#Bibi Buttons

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Kin Mirai Nekomata Miu ; Original Character ☆ Bibi Buttons

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perfect sin

innocent sub virgin! abby x dom fem! reader

synopsis;; Abby was a good girl. Was…

cw;; use of y/n (sorry but it was needed), sub and complete inexperienced yet not innocent abby, references to the bible (algo unholy use of abby’s one) and church, mocking of god, the bible and sins (PLEASE AGAIN, DO NOT TAKE IT SERIOUSLY), cursing, alcohol drug use, dry humping, loss of virginity, dirty talk, nipple play, teasing, smut, scissoring, dumbification, masturbation (both receiving), oral sex (a receiving), worshipping kink & god kink (kinda???), overstimulation, dacryphilia (kinda?), finger fucking, chocking, praising, degradation, multiple orgasms… MINORS DNI!!!

Abby Anderson was a good girl. A straight A’s student, not a big fan of parties, hated alcohol, didn’t do drugs kind of good girl. And… she was really religious. She had always been. She accompanied her father to church every Sunday, went to a religious school and based her reading on her worn bible before going to bed every night. At her eighteen years of life, the most ‘unholy’ thing she had ever done was lie, and she made sure to swear that she’d never do it again.

But that oath didn’t age well, since she was, once again, lying about the fact that she’ll be staying over one of her church friends’ when she was planted in front of the biggest party she had ever seen —the only one she had ever seen, to be honest—.

Although Abby was a good girl, her best friend, Ellie Williams, surely wasn’t. They were complete polar opposites. You just had to stare at them to see that. Whilst Abby seemed like a complete church girl with her button shirt tucked on her caqui pants and her school’s white little sleeveless sweater on top. —She looked so nerdy and cute with those glasses of hers…— Ellie looked like a rockstar, with her smeared eyeliner, short auburn hair, black clothes and silver rings…

Nobody knew how the two of them could be such good friends… But they were. Ellie was a bad influence, always breaking the rules and getting in trouble. And Abby was… the good influence, the pure one of the couple, always in charge of putting some sense into Ellie’s head when her mind convinced her on doing things that seemed like a good idea when in reality were not and getting her out of trouble. They worked.

Ellie loved to hang out with Abby, always trying to make her do something bad and ‘unholy’ but always getting a ‘no’ for an answer. And she thought that it will be that way forever, but surprisingly enough, Abby had acceded to go with her to one of those crazy parties she always attended. So there they were, stepping into the packed house and automatically being hit by the smell of cheap alcohol, weed and hormones.

Abby didn't like it. She couldn’t help scrunching her nose, overwhelmed by the new surroundings. The air was saturated and it was too warm, making her glasses slightly fog.

Ellie laughed at her face, pushing one of her arms over her best friend’s shoulders and dragging her further inside with her. Abby felt as if the devil had took a hold on her and dragged her to Hell.

"Yo Ellie! Got some crystal?" Oh, right. Another thing about Ellie was that she was popular. Really popular. A lot of people waved at her as the two of them passed by. Probably due to her incredible stash and weed. But either ways, she had a lot of friends.

"Look for me later, 'lright? I´ll see what I can do for you then, pretty girls." the girls that had approached her smiled, nodding and giggling as they took off.

"Crystal?" Abby wondered, to what Ellie rolled her green eyes.

"Meth, Bibi. Meth." the blonde scrunched her face. She was well aware that Ellie was a dealer, she wasn't that stupid, she just didn't know much about it. And honestly, she'd like to keep it that way. Of course she was concerned for her best friend's well being, but Ellie had promised him that she wasn't getting into anything hard, weed was her way to go. "That shit is selling like Tommy’s beers." she shook her head, pulling her down the hallway and towards the salon, which connected to an open garden with pool and where the dancing floor took place.

"Ellie!!!" both of them turned to a brunette smiley girl with a cigarette on her left hand.

"Dina!" she seemed just as pleased to see the brown eyed as her to see her. "What are you doing here!?" the arm that stood around her shoulder fell when she stepped closer to her to pull her into a tight hug.

"Oh, you know... y/n." she rolled her eyes, still a happy smile making her cheeks swell.

Ellie chuckled. "That little friend of yours is a true menace..." she shook her head. "I like her." that only made Dina laugh.

"Everyone does..." she sighed, taking a hit to her cigarette as her eyes found Abby's. "Let me guess... Perfect hair, ironed clothes, that church girl's face...Is this Bibi?" Ellie smiled as she nodded, surrounding her friend's shoulder with her arm again before pulling her flush to her side.

"In holy spirit." Abby pushed her hand away when her fingers dug on her hair, messing it all up.

"Nice to meet you Dina." she said, offering one of her warm hands, trying to be polite.

"My pleasure." she actually took it, giving her a funny smile. "You seem scared... First party?" she felt his cheeks reddening in embarrassment as she nodded. “Aw, isn’t that cute… Try not to get eaten alive, hm?” Abby’s eyes widened at her words, but she simply laughed, stealing a bottle of whiskey from one of the guys that went heading towards the kitchen to refill the drinks before giving them their back, cigarette in between her lips as she walked away, turning around when she didn’t hear the two pair of friends following her. “Well? Are you guys coming or not?”

They understood then, nodding and following her down another hallway and into a more private room. From the little people inside Abby thought it could be for VIPS. The room was big, with a couple of sofas sitting around a little coffee table, which stood full of cigarettes, alcohol, little plastic bags, weed…

It seemed to be that they had found the stoner room.

“Dina! Dina’s back!!” a sweet and drunk voice filled the room as the door closed behind their backs. Abby’s eyes met a dark haired girl on one of the sofas, cup in hand and a tipsy smile on her face.

Dina chuckled before going towards the drunk girl, who wrapped her arms around her, pulling her so hard down and against her that almost made her fall. “Lily!” she whined when her face was filled of little kisses, what made Ellie laugh.

Abby looked a little bit shocked when the two of them started kissing.

“Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you… Dina is gay. She’s dating Lily too.” Abby seemed amused by her reaction, which quickly faded. Was she surprised? Yeah, she was surely not expecting it. In her church everyone was so… straight. Was she disgusted? Absolutely not. She didn’t see any wrong in any kind of love. It was not ‘conventional’, as people would say, but it was still love and Abby was nobody to tell anyone what to or not to do. Also, she knew her best friend liked girls, and she didn’t love her any less for it.

“Thank god. She wouldn’t stop whining about how much she missed you, almost choked her to sleep for a moment there.” your amused voice chuckled beside her. When Abby’s eyes wondered towards the origin of the sound, she met a really pretty girl. Gorgeous even. Stealing breath away kind of pretty girl. You were dressed on a really tight and short red dress and black high heels. From her position she could see that your lips and eyes were of the same red color of your dress, the first due to a beautiful lipstick and the other probably for the blunt that stood in between your fingers. There was a hazed look on your face, and a soft smile tugging on your lips. Your hair flared a little bit as you turned to face the two best friends by the door. Abby felt like she couldn’t breath. Maybe due to the smoke inside the room… She thought. “Well I’ll be damned… Is that Ellie Williams?” your red eyes squinted a little bit, trying to focus on the auburn haired girl beside her, who shrugged as she stepped further into the room.

“What can I say? I’m famous amongst the ladies.” that made you laugh. And the sound of it was almost angelic. Abby’s heart tightened on her chest, your smile warming her up and making her feel all fuzzy inside. She was completely whipped. “Looking good y/n, been a long time since I last saw you.”

‘y/n’ So that’s who they had been talking about before… y/n, y/n… Even your name was pretty.

“Too long I’d say. Missed your weed. It is the best I’ve ever had.” she pressed a hand to her chest, honored. “And who is pretty girl over there?” Abby felt like fainting when your eyes met her body, lips around the blunt, sucking a new hit that left your throat burning up as the smoke filled your lungs.

“This…” Ellie pulled her by her arm, closer to you and the other two girls, strong enough to have her adjusting her crooked glasses. “Is Abby. Abby Anderson. My girl.” a smile crept on her lips when she recognized that look in your eyes as you scanned her up and down. “And who you are absolutely not getting closer to.”

You rolled your eyes. “Jesus. That fast you claiming a pretty thing like her?” you chuckled, shaking your head just to ignore her and focus on the brunette. “Nice to meet you Abby.” her name rolling on your tongue made her heart fall to the pitch of her stomach, fingers tingling and breath hitching. “I like your sweater.” she coughed, clearing her throat when one of your legs crossed over the other, chest sticking out and your back arched as you accommodated yourself on the sofa. Her eyes darted elsewhere as she awkwardly scratched her neck.

“Thank you.” she stuttered. “I like your…, dress.” that’s the first thing that came to mind and, as she realized what she had just spit out, the stupidest thing too.

You smirked, taking another hit to the blunt. “You do?” you looked down at it. “It’s a little bit uncomfortable though, too tight.” you teased, although she didn’t seemed to get it. Not as Ellie did, scoffing to bring your attention back to her. “You seem uncomfortable too standing over there, why don’t you come take a sit?” you patted the empty place beside you.

“This is Abby’s first party.” she said, eyebrows raising in caution. “Came straight from church studies.” she put extra emphasis to those last two words, which only made you smile harder and Ellie sigh. You were the devil in disguise.

“Oh… A church girl.” you smirked. “That’s why I’ve never seen you around before. I would remember a pretty face like yours.” you winked at her, and her whole body flushed, making you chuckle. Why was this happening to her? She’d never felt like this… Not even with Owen, who had been dating her for a couple of weeks before she told him she couldn’t keep doing it. She didn’t love him. She wasn’t sure she even liked him. She couldn’t even bring herself to kiss him. And now you were making her blush that easily? Making butterflies come up her stomach?

“You. Stop it.” Ellie pointed at you with squinted eyes, making you rise your hands in a peace offering, faking innocence.

“I’m not doing anything.”

“Oh, you know what you are doing.” you tilted your head a little bit, smirk returning.

“Yeah I do…” you chucked, just to sigh afterwards. “Fine. I’ll be good.” you gave in. “But still, sit your ass here and give me something good, will you?”

Ellie smiled, quickly sitting down in one of the single sofas beside you. “Yes ma’am.” she teased you as she extracted from one of her front pockets a little plastic bag full of a shiny white powder. “Is this good enough?” she inquired and you only smiled, teasingly answering.

“This will do.” she laughed, watching you take a peek at the drug, shaking it in between your fingers a little bit. “You. Pretty girl.” you called for Abby, who had never stopped staring at you and got startled by your sudden attention. “Lend me your bible, will you?” she quickly pushed one of her hands on her front pocket, pulling out a pocket mini bible from it before walking towards you to hand it to you. Her eyes widened when you pulled her from her arm so she would sit down beside you, fingers lingering on her own as you took her bible from her hand. “Thanks.” you whispered, eyes on her own as you opened it to find just what you were looking for: a picture of Jesus.

You took it out and pushed the bible on top of the tea table before spreading the white powder on top of it, using the photo to spread it in thin and large lines. She was stunned, and Ellie was just too amused to stop you, finding it funny the fact that you were using something ‘holy’ to deal with something that was not.

“Amen.” you muttered before bowing down and pressing your nose to the bible, sniffing the whole line in a go. When you pulled back up and against the sofa, Abby saw the remains of the power on your nose. And even if she knew that she wouldn’t think it, she still found you unbelievably beautiful. “What is it pretty girl? Want to give it a try?” she quickly shook his head.

“No! I think that would be…, a sin.” that only made Ellie, the girls and you laugh. She looked so scared you almost felt bad.

“Come on, you’re not gonna tell me that you’ve never sinned, are you now?” she remained silent, making you frown. “Really?” Ellie chuckled beside you.

“Abby is a fucking saint. Never drank, never kissed… Never fucked.” Abby’s cheeks flushed red as she gave Ellie a death stare.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” your eyes were wide open. Well, as far as they’d go. You were starting to feel all fuzzy and tingly due to the coke and weed in your system. “A fucking virgin… And you are friends with Ellie Williams… Isn’t that funny?” the green eyed seemed hurt, mouth falling open. “With all respect, you are a whore.” her mouth only fell further open, what made you laugh. “You have at least rubbed one out, right?” once again she remained silent, eyes elsewhere and bottom lip in between her teeth. “Right?”

