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Unwanted: Chapter 9, Unselfish - Pt. 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, mentions of sex (nothing on page), fluff.

Word Count: 1.5k

Previously On...: Despite Jade's interference, you and Bucky spent a pleasant, intimate afternoon together. Secrets were revealed. Steve's in love with you-- who knew?! And Bucky's hella insecure about it, but you reassured him that he's the one you want. You share your phone passcodes (so cute, I could gag) and are in a good place, but Steve's asked Bucky to take point on Jade's training. What could possibly go wrong?

A/N: Let's call this part "The Calm Before the Storm," shall we? I think it's the final peaceful moment before shit begins hitting the fan with increasing severity. I am sorry for what is to come.

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The following morning, you and Bucky made your way out of the Tower to an adorable Midtown café you’d been coming to since you first began spending time together. The interior consisted of high windows, exposed brick walls, comfortable seating, and plants everywhere. You made your way up to the loft to commandeer one of the oversized plush armchairs for the two of you while Bucky placed your orders.

“Peanut butter coffee shake,” he said when he arrived, handing you your order as he snuggled down into the chair next to you. With the hand that wasn’t holding his large black coffee, he adjusted your legs until they were draped over his lap and he began running his fingers along the length of your thigh.

“Thank you,” you murmured, leaning over to press a quick kiss to his cheek. You'd told him you hadn’t minded waiting in line with him, or even going to get the drinks yourself while he got the seats, but he scoffed.

“What kind of boyfriend would I be if I let my girl wait in line when I’m perfectly capable of doing it, myself?” he retorted. So, you’d accepted his chivalry.

“So,” you began after a few moments of companionable silence and sips of your respective beverages, “we should talk about Steve’s request. You taking on Jade’s training.”

Bucky slung an arm over the backrest of the armchair. “Nothing to talk about, doll. I’m gonna tell him I won’t do it. I don’t want you feeling uncomfortable.”

You offered him a soft smile, grateful that he was taking your feelings, however ridiculous and unfounded they might have been, into consideration. You’d been giving the matter a lot of thought, however, and as far as you were concerned, there was only one course of action he could take.

“I really appreciate that, Buck,” you said, lifting a hand up to caress his jawline, “but I think you should do it.”

He gaped at you, surprise and confusion plainly evident across his face. “Is this one of those boyfriend tests Sam’s always making me watch videos of on that clock app?” he asked, looking around as though searching for a camera that might be recording him.

You chuckled, taking his hand and rubbing comforting circles into the mound above his thumb. “No, I promise it’s not. I’ve just been giving it a lot of thought, and I can’t justify asking you not to do it. I don’t love the idea, I won’t lie about that, but if Jade’s going to become the best Avenger she can possibly be, she’s going to need the best teacher. There’s no one else more suited to train her than you, and that’s just a fact. I don’t have to like it, but her ability to be a good teammate, to ensure that she knows what she’s doing and keep you and the others safe on missions? Well, that trumps my feelings on the matter.”

Bucky took your joined hands and raised them to his lips, pressing a kiss to the pulse point of your wrist. “Are you absolutely sure? If you have any doubts, I’ll tell Steve he can train her, himself.”

You shook your head. “It’s okay, baby, really. I may not trust her as far as I can throw her, but I trust you. That’s good enough for me.”

Bucky wrapped an arm around you and pulled you closer, kissing your temple. “You’ll tell me the second she does anything that makes you uncomfortable, alright, sweets?” he asked. “I won’t be able to live with myself if anything I’ve done inadvertently makes you unhappy. Promise me, okay?”

“I promise,” you said, smiling back at him as you rested your head into the crook of his shoulder. “I only ask that you be transparent with me, you know?” Bucky gave you a questioning look, silently asking you to elaborate. “Just, like, let me know if she says or does anything inappropriate, tell me if you’re going to spend any one-on-one time with her, that sort of thing. Is that cool?”

Bucky nodded as he ran his fingers up and down your upper arm. “Yeah, that’s easy enough,” he said. “But I really don’t think you gotta worry about it, doll. I mean, what’s a girl like her gonna see in a guy like me, anyway?”

You pulled your head back. “What’s that supposed to mean?” you asked, a note of defensiveness creeping into your voice. “What, you think she’s too good to be interested in you? Because if so, what does that mean you think about me?”

Bucky put his coffee cup down on the table in front of you and positioned himself so that he was looking you directly in the face. “No. Not at all, sweetheart. I mean, she doesn’t know me. Not like you do, not even close. All she knows is what she’s seen in the media. The Winter Soldier. The assassin, the killer. She doesn’t know Bucky Barnes. You know me. You know who I really am. You see me. She can’t.” He said the words as if it were so obvious, so apparent, that there was no way Jade could be truly interested in him simply because she didn’t know who he truly was, that it made you question why you were letting yourself get so worked up over it in the first place.

“Listen,” he said, reaching a hand up to cup the side of your face and brush back your hair, “I hate that you’re getting yourself so upset over this. You have absolutely nothing to worry about.”

“I just don’t trust her, Buck,” you murmured, leaning into his palm. “She’s manipulative, plays fast and loose with the truth, and she’s made it perfectly clear to me that she wants to sleep with you.”

Bucky pulled his head back slightly. “When did she say that?”

Shit. You hadn’t meant to divulge that nugget of truth. Might as well come clean; cat was out of the bag now. “When I was doing her Tower tour,” you told him with a sigh. “She was telling me that she was going to sleep with you, find out if your super soldier stamina could make her come for hours, and then let me know all about it.”

Bucky began laughing, and when you glared at him, he raised his hand in surrender. “I’m sorry, but it’s kinda pathetic of her, don’t you think? I mean, she’s acting like she’s hot shit, like she’s god’s gift to men, and she has no clue she’s talking to the only woman alive who's actually been on the receiving end of my ‘super soldier stamina’ . I sincerely hope you told her you weren’t in need of her offer, since you already knew for yourself. Every day, and usually more than once, I might add.”

You snorted. “I might have mentioned it, yeah,” you muttered, ducking your head to hide your embarrassment behind your hair.

Bucky leaned his head back. “That’s my girl,” he laughed heartily. He pulled you closer to him until you were sitting in his lap. “No wonder she’s been such a bitch to you. I bet she didn’t expect you to bring her down a peg. Serves her right.”

You put down your own coffee and wrapped your arms around him, snuggling your body as close to Bucky’s chest as you could get. “Thank you,” you said. “You always know what to say to make me feel better.”

“Hey,” he said, stroking your hair, “I’m only telling you the truth. "I love you, and only you. I don’t want you ever doubting that.”

“I don’t, and I won’t,” you assured him. “And I love you, too. So fucking much.”

“Too bad we’re not back at the Tower,” Bucky joked. “Stark’d be getting another dollar in his jar.”

“No worries there,” you said, holding up your wrist to show him the silver bangle you always wore. “In addition to keeping track of my location, vitals, and being a distress beacon, Tony also programed it to count every time I swear, so FRIDAY never misses a thing.”

Bucky’s eyes widened. “So, you’re saying that last week, when we were in the bathroom at that bar…”

“And I kept begging you to ‘fuck me harder’ against the sink?” you giggled. “Yup. Every single one of those counted.”

“God, how much money is in that jar by now?” he asked with a laugh.

“I honestly have no idea,” you told him. “A lot, I’d wager. It’s been almost a year and a half.”

Bucky leaned in to kiss you. “Told you I love that filthy mouth of yours,” he whispered into your lips. “What are you going to do with all of it?”

“Hmm,” you hummed. “Maybe you and I could take a long vacation, go somewhere, just the two of us.”

“Oh yeah?” he asked, a smile building across his beautiful face. “Where’d you have in mind?”

“I dunno,” you said, leaning in to kiss him again. “I’ve always heard Tahiti was a magical place.”

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 10 months

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omg yes i have a smut req for hbo!joel :)

so u and joel are out and about in jackson one night and joel notices a lot of the guys staring at you at the bar… u havent made your relationship public yet, but you’ve been on his arm all evening. the second you step away from him to get another drink, some guy approaches you & tries to get u to dance with him. joel immediately walks towards him and cusses him out (or something…) & he doesnt tell u he got jealous until youre in the bathroom of the establishment with joel talking dirty in your ear & showing u how youre his <3 (sry if this was alot but thats just an idea, u can change it however u want!)

༉‧₊˚. 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 || 𝐡𝐛𝐨!𝐣𝐨𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

― pairing: joel miller x plus size!reader

― summary: even though your relationship with joel was unlabeled, everyone knew that you were his girl, but when a man hits on you at the bar, joel figures he may have to step it up a notch.

― warnings: jealousy, exhibitionism, bathroom sex, possesive!joel, marking, biting, heavy dirty talk (joel's filthy mouth), unprotected sex (don't be like them), cumming inside, lowkey breeding kink but not really, jealous sex, mirror sex, kissing, making out, light breast play, fluff at the end because I can't help myself, some random dude creepin for plot.

― wc: 1933

⇾ a/n: HOLY MOLY IS THIS A HEFTY ONE. i think with every smut i post the word count grows little by little. surprisingly this has a little plot but honestly not really, plus this is my first fanfic of joel so please let me know if he's in character or not because i hate when my favs aren't themselves. anyways i had fun with this big boy, so untiI i post again, see ya and i hope you enjoy!

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Joel never had to worry about jealousy while being out on the road, and even when you had resided in the QZ, he hadn’t really had to worry about it there either, because everyone there was mostly just trying to survive, but in Jackson, people had time to live, and to love, and to lust.

It was still all so foreign to Joel despite having been in Jackson for a little over two months now, Joel, you, and Ellie sharing a house with one another across from Tommy & Maria. Tonight was one of those rare nights where Ellie decided that she wanted to spend time with kids her own age, a group of girls in her class having a sleepover at one of their places. Joel was a little apprehensive about it, but the promise of spending time alone with you was too good to pass up, and he knew that Ellie could take care of herself if need be.

So, that’s how you landed here at the Tipsy Bison all dolled up, sitting next to Joel with your fingers intertwined with his, sitting proudly in the view of any onlookers. Joel watched you with stars in his eyes as you laughed at whatever Tommy had said, even as Maria looked at the man with slightly amused embarrassment written all over her face, the table the four of you sat at was bursting with energy. You hid your wide smile behind the rim of your glass cup, taking a sip of your whisky and gazing at the couple across from you.

Joel couldn’t remember the last time you were this laid back, your walls had become practically nonexistent. You allowed yourself to be vulnerable because you knew that you were safe, that you finally could stop worrying about your family; about the man that had no label yet, about the smart mouthed girl that you had slowly begun to consider your daughter, although the titles went unspoken, they were there.

You went to take another sip of your drink when you realized you had in fact drained it empty. With a fuzzy head and a disbelieving giggle, you let go of Joel’s hand and made your way to stand up.

“Where ya goin’?” You heard Joel ask from over the country music that was blaring through the bars’ speakers. “To get more to drink.” He stood up, attempting to take the glass of quickly melting ice out of your hand. “Let me.” You pushed him back down into his seat gently. “I’ll be fine, babe.” With a playful roll of your eyes, you placed a chaste kiss on his cheek.

“Be right back.”

You disappeared into the sea of people, which was surprisingly a lot. You don’t know how many times you had said, ‘excuse me’ or ‘pardon me’ before you had finally reached the bar.

“Hi! Could I get a glass of literally any kind of whiskey you have?” You asked the bartender with a sheepish smile. “Sure thing!” You went to say ‘thank you’ when someone tapped you on your shoulder. You jumped a bit in surprise but nonetheless turned around.

There was a man standing there with a smirk, his eyes eating up your front side as they raked themselves from top of your body down to the tip of your heels. He was younger than Joel, probably around your age, dark hair with a nasty looking 6 o'clock shadow. You shifted uncomfortably under his gaze, but the man perceived it as flustered squirming.

“Howdy.” The man greeted with a wink. You cringed a bit; it was only hot when Joel said it.

“Hey…” Your greeting was awkward, your eyes quickly searching for a way out. What was taking the bartender so long? “I just so happened to see you here all alone and figured I’d try to be the lucky guy you took home tonight.” He flirted. You took a step back when he took a step forward, your back hitting a bar stool. “Oh uh- I’m actually-”

“What’s goin’ on here, sugar?” The voice of Joel piped up from behind the man, and the geezer turned around to look at him. “I was just telling him that I was here with you, and I had to come back to the table.” Just then the bartender placed your glass on the bartop.

