” The ‘that you’ll actually pay for’ is implied.

“No, just the Sparkling Volcano,” Tribal Salmon says.

Steve feels the corner of his mouth twitch. “Alright. That’ll be just a few minutes.”

“Motherfuckers,” Steve mutters after he puts in the order for the cake. He had liked that table. They had seemed nice. He could’ve sworn that Caribbean Coconut Fried Shrimp had been checking him out.

Instead they’re making him bring a free hassle of a dessert. Fuck them.

He has enough time to check on two of his other tables before the Sparkling Volcano is up. He looks at the gloppy mess, says a little prayer, then lights the sparkler.

There’s an art to getting to the customer’s table with a lit Sparkling Volcano; it takes time and a certain grace. Steve isn’t quite proud of the fact that he’s been at Rainforest Café long enough to have mastered that art — this is still just a day job that he does to support himself while he makes actual art — but he does have the act down. He grins and he walks to the table, ready to sing the Rainforest Café non-patented birthday song.

And then BBQ Bacon Cheeseburger says, “Holy shit, that’s awesome. Let me get this on camera!”

The next few moments are kind of a blur. One second Steve is bending over to put the Sparkling Volcano down in front of the birthday boy, the next BBQ Bacon Cheeseburger is hopping up and into Steve. “FUCK,” Steve says as he loses his balance, eyes going wide as he falls back, sparkling dessert falling back onto him.

“Clint!” Someone shouts.

“FUCK,” Steve shouts again as the Sparkling Volcano lands on him. He grunts as the sparkler hits his skin — the neck, of all places — then quickly pushes it off of him. As the chocolate sauce extinguishes the flame, Steve just lets himself lay on the ground, neck throbbing. He notices that the “storm” has started and nearby electronic gorillas start pounding their chests and grunting as thunder cracks.

It feels appropriate.

He notices Caribbean Coconut Fried Shrimp get down on the ground next to him. “Jesus,” he says. “Just tell me,” Steve says, eyes feeling heavy. “Is today really your birthday?”

Caribbean Coconut Fried Shrimp looks down at him with his very blue eyes. “Yeah,” he says. “Why?”

“No reason,” Steve says, then passes out.

— —

Steve is sitting in the employee back room holding a cool washcloth to his neck when Caribbean Coconut Fried Shrimp walks in. “Hey there,” he says.

“Hi birthday boy,” Steve says. “Sorry I couldn’t sing to you.”

Caribbean Coconut Fried Shrimp smiles, a little sheepishly. “I told them not to order the stupid cake,” he says.

“I should tell you that it’s fine for something, but honestly? I really wish that they hadn’t.”

Caribbean Coconut Fried Shrimp barks out a laugh. “Sorry, sorry,” he says. “They thought they were being cute.” He kind of shuffles his feet, looks down. “It’s my first birthday since getting sober. They wanted to do something fun, so they gave me the choice between Rainforest Café and Chuck-E-Cheese. I chose Rainforest Café.”

Steve feels himself soften a little. “Sorry that it turned out this way.”

“Well,” Caribbean Coconut Fried Shrimp says, shoving his hands in the pockets of his peacoat and looking up at Steve, “it was going pretty good until my friend Clint knocked over the cute server I wanted to ask out.”

Steve blinks. “What?” he asks.

“God,” Caribbean Coconut Fried Shrimp says, running a hand through his dark hair. “I feel like such an ass, but if you wanted to maybe—“

“Yeah,” Steve interrupts. “I do.”

Caribbean Coconut Fried Shrimp drops his hand and looks at Steve, surprised. “Really?”

Steve shrugs. “Can’t be much worse than being burned by a free dessert.”

“I think Natasha left you a really nice tip.”

“Good,” Steve says. “Then maybe I can get you a decent dessert.”

Caribbean Coconut Shrimp grins. “Yeah?” he asks.

Steve nods. “I’m Steve,” he says.

“Bucky,” Caribbean Coconut Shrimp replies.

“Happy birthday, Bucky,” Steve says.

“Well,” Bucky responds, “it is now.”

Potions - Warm Night

Originally posted by butteryplanet

Hi witches! 