Ellie seemed interested too, as well as Dina and Lily.

“I can’t believe it.” you whispered when she didn’t correct you. Ellie was just as shocked.

“Oh my god…” Dina muttered.

In eighteen years. Not even a little rubbing?

“Jesus…” they all sighed at the same time, and Abby’s cheeks only reddened even more.

“Committing adultery is a sin, alright?” she groaned, too overwhelmed by the attention that was being poured on her. She felt like running away.

“You know what’s a real sin, Abby?” you said, making her stare at you. “Not having an orgasm ever. That’s a fucking sin.” she felt even the tips of her ears redden.

“I’ve—“

“Man, I know you and your father has always been super religious, but you don’t always have to follow some rules that were written centuries ago. If that makes you happy then that’s okay, but aren’t there a lot of things you’ve wanted to do that you couldn’t do due to that goddamn bible?” Ellie inquired, to what Abby nodded.

“I mean ye—“

“Then fuck it!” Dina said, snuggling closer her drunk girlfriend, who nodded in agreement. “Do whatever you want.”

“I can’t…”

“Oh yes you can, and you are gonna do it.” you smiled. “You can always ask for forgiveness, you know? Cry up a little bit at church tomorrow afternoon and say that some evil spirit got a hold on you or some shit like that. You wouldn’t be the first miscarried little sheep around here.” she stiffened when your hand fell on her knee, thumbs rubbing imaginary circles on her skin. She gulped, eyes on your pretty hand before you would lean in and grab her attention once again. “So…, what is it that you wanna do, pretty girl?” she was wicked. Under the spell of your gorgeous smile, reddened eyes and haunting face.

Your smile only grew more when her eyes fell to your red lips…

“Eyes up here, Abby.” you muttered, pointing to your eyes and making the rest of the group chuckle. Ellie sighed, knowing it was probably too late for Abby. You had that power of making people lose themselves into you. And Abby was absolutely lost.

“I… I don’t know…”

“Okay…” you hummed. “Why don’t we start off with something soft, hm?” you offered, and the brunette was the first to catch on, offering you a bottle of tequila that stood on the tea table along with a shot glass.

You poured just the perfect amount into it, grabbing another one for yourself along with limes and salt before leaving the bottle where it belonged.

“Okay. This is a shot of tequila. Of course, you could just give it a go dry, but I like to make it more interesting with this.” You pointed at the lime. She was the one who seemed interested now. “I’ll show you how to have one, then it’s your turn alright?” she nodded and you smiled as you poured a pinch of salt on the back of your palm. That twisting feeling in her stomach returned when your tongue slid through your palm and the the salt, all while keeping your eyes on her own. After that, the alcohol went down your throat as you bent your head slightly backwards, pouring after that the lime as your teeth sank in it. Your face scrunched up due to the sourness of it all, but still the people around you cheered for you as you slammed the shot glass on the coffee table in front of you, smiling. “Did you get it?” you inquired the blonde, whose eyes seemed eager on you, probably due to the rush of adrenaline that went through her veins at the thought of trying something new and exciting. “Then go ahead pretty girl.” you poured salt once again on the back of your palm, handing it to her with a smirk. Her cheeks grew red at your actions, but despite that, she took a deep breath and dove in. All of you seemed surprised by her decisiveness. Your breath hitched when you felt her warm tongue on your skin, licking it clean of the salt before pulling away, and without giving it much thought —since she knew that if she did she’d repent— poured the liquor in her mouth, almost gagging as the tequila hit her tongue, what made her nose scrunch. The turn on her stomach and the burning of her throat was a new feeling, maybe not the best, but it was something new. And that excited her. She knew that drinking was not something forbidden, she had just been too scared of her dad’s disappointment if she ever tried it, so she never did. “So?” everyone stared at her, expecting to know her thought about her first time dealing with alcohol.

Abby coughed, squinting a little bit as her hoarse voice broke the silence. “It burns.”

All of you bursted out in laughter, she could have said anything, and yet she went with the understatement of the century.

“Yeah, it usually does.” Ellie sighed, shaking her head. “That’s the fun of it. Trying to see how much of it you can handle before passing out.” Abby seemed confused as she frowned.

“That doesn’t sound very amusing.”

“Oh, that’s because you aren’t mixing it with anything else...” you smiled. “Actually, you could use a little bit of weed.” Ellie was quick to pull a little bag from her pockets with a bright smile. Once on your fingers and opened, you groaned at the strong and sour smell. “Fuck, I’d eat you out right now if there weren’t so many people here.” Ellie chuckled at your words, and Abby only blushed, taken back by your language. There was a burn in her stomach that pleaded her to make you let out more of those little sounds out of your mouth. And maybe she should be scared, of feeling all of this for a girl. But somehow she wasn’t. She just needed to learn more. Know more. Feel more.

“I don’t think that…” she started, but you only looked at her and she was a goner, the words dying in her throat. Her best friend seemed pretty entertained by the situation. Abby the saint Anderson was finally giving in to having some fun, and it was all because of you. She didn’t know if she should be happy about it or be absolutely jealous.

On the other hand, Abby was absolutely haunted, haunted by your fingers dealing with the drug, rolling up the blunt and your tongue sneaking in between your lips to lick it seal. She felt that tingling on her pussy, although she tried to soothe it off by going over the Genesis.

“Done.“ you smiled, and Dina handed you her lighter so you could light the blunt up.

Abby looked closely as your lips wrapped around the joint and how your cheeks hollowed as you took a hit. You let out a pleased sigh when the smoke filled your lungs. “Fuck.” you loved it. The high, the dizziness, the numbing of your limbs. “Williams, let me marry you. I’ll make a good wife, I promise.” she let out a laughter as she reached out for the blunt, which you obviously handed her.

“Sorry sweetheart, you know I love you, but you’d be too much for me to handle.” you fakely pouted when the blunt was back on your hands.