“Sorry for the wait.” He apologized before taking off to tend to another patron. You gave him a grateful smile before he left and grabbed your drink, but not before Joel was grabbing you by your hand and slowly leading you around the man’s body protectively.

His grip was tight all the way to the… restroom?

“Joel.” You called out his name but he didn’t respond, simply leading you through the unisex bathroom door, shutting and locking the door behind the both of you when you got inside. You set the liquor on the bathroom counter before standing there anxiously, watching his back muscles tense under his shirt as he rested both palms of his hands on the door.

“Joel?” You call even quieter this time.

“Was he hittin’ on ya?” He murmured darkly. You gulped nervously but softly saying, “Yes.” He turned his head to look at you, his body never leaving the door. “And did ya like it?” Your eyes widened, “What?” You asked breathlessly but also in offense. “I said,'' He finally approaches you, his strong chest mere inches from your soft one. “Did ya like it?”

There was something in his voice that forced a shiver down your spine, his eyes burning into your soul, a fiery light shining within his beautiful brown eyes. His big hand wrapped around your neck, gently squeezing your airway as he walked you backwards, your lower eventually back graced the edge of the counter.

“No.” You heaved breathlessly. “I didn’t like it.” He hummed. Lowering his head, lips brushing up against yours, never quite joining them together. “‘Cause yer my girl, aren’t ya?” His right hand that was gripping your neck descended down your side, squeezing at the fat of your waist before resting under the hem of your dress. “Yeah- ‘m always been your girl.” You whimpered. He smirked, “That’s right. Ever since I met ya, ya’ve been mine. ‘Got my name written all over ya sweetheart.” He finally kissed you, his mouth devouring yours with such fervor that it stole your breath right from your lungs.

Your fingers busied themselves in his gray hair, pulling on the strands to deepen the kiss. He slipped a knee between your legs, the material of his dark blue jeans brushing against your damp sex that was only covered by your underwear. You moaned, exposing your neck to him, which he was quick to take advantage of, biting down so hard that it hurt; you knew what he was doing, he was making sure that a mark was going to be left behind, that when you left this bathroom the bruise would scream the words ‘she’s mine.’ The thought of him being almost territorial of you made you needier, digits leaving his hair to frantically try and unbutton his pants.

He stopped your frantic touches, his hands enveloped yours. He stared into your widened eyes, and your irises were blown out with lust.

“Turn around sweet-pea.” He murmured. “Okay.” You did as he said.

You watched him work behind you through the mirror, his upper body slightly jolting as he shoved his pants down to release just his cock and balls. Your nails scratched at the hardness of the counter, body tensing up like a cat when you felt him shove your dress up to sit on your wide hips. He pressed his body against yours, his hard cock rubbing against your ass. A shiver shot down your spine at the weight of him.

“Joel…” You mewled. “What do ya need, baby?” He kissed along the column of your throat all the way up to the shell of your ear, teasing you. Baiting you. “Fuck me, please. Show them that I’m yours Joel, make them see how good you fucked me.” He growled, his timbre voice prickling at your veins, plucking at them like the strings on his guitar.

He snatched your underwear down your thighs, pushing you forward by your lower back to make it easier to line himself up. He teased your wet slit with his tip, swiping it up and down before finally settling and pushing in. You had to slap a hand over your mouth to keep yourself quiet as his dick stretched you out, filling you with a pleasurable pain that made your knees weak.

“Fuck.” Joel groaned from behind you. He held you tightly, the plush of your hips spilling through his fingers, giving him a better grip. He hadn’t given you a moment to get used to him, simply pulling out before slamming back into you, sending your body jolting forwards.

His thrusts were brutal as he fucked in and out of you, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix with every punch of his hips. With his left hand still on your body, the other slithered up your body, pulling the front of your dress down so your braless breasts spilled out. It was the end of the world for god sakes, who had the time for bras anymore?

“Such pretty tits, sugar.” He said crudely, groping your right breast roughly. You cried out, throwing caution to the wind and allowing your hand to fall and grip the counter for stability.

“‘Feels so good, Joel. So fucking good.” You moaned. “Now, now honey. We can’t be havin’ other people hearin’ them beautiful sounds now, can we?” He cooed. You shook your head no, and that’s when he wrapped his right arm completely around your front, holding you back and covering your mouth with his left. You were left completely at his mercy, to use you how he pleased.

That’s when something seemed to snap within him at the sight of your helplessness, pistoning into you with the renewed vigor of a mad man. You didn’t even bother to try and keep your noise down, the wet squelching resounding throughout the fairly sized restroom was enough to make your shame pretty much disappear.

“‘Gonna cum.” Your cry was muffled but he understood you nonetheless. I mean, how couldn’t he? He felt the way you clenched around him, your cunt sucking him in greedily like it couldn’t get enough of him.

“Yeah? You gonna cum on my cock like a good girl?” He teased. You nodded fastly, pleas spilling out of your mouth and onto deaf ears. “That’s right. ‘Cause that stupid kid wouldn’t have even known how’ta make ya feel good. Bet he wouldn’t even know where to start. That’s okay, ‘cause ya’ve got me to take care of ya.” His dirty words drove you to your end.

“Fuck. Ya gonna let me cum in ya?” He asked, always the southern gentleman. You nodded again.

He worked the both of you to your ends, squeezing you until you finally came, stars shining behind your eyelids as they squeezed shut. Even as he worked you through your orgasm, he crashed into his own, painting your walls white. There was a moment of silence of you two catching your breaths, his arms falling from your body to resettle on your hips where he laid his forehead on your back.

“I’m totally wearing this dress again.” Was all you could say.

“Like hell you are.” He grumbled, pulling a bubbling laugh from your chest.

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sarahrogersevans · 1 year

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do you take requests? can i request something soft with Bucky? maybe they go to a coffee shop have some good time, or whatever you like

A Friend’s Coffee Date- Bucky Barnes xreader fan fiction request

Summary: Bucky and Y/N go out for a fun friend’s date and Bucky wants to tell Y/N how he feels

Warnings: angst, soft Bucky, fluff, not a lot of warnings

~Bucky’s POV~

Being in the world again hasn’t been all bad, Sam always suggested I should make friends and do something fun every so often and ever since I met Y/N a few years ago who use to be an avenger it turned out we have a lot in common and I really like spending time with her. I was out for a walk trying to clear my mind and all of a sudden I bumped into someone and I looked at them and said “hi I’m so sorry I didn’t see where my- oh! Hey Y/N!” Y/N smiled at me and said “oh my gosh hey Bucky!! I’m so sorry are you ok?” I nodded and said “oh yea no worries doll, do you have any plans today? Do you wanna hangout?” I was so happy we bumped into each other and I was hoping she’d wanna spend more time together. Y/N shook her head and said “no I was actually just out to go grab a coffee, why don’t you come with me.” I smiled at her and said “I’d be happy to doll come on.” I was always nervous about getting close to someone but I like Y/N and I feel like I can be myself with her.

We were walking down to the coffee shop and I told her about all the music I got into and how my therapy sessions were going and I noticed she was really listening because she was smiling and nodding a lot and she had us stop walking and walked closer to me rubbing my arm and said “Bucky I am so proud of you I really am you have come so far keep it up ok? Remember I’m here for you.” We got to the coffee shop and we got in line to order and I said “hey Y/N thank you so much for listening and just you being proud of me means a lot thank you sweetheart you’re a wonderful friend.”

Y/N blushed and before she could say something I heard the person at the counter say “next!!” We walked up to order and I looked at Y/N and said “order anything you like doll it’s on me.” She smiled and said “oh, ok thank you that’s very sweet, hi can I have a grande mocha please?” The person took her order and said “ok, and for you sir?” I looked at the menu and said “can I just have a regular coffee please?” They nodded and I paid and grabbed our drinks a few minutes later and we found a table to sit at.

We sipped our drinks and I put my coffee down and felt really nervous but excited to be here with Y/N and in my head I said to myself “go for it bucky tell her how you feel man.” Y/N sipped her coffee while looking out the window and I cleared my throat and said “hey Y/N there’s something I wanna admit to you doll.” She turned to look at me with her adorable smile and said “what is it Bucky? Talk to me.” I started feeling a bit anxious put my hand on hers and I said “alright, so we’ve known each other for a while and I love our friend dates doll, I realized while we walked here that I was falling for you but if you don’t feel the same it’s ok.”

~Y/N’s POV~

I love how open Bucky always is with me and I’m so relieved he has feelings for me because I’ve been feeling the same way for him but I was scared he wouldn’t feel the sane towards me. I blushed at Bucky sighing with relief and said “you love me too? I’ve loved you for a while Bucky I was scared you didn’t feel the same way so I didn’t say anything I should have though.” Bucky looked at me surprised but then smiled and said “I love you doll I really do, you’re so beautiful Y/N, all I can think about right now is kissing you.” I blushed and said “Bucky you are the sweetest.” Bucky got up and held his hand out to me and said “come on, lets go for a walk doll.” I got up and Bucky held my hand while we walked to the door and when we got outside Bucky turned me to face him and leaned in to kiss me and said “god I’ve been wanting to do that for the last hour.” I smiled and said “I know I could tell, I was hoping you would kiss me.” Bucky kissed me again and walked me back to my place and we went inside and made out for a bit and I pulled away and said “wow, this has been a really good date.” Bucky smiled nodding and said “it really has doll, I’m glad I bumped into you today and we got to have another friend date though we’re not friends anymore are we?” I shook my head and leaned in to kiss Bucky again and he pulled me in closer and cupped my face in his hands looking into my eyes and said “I promise I will still be here when you need someone and I love you darling.” I kissed him and said “babe I love you too thank you for our fun date today.” He hugged me and said “you deserve the best Y/N I mean it.” I couldn’t stop smiling & Bucky checked his watch and said “oh it’s late, get some rest doll ok?” He kissed my cheek and I walked him to the door and I said “I’ll try, goodnight honey see you soon?” Bucky said “you will count on it sweetheart.” I closed the door and stood there against it and feeling so happy I was finally in a loving relationship.

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liittlecrow · 8 days

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What're your thoughts on going on a first date with someone only to end up in a motel room with a blindfold on and having a train ran on ya?

um. yeah so like.

thinking im going on a completely innocent & super cutesy little first date? to the movies or out to dinner? blushing & swooning & becoming more & more excited by the second while i put sooooo much effort into getting all dolled up for you beforehand?

you pick me up from my house later that night? spend the entire car ride to our destination opening me up everrrrrr so slowly? making sure to get me all nice & comfy & entirely unsuspecting?

‘aww this date is going so so well omg omg!!! this guy is so sweet and caring and attentive to every little detail that i share with him!!!!! i genuinely don’t see how it could ever POSSIBLY get any better than this!!!!!!’

then…… you successfully manage to slip a little something into my drink while im not paying attention. the very first chance you get, with absolutely zero hesitation. you have to catch yourself & refrain from chuckling out loud at just how oblivious & naive & overly-trusting i really am. simply thinking to yourself how god awfully easyyyyyyyyyy this is going to be.

everything gradually fades into a blur. i am suddenly overwhelmed by insatiably warm & fuzzy feelings. so blissful. so dreamy. so giggly & so happy. so compliant…. so everlovingly simple to control…. and you barely even had to lift a finger……..

……. …..

‘hhhh… h-huh? wait wh-what? where am i? what happened? why can’t i see?? wait why can’t i move??? ….. ohh— ohhh my g-god. oh my fucking god. what have i done…. what have i gotten myself into… am i really this fucking stupid & careless?????’

i spend the next several hours contemplating all of my decisions. every single last choice i made that led me to where i am. right here, right now. completely immobilized, helpless, powerless, officially & ultimately broken... all the while being laughed at & mocked by strange men…. too many to count, especially through the thick brain fog…… feeling all of their hands groping me, prodding me, poking me, fondling me, grabbing me, squeezing me, slapping me, bending me, contorting me…. as they take turns pumping their cocks in…. and out…… in and out…. of all my sloppy little holes……. talking back & forth amongst each other about how almost too easy it was to break me…..