Who doesn’t love a warm, steaming, insanely sweet hot chocolate? This one will radiate happiness and comfort.

let’s get started shall we ?

For this cup of heaven you will need

              • milk / powder chocolate / powder cappucino / honey / acacia honey / vanilla honey / vanilla sugar / vanilla extract / cream & sprinkles !

how to ?

     • fill one half of the mug with milk and the other half with cream, mix it slowly while pouring happiness and warm feelings into it.

• drop one spoon of each honey and mix, imagine the honey being liquid sunshine.

• then drop half a spoon of vanilla sugar and three drops of vanilla extract. mix.

• put it in the microwave for one minute and thirty seconds.

• take it out and add the chocolate and the cappucino powders. 

• stir and sprinkle the sprinkles on it.

It’s done !
Enjoy this calming drink !

Warm

Originally posted by montedelacruz


Montgomery De La Cruz x Reader
Request: No.
Word Count: 1,307
A/N: Hola! This took me while but I wanted to show Monty’s ‘softer’ side because I feel everyone bashes him for being an asshole but I believe he can be a total sweetheart. There are some suggestive themes, nothing too bad, but please do not read if you’re not comfortable! Enjoy! :)
Warnings: Sexual themes! Please do not read if you’re not comfortable!
Italics = You, Bold = Monty

When you heard that your boyfriend Montgomery De La Cruz had gotten into another fight, you weren’t really that surprised at all. Monty was a natural born troublemaker but you couldn’t really blame him for that. Usually you’d be mad at him, but recently he’s been going through some things so you’d decided to cut him some slack. He was having a tough time with his grades and his parent constantly got on him about that. You were feeling really bad for your boyfriend, and wished you could do something for him. You’d tried tutoring him before, but it just didn’t work for him as good as you had hoped. He was beginning to feel like he’d never truly get the help he needed.
   You were waiting for Monty outside of the counselor’s office, you’d decided that you were going to spend the rest of the day with him. He was probably going to get suspended and his parents were definitely gonna give him hell for that, but there was nothing wrong in trying to cheer him up. You heard the doorknob next to you twist, and Monty stepped out of the office. He looked at you, his hands tightening around the straps laying on his shoulders. His face was bruised, and his lip was busted but of course he would always be handsome to you no matter what.
   Monty looked down at his feet waiting for you to scold him, but you didn’t. Instead your hand caressed his cheek as you softly spoke, “Hey.” He lifted his head from the floor and looked at you, raising his eyebrow. “You should be yelling at me by now, are you okay?” You chuckled, and moved to grab his hand. “I’m fine I just…I just wanted to spend the rest of my day with you.” Smiling, you tugged on his hand moving toward the main doors. He didn’t say anything while you guys walked, and you wondered if maybe he felt disappointed in himself. The two of you had chose to walk back to your house, which was good because your parents were out of town and you wanted it to be quiet to just really focus on Monty. Even though you’ve been dating him for a while, you couldn’t really think of anything to cheer your boyfriend up.
“Ice cream?” You asked him as you started making your way to the kitchen. You looked back to catch his nod, then went to take the vanilla ice cream out of the freezer. Grabbing two spoons you ran them under some water to rinse them off, then jogged back to the living room. You handed Monty the tub of ice cream, and walked over to your parents liquor cabinet. Generally you weren’t the type to drink, but it helped calm Monty’s nerves. Bringing a few glasses with you, you set the items onto the table and poured the alcohol into the cups. “First ditching school, now drinking? Maybe I am a bad influence on you. But seriously, what’s up with you?” You shook your head at his words, “Nothing, I just want to make you feel good…calm you down a bit. Now drink.”
Flipping through the channels, you settled on a random movie and started to dig into the ice cream. It didn’t take long for you both to finish the whole carton, which you just placed on the table instead of throwing out. “I’m gonna run a bath, okay?” Because of Monty’s hard exterior you’d normally think he wasn’t into stuff like this, but in reality he enjoyed doing these romantic, cliché things with you. You could see the hint of a smile smeared on his face before you ran upstairs to get the water running.
   It didn’t take long for the bath tub to fill with the clear liquid, and you quickly went to get Monty. When he got into the bathroom, he tugged on the edge of his shirt and you watched as he took it off. You stopped him as he fiddled with his belt, and unbuckled it for him. Tugging his pants down, he quickly stepped out of them and played with the band of his underwear. Neither of you were strangers to sex, but you weren’t really sure if you wanted that tonight. Monty moved closer to you and started to take your clothes off until you were in just your underwear. Normally you were confident in your body, but suddenly you started to feel shy. Your arms went up to cover the cleavage you had showing but Monty grabbed your wrists before you could do so. He started to leave sloppy kisses along your jawline, then moved to nip on the skin of your neck. Your hands traveled down his chest, and he let out a groan. He found your lips and captured them into a heated kiss, while reaching behind you to unclip your bra. Pulling away, he dropped kisses down the front of your body stopping and the band of your panties. “You’re so beautiful (Y/N)…” He dipped his head to lick the skin of your thighs before yanking your panties down. Slowly, Monty got up off of the floor and took off his underwear too. You pouted because he had left you hot and bothered and he knew that. That stupid smirk of his painted his face as he sat in the bathtub. Glaring at him, you followed in, and sat in his lap. His hand quickly found your thigh, rubbing the inside, teasing you a bit. You sighed both in frustration and in pleasure, “God Monty if you’re gonna do something then do it.” Nibbling on the skin of your shoulder his deep voice whispered in your ear as he rubbed on your clit, “How bad do you want it?” “Really bad, Monty please.” You could feel his length harden beneath you just at the sound of your voice. His fingers slipped into you throbbing core and you leaned back, moaning. You rocked your hips a little trying to please him at the same time, but he put a hand on your waist to stop you. “No baby, none of that. I just want to please you.” The speed his fingers were working at increased, and they curled inside of you, leaving you a mess. You moved so that one leg was draped over the edge of the tub, it gave Monty some room to move faster and he did. Your breath quickened as you continued to moan Monty’s name. You mewled as he added in another finger, not stopping to let you adjust to the feeling. He was stretching your walls, but the slight pain didn’t really bother you.
You were quickly approaching your high and you tried to move your hips, begging and pleading for Monty to give you something more. He chuckled moving his hand and letting you buck your hips into his fingers. “God you’re so beautiful, cum for me baby.” His low, sexy voice pushed you over the edge. You let out a loud moan as you came to your high, your back arching against Monty and some of the water spilling out of the tub. Out of breath, you grabbed onto his arm and closed you eyes.
You felt the cold air hit your body and you shivered. Monty carried you into your bedroom and threw one of his shirts over you. He threw on his clothes from earlier and climbed into the bed. Bringing you into his chest, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled the covers up to your chin. “You’re so warm,” you said, smiling while sighing in satisfaction. He kissed your temple and laid his head back on his pillow. You closed your eyes and drifted to sleep, proud that you’d calmed your hotheaded boyfriend down for the day.