“Well, it wouldn’t have worked anyways.” you shrugged, taking another hit with a playful smile. “You are not my type...” Abby’s breath hitched when your eyes found hers. “What do you say pretty girl? Are you in?” you offered her the blunt, and after a little hesitation, her fingers stole it from yours. You noticed that she had beautiful hands, soft, with large and thick fingers that would surely look better pushing inside your…

“How should I…?” she seemed scared of it, holding it away from her as if it were a deadly weapon. And maybe it was.

“Right. A saint. Probably haven’t even smoked a cigarette.” you said, scooting closed to her ‘till your thigh was flushed against hers, fingers around her wrist to guide the joint to her lips. She felt her heart skip a beat when her eyes fell to your chest, which stood dangerously close to her own. “Okay. So you put it on your lips and then you suck, but don’t just leave the smoke in your mouth, it has to fill your lungs, so as you suck you need to inhale as deep as you can. If your throat burns, then that means you are doing it okay.” she was following your words and doing as you told her. “But don’t do it too hard or you’ll…” but maybe she was going too fast, since she started to choke on the smoke. “Choke.” you were quick to give her back pats.

“Are you okay?” Lily inquired her, handing her a cup of alcohol. Maybe it wasn’t the best option to go for, since alcohol and weed actually were a strong combination for a beginner, but it was the only thing around.

“Aw she’s fine…” Dina laughed. “You aren’t a beginner if you don’t choke on your first hit.”

“On god.” Ellie teasingly said, sending a kiss to the sky.

She shivered when your fingers dug in her hair, comforting her as her coughing ceased. “Are you okay, pretty girl?” she nodded, too lost on the feeling of your touch. “Wanna try again?” she looked at you as if you were crazy, what made you let out a laughter. “Don’t look at me like that, here, let me help you.” you urged her, taking the blunt from her hand and raising it to your lips to take a deep hit. Her breath hitched when the hand that stood in her hair pushed her near your face. Her eyes widened and her pulse spiked up when your breath hit her own, the weed and alcohol on it making her feel dizzy. Or maybe the fact that your lips were mere inches away from hers was. She really couldn’t know.

Neither of you noticed the way your friends were staring at the two of you.

The hand that held the joint went to her cheek, thumb pressing against her bottom lip as you pulled from it. “Open.” she was quick to do what you’ve asked her to. “Now breathe in for me, will you?” she nodded, and as you blew the smoke on her lips, she took it in. The burning was still there, in the back of her throat, but it wasn’t as overwhelming as it had been the first time. You pulled away with a satisfied smile on your lips, seeing her hold her breath as much as she could —like she had seen you do—. “Good girl.” she almost whined at you words, not understanding why they had had such a great impact on her. There was something in the way you’ve said it that made her shake in your hands. “Now, that wasn’t that bad, was it?” she shook her head, fighting the urge to lean on your touch, on the fingers that now massaged her scalp after a third hit from your lips.

“Woah, are we… Interrupting something here?” Dina was the first to break the silence, making Lily and Ellie laugh.

“The room suddenly feels too hot…” the auburn haired said, fanning her face and making your eyes practically send her daggers. “Just saying…” she rose her hands in surrender.

Abby was feeling her limbs tingle as the clock ticked, eyelids heavy and and mind fuzzy. You seemed to notice. “You okay, pretty girl?” she looked at you through half-lidded eyes, a smile tugging on her lips.

“Feels amazing.” she muttered, and all of you laughed at her reaction.

“Ellie, I think we’ve just created a monster.” you mocked her, but she just seemed happy to see her best friend so relaxed, and having fun.

She was about to answer you, but suddenly the girls that had asked her about having some crystal before peeked through the closed door. She understood what they had come looking for just by taking a look at them. She tapped the arms of the sofa before standing up, grabbing the attention of the group.

“Ladies, I need to go and make some business.” she announced with a smirk. “Do you mind if I leave Abby with you for a little bit?”

You opened your mouth to answer but before you could Lily and Dina were standing up.

“Yeah, we’re gonna— Lily needs to— Bathroom.” she simply said before she could grab the curly haired’s hand, her lips on her neck as they left the room, Ellie right behind.

It was then when you realized that only you and Abby were left behind. Alone. She seemed to realize too, since her body seemed to stiffen up

“Well, I guess we’re alone now, pretty girl.” you said, taking another hit of the blunt. You were probably overdoing it already, but you knew you could handle it. She nodded, trying not to show the way her hands were shaking. It was a really strange combination of feelings really: She was high. She was excited about her first party. She was nervous about being near someone as pretty as you… “What are you thinking about, hm? What’s going on inside that little head of yours?” Oh, and she was completely caught up in the way that your fingers kept brushing though her hair, in the way your eyes never left her.

“Nothing.” she sputtered out, what made you smile. You scooted a little bit closer, getting on your side so you could face her.

“Tell me, Abby…” you started. “What other things are there that you would like to do?” you bit your bottom lip, the fingers on her hair sliding down to her neck, where you connected the moles on her skin. Her eyes were on your red lips, on your chest, on your thighs… God, she felt impure.

“I… Uhm…” you decided to give her a little extra push, your chest almost brushing against hers as you leaned in, blowing the smoke on her face. She was taken aback, feeling the heat of your body against her making her pussy throb on her pants. She looked away from you, cheeks red and mind fuzzy, although her eyes found their way back to you when your palm pressed against her cheek, leading her back to you.

“Where are you looking at, hm? Eyes on me, Abby…” you muttered, your breath colliding with her own as you leaned in. “How pretty…” you muttered, thumb brushing against her bottom lip, pulling, getting a shaky breath as an answer. “Such a pretty face and yet no one has ever kissed you before? What a waste…” You weren’t stupid, you had noticed the way the blonde stared at you, expecting doe eyes, lingering blue shining above the red… “Such a pretty pretty girl.” she whined as your lips brushed against hers, teasing her, pulling her in to the sin she had learned to avoid. The sin she had made herself avoid.