“such a stupid fucking slut” “god what a pathetic whore” “might as well have been on her hands & knees like a fucking dog the way she was begging for this” “look how well she’s taking all of it” “barely even squirming an inch anymore” “mmmmmm fuck” “i love a good little bitch who knows her fucking place” “hahahahahaha” “the one and only thing she’s ever been good for” “and always will be”

yes. acceptance has fully taken over & settled in. didn’t take very long at all, why of course.

mmmph. this is my life now. <3

#oooooooooopsie daisies!#got a bit carried away for a sec!!#ha ha haha hehe hehe hehehe #gulp #asks #little crow speaks

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k4tie75 · 3 months

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A/n hiii I’m a hopeless romantic it’s obvious at this point the amount I write about weddings 😭😭

This might be really shit idk?

This has been proofread but only by me, at like 3am 😭

Warnings: getting high outside a church, bit cheesy icl but cute?

Word count: 2k

Summary: Iris met Matty 17 years ago, today they're getting married and Iris’s mum retells the story of how the pair met.

"And do you Iris Jane Thomson, take Matthew Timothy Healy to be your lawfully wedded husband, to live together in matrimony, to love him, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?" Asks the officiant

"I do." I reply with eyes glossed by tears.

Matty smiles warmly at me.

"And with that i now pronounce you husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride" the officiant says to finish the ceremony.

He doesn't have to ask Matty twice because right after the officiant is finished speaking Matty grabs my waist and catches my lips in a kiss full of all the love and adoration we have for eachother.

A while later after the meal, my tipsy mum makes a toast, she starts retelling the story of how Matty and I met.

"Iris and Matty met at mine and Ted's wedding 17 long years ago" she drunkenly giggles placing her hand on my step dad Ted's shoulder.

17 years earlier (2007)

Todays the day, Mum and Ted are finally getting married.

I'm woken up at half 4 to my very cute 5 year old sister Ella, who very clearly has no sense of time crawling into my bed and asking for her favourite TV show.

I didn't deny her request because who could say no to that face and I needed to be up soon anyways.

I put it on, got up and headed to the bathroom to get freshened up.

When I come back she's fast asleep, snoring quietly so I turn the TV off and tuck her in, because no one wants a grumpy, sleepy toddler moping about on their big day.

I spend the rest of the morning helping mum and eventually getting Ella up and ready.

I then get myself ready, I get into my bridesmaid dress.

It's a simple light blue full length dress that matches the other bridesmaids.

Next i do my hair and makeup and run downstairs to see my mum all dolled up and in her dress talking to the other bridesmaids about table settings or something.

She looks gorgeous and i make sure to tell her right before the fancy car that she hired shows up.

I pick up Ella while the other bridesmaids take mum's train so it won't get dirty and we all get in the car, feeling like royalty.

After the lavish ride we make it to the church and get ready to walk down the Isle to the row at the front but all of a sudden mum in a rush introduces me to the groomsman I'm walking down with.

"Iris this is Matty, Matty this is iris you two are walking down together you might need to help Ella with the flowers, okay love you, go! go! go!"

"Love you too" I reply and then take the hand that Matty, a boy I've never met has extended and walk down the Isle with him.

Ella does her flowergirl duties perfectly and when we reach our seats she sits in between me and Matty.

The ceremony is lovely, I cry a little because of how beautiful it is.

I catch Mattys gaze briefly land on me but quickly move away.

After the ceremony the drinks hour begins, I don't really get the chance to see Mum or Ted because their being kept busy with the other guests.

When Ella spots Gran she's running into her arms, with that big gappy smile everybody loves.

I'm sitting at one of the tables picking at my nail polish while i listening to some older lady that claims she hasn't seen me since I was 3 drunkenly ramble on about how she's had 4 husbands in 50 years, honestly the story's quite interesting at the start but quickly becomes confusing.

So I'm ecstatic when someone says my name in an attempt to get my attention.

"Uhm, hey iris" the unfamiliar male voice says.

I turn around and see Matty standing there looking down smirking.

"Oh! Uh Hey Matty" I reply surprised.

He looks up and nods his head to the door, silently asking if i wanted to go outside with him.

Thankfully someone else sits down at the table and the older lady's attention quickly switches to them.

I take that as my chance to leave the table and go with Matty.

When we get round the back of the church he goes into his suit pocket and pulls out a small plastic container with two joints, he pulls one out, lights it and takes a puff.

After exhaling he asks.

"You smoke?"

"Sometimes" i reply airily.

His lips curl into a small smile as he offers me the joint.

I take it and inhale deeply, his gaze is fixated on my lips as i blow out the smoke slowly.

I pass it back to him.

"Fuckkkk thought wedding's were ment to be fun" I say.

"What so hearing about some old lady drone on about her divorces isn't how you planned to be spending your parents long awaited wedding?" He jokes

I laugh and so does he.

The conversation flows nicely, the joint gets smaller and we get closer untill we're inches apart.

He stubs out the roach on the wall and places a hand on my jaw, making my breath hitch.

My eyes travel down his face until they pause at his lips.

He does the same and leans down to catch my lips in a soft kiss.

Although he quickly pulls away and mutters an apology.

However I pull him back in just as fast and this time it's a much deeper kiss, messy but hungry.

Maybe it's the weed or just Matty in general but this is the best kiss I've ever had.

He tastes of weed and cheap alcohol.

I thread my fingers through his hair and his already strong grip on my waist tightens.

We kiss untill we run out of oxygen and pull away from eachother gasping for air.

"Fuck me, that was hot" I say under my breath.

Unfortunately Matty hears me and half jokingly says.

"Anytime"

I don't get the chance to reply because I hear Ted calling my name from around the front of the church.

"Shit" I whisper and fix my hair so it doesn't look like I've been dragged through a hedge backwards.

I look apologetically at Matty giving him a quick peck on the cheek before I run off.

"Hey Ted" I say trying not to sound out of breath and seem sober.

"Oh thank god iris your mother- where on earth have you been, are you high?!" Ted says shocked.

"Uhm i was round the back of the church crying because I'm so happy for you and mum" I say making the crap lie up on the spot.

He sighs, smiles and shakes his head knowing that you're not telling the truth but as long as you're having fun and are safe he's fine with it.

"Okay hun, I know you're high but please atleast act normal because your mums inside waiting for a dance with you"

"Go on" Ted says nodding his head towards the door with a kind smile on his face.

I go inside to dance with my mum, thankfully she's too drunk to realise I'm High.

Infact she's so drunk that when she sees Matty with a sour look on his face sitting next to his mum after hes being caught High she calls him over.

When he notices I'm standing there too his expression changes to a boyish grin and his once slow walking pace quickens.

"Mattyyy" mum says with a dopey smile when he reaches us on the dance floor.

"Hi Mrs Thompson" he replies.

"Ohhh don't be silly call me Janet hun" she correts him.

Before he gets the chance to reply she's speaking again.

"Well the reason I called you over is because I noticed how darling you and iris looked together during the ceremony and I was just thinking how cute it'd be if you two danced together"

Matty doesn't even take time to think it over before he replies.

"Yeah sure, I mean as long as Iris wants to."

I look down and smile.

"Yeah okay"

"I'll leave you two too it!" Mum says excitedly before she runs off abandoning the rushed conversation to talk to Denise.

"Soooo" Matty say as a slow song comes on.

"Soooo" I mimic with a giggle.

He awkwardly places his hands on my waist and I loosely wrap my hands around his neck and we start swaying in time with the music and the awkwardness fades.

After a while of comfortable silence between me and Matty he breaks it and whispers to me.

"You're gorgeous"

I feel my cheeks get hot and I know I'm blushing.

This only makes Matty smile more.

"Thanks, you're not so bad yourself" I reply

Out of the blue he kisses me on the cheek.

We grin at each other and continue dancing but then some pop songs start playing so it's a bit more chill and the two of us properly dance together and have a laugh, the weed still effecting both of us but that was kind of the point.

An hour or so later we're both exhausted and go find a table to sit at.

Mattys phone goes off and that must be what inspired him to ask for my number.

I put it in his phone and that's when Denise comes over and tells him they have to go because Louis is just about falling asleep.

As much as Matty tries to convince his mum to leave without him she doesn't budge and soon enough they're saying their goodbyes to everyone.

Just before Matty leaves we make eye contact and he holds his hand to his ear like a phone, mouths call me and winks.

I instantly get butterfly's for like the millionth time today.

I blow him a kiss, which he pretends to catch and put it in his pocket.

I smile at the ground and when I look up he's gone.

My phone buzzes and I know exactly who it is.

"Cya x"

Present day

Both me and Matty are crying happy tears as the story wraps up.

It feels like it was only yesterday we were behind the church sharing a joint and our first kiss.

"Love you" Matty says to me quietly.

"Love you too" I reply before he pulls me into a soft loving kiss.

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Okay that’s all 😭

we don’t talk about how girlies mum knew all of the story (cause she didn’t how could she?)

Hope you liked it idk the next time I’ll write cause my satvb show is next week and idk how I’ll live my life after that so it might be a while.

Love yous xo

#matty x reader #matty healy fanfiction #the 1975 fanfic #matty healy x oc #matty healy fluff #xox #idk what other tags to add 😭#matty healy oneshot #the 1975 x reader

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kingdaddydaichi · 1 year

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☆ title: redefining (ch. 2) | (ch. 1) ☆ (ch. 3)

☆ pairing: cop!daichi sawamura x single mom!reader

☆ wc: 3.1k

☆ synopsis: four years after leaving your toxic ex, you find yourself a single mom to a 10-year-old boy named musubi, who harbors a lot of misdirected anger. you hear from his fifth grade teacher, mr. suga, more often than your own mother and a resulting friendship is born. meeting suga’s best friend wages a war between your head and your heart - one that challenges everything you think you know about love and police officers. neither are to be trusted. both have left you lost and scared when you needed them the most. so, when a cop comes knocking at love’s door, just how strong is your resolve to keep your heart under lock and key?

☆ warnings/notes: sfw (this chapter; nsfw to come in later chapters). daichi's a cop. (mention of) dv (domestic violence).

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She knows every move that a man could make She knows every trick in the book She knows how to give, she knows how to take ‘Cause so many times she’s been taken a fool

Alibis - Tracy Lawrence

When Suga invited you to his place for a small dinner party with some of his closest friends, you’d offered to help him prep and cook. Your son was spending the weekend with his dad, freeing you up for some much-needed time to blow off steam.

Upon getting into your car, you called Suga to let him know you were on your way to his place.

“Are you sure you don’t need me to pick anything up on the way over?”

“Nah. I think we’re set!”

“Okay, I’ll be there in about 20 then!”

You opened the front door to Suga’s house and walked in to find him prepping in the kitchen. He wiped his hands to greet you with a hug.

“Thank you so much for coming to help me, y/n. My head would probably explode if I tried to do all this by myself!”

“Oh, it’s my pleasure! I love to cook. Plus it gives me more time to hang out with my bestie,” you said, putting away the alcohol and mixers you’d brought along. “I’m really excited to meet your other friends. I hope they like me.”

The grey-haired man smiled brightly. “Are you kidding? They’re gonna love you! I’ve known all these guys since high school. A couple of them are bringing their significant others along so it won’t be a complete sausage fest for you.”

“You make it sound like a sausage fest would be a bad thing,” you winked at him.

You both laughed and got busy preparing the food, Suga inwardly rubbing his hands together and evil-laughing. You had no idea about his master plan for you to meet one of his friends in particular - his best friend.

You had been working in the kitchen for a little over two hours when you finally found yourselves at a brief stopping point. Veggies had been julienned for the sushi, fish had been fileted, chicken had been teriyakied, rice had been fried, and more veggies were roasting in the oven. All that was left to do was cook the sushi rice then assemble the maki.

Poor Suga was so beat you insisted he go take a load off and relax for a bit while he could. The way he dramatically plopped onto the couch like a rag doll made you chuckle at him.

“You too, y/n! Come sit your ass down!”

“In a minute! I’m working on something!” you said, getting out a couple of cocktail glasses.

“No! I forbid you! No more working!” Suga called out from his living room.

“I promise it’s gonna be worth it!” you answered in a sing-song voice.

You walked out of the kitchen double-fisting vodka tonics. You sat down next to your friend who reached for one of the drinks, thanking you, but you pulled your arm back. “Go get your own! These are both mine!”

“You fucking lush, give me one of those!” Suga chided, taking one of the glasses out of your hand as you both laughed.

“How long do we have before we have to get back in there?” you asked, pulling your feet up on the couch to face Suga.

He took a sip of his drink while checking the timer in his phone. “Fifteen minutes and 42 seconds.” It was then that Suga noticed he’d gotten a text from his best friend letting him know he was going to be a little later than expected on account of his job.