100 Kisses

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: It’s Bucky’s 100th birthday and he doesn’t want anything, but 100 kisses from you.

A/N: HAPPY 100TH BIRTHDAY JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES!!!

Warnings: La La Land spoilers, horny Bucky and implied smut

Originally posted by itsfuckingvampire


“So…I’m a hundred.” Bucky said as he sat on the bed watching you.

You nodded as you began getting dressed for the day, “Yeah, you’re old.”

“Uh huh, so you know how people give the number punches for how old a person is?” Bucky asked as he stripped off his sleep shirt and slipped on a grey t-shirt then black jeans.

You looked at yourself in the full length mirror. You fiddled with your white blouse and pulled up your jeans, “Yeah, a stupid thing to do. Anyway, go on.”

“Well,” Bucky slipped on his black leather jacket and came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, “Instead of you punching me, can I get a hundred kisses?” Bucky kissed the nape of your neck.

“You’re insatiable, ya know that? We had, like, five rounds, yesterday?”

Bucky shrugged, “Blame the super serum, doll. Besides, can you really blame me? You’re just too gorgeous.”

“Fine, because it’s your birthday and my parents always said to respect your elders,” You said with a childish giggle, “I’ll give you a hundred kisses throughout the day.”

“Great! Let’s start with number one.” He turned you around and planted his lips on you. You felt him smile into the kiss then pull away, “Ninety-nine more to go.”

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