“y/n…” she let out a short breath, hoarse voice only a whisper as she leaned in ever further, trying to pursue the plump of your lips and the electrifying feeling that shook her body anytime you were near.

“What is it, hm?” you smirked, and she whined when you pulled from her hair to keep her from getting any closer. “Want me to kiss you Abby?” you inquired. You liked the girl, you wanted the girl, and you were selfish about what you wanted, but you were no monster.

She nodded, tongue sneaking in between her lips to dampen them before they’d fall apart in a plead. “Please…”

You clicked your tongue, shaking your head and making her cry out. “Nuh-uh… You can do better than that, baby. Use your words. Let me hear you ask for it.” she whimpered, eyes on your red lips as her own cheeks flushed, probably due to embarrassment, or the alcohol that travelled through her veins, or the fact that she wanted it, you, so bad she felt like dying…

“Please, kiss me…” she whispered, almost inaudible under the music playing from the party. “Please…” and when her eyes met yours, when you saw that linger in the blue of them, the need… You were quick to pull her in, leaving the blunt aside as your lips met hers. God, you’d been wanting to do that since she had stepped in the room. Your core ached when she moaned in your mouth, her hands shaking at her sides as her eyes squeezed shut, what made you laugh as you pulled away, shaking your head. You quickly threw one of your legs over her lap, straddling her muscled thighs and making her eyes widen, muscles incredible stiff below you. “Come on, Abby, why don’t you relax on me a little?” you left a couple of wet kisses on her neck, making her sigh under your touch and letting your hands guide hers to your ass. “You can touch me, I don’t bite.” you amusedly said, teasing her before you would lean in once again to meet her lips, nor before a “Unless you want me to…” she was shaking when you kissed her again, breath hitching and a moan leaving her lips when you started to rock your hips against her. She was already wet. So wet… “Why don’t you open your mouth for me, hm?” you muttered against her mouth, your thumb pulling on her bottom lip. She did as you said, what made you smile. “Yeah, just like that, good girl…” she moaned when your tongue slid right inside her mouth, swirling around hers. Her fingers dug on your ass, making you hum into the kiss as you pulled on her hair. Her jaw fell slack as you ground a little bit harder against the crotch of her pants and against her aching cunt, which throbbed.

When you pulled away, her glasses had fogged up due to your wet kisses.

“y/n…” she whimpered as your lips trailed down her throat, harshly sucking hickeys on her skin and hands bucking you against her. She felt dizzy, high in a drug under your name, delirious even. This felt so good, you on top of her, dry humping her, kissing her… She never wanted it to stop.

“Shit… That’s it.” you said, getting off her lap —hearing a whine fall from her lips— and pulling from her hand so she could get up. “Let’s go.” you were fast to leave the stoner room and start to drag her upstairs, getting her in in the first empty room you could find and locking the door behind your back before you’d kiss her again. Seeing your lipstick all smeared on her lips made you want to devour her.

She opened her mouth for you, just like you had taught her, stumbling backwards in between groans as you led her towards the bed. She let out a surprised gasp when you pushed her on the chest, making her sit down. “What… What are you doing?” she inquired you as you kneeled in front of her, breathing strained and lips swollen. Her blonde hair was all messed up, as well as her clothes, and her pussy hurt so much under her pants she couldn’t help but wish you were back kissing her, rubbing against her and making it better. She was high, and needy, and the sight of you down on your knees with your hands brushing her thighs was absolutely not making the pain go away any time soon.

“Praying.” you smiled at her as you unbuckled her pants and pushed them down her thighs along with her underwear, your bottom lip in between your teeth.

“W-Wait!” she tried to stop you, overwhelmed by being so exposed in front of you, but all that embarrassment left her mind when you pushed her legs apart and left a little peck on her clit. Her pussy was pretty, blonde mound and pinkish dripping folds soaked for you. You smiled when she let out a load moan at the fat strip you made up her pussy, taking in all her slick, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. Your pussy was drenched, throbbing at her moans and whines.

“Such a pretty girl with a pretty pussy...” she whimpered when you licked clean her arousal off her slit. “Does that feel good, hm? Like my tongue?” she nodded, eyes squeezed shut when you gave it a long stripe from her hole to her clit before sucking it inside your mouth. You moaned against her, ‘cause she tasted so good… And you wanted to fuck your face on her pussy so bad that it had you thrusting your hips down on your heels to look for some relief.

“Oh, God… Ohgodohgodohgod…” you chuckled as you let her go with a pop, spitting on your hand before your fingers would circle her entrance, making her thighs clench and a moan leave her lips.

“No God here, baby, ‘s just me.” she whimpered when your mouth went back to her, slowly pushing one finger into her tight walls. Her fingers unconsciously laced on your hair, making you hum against her clit and her whine. She felt like chocking with her spit. She has never felt something like this. How could this feel so good? This was supposed to be a sin. She was supposed to be taken away by Satan to hell and burn for the eternity. And yet there she was, feeling like stepping in Heaven.

She seemed extremely sensitive on her clit, where you teased her with your tongue, making her moan and whimper as you curled your finger against her g spot. There was this pressure, this heat building up in her lower stomach that made her head feel all fuzzy and her limbs weak as you pushed your ring finger inside.

“y/n…” she whined, her pussy throbbing around your fingers and fully leaking. You could feel she was about to cum, and its speed and her poor stamina only made her cuter.

“Poor baby… Is it too much? Is my mouth too much for you, hm? Want me to stop?” you inquired her, entertained by her slack jaw and glossed over eyes. She was gone. Completely dumbified. You’d love to see how she’d react once she was thrusting against you, maybe fucking into you with a fake cock… You were dripping down your thighs at the thought of it.

She shook her head, the hand on your hair only tightening. “No! Please, don’t stop, please? Pleasepleaseplease…” she begged, moaning loudly when you went back to fucking her g spot. “Feels so good, so good, please…” she was a babbling mess, unable to think, desperate to reach something that she was stumbling towards, something new, something unknown…

You bit down on your bottom lip. “Are you gonna cum for me, baby? Gonna cum on my mouth? Gonna give me your first orgasm, hm?” her eyes rolled to the back of her head when she saw you stuck your tongue out, drool falling onto her pussy and clit and connecting it to your mouth through a string of spit. She was sure that you were a succubus, a devil in disguise that had come to haunt her and led her away from God. And honestly? She’d let you do it. ‘Cause just how beautiful you looked with her clit in your mouth, the sight of your glossed and red eyes staring up at her as you sucked her clean with all your red lipstick smeared all over her pussy and folds… Fuck. Simply… Fuck. She was so close to reaching that feverish feeling that had her shaking on her spot that she started to moan and whimper more loudly.

“Please, please, please…” she didn’t even know what she was begging for, her strained pleading making you start to lap at her faster, sucking on her clit harder. “Oh god, something’s gonna… I’m gonna…” she was a whimpering mess, eyes watering to the overwhelming sensation of her first orgasm, which was about to crumble her to pieces.

“Come on pretty girl, let go for me. Let me have it, hm? Let me taste you.” you said before kitten licking her clit, fucking her with your fingers. That’s all it took for her to fill your mouth up. Her orgasm hit her like a wave. So hard she was gasping for air, as if she were drowning under water. Her sight went completely white, mind blank and ears ringing as her body relaxed under your touch. When she came back from it, you were cleaning her up with your tongue, swallowing her warm cum and caressing her thighs in comfort. You hummed at the taste, sucking your fingers clean. “You okay, baby?” you inquired her as her eyes fluttered open, glossy and teary, pupils fully blown. She shivered when your lips latched to the skin of her hip bone, sucking hardly enough to leave a bruise, making her fingers lace harder in your hair.

“y/n…” she whimpered, feeling how your lips slowly trailed up her lower stomach, your hands getting rid of the buttons of her shirt as you sat back down on her lap. You were starting to believe it to be your favorite seat ever.

“Did that felt good baby?” you smirked, loving the fucked out look on her face and her dizzy nodding. “Look at you, so fucked out you can’t even speak. You liked cumming in my mouth, huh?” you teased her, making her moan as your hands sneaked up her unbuttoned shirt. “Want a taste?” you whispered on her ear, nibbling on her jaw and making her gasp, her pussy was already getting wet again. So eager… “Open up for me.” you whispered against her lips when she nodded. And she did. In a heartbeat.

Your tongue was quick to push inside her mouth, both of your moaning in the kiss as your hips rocked harder against her own. She was shaking when you pushed her hands from your waist to your breasts, she groaned when you squeezed hers to make a domino effect and urge her to touch you just how she wanted. “Tell me Abby, what is it that you want?” you inquired her as your breaths mixed, sucking on her bottom lip. Her eyes squeezed shut when you went back to sucking on her neck. “What do you want to do now?”

“I want… I want to make you feel good.” she breathed out, glossy brown eyes full of lust when staring into your own. She wanted to make you feel the way you had made her feel, better, if that could be possible…

You smiled at her words. “Oh yeah?” you bit your bottom lip brushing her messy hair backwards and playfully tugging on it, making her take a shaky breath as she nodded. “You wanna make me feel good, Abby?” her skin grew on goosebumps when you guided one of her hands down your body, ‘till her fingertips got lost underneath your dress and in between your legs. You moaned when her palm cupped your clothed cunt. She felt her heart skip a beat when you started to rock your hips against it. “Gonna let me teach you?” she nodded once again as you pushed your dress over your head, tongue coming out to lick her lips, eager to pull out of you more of those beautiful sounds. “Good girl…” you couldn’t know if she had moaned due to the amount of beautiful and flushed skin on display just for her or for your praise, but, at the moment, it truly didn’t matter, not when she stared at you like that.

She felt like fainting when she felt you, underneath the lace of your panties, her fingertips against your soaked cunt, so soaked you dripped on her fingers. “There.” you whined when you pushed her hand upwards, ‘till her fingertips bumped against that little bundle of nerves that could make you cum over and over again with just a little bit of stimulation. “Fuck, move your fingers around it, baby.” you instructed, moaning when she did, what only made her crave you more. “Yeah just like that.” you rocked your hips against her touch, pressing open mouthed kisses on her chest. “Now use your fingers. Inside.” you muttered on her neck when you pushed her hand down towards your hole. “Inside, please.”

Abby was lost. Lost in the new experience, in the new knowledge, but most of all, lost in the way your eyebrows knitted together when she first touched you under your underwear, or the way your mouth was falling open now that one of her fingers was fully inside of you, up to the knuckle. And Abby knew she was a goner when she found herself swearing. And she didn’t fucking swore. “Fuck.”

You were clamping around her finger when you pulled her in for a hungry kiss, teeth clashing and tongues swirling around each other as she started to pump in and out of you, making you moan and push on her touch. “Another one. Put in another one, please Abby.” you gasped out, and she followed, willing to do anything for you, anything as well as you kept moaning, and kissing her, and begging her for more, and… “Fuck, just like that…” you cried out.

Her pussy was throbbing like crazy, leaking in between her thighs as she took in just how… Heavenly you looked. On your black lace underwear, smeared red lipstick, messy hair, glossy eyes… You looked like an angel, no, like a god.

A god she would die to worship.

And she surely felt like cumming when her fingers slightly curved and hit that spot inside you that pulled out a whimper from your mouth. She wanted more. More of you falling apart. So she curved them once again, and again, and… But before she could know it, she found herself being pushed and laying on her back. “Wh—What?” she tried and ask. Had she done something wrong? If she had… But her voice died out when you were taking off your bra, and she felt like choking. They were perfect — it’s not like she had ever seen tits before, but if she had she would have thought the same—. They looked so soft… And your nipples, erect from lust… She just wanted to suck and bite on them.

She moaned when you rocked against her hips, the lace of your panties rubbing against her thigh. “y/n… Shit.” she could feel the dampness on the cloth, the heartbeat of your pussy against her.

“Too much, pretty girl?” you smirked, grabbing her wrists to lead her hands towards your breasts. Her big hands made you sigh when her fingers felt the plump of them, thumbs rolling your nipples…

“y/n…” she breathed out when you leaned in to kiss her neck and chest over her bra, marking her all up as she whimpered below you, loosing herself on the way your hips thrusted against her, your lips on her skin, your warm own in between her fingers… On the way your bare cunt felt against her skin once you’ve gotten rid of your panties, slick coating her skin as you slid against her. The two of you moaned before you could find yourself to hum in answer, eyes meeting her glossy and dazed ones. “More…” she whimpered, needing more, more of you. She noticed the hesitation in your eyes before her lips parted once again, “Please…” her hips thrusting upwards against your core, making you groan.

“So pretty begging…” you muttered before kissing her so deep and wet that she was left shivering.“You want to fuck me, hm? Want to fuck me, Abby?” you teased, pressing down against her and making her moan as she nodded. You moved in between her thighs sliding your fingers in between her lips.

“Yes, yes, yes… Pleasepleaseplease… Can I fuck you? Please, y/n, oh please. Let me fuck you, please…” tears swelled her eyes at the feeling of your pussy lining up with hers, mound barely touching, pressing down, teasing her with every false thrust of your hips. She needed to make you cum, needed you…

“How can I say no if you ask so nicely, hm?” you whispered against her lips before you’d push one of your thighs on her lap to push yourself against her, moaning at the feeling. It felt so painfully good you found yourself sinking your nails on her abs, moaning. “Shit, so wet…”

“Fuck.” she breathed out, eyes squeezing shut. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” you felt so warm, so wet… Her fingers dug on your hips to keep you still when your clits met. By the way she was throbbing against you and how her breath sounded strained, you knew she was trying her best to not cum. So you waited it out, both of you did. A moan left her lips when your started to slightly grind against her, you biting down on your lip as she whimpered. “y/n…”

You slowly rose ‘till only your lips touched before slamming your hips back down onto her heat, moaning when your clits met and hearing her groan. “You like that, pretty girl? Your virgin pussy seems to, dripping like crazy for me.” you teased her, chuckling slightly when she nodded —too pussy drunk already— before starting to fuck yourself against her like the two of you needed.

And as your pace quickened, the more moans, pants and whines left both your lips.

“Forgive me, Lord. Forgive me, Lord. Forgive me, Lord. Forgive me, Lord. Forgive me, Lord. Forgi—“ she was a babbling mess as she watched you thrust against her sopping cunt —incoherent, moaning and whimpering, words becoming lost—, the sound of your juices filling the room along with the slapping of sweaty skin. You chuckled at her messed up appearance and crooked glasses.

“He can’t listen to you now, baby. Your moans suffocate it.” you smirked when she let out a whimper as you fucked her harder, kissing her neck and biting down on the skin. It was all so overwhelming… Your velvet lips leaving red stains all over her body, the prettiest tits bouncing up and down with every thrust, your soft moans and sighs of pleasure against her ear, the way you ground your puffy clit on hers, the way your warm and soaked pussy slid against hers… It was too much, too much that the blonde could feel tears stinging her eyes, threatening to spill over her flushed cheeks.

It surely was too much, but at the same time not enough.

She whined when you pushed yourself up and away, flopping on your elbows in front of her under her confused gaze. You gave her a playful smile before parting your legs, letting your pulsing wet hole show only for her. Her dilated pupils latched onto it, not letting go as one of your hands came to it to spread your sticky lips. She felt her mouth water, gulping loudly. “Why don’t you come fuck me like you’ve been wanting since this afternoon, hm? Don’t need to be a good girl with me, Abby.” she was quick to sit up and crawl her way over to you, enchanted by your sweet voice as if some enchantment had fogged her mind. She was even quicker to discard her glasses aside, unable to see no longer through the glass.

You gasped for air when she pushed in between your legs, and before you knew it, he was pushing her pussy against you in a quick and harsh thrust, making you grip and sink your nails on her broad shoulder blades as she started to relentlessly fuck you.

Eyes rolling to the back of your head, you moaned on her ear. “That’s it, shit.” you cursed in between heavy breaths, hearing her grunt.

She was hard, fast and needy, now being you the mumbling mess as you tugged on her hair and her lips sucked on your tits, biting your nipples and bruising the skin of your neck and chest, hands grabbing anywhere and everywhere, kneading your soft skin as she moaned against it. “Fuck Abby, that’s it, baby…” your body was buried and shook on the sheets with every new thrust, sliding up and down the duvet. She was fucking the brains out of you.

You gasped for air when one of her hands gripped your neck, pinning you to the bed as her hips harshly clashed against yours. You smirked when she groaned at your wetness, the feeling of your cunt sliding against hers. “I knew you had it in you. Not that of a good girl anymore, huh?” she whined when your fingers tugged harder on her hair, hips staggering at the pleasure as her eyes squeezed shut. She was in a daze. “You like that pretty girl?” you teased, moaning when her grip around your neck tightened and she gave you a extremely harsh thrust that pressed just on the right spot, making your thighs shake and a needy and loud moan leave your lips, crying out for her to fuck you harder, to fuck you just like that.

You could feel the coil on your lower stomach, every new hit on your clit making you get closer and closer to that high and making your walls clench. “Shit, y/n…” her lips parted in a whimper, her hand leaving your neck to take a hold on your hips and seek more of those pretty moans of yours… She dragged you against her pussy with every push of her hips, pulling from you to reach your highs.

“Abby i’m close, fuck, i’m so close baby, gonna cum all over your pussy, shit.” you were choking on your words.

Your moans got muffled when she kissed you, her tongue pushing inside your mouth as her thrusts lost their rhythm, too close to cumming on your sopping cunt. “y/n, y/n, y/n…” she could feel yourself throbbing against her, your orgasm approaching right beside hers. She wouldn’t last, you knew that. “fuck, ah, y/n I’m gonna…, I’m—“

One of your hands came up to her face, your thumb pressing against her bottom lip as she rested her forehead against yours, her breath fanning over your face. “Cum on me, please Abby, please…” you breathed out, eager, begging, gone. Her eyebrows knitted together as her lips fell on a moan, pussy throbbing as she thrusted against you one, two, three more times before painting your folds in white, making you moan at the feeling. Droplets of her cum were falling on your thighs and the sheets every new thrust, whimpering due to the stimulation but still eager to make you come, to make you feel good.

“Oh shitshitshitshit…” you muttered, your hips following hers as you felt yourself seconds away from your own release.

“Cum for me, y/n, please? Please, y/n, please…” she begged, driving you over the edge and making you cum so hard you saw stars behind your closed eyes.

She groaned when she felt your cum mixing with her own, coating her pussy.

The two of you stayed still as you came down from your highs. You were sticky with cum and sweat, but you couldn’t bring yourself to push her away, and she didn’t seem to despise the idea of holding you for a little longer.

Now Abby understood. She finally understood how even a creature as perfect as Lucifer couldn’t had helped falling to the deep depths of hell. All it took was the perfect sin, the perfect poison.

And Abby was sure to had found hers in you.

[hazel2468]

You know, to get political for a second.

It hasn't escaped my notice that every time someone brings up the presidential election. There is ALWAYS an early 20-somethings queer person in the comments or replies going on and on about how Biden won't help Palestine, about how Biden is doing a genocide, about how "Israel this and that" and like...

You're all fucking idiots for falling for this. You are. Because those people saying that shit are either the morons we see protesting who can't answer which river and which sea they're screaming about or who don't know what Hamas' charter says, OR they're the same fucking bots who appeared all over tumblr back before the 2016 election to try and convince all of us, using the hot political topics at the time, not to vote Dem. Because they had a vested interest in us not voting Dem.

And just to speak on the whole Palestine thing here... Do you really thing. That Trump. The racist fascist who openly wants to be a dictator. Who is buddy-buddy with Netanyahu, the other racist fascist who wants to be a dictator. Is going to do anything other than give Bibi the fucking green light to do anything he wants? If you think that Trump is going to be better for your "Pro-Palestine" movement (which, btw, is in quotes because the vast majority of the idiots supporting it don't know jack shit about what's going on and don't actually care about the Palestinian people, seeing as they have a habit of cheering for the terrorist organization that uses them as human shields, steals their money and aid for their own devices, and they have a lovely habit of attacking actual Palestinian peace activists who call them on it and ignoring what they say they actually need so...) than Biden? You're out of your fucking mind.

Holy shit I am not going to sit here and watch people fall for the same BS they did back in 2016. Israel and Palestine is the hot-button topic right now. Every time you see someone talking about how Trump has promised to roll back all the protections that the Biden/Harris admin has put in place, every time you see someone pointing out that the Republicans LITERALLY have a plan to fucking turn our country into an Evangelical hellscape, there is some fucking numbnuts in the notes, probably with a pride flag in their bio, wailing about "Genocide Joe".

And you all need to ask yourself why the hell there are all of these nearly-identical blogs. All doing the exact same thing every time someone tries to point out that another Trump term would see people literally dead and our country fucking torn apart, possibly forever. Use your fucking brains.

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Rampaging Twintail ★ Arisa (Bibi Buttons) by T-TRACK@T__TRACK

[mariacallous]

you don't have to answer if you think it'll give you too much blowback but I think Biden's Israel strategy is that he thinks Bibi is likelier to listen to him if he gives US support than if he pulled the plug on support entirely, and he thinks Bibi would be even more unhinged if the US turned on him, so it's a harm reduction approach to diplomacy . There aren't any good options so he's taking the option that'll lose him the least votes domestically and what MIGHT result in Bibi being less awful. People can disagree with this strategy but it's frustrating to see the people who call him Genocide Joe not reading the news stories of the Biden administration putting immense pressure on the Israeli gov't behind the scenes. like idk maybe real diplomacy might work better in foreign policy than performative slogans and speeches ...

Unfortunately I think that’s exactly the calculation, and I do also think that it’s probably the best option available. Netanyahu and his government have made no secret of how extreme they are, and how little they care, both about people they disagree with/are opposed to and things like norms and morals. His government is also one that is prone to disproportionate reactions, both militarily and otherwise. All of that is to say that the options available and the outcomes are limited.

The US has also very poorly handled things in the Middle East (huge “no shit” moment there, I know, and obviously not just in the Middle East) historically and recently, and between the Trump administration left things in general and their specific actions re: Israel, the cards the US holds are very weak, and completely pulling support for Israel and doing the political and policy equivalents of chanting “from the river to the sea” a) makes Netanyahu and his government even more extreme and unresponsive and therefore they *really* can just go off and do what they want, since any restraining or moderating influence is completely gone, b) pushes them even closer to Russia and other powers who would welcome that kind of realignment and split, c) will cause Iran and its proxies (Hezbollah and Hamas) to be even more active and empowered and violent and d) is completely unhelpful for both Israeli and Palestinian civilians who would suffer more.

Because of how Biden has been handling things, we’ve gotten more aid in to Palestinians, more pressure to stop harming them, and more credit and support among the Israeli citizens, which puts even more pressure from above and below on Netanyahu, and it’s being done in a way that makes it difficult for Netanyahu and his government to try to use it or publicize it, plus it’s a steady pressure.

Is there more he could and should be doing? Absolutely. More aid and support going to Palestinians. Pushing even more on Egypt to open relief corridors. Less military aid being sent to Israel currently. But there’s no button or switch that can be used which just stops what’s happening.

[darl1ngpearl]

Rollerskates

Abby x clumsy!sensitive!reader

Warning !!: injury, small amount of blood, reader is mentioned being female, petnames such as Bibi, angel, girl, darling, baby

As a christmas present, Abby had brought you a pair of roller skates that you claimed you wanted more than ever. To say that she regretted it, was an understatement.

At least once a week you would have an accident that resulted from them bastard skates. It would end up with you being in tears, wailing to her over your bloody hands and knees.

She would recommend that you throw away the skates, to make a small dent in the accidents and injuries you receive. Of course, you always said no, no matter the injury.

Today was one of them days.

Abby was at work and you were alone in your shared home, feeling extremely bored.

You had spent the last couple hours moping around, whining to yourself about how you missed your beloved girlfriend so dearly.

Whilst sprawