"Fuck me." Lizzie huffs, while trying to stir her second bowl.
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Lizzie steps back from the stove, to wiggle her tired arm.
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"What are you doing?" A sleepy voice asks confused.
"Shit!" Lizzie jumps when she turns around. "Bucky why are you up?"
"Why are you up?" Bucky asks furrowing his brow.
"I'm anxious, so I'm making banana bread from scratch." Lizzie says, as she goes back to her two big mixing bowls.
"Why are you anxious?" Bucky asks.
"It's technically Thanksgiving. Holidays make me anxious. Because there will be a lot of people around." Lizzie says, as she grabs five bread pans.
"Babe its 3 am, go to bed." Bucky groans.
"I can't I need to cook the bread." Lizzie says, as she pours the batter.
"Why do you have two bowls?" Bucky asks, as he looks over her shoulder.
"Aurora, Ali, and Ava always eat theirs with chocolate. Everyone else likes the bread without." Lizzie shrugs, making each pan has equal measure.
"You're ridiculous." Bucky laughs, wrapping his arms around Lizzie's waist.
"I know, but I make damn good bread." Lizzie giggles. "I just Ali, Aurora, and Ava like it..."
"They better. Now hurry up, I'm going back to sleep." Bucky says, as he kisses Lizzie's cheek.
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Lizzie scrunches up her nose. While Bucky's scruffy bread tickles her skin.
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Bucky snorts at her face.
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"Are you shaving ever?" Lizzie asks, looking over her shoulder at Bucky.
"No... I don't think so." Bucky shrugs.
"Good. Don't." Lizzie smiles.
"Yes ma'am." Bucky smiles, kissing Lizzie goodnight.
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Lizzie smiles against his lips.
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"Night." Bucky says, as he walks away.
"Night." Lizzie says, as she puts her pans in the oven.
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350 degrees and an hour (some odd minutes) later.
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Lizzie crawls into bed with Bucky.
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A Marveling Thanksgiving
FanfictionWhat I do on my archive, is write holiday stories. I had my friends pick which universe I was going to write. It was 50/50 Marvel and OUAT. So Marvel is on wattpad, Once will be on archive. There is not description really. Other than stupid jokes, t...