When the timer went off you both headed back into the kitchen and Suga was just about to take the veggies out of the oven when his doorbell rang, making him swear under his breath at the timing.

“You want me to get the door?” you offered.

“You don’t mind?”

“Not at all!”

Suga thanked you as you headed for the foyer. Smiling, you opened the door to find a handsome guy with brown shoulder-length hair towering over you, his girlfriend judging by the way they had their arms around each other, as well as another male who was closer to your height with a sharp grin on his face.

Before you could say anything the significantly shorter male spoke up. “Hey, you must be y/n!”

You answered in the affirmative and he introduced himself. “I’m Yuu, but everyone calls me Nishinoya. Or Nishi. Or Noya.”

“Nishi!” the taller guy said.

“The impatient giant here is Asahi,” Nishinoya continued, “and this is his girlfriend, (name).”

You all exchanged pleasantries as you made your way inside to join Suga, with whom hugs and fist bumps were shared.

“So the old team captain isn’t here yet, hm?” Asahi asked Suga.

The host shook his head. “He texted earlier and said he was gonna be a little late.”

Putting two and two together, you said, “Oh, right! Suga told me that you guys played volleyball together in high school?”

“Yeah, he was the team mom, always cheering us on and talking sense into us when we needed it,” Nishinoya said.

“Which was often,” the former vice-captain mumbled as he tipped his drink to his lips.

You ignored Suga’s smartass remark and spoke to Noya’s statement instead. “Sounds about right,” you teased, playfully poking Suga in the side as you helped him make drinks for everyone.

At Asahi’s request, you explained how you’d become friends with the host. Suga’s former teammates laughed and took turns telling you about his mischievous ways, especially in volleyball club. Asahi’s girlfriend was a little shy at first but she warmed up, laughing as the guys reminisced about their glory days.

“Okay, literally the only thing I know about volleyball is that you rotate and try to hit a ball over a net,” you confessed. “Like human ping pong.”

“Actually, tennis is more like ping pong,” Nishinoya pointed out. “Volleyball is way more badass than that!”

Just as you laughed at the former libero’s emphatic correction, another ring of the doorbell came. Suga answered it and less than a minute later a very loud voice came barreling down the short corridor. Nishinoya and Asahi looked at each other and no sooner than they flatly said “Ryu”, a slim guy with a buzzed head and sharp eyes appeared in the dining room with his hands in the air yelling, “The Tanakas are here! Let the party begin!” He was followed by his stunning wife, whose name you would soon learn was Akira.

“We come bearing booze!” she slurred, an already tipsy woman after your own heart. “Now which one of you beautiful people is going to help me bring this shit inside?”

“I will!” you exclaimed with a smile wide enough to light up the room as you shuffled towards her. “You can never have too much!”

“Great fucking minds!” Akira proclaimed, her face lighting up as well.

“There goes the damn neighborhood!” Suga shouted as the two of you frolicked out the door while introducing yourselves.

Having Nishinoya and Ryu in the same room tripled the noise volume but everyone was nearly in tears now that another former Karasuno volleyball player was in on the storytelling, especially with his riotous wife’s witty commentary.

Not long after they arrived, a fresh round of drinks were being poured when the doorbell rang yet again. You shooed Suga back to the kitchen, oblivious to his half-hearted attempt to beat you to it in the first place.

You were laughing at Akira’s rendition of her husband’s latest knucklehead moment. But you fell silent when you swung the door open to find a pair of big brown eyes, warm like melted chocolate, looking back into yours. A lifetime of conversations seemed to pass between you in a matter of seconds.

Whoever he was stood there in his grey pullover and dark khaki cargo pants looking finer than a man should be allowed to. His energy enveloped you along with his scent as a perfectly timed breeze flowed in behind him.

“Uh, hi. Can I come in? It’s kinda cold out here.”

“Oh.” You stepped aside. “O-of course! I’m so sorry.”

His voice was deep and rich with an understated commanding tone, one that you surmised would sound particularly sexy murmuring sweet nothings and dirty thoughts in your ear.

His crooked, boyish grin reached his milk chocolate eyes. “It’s fine. Don’t mind,” he said as he stepped in beside you. He closed the door behind himself and took his shoes off.

“I don’t believe we’ve met before. I’m Daichi,” he said, extending his hand.

You slid your hand into his, warm and strong, and replied, “Pleased to meet you, Daichi. I’m y/n.”

Suga had been secretly spying on you from the kitchen, leaning against the countertop while laughing with the unassuming Ryu and Nishinoya at the appropriate moments. Now he watched with quiet delight as you and Daichi walked in from the foyer together. He was right - the two of you would make a sickeningly cute couple, and for a moment he had a vision of you walking down the aisle together.

“Daichi!” Suga called out when his best friend looked at him, pretending he hadn’t noticed him before. The other former Karasuno team members all greeted him with shoulder punches and man hugs.

Of course, Ryu couldn’t help but give his former team captain a little grief. “Took you long enough, man. Even I beat you here!”

“Only because Akira here probably lit a fire under your ass!” Daichi jeered as he side-hugged the nodding female in question.

“And what a sweet ass it is,” she quipped, reaching over to pinch her husband’s butt.

Suga approached Daichi, smiling before punching him in the chest. “Good to see you, bro!”

Daichi clutched his chest and coughed. “Sorry, man, got a DV call from dispatch right before the end of my shift. By the time I got done with all the paperwork, I was running an hour behind.”

You knew all too well what ‘DV’ meant, putting everything together rather quickly.

“Oh…” You felt a riptide within you; one that drew you closer to Daichi, but at the same time pulled you away. “You’re Suga’s cop friend!”

“Yes, ma’am,” Daichi answered in his smooth, silky voice with a crooked grin.

Oh, gods help you. You were at once smitten and repelled by him. Smitten because of who he was; repelled because of what he did for a living. The commanding presence made sense now.

“Oh, right! You two haven’t been introduced yet!” Suga exclaimed, the sneaky bastard feigning ignorance. “Y/n, this is Daichi. He’s been my best friend since high school,” he said before turning to said best friend. “Daichi, this is y/n. We’ve only known each other for a couple months, but she’s basically me with a vagina!” This earned him a playful slap to the chest, though he wasn’t wrong.

The laughter in the next room reached a new, raucous height and Suga’s name was called. He looked between you and Daichi and said, “Excuse me while I go tend to the children.” He shuffled away, leaving you and Daichi alone together.

“Do you drink? I’ll get something for you,” you offered.

There was that boyish smile again, making you curse inwardly at the way your heart leapt every time he looked at you.

“No, thank you, ma’am. I’ll get it myself,” he said, moving around the kitchen like he knew it by heart. He went right to the place where Suga kept his drinking glasses, taking one out and placing it on the countertop before turning to the liquor cabinet. “Suga said you helped him with all the cooking and everything. Why don’t you go take a seat and relax?” He flashed you another crooked grin.

“Yeah, y/n, Daichi spends so much time here, he’s even got his own private whiskey stash,” Suga added, sauntering into the kitchen again.

“And by stash he means one bottle,” the dark-haired male said as he poured two fingers neat.

You were snickering at their brotherly banter when Nishinoya called out for you. “Come check this out! Ryu’s got some old team pictures on his phone!”

“Oooh! I have to see this!” you said, scurrying into the dining room where the former Karasuno wing spiker’s phone was being passed around.

As soon as you were out of earshot, Suga almost laughed at the way his best friend sidled up to him, drink in hand, and murmured, “Suga, you dog! A couple of months? You’ve been holding out on me!”

“She’s not my date,” Suga said smugly. “We’re just friends.”

Daichi gave Suga a look of deep concern. “Why? She’s fucking gorgeous!”

“Believe me, we tried.”

Daichi narrowed his eyes at his friend. “What do you mean you tried?” He wasn’t too keen on the idea of having his best friend’s sloppy seconds.

“We kissed once just to see if we could be more than friends, but no. Just…no. Seriously, we’re just too much alike.”

Daichi blinked. “Y-you mean…? Is she single?”

Suga’s smug grin persisted when he closed his eyes and nodded his head. “She sure is. You like her?”

Daichi watched and admired your beauty as you laughed and aww’ed at the pictures from their high school volleyball days.

Suga slapped him on the back as he pushed off the counter. “Go get ‘em, tiger.”

From the photos you could tell that, even when he was 17, Daichi looked like an adult. So did Asahi for that matter. But even then Daichi had an aura about him that said he was in charge. And Suga was so stinking cute you almost cried. They hadn’t changed much in the 10 years since.

During dinner you sat across from Daichi, who made eye contact with you several times, especially when you laughed. The guys took turns telling you about their respective positions back at Karasuno, but Daichi was the one who took the most time to explain the game mechanics to you. To most people, that would probably be boring, but Daichi had a way of making it interesting. The fact that he was so handsome didn’t hurt, especially when you focused on his lips as they moved. Even his former teammates, who knew the game all too well, got sucked into their former leader’s easy-to-understand but also very accurate way of explaining the game of volleyball, occasionally chiming in to drive a point home or tell another story.

After everyone had finished eating, you all sat around the table and talked for a while before the Tanakas announced their departure. Nishinoya, Asahi, and his partner left not too long afterwards.

And then there were three.

You and Daichi insisted on helping Suga with the clean-up, which didn’t take very long with all of you tag-teaming tasks. You chatted with them for a few more minutes, but it was getting late.

“Well, guys, it’s been real and it’s been fun, but I gotta get back home. I’m wiped out,” you said, dragging the back of your hand across your forehead.

“Y/n, thank you so much for helping. I couldn’t have done all this without you,” Suga said, hugging you.

Hugging him back, you smiled and said, “You’re so welcome, Suga. It’s been my pleasure.”

With his arms crossed over his wide chest, Daichi lifted his chin at you and said, “How much have you had to drink tonight?”

You opened your mouth, but your grey-haired friend jumped in with suspicious enthusiasm. “She’s been drinking since 6:20!”

You gawked at Suga, a satisfied grin plastered across his smarmy face. “Did you just tattle-tell on me?”

Daichi looked from Suga to you, pursed his lips, and raised his eyebrows. “You don’t need to drive. You can either stay here with Suga or I’ll give you a ride home tonight.” You pouted and Daichi shrugged. “Or I can take you to the drunk tank.”

“You know what, the drunk tank sounds like fun, why don’t you take me there?” you said, smiling.

Daichi chuckled. “I think you’ve had enough fun for one night. I’d rather take you home.” He caught himself right after he’d got the words out, Suga already snickering. “I meant like ‘make sure you make it home okay’. Pervert,” he said, ribbing Suga.

Your laugh lingered on your lips when you offered your wrists to him and said, “Well, since you put it that way, Officer Sawamura,” making his soft cock twitch in his pants and his cheeks tinge with pink.

Embarrassed a little he scratched the back of his head while looking away. “I don’t think handcuffs are going to be necessary. I don’t have them on me anyway.”

“What if I resist arrest? How would you restrain me?”

Suga was an absolute mess on the inside, trying to keep it together. You and Daichi were so pleasantly lost in banter that neither of you noticed when he strategically walked away to pretend to dry dishes.

The dark-haired police officer smirked and said, “I…really shouldn’t answer that. I plead the fifth.”

Now your cheeks became visibly warm. “Then how about you show me instead?”

Suga nearly choked on his spit, but kept his back turned as he dried the same plate he’d been drying for two minutes straight.

Daichi’s smirk spread into a full grin as he shook his head, laughing quietly. Leaning with his back against the countertop he gestured with his hand and said, “Sure.”

Your heart skipped a million beats.

“Turn around and walk away from me,” he commanded, nodding to indicate the direction.

You smiled and did as he said. Your right foot had barely lifted to take your first step when Daichi looped his strong hands around your wrists, one then the other. It didn’t take much force for him to cross your arms behind your back and hold them together with one hand while he stood so close behind you that his chest rubbed your shoulder.

You gasped. “Wowww…That was fast!” You looked over your shoulder at him. “But what if I struggle?”

“Go ahead,” he dared, the heat of his breath caressing your ear.

Suga cleared his throat dramatically. “Do I need to give you two some privacy?” he said, grinning his most mischievous grin.

Daichi let go of you and straightened up as if he’d forgotten Suga was even there. Damn, you were getting to him.

“Alright,” Daichi said, “let’s get going. You ready?”

You nodded and followed him to the door, stopping in the foyer to put your shoes on. Daichi opened the door for you as you waved goodbye to your friend and walked outside. When Daichi turned around to close the door, Suga winked at him while making a lewd gesture, earning him a death stare from his long-time friend.

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ASK TASKS: OPEN

use my ask box to send me tasks to do! i'd love to entertain and perform for you all! i am a good and obedient girl, and i enjoy getting tasks to do!

Choose one task to send me per ask!

each task might have instructions you'll need to send me! be sure to send them along!

tasks can come from anyone, even anons!

👏HURT

Hurt me! Choose one:

10 Slaps! Tell me where to hit (cunt, face, udders, ass)

10 Paddle smacks! Tell me what to use (check my Toybox for what i have) and where to hit (ass, thighs).

10 Minutes with the TENS unit! Tell me where to apply it!

10 Caning strikes! Tell me where to hit! (ass, thighs, soles of my feet)

10 Rubber band snaps! i'll put an elastic band around my hands or feet (tell me which) and pull them out and let them snap.

10 minutes of tickling! Tell me what to use (check my Toybox for what i have) and where to get tickles (feet, legs, torso, sides, armpits, others).

10 minutes of cunt-clamps! i'll put 8 pegs on my cunt (4 each side).

10 minutes of choking play with my nestie.

10 minutes of breath play with my nestie.

🪢BIND

Tie me up for an hour! Choose one:

Suggest a rope tie i can tie on myself.

Tell me to use my cuffs to lock my wrists and ankles together.

Tell me to use straps to frogtie my arms and legs.

Tell me to set up my bondage frame and be attached to it.

Tell me to get in my straitjacket!

Tell me to get in my bondage sack!

Gag (ball, ring, cock, bit) and/or blindfold me, then choose one of the others!

🪆🤖DOLL

Choose an outfit for me on my next day off! i'll wear it and try to take some pictures for my blog! Choose one:

dolly: cute, colourful, playful.

drone: encasing, robotic, obedient.

lingerie: slutty, sexy, hot.

latex: sleek, shiny, smooth.

nothing at all!

😺🐮DOWN

Send 😺 or 🐮! while i'm a pet i'll stay off my furniture, put on my animal ears, and stay on all fours for an hour.

🫴EDGE

i'll edge for 10 mins. Tell me whether i should use my hands, magic wand, or a vibrating egg and wand together. If you send me a Mantra i'll record my edging and post it. If you send me a Spiral i'll watch it while i edge! If you send me a blog or tag or post to edge to, i'll edge to that.

🕳️HOLE

i'll spend 10 minutes training my holes. Tell me whether to train my mouth, cunt, or ass. i'll practise deepthroating my dildo or plug up my other holes.

😵‍💫DROP

Send me a hypno file that i've reblogged from my hypno audio tag to listen to, or prompt me to go listen to one i've got saved and waiting.

🗣️TALK

Send me a post or text to read out for you! i'll record it and then post it!

🖋️BODY

Send me something to write or draw on my body! Be nice or degrading, it's up to you!

📝WORK

i'll write for you! Choose one:

Add 100 words to my WIP novel!

Send me a kink to infodump about!

Send me a short fantasy to write a smut story about!

🧸CARE

Look after me! Choose one:

Get a snack and drink!

Snuggle up cozy!

Get some fresh air!

Go take a nap!

⁉️PLAY

If we're mutuals, you can dm me and play with me in other ways. Ask me for my lovense toy control links, combine tasks into one bigger task, send me files to listen to or hypnotise me yourselves, make me wear a diaper or control my toilet use, or suggest other things to do with me that you'd like! Non-mutuals who've gotten to know me can ask to play too.

#miscling ask tasks #i hope this isn't too complicated

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0verthinking1t · 1 year

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Spacing out vs. dissociation

So... there's a relatively recent trend of defining a common ADHD symptom that's developed into a pet peeve for me, and I itch to talk about it every time I come across it. I want to share how I've come to understand my own moments of dissociation and zone out, because for me, they've never been one and the same. I worry that the ADHD community using these terms interchangeably will cause problems down the line for my friends out there who experience more severe forms than I do, and I can't help but want to clear things up.

Zoning out/spacing out: this is when my brain is walking along on its path, minding its business, when it starts to wander off to pick flowers and climb trees. It's daydreaming, or monologuing, planning my grocery list, or complaining to myself— I'm still doing something, but it doesn't relate to what's outwardly in front of me. When I zone out, I'm still aware of my surroundings and reality. If someone calls my name or sits down in front of me, I notice and come back to where I'm supposed to be focusing. I'm still doing things like drinking a latte or looking for cars at a crosswalk, and sensory stimuli like temperature and smells and visual changes still register to me. I can daydream about my D&D character's adventures while I'm waiting for a bus in the snow, and still be shivering and watching the road. Spacing out, for me, is wandering off focus-wise, but still present in my body and surroundings.

Dissociation: dissociation can manifest in different subcategories, and the one I experience most often is depersonalization/derealization. It often happens the day after an unmanaged anxiety attack, or when I spend a long time in an emotionally uncomfortable environment. I can feel, physically, like my blood is made of air or sand and my body is a balloon that could drift off at any minute. Other times, I feel that everything I see is just a giant wrap-around TV screen, and I'm in some sort of VR game. Sometimes my emotions kind of shut off and I feel like a robot or a doll, or like I'm being led around on an invisible leash. When I dissociate, whether or not I can focus on tasks or my surroundings is never a factor of the equation— it has to do with my perception of reality, my body, and the world around me. These states aren't something I can be snapped out of or called back from; they don't stop or go away when I have something in front of me. Worst of all, I can become very preoccupied with these feelings themselves, like an alarm is going off somewhere and I can't find it to shut it off, and that stress triggers other symptoms of my mental illnesses. Managing this, for me, is basically chatting with myself and saying "I get it, we're feeling kind of off today, and that's ok. I feel like I'm a robot in a simulation? Cool, robots can still sort clothes and play laundromat simulator, so let's go do some laundry."

See... As far as I understand them, dissociation and spacing out aren't the same thing. They can happen at the same time, and one can make me more prone to the other, but they don't stem from the same root. 🤷‍♂️

#adhd #mental disability #mental health #personal experience #mental illness #self care #nerodivergent #anxiety #depression #symptoms #dissociation #dissociating #space out #zone out

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what-if-nct · 2 years

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NCT as random things I say and do for no real reason.

Taeil: Pours sparkling water into a my melody cup that's shaped like a margarita class and drinks it like wine.

Johnny: People assume I'm flirting when I'm just talking. This is just how I talk and act.

Taeyong: Brings my giant stuffed penguin into the car cause I need the emotional support.

Yuta: Falls asleep with true crime and paranormal videos on

Doyoung: Calls my full grown little sister "tiny little baby" every day

Kun: Completely tears my room apart and puts it back together at 3am.

Ten: Dresses wildly inappropriate for every occasion.

Jaehyun: Stares off into the distance and forgets what I was doing or what's going on around me.

Winwin: Spits anything out immediately if it's the wrong food texture and not trust any food for hours.

Jungwoo: Chooses a doll to spend the day with me so all of my dolls get the same amount of attention.

Mark: Sends my friends random thoughts instead of starting an actual conversation.

Xiaojun: Uses "my nails are wet" as an excuse to not being able to do anything

Lucas: If it's small enough I just throw it on the floor untill there's a bunch small pieces of plastic scattered everywhere.

Hendery: Calls my hands paws any time I have to reference my hands.

Renjun: Knocking things over when someone calls me to do something when I'm already irritated.

Jeno: Yell kitty everytime I see a cat and tries to pet it.

Haechan: Says there's child labor laws anytime I'm asked to do Manual labor.

Jaemin: Calls everything a cutesy version of it like "fingies" "footsies" "Motey(remote)" "taters(boobies)". Also Coo gibberish at my friends as a nickname.

Yangyang: Bites my friends when they least expect.

Shotaro: Dancing while I'm cooking despite always burning myself because I keep dancing.

Sungchan: Finds something I really like to eat and that ends up being all I eat for days to weeks for every meal.

Chenle: Hangs upside down on the couch and flips off over and over when I'm bored.

Jisung: Needs help when ordering cause ordering at restaurants is hard and scary.

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ithinkabouttzu · 1 year

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Can I request a BoB ship? I’m so excited to see what you might come up with 💗

I’m 5’2 with wavy ombré hair, blue eyes. I’ve always loved 1920s/vintage avante garde style. I never got into makeup personally but I love doing hair, especially my Gran’s hair (usually too lazy to do my own hair, though, lol)..

My pronouns; She/Her

My personality is pretty relaxed. Somewhere between an introvert and extrovert cause while I like to be alone, I can rant and tell stories for hours.

Hotheaded but I sometimes deny it, and pretty tough, adaptable. Fiery.

While I can talk about stuff I heard about/saw for hours, I’m pretty private when it comes to myself and don’t open up unless I’m comfortable with the person.

I’ve never been academic and prefer to do things with my hands.

Love spending time with my family and friends. Love music, especially rhythmic music. I like to just relax and eat good food, and I cook a ton.

My love languages probably acts of service and gift-giving from me but I love physical touch, and I’m a big hugger.

No rush 💛

Ships are fun to do, huh? I did a few in the past - very entertaining and fun to do! 💞

Thank you for your request lovely! And yes I love doing ships very much! 💗✨

I ship you with…

Bill Guarnere !

Song recommendation: Always - Daniel Caesar

- Okay you and him, would be such an attractive couple like omg, for example you know that once couple you are walking down the street and you’re just like, “damn”, well that’s exactly what people say when they see you two together

- Mans thinks you are absolutely GORGEOUS when he meets you, he just can’t pass up not shooting his shot at you, he will try the whole night just trying to make some sort of advances but i think you’d play into his game, being falsely oblivious to his charm, and making him think that you just saw him as friendly and not flirty

- And he would try so hard too 🤣, buying you drinks, trying to dance with you, like you were really making him work for it LMAO

- by the end of the night bro would be so fed up with trying to flirt he would be super bold and ask you out, “So doll, would you want to go out for dinner sometime?” AHHHH 😭

- When you guys did go out, he would try his absolute best to impress you, like taking you to a nice place, making sure to open your door, all that good stuff, he just really wants you to like him (he’s so cute 🥹)

- I think your guys personalities blend together so well, like you are the best part of his day, when he’s with you he just feels so much better, he can’t really explain why or how, but he just does

- he LOVES hearing you tell stories and things like that, that’s honestly y’all’s big thing in your guys relationship, just having deep talks/conversations about childhood, growing up, funny stories, scary stories, hopes, dreams, fears, all of it. You guys will get into long sessions of just talking to each other and both of you enjoy it so much

- okay if you really ask him to, he will let you do his hair 😭, maybe just a simple style, or if he needs to freshen his look up and doesn’t know how, he’ll ask you for an answer or some suggestions.

- At first, he was a bit timid about the whole hugging thing, like you’d come up at random with a big hug, and he’d just be over there like 😳 not knowing what to do, over time he just learns to love them as much as you do.

- He loves how fiery you are, you can be really passionate when you want something and that determination of yours is so attractive to Bill. (only when he’s not on the receiving end of it 🤣)

- when he is on the receiving end of it, arguments can be TOUGH, just because both of you can get pretty hotheaded when explaining something in an argument. Both of you know overtime now, just to walk away if you get super mad in hopes of not saying something stupid and regretting it later.

- Both of you are pretty family/friends oriented so spending time with each others family and even talking about having a little family of your guys own in the future is so nice

- You like to cook? Well your in luck because he likes to eat, when he first tries your cooking he will fall in love right then and there for a second time. On some nights he’ll just ask randomly for one of your dishes that he’s been craving real bad.

- He’s so cute at reminding you about how pretty and precious you are to him, he has such a soft spot for you and he will show it so much omg

- Both of you have some good taste of music, he also just loves playing music around the house so just in case, he might catch you dancing in which he finds EXTREMELY attractive

- If you ever give him a nice gift, or just anything thoughtful, his heart melt extremely quick, like he just gets so happy at the thought of you taking time out of your day to make something special, he will thank you again and again if you get him something

- He thinks it’s so sweet when you do other people hair, he doesn’t really know why but he thinks it’s so freaking sweet that you do it, just making someone feel pretty with their hair is so nice.

- Both of you are alike when it comes to doing hands - on things (😏) LOL you and him have quite a bit street smarts and do better in that then academics, both you guys can really relate to that.

- Overall you guys would be so cute together, like both of you are the refreshing part of the others day and it’s so nice 😭 he loves making sure that you’re happy and that you’re okay always and he just loves you so much

#ithinkabouttzu #band of brothers #band of brothers ship #bill guarnere

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fumikomiyasaki · 1 year

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I dunno if you're still taking these, but would it be ok to ask for 🌆 with any of our ships?

How about just one date?

So given the last thing I wrote with momo and Mellow was like a date, I will only write the rest.

After Gabrielle was done with her usual dorm leader duties... she send Sylvester a message to meet her... on that day she led him to the courtyard... with a big bucket of different weapons.

“The first years have made these.... its time to put them to the test on these dolls. Are you up for it?”

He took one of the daggers in the bucket and put his finger up the blade..

“This one is way too dull, couldn’t hurt a fly. Seems like a child made this.”

She chuckled. “Your eye for this is do like about you...Well then...”

She took another dagger and pinned him lightly to the wall, and held it close to him.

“What about this one?”

“Do you want me to kiss you or why are you doing it like that? Well this one is definetly more deadly and well crafted...”

“Thanks for the compliment, this one is the one I made as example.”

She put the dagger away but didn’t let up from him... seemingly still close looking at him... both of their lips meeting before looking back at the weapons.

“Lets save more fun for later, how about we really test these babies?”

She smirked. “Then lets make it a little throwing contest... whoever wins can lead the first attack later.”

“I like your thinking, Gabi... fine challenge accepted.”

He didn’t know what to do after he managed to even ask Marinus on a date... however in the end he settled for a candy store and after that a trip to the beach... making sure that Marinus is fed enough and ready to go with him to watch the sea...

They both stucked up on tons of candy in their bags as Tiam sighed, pushing a big umbrella in the sand to make sure he doesn’t get any chance to get sunburned.

“Why did you bring me here when you hate the sun?”

“I-I thought you might enjoy the w-water cause... y-you know...”

“How about you let me help you rub you with sunoil and join me then? “

“There is a-another reason I d-don’t go in the water.”

He pointed to his hair and sighed... Marinus sat down.

“Then its no use... lets just pack the stuff in and spend some time in your room.”

“B-but...”

“I have more fun when you are happy too and feel good... come on.”

He nodded and helped him pack everything, including the umbrella... Going back and Marinus just resting close with him, eating some snacks while watching some shows... Tiam having somewhat of a less crazy smile on his mouth, tempting Marinus to tease him a little about it.

Mythras choice to take Amos on a date was more guided... In one of her more alluring dress she arrived at his room and take him on her motorcycle into the city nightlife... first getting some good food and drinks at a bar just to go into her favourite club to dance with him... She kept him very close, knowing full well that if she doesn’t some others might try to court her again as she often had the trouble...

Eventually they settled to walk the park in the night on their way back.

“Are you fine Mythra, you seem wobbly?”

“Just my heels... guess all the dancing made them too uncomfortable...My feet hurt but I am glad about it.”

He looked back at her and then picked her up. She wasn’t even phased and led her arms around his neck.

“You are just such a darling, Amos.”

“Don’t overdo it, my dear... alright.”

She gave him a peck on the cheek and smiled.

“I will give it my all when it matters, till then I just want to have my fun and dance the night away. I blame these shoes, not myself.”

He laughed a little. “Blame the drinks as well... let me get you back then.”

“Aww but, don’t you wanna stay over? I could give you some affection... and maybe more.”

He quickly got flustered.

“Then I will take this offer.”

She was pretty nervous at first... sure they have been hanging out in school a lot but a date... that would be her first for now... but still she mustered the courage to arrange something.... and in the end settled for a Sushi restaurant in hope they have his favourite on the menu as well as taking some advice from Lyla over Mythra in how she dresses... in the end she waited for him in a simple green loose dress, face red with a smile.

“Ah perfect on time, lets go in...” His face was also a little red looking at her as both walked into the building... it was in general pretty inside... a big cherry blossom tree and much atmosphere. However as they got the menu she was relieved... not only had they his fried eel but also for her some good sushi types.

“So... you are really fine to be seen with me like this?”

“What are you saying? I am happy that you are here with me... usually Lyla and Leroy accompany to try out new restaurants but... somewhat this feels more special... if its just you and me. I enjoy your company.”

She showed him a light smile as he looked away and nodded... although they didn’t talk that much, somewhat she felt happy just enjoying some food and at least getting a little more to be close with him... after all was done and she paid they both walked outside... the moonlight shining down on the buildings...

“Would you mind walking me back to the dorm?... At night I always feel a little unsafe...”

He took her hand and nodded. “Of course I will...”

Even just the little warmth from his hand was enough to make her heart beat and feel warm inside... she saw full well how flustered he was as they finally arrived at the ramshackle dorm... however as he was about to leave she swiftly pulled him down by his collar for a soft kiss on the lips.

“Take it as thank you for tonight... I would love to do this again with you...Maybe next time... you could even stay over a little...”

And as she left inside the dorm she still felt just swept away and happy by how this night was... still keeping a good mood into her sleep.

#twisted wonderland oc #twst ocs #twst oc #twst #disney twst #twisted wonderland ocs #twisted wonderland original character #gabrielle ravenor #gabrielle x sylvester #tiam falldow #tiam x marinus #mythra cenov #mythra x amos #carol ann #carol x cho hee

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wikagirl · 2 years

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I finally finished cyberpunk to an extend where I can comofrtably say that I did prettymuch everything I found interesting (except for that one quest with the guy that came out of jail and then went on a super christianity trip bc I simply didn't like the guy and didn't wanna help him) and so I drew all of my Vs.

I desgined the outfits myself, though all of them are inspired by pieces I did get my lil hands on at one point while playing.

I also wrote a little short story about them which none of you will ever get to see but basicly it is a post canon story in which I treat my Corpo playthrough as my "real" V aka the one that had the Johnny issues while I treat the other two Vs as people who just happen to have the same nickname but also exist iwthin night city at the same time (even though I consider streetkid to be my actual real playthrough bc that's the one I did the most things with). Ending spoilers below the cut

In my story CV did the ending in which you Trust Hanako and end up on the spacesation. They cose to get themself uploaded into Mikoshi but drafted their own version of a contract with the help of Hellman to ensure all their things would reach the people they wanted (for example their cat nibbles would be great friends with misty and fit right in with her shop and Mr.Brightman) and to comission one of these neat little devices that Hanako uses to hologram her dead father during the meeting with the red of the Arasakas.

The Device along side their engramchip was sent to the El Coyote Cojo to keep Mamá Wells company and hang out at the bar, becoming something of a new feature there.

The other two Vs mostly go about their lives as you'd expect them too. NV drops out of his clan to find a new life in Night City, only to end up back in a nomad clan after making friends with the Aldecados through doing hwat would be the Panam storyline which CV chose to ignore.

SV used to be a member of the Mox and still is pretty close with them even though she dropped out in favour of supporting her boyfriend, River Ward, on his post questline shenanigans after helping him find his kidnapped nephew (CV was too focued on staying alive to help river out, so SV did). She lives with River and his family and is now Rivers crimefighting partner, seeing how it makes a lot more money than working as a Doll and, oddly enough is also much safer....plus she gets to spend time with her boo so that's a win. Some shenanigans happend that I won't get too much into detail about, but basicly SV and River get on a case that involes the aldecados as witnesses, the aldecados offer a helping hand, the gang ends up going for a drink at a certain bar to celebrate their success, they meet the hologram of CV....and more shenanigans happen that may or may not include them getting a doll implant for NV so that CV can (consensually and safely, obviously) take over the other twos bodies remotely via their Doll implants (and some minor tech-magic brought about by Judy) and also CV learning to be a more than baselevel skill netrunner to support the other two better, they also entrust SV with the bullet necklace Misty made for them for safekeeping and as a lucky charm considering that SV is the ones whos body they takes over the most.

I tried my best to checkread this wall of a text but brain is currently going doot doot the way a phone does when the other person hangs up so I hope you're eyes aren't bleeding too much if you made it all the way down to here.

#cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk nomad #cyberpunk corpo #cyberpunk street kid #cyberpunk oc #myart #cyberpunk nibbles #SV #NV #CV

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broodyjoey · 1 year

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Sometimes I'm really jealous of the GC of our family, whatever I've wanted to do, I always had been reprimanded or had to fight my way through it, just to get the bare minimum of what I want.

It takes months & years for me to figure out a way to get the things I want done. Sometimes depression plays a part in it too, I'm too depressed to go sneak around in order to get what I need & want.

But the GC of our family need not sneak around, she can do whatever she wants and everyone applauds her for it. She's done something again today, something that I've wanted to do for years. And to her, it's nothing she needs to hide around about.

Me? I had to sneak around, just to go to my first clubbing experience. My first drink was from my aunt, otherwise they wouldn't have had let me drink. My first concert was with a friend, with support from her dad. (he's rich and she's allowed to use his card as long as she asks first.)

I had to drag my depressed ass out on a walk just to schedule my therapist appointment in secret, never really having enough money to go buy from this fancy little soda bar, a few streets behind my house. I used my allowance money to pay for my own therapy, ever since I turned 17 & I never tell them; they have a stigma against mental illnesses and psychiatry medications.

Eventually, when I had enough money to buy the drinks, it had already closed down during covid and never came back to the same area. Years of me waiting and saving up, dragging my ass to the place to search for it...just wasted into this.

Today? My little sister, the GC, she brought back a big bottle of the soda bar's drink. The grape-based drink and it was so normal for everybody.

Nobody asked her how much did she spend on this drink. Nobody scolded her for eating out, nobody said it was a waste of money.

Ah, the wonders of being a GC. How wonderful, how sweet.

Back when I was in the office job, and I bought back some drinks, they'd all blabber with their tongues and drink the beverages I brought back, while scolding me about how bad it tastes, how they don't like it and that I am wasting money.

Yet they've asked the GC to buy the same exact drinks again, and they say that the drinks were delicious!

Ah I'm so furious, sad and disappointed all at the same time. It's always like this.

Yet I never learn not to offer such things. Then again, they'll go:

"You filthy monkey! The drinks you brought us is disgusting, a waste of money!"

"How dare you not buy us drinks when you brought your own! Selfish evil monkey!"

"Your tastes are disgusting and pathetic, even if it's the same exact drinks, your little sister has the better judgement!"

I'm done with this, I shouldn't even bring anything good back home. They'll just waste my money and my efforts. Took all my money and buy the things that they don't even use, took my gifts and never even used it, took my gifts and insult it and me.

I'm so tired of this house. They want me to stop using my phone and pay attention here. But how am I supposed to live and keep myself sane from all these?

I am trying my best to stay alive with all the weird shit going in my house every single day. I have to deal with liars, insults and physical abuse. And yet I am not even allowed a respite from it all in the form of a phone addiction.

Even prostitutes have drugs to run to, my ex had alcohol and weed, my other ex had anime.

I deserve my escape right?

But to them I must be subhuman, I am not allowed an escape from this hellish enclosure, when I get home from work I am not allowed to stay out with my friends.

I am to go back home straight, where I have to play referee for my parent's train wreck of a marriage, have to be a punching bag for my sister's insults and I am not allowed to get angry, cry or even be slightly upset.

I am to be a wooden doll in my house.

Then a sex doll for my past bfs.

I am not a doll.

I am made of flesh and blood.

And it seems only my friends understand this. Even though I am usually the butt of their jokes too.

But they could tell something's up. They know I've been suicidal, that I've been planning my death, that I've had enough of this goddamn world.

But none of them can help me escape it. I'm stuck here.

I can't do this anymore. I don't know how to escape it quickly. This is like a prison, no matter what I do, it is punished.

Like some kind of wild animal in an enclosure. It hurts, it's suffocating.

I want to run away.

#tw // suicidal ideation #tw suicidal ideation #tw // suicide #tw suicide #let me be free

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fatecantstopme · 3 years

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The Birthday

Pairing: dbf!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: He’s your dad’s best friend and you definitely shouldn’t like him, but you can’t help it. He’s gorgeous and you desperately wanted him. Turns out he desperately wants you too.

Warnings: SO MUCH SMUT. ALL THE SMUTS. Unprotected sex (P in V), oral (M and F receiving), cursing, age gap (all legal).

Life had changed dramatically for you in the last couple years. Your parents split, you graduated college, and shockingly couldn’t find a job, so you moved in with your dad while you continued your search.

What you didn’t expect was falling hard for your dad’s best friend, Bucky Barnes. Bucky had been your dad’s best friend for years and you’d always found him extremely attractive...but there was of course the issue of his age. He was younger than your dad, but he was a bit old for you by society’s standards. Plus, you figured he wouldn’t be interested in his best friend’s daughter. He probably still thought of you as a child.

You’d been living with your dad for a few months and you’d seen Bucky at least once a week since you’d moved in. He was as handsome as ever, which annoyed you to no end.

Today was your 23rd birthday and you were planning on getting together with some friends at a local bar downtown. Your dad was out of town on business, so you had the house to yourself. Two of your girlfriends came over to do a little pre-gaming as the three of you got ready together.

“Soooo did you invite your dad’s hot friend?” Your best friend Amanda asked.

You threw your hairbrush at her. “Oh my god. No I did not invite him!”

“Ugh, why not! He’s so hot,” your other friend Carrie complained.

“Well, for starters, I doubt he’d want to come to a party with a bunch of 20-somethings. Plus, there’s that whole bit about him being MY DAD’S BEST FRIEND!”

Carrie and Amanda laughed. “You’re the birthday girl. How could he say no?” Amanda asked.

You rolled your eyes and went back to doing your hair. “You two are the worst.”

“Well I did manage to get an invite out to some of the hot guys from school,” Carrie commented.

You sighed. You had zero interest in guys your age. They were mostly childish and had absolutely no idea how to please a woman. “As long as they buy me drinks, I won’t complain.”

Your friends laughed. The three of you finished getting ready before heading downstairs to call an Uber.

When you arrived at the bar, there were already quite a few people there. Some were strangers, but a large number of them were friends or acquaintances of yours. You made the rounds and chatted with people for about an hour before deciding to take a seat near the back of the bar to rest your aching feet. You knew you shouldn’t have worn heels.

You were sitting quietly on a bench when you felt someone sit down beside you. When you looked over, you let out a small gasp. “What are you doing here?”

Bucky chuckled. “Happy birthday, doll.”

You blushed. “Thanks, Bucky. But how did you know it was my birthday? Or that I’d be here?”

He smiled and the corners of his eyes crinkled. “Your friend Amanda invited me.” He gestured towards her and she waved with a huge grin on her face.

You made a mental note to kill her later. “Well it was really nice of you to come. I’m sure it’s not how you wanted to spend your Saturday night.”

“Hmm. My options were spend the evening on the couch watching TV by myself or come out to a bar to see the most beautiful girl I know for her birthday. It was a very tough choice.”

You could feel your entire face heat up. Had he just called you beautiful? “Are you sure you made the right choice here?” you joked.

He smiled. “There’s no place I’d rather be.” He abruptly stood up and held his hand out. “Dance with me?”

You slid your hand into his and he pulled you onto the dance floor. The song was upbeat and made you want to shake your hips. As you started to move, the booze you’d drank really started to settle into your bones, loosening up your entire body. When the song changed to something much more sexual, your body shifted with it. You pushed your back up against Bucky and he slid his arm around your waist. You could feel his hot breath on your neck, adding to the pooling of desire in your panties.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” Bucky whispered in your ear.

You pressed your ass back against his groin and he groaned. You could feel the bulge in his pants. You spun around to face him and murmured, “Take me home, Bucky.”

His eyes widened. “Are you sure, doll?”

You nodded. “One hundred percent. Please, Buck.”

“Yes ma’am.” He grabbed your hand and led you out of the bar. You waved at Amanda on your way out and she grinned and clapped her hands with glee.

When you got into the parking lot, he led you over to his car and opened the passenger door for you. You slid into the front seat and he ran to the driver’s side.

“Are you okay to drive?” He had to be drunk to be this open with you.

“I only had one beer, so I’m good. But if it would make you feel better, I’m happy to call for a ride.”

You shook your head. “No, that’s okay. I trust you.”

He drove back to your dad’s place without issue. The car ride was silent and a little awkward. You both knew what you were about to do and it felt kind of wrong. You were also really nervous. Bucky was so much more experienced than you. What if you weren’t good?

When he pulled into the driveway, he turned to look at you. “Are you okay, sweets?”

God, the pet names were going to be the death of you. You just nodded your head, afraid to speak.

He reached over and squeezed your hand. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

You finally looked at him. He was so beautiful in the evening light. It almost hurt to look at him. You shook your head. “I want this, Bucky. I want you.”

He groaned and closed his eyes. “Keep talking like that, baby, and I might just take you right here in the car.”

“As much as I’d like my neighbors to get a show, I think I’d prefer to have you all to myself.”

He chuckled. “Come on, gorgeous. Let’s take this party inside.”

He came around and opened your door for you before leading you into the house. He had his own key, which definitely came in handy. The moment you closed the front door, Bucky pushed you up against it, lips sealed to yours in a passionate kiss.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this?” he asked as he pulled away for air.

You shook your head.

“Since the day you walked back into this house. You’re all grown up. So beautiful. So perfect. I’ve wanted to touch you, hold you, kiss you, every day since.”

His words warmed your heart. “I wanted you too, Bucky. So much.”

“Wanted? Past tense?” he joked.

“Shut up and kiss me,” you moaned.

He did as you asked. His hands snaked around your back to tug at the zipper of your dress. Once he got it down, he helped you out of the dress. You were wearing a matching black lace bra and panty set and he let out a low growl when he saw it. “Fuck, baby. You look sexy.”

You grinned. “Loose the shirt, handsome.” You’re not exactly sure where the burst of confidence came from, but it probably was a mixture of alcohol and his compliments.

He pulled his shirt off over his head and leaned forward to kiss you again. You held out your hand and he stopped when he felt it push against his chest. “What’s wrong? I can stop.”

You shook your head, but you couldn’t take your eyes off his chest. The man was built. Muscles covered every inch of his skin and you felt the strong urge to run your tongue along every ridge and divot on his body.

He watched your expression and a small smile formed on his face. “Like what you see, pretty girl?”

Your eyes snapped up to his. “I want to see every inch of you.”

He groaned and leaned into you, pressing his lips against yours. He scooped you up like you weighed nothing and you wrapped your legs around his waist for support. He carried you into your room and tossed you onto your bed.

You watched him as he slowly removed his jeans. Your heart was beating out of your chest and your breathing was heavy. When your eyes landed on the massive bulge in his boxers, you licked your lips. “Boxers too,” you demanded.

“I like this commanding side of you, sweets. It’s hot as hell.” He dropped his boxers and his cock sprang free. The tip was red and leaking precum and you were dying to wrap your lips around it.

You quickly crawled to the edge of the bed and pulled him towards you by his hips. He obliged and was rewarded when you ran your tongue from the base of his cock to the tip. “Shit, baby,” he muttered.

You smiled and took him into your mouth, sucking in as much as you could without gagging. He wrapped his hands into your hair, pulling it out of the way so he could watch you. When you started to move, he groaned loudly. “Holy shit, doll. Just like that. Fuck.”

His hips thrusted forward involuntarily and you gagged as his cock hit the back of your throat. Bucky’s reaction to the sound you made was enough to tell you he loved it. You pulled him farther into your mouth, sliding as much as you could down your throat. Your throat constricted around him and you gagged loudly. “Damnit baby, you keep doing that and I’m gonna cum.”

You moaned and picked up your pace.

He tossed his head back and moaned. “Is that what you want, baby? You want me to cum in that pretty mouth of yours?”

You moaned again and flicked your eyes up to meet his. You held his gaze as you kept moving. He moaned and his hips jerked as he came, hot cum pouring down your throat. You swallowed every drop he had to give you before removing him from your mouth with a pop. “That was...shit, doll, where’d you learn to do that?”

You grinned at him. “It’s a secret, pretty boy. Now come here.” You curved your finger and beckoned him to you.

He didn’t need to be told twice. He crawled on top of you and immediately latched onto your neck. He left a trail of sloppy kisses, bite marks, and bruises as he made his way down to the swell of your breasts.

You leaned forward so he could remove your bra. When your boobs hung free, he licked his lips. “Anyone ever tell you you have the most incredible boobs?”

You laughed. “Not quite like that.”

He reached out and began to massage them, rolling the perky nipples in between his fingers. You moaned and tossed your head back against the pillows. Bucky slowly slid his metal hand down your body until he reached your panties. He didn't want to bother with removing them, so he tore them off of you.

“Bucky! Those are my best pair!”

He grinned. “I’ll buy you another pair, baby. Hell, I’ll buy you as many as you want as long as you promise this pussy belongs to me.”

Your eyes widened at his words and you blushed slightly.

He hovered over your pussy, lips mere inches away. His eyes flashed up to yours and he said again, “This pussy belongs to me.”

You nodded. “All yours, Bucky.”

He smiled. “That’s my girl.” He slid his tongue between your folds and you gasped in pleasure. Bucky somehow knew exactly what you needed. His lips wrapped around your swollen clit, tongue dancing sweet circles against it.

“Oh god, Bucky. Please don’t stop. It feels so good,” you moaned. Your fingers dug into his arm and into his hair as he continued to devour you.

Bucky slowly slid a metal finger into your dripping pussy and you gasped. “More please. More.”

The way you begged had him breathless. He slid another finger in and began to pump, stroking your sweet spot with every thrust.

“Fuck, Bucky. Oh god. I’m gonna cum baby.”

He began to suck with renewed vigor and he moaned against you. The vibrations sent you over the edge and he held your hips in place as you came. He continued to eat you out as you rode the waves of your orgasm.

You tugged on his hair when it became too much and he lifted his head. His mouth and beard were coated in your slick and it was easily one of the sexiest things you’ve ever seen. “Come here, Buck.”

He moved up to your face and you pulled him down to you, pressing your lips against his. You could taste yourself on his tongue and it coaxed a moan from you. When you separated for a breath, he grinned at you. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

“Me? I’m not the one who just gave me the best orgasm of my life.”

He swelled with pride. “The best? Really?”

You nodded. “It was a low bar, honestly...but I’m pretty sure that one alone ruined me for any other man.”

He grinned. “None of those boys you’ve been dating have treated you right? They haven’t worshipped your perfect body? Made a meal of your sweet pussy?”

You inhaled sharply. “No. Never.”

“Oh baby. Let me show you how a real man makes love to his girl.”

His lips met yours again and you wrapped your arms around his neck. When he finally pulled away, it was just to line himself up with your entrance. “Shit. I don’t have a condom.”

“I’m on the pill, so don’t worry. I want to feel your thick cock inside me.”

He groaned. “Fuck, baby.” He slid into you slowly, giving you time to adjust.

You winced in discomfort as his sheer size nearly split you in half.

He stopped. “Shit, doll. I’m hurting you.”

You reached up and touched his face. “Don’t stop. I’m okay.”

His eyes traced over your face and when he found no apprehension there, he continued slowly. Once he was fully seated inside of you, he stopped, allowing you time to acclimate to the stretch.

You were out of breath even though you hadn’t done a thing. “You’re so big, Buck. You fill me up so well.”

Pride flowed through his veins at your words. He kissed you gently. “I’ll go slow baby. I don’t want to hurt you.”

You shook your head. “I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t walk tomorrow. Make me scream your name. Ruin me, James Buchanan Barnes.”

The way you said his name elicited a low growl from his chest. “Stop me if it’s too much, baby.”

You nodded and he immediately started to move. He set a decent pace and each thrust sent waves of pleasure and pain through your body. After a few minutes, the pain had subsided and all you could feel was incredible pleasure.

“This pussy was made for me, doll. So tight and warm. I could stay here all night.”

You could only moan in response. Words were completely lost to you at this point. He angled himself so he was slamming into your g-spot with each thrust and you cried out in pleasure. “Oh Bucky! Please!”

“Please what, doll?”

“Don’t stop.”

He sped up and you let out another cry. “Don’t cum yet baby. I want you to wait until I tell you to.”

Your eyes snapped open and you looked at him in worry.

“Don’t worry baby. You can do it. It’ll be worth it,” he said softly.

You nodded and moaned again as he slammed into your sweet spot. His hand slid down between your bodies and he started gently messaging your clit.

“I can’t--”

“Can’t what, gorgeous?”

“Please, Bucky. I need to cum. Let me cum.”

He shook his head. “Not yet, baby.”

You clung to him as he shifted positions again. He felt his own orgasm threatening to burst, but he had to let you cum first.

You moaned and cried out his name. “Please!”

He leaned forward and growled, “Cum for me, baby girl.”

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, you came with such force you nearly blacked out. Bucky came immediately after you and he rode you through both of your highs.

When you’d both calmed down, he slid his softening cock out of you. “You alright, sweets?” he whispered.

You smiled at him. “Never better.”

He leaned down to kiss you gently before getting out of the bed. He wobbled a little as he walked to the bathroom. He came back a few moments later with a warm washcloth. He gently cleaned you up and then crawled back into bed beside you. He pulled you in close and you snuggled against him.

“That was incredible, Bucky,” you said softly.

He smiled. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, doll. You were infinitely better than I imagined...and I imagined it quite a lot.”

You laughed lightly and kissed his chest.

“Doll?”

“Hmm?”

“I um--I was hoping--um...” he cleared his throat. “What I mean is--I don’t want this to be a one time thing.”

You looked up at him in surprise.

“Unless you want it to be, then that’s fine--” he rambled quickly.

“Bucky,” you cut him off. “I don’t want this to be a one time thing either.”

His entire body relaxed. “Thank god.”

You smiled and touched his face affectionately. “Stay?”

“I’ll stay as long as you want me, doll.”

You smiled and laid your head back down against his chest. He pulled you in close and you both drifted off to sleep in the comfort of each other’s arms.

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Weird ~ G.W.

Summary: George is gorgeous. Charlie is a meddler. The snow is cold. (this summary sucks...just read it)

Pairing: George Weasley x Y/N

Word Count: 2,404 (who do I think I am?)

Warnings: mentions of bullying. mentions of food/eating. george is unknowingly triggering? reader cries. idk? let me know if i missed something.

A/N: part 2? maybe? translations are for romanian via google translate. do not come for me if they are hella wrong.

Translations: draga - darling; dragoste - love; tampit - stupid

I had never been normal. From the time I was a toddler I had stars in my eyes and dirt on my knees. While the other kids in my grade were playing with dolls and dressing respectably, I was riding imaginary dragons and wearing mismatched socks with dungarees and a butterfly headband. Normalcy evaded me even further when at 11 years old, I got a letter declaring me a witch.

When I first came to Hogwarts I spent the majority of my time alone. It appeared that even children who could wave a stick around and makes things fly wanted nothing to do with the colorful little girl. Meeting Luna Lovegood in my second year was the best thing that had ever happened to me. Here was a girl who allowed me to be exactly who I was with no judgments. And then she introduced me to Neville Longbottom and Ginny Weasley, and suddenly that little girl who thought her only friends would always be the rocks she painted faces on, had found her people.

Of course, being friends with Ginny Weasley meant knowing her many brothers. So after graduation when I went off to Romania to work with dragons it made me feel slightly better knowing Charlie Weasley would be there. He quickly took me under his wing and became the older brother figure I had never had. After working together for three years, and electing to stay at the sanctuary for the last two over the holidays, he had finally convinced me to come home with him. I was reluctant to leave the sanctuary - the one place I truly feel safe (despite the massive fire breathing creatures).

Charlie had warned me that being with one or two of the Weasleys was very different from being with the entire Weasley clan. Obviously I knew Charlie and Ginny, Ron had always been nice to me, and I had met Molly a handful of times in passing. However, Bill was known to be quite intimidating, Percy was supposedly very no-nonsense, and the twins (albeit never cruel) had a reputation of being hell-raisers.

Apparating to the edge of a marsh with Charlie by my side I could see the rising structure haphazardly balanced slightly ahead.

Pausing, I glanced at the back of the familiar red covered head, “I don’t know Charles, maybe I should just go back. I really don’t want to be a burden.”

Charlie very quickly rounded behind me to continue guiding me towards his home, “No, no, no, no, no. No. You’re not a burden to anyone draga. Keep your head up and if any of them give you grief - remind them of the giant, winged beasts you can feed them to.”

Quickly placing a kiss to the side of my head Charlie bounded ahead again to open the door and announce your arrival. Before I could toe off the first boot to leave next to the dozen other pairs in the entryway, a pair of arms had flung around my neck.

“Y/N! I missed you so much!”, Ginny pulled back, keeping her grip on my shoulders, to inspect for any major injuries.

I held onto her elbows, keeping her close, “Hi Gin, I missed you too. A lot. I’m loving this new look by the way.”

She reached up to brush the now short locks behind her ears. A grin on her face as the two of us looked the other over for the first time in months. Ginny was wrapped in a pretty baby pink sweater with shades of red and white running through it. The material was soft against my palm as I hooked it around her crooked elbow to follow her into the living area.

“You know”, she started, “I was starting to think maybe Charlie had let you get eaten or burnt to a crisp in the land of dragons. It’s been so long since you’ve come to see me or left the sanctuary.”

“I’m sorry Ginny. It’s just that after everything, I had to keep myself busy.”

Ginny’s smile softened into one of understanding. The war had taken a part of all of us. Although Fred had recovered after many months, that fear of almost losing such a vital part of their family had rocked the entire Weasley family to its core.

“I get it, I do, but I worry about you. I just want you to know you’re not alone Y/N.”

I pulled the girl into another tight hug, “I know.”

Ginny pulled away first, clearing her throat, “Okay! Now that’s out of the way - it’s time to introduce the one and only Y/N L/N to the Weasley’s.”

I hummed, “Hmmm and which of us should be more scared?”

“Oh definitely the Weasleys.”

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Meeting the Weasley family had gone much better than expected.

Molly had opened her arms and home to me as if I was one of her own children. By the time the night was over she had me stuffed full of warm food and drink and donning my very own coveted Weasley sweater, the lavender initial in the middle marking it as my own. Arthur had been very interested in my muggle parents and upbringing, questioning me about the functions of a rubber duck. Bill and his wife Fleur were the most stunning couple I have ever seen, and not nearly as intimidating as people portrayed them. Fleur was pleased when she found out I spoke a bit of conversational French and promised to have me over to Shell Cottage (apparently they have an amazing collection of wind chimes that I am dying to see). Percy was a bit more refined. Completely polite and friendly but he seemed reserved. Ginny had explained in one of her letters how much guilt Percy carried after the Battle of Hogwarts over how he had behaved in the years leading up to that day.

The twins were much different than I remembered them being from the few times we were around each other in school. The physical differences were clear - George’s missing ear and Fred’s dragging limp were both signs of the prices they paid in the war. More than that however, they had matured greatly. They were still happy and made sure to pull at least two pranks over the night, poor Molly nearly lost her voice after they blew up the turkey. However, there was something in their eyes that had been dimmed. Especially in George.

His twin almost died that night, and it reflected in George’s eyes each time he looked at his older brother. It was clear that he was still afraid because whenever Fred left a room George followed, never letting his brother out of his sight, and if he happened to lose track of him a panic began to swirl in his brown orbs.

I was in the middle of watching as George yet again made his way to Fred’s side, clapping a large hand on his twins shoulder and throwing his head back in laughter.

“So which one are you staring at dragoste?”, Charlie whispered as he appeared out of nowhere.

I ignored the burning in my cheeks as I looked away from the scene in front of me.

“I am not staring at either of them tampit.”

“Mhmm, sure, absolutely, I believe you.”, after a quick pause he said, “It’s George isn’t it?”

I turned and scoffed at him, “No!… How did you know?”

Charlie let out a chuckle, “Because I know you my little dragon. I also know my brother, and just between us, he definitely likes you as well.”

At this I let out an incredulous laugh and glanced back to where George was now telling a story, his hands moving animatedly. There was no way that George Weasley had even a remote attraction to me. He was kind, strong, clever, and so bloody gorgeous it truly was a privilege to look at him. And I am…me. Nothing special. Just a girl who had more dragon friends than human ones and whose hands were covered in scars and callouses and whose socks never matched and had never even kissed a man before. So no, there was no way that George Weasley would ever like me.

“Hey. I know that look Y/N. Stop those thoughts right this bloody second.”

“Charles it really is annoying when you read me like that.”

Throwing his arm over my shoulder he began to lead me towards the twins, “Yes I know and I am sorry in advance but this needs to be done. Fred!”

Charlie’s voice had gone from a rushed whisper to a jovial shout when we reached George, Fred, and Ron by the fireplace. George’s smile as he turned to look at us sent a million butterflies off in my tummy.

“So Freddy, I was hoping you could help me out with a top secret project tomorrow for mum and maybe show me around the joke shop. I heard you added some new displays that I want to check out.”

“Sure Charlie”, Fred glanced at George as he spoke, “I’m sure we can make some time for our favorite brother.”

Ignoring Rons protest, Charlie gripped my shoulders and pushed me in front of him, “Actually George I was thinking you could stay here and show Y/N around the area. She mentioned wanting to talk a walk tomorrow and I would hate to disappoint her on her first Christmas out of the sanctuary.”

“Um-”

I interrupted the rejection coming from George, “No please, I would hate to be a bother and make you be stuck with me all day. I’m sure Ginny can take me.”

George smiled and shook his head, “No it’s completely fine Y/N. I would be happy to show you around.”

“Okay great! It’s settled then!”, Charlie looked rather too pleased with himself and obviously missed the look exchanged by his identical younger brothers.

~~~~~~~~~~

The next morning the Burrow was a flurry of movement as everyone began their day. Apparently Charlie and Fred weren’t the only ones on their way out. The others still had some last minute gift shopping to do and Ron was spending the day with Hermione’s muggle family. After breakfast, a quick wink from Charlie, and a slam of the front door - George and I were alone in the house.

The two of us stood facing one another in the living room for a few awkward moments before George spoke, “Well, um, did you want to head out as well?”

“Oh sure! Yes, let me just grab my boots really quickly.”

George led me out the door and onto the snow covered path towards the small, iced over river. Nothing was said for a while, the only sound was the crunch of snow under our boots and the occasional sniffle from one of our red noses. I was mentally imagining all the ways I was going to kick Charlie’s ass when he got back for suggesting a walk in the middle of winter when we came to the top of a hill and stopped.

Everything as far as the eye could see was blanketed in sheets of white. Stomping my boots down into the fresh snow, I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped as the snow gave way underfoot. Feeling a pair of eyes on me I remembered that I wasn’t alone and turned to see George watching me with an unidentifiable look on his face.

“Sorry, sorry. That was - I don’t know why I did that. I liked the feeling of the crunch of the snow I guess. Sorry.”

George grinned, “You don’t have to apologize. It was cute.”

I could feel my face flush at his words. His smile grew even wider at the sight of my heated face. My gaze dropped from his pretty face down to my boots. I could feel the thick socks I had on beginning to grow cold and wet from how long we’d been outside. Looking back up I could see George’s deep eyes glaze over. Assuming it was because he had been apart from Fred so long I glanced out at the view one last time before turning back the way we came.

“We should probably get back. We’ve been gone a while and my toes are getting wet. I feel bad enough that Charlie forced you to do this anyways without you getting frostbite or something. I’ve had frostbite, it’s not fun. And now I’m rambling. I’m sorry. Sorry”

George was shaking his head at me and said, “You are so weird.”

Ouch. My chest tightened and the small smile I had been wearing dropped from my face. If I had been able to see past the tears forming in my eyes that were making my sight blurry, I would have seen George’s face do the same. Unfortunately, all I could focus on was that word. Weird. Strange. Abnormal. Freak.

Weird weird weird.

The walk back was silent. A thick tension surrounded you both as thick snow flurries began to swirl down in the midmorning air. Just as thick was the lump forming in my throat as I fought back tears. I know I shouldn’t let his words affect me. He’s just some guy. But deep down I also know that he’s not just some guy. This is George fricking Weasley. With his stupid perfect face and gorgeous eyes and his loyalty to his family. I couldn’t help but be enamored with him from the moment I walked in the Weasley’s front door. So it hurt to hear the man I liked call me that nasty word that has haunted me my entire life.

When we finally reached the Burrow, George tried to reach for my arm but I pulled away and ran into the house. I could hear that some of the others had returned and really wanted to avoid a confrontation. Once again, luck wasn’t on my side. Charlie came walking out of the kitchen and saw me in the entryway. His face immediately became concerned at the sight of me and he lowered the sandwich he had from his mouth.

“Draga?”, Charlie’s voice followed me as I finally reached the stairs and launched upstairs.

As I reached the first landing I heard him speak again, his voice rough and hard.

“What did you do?”

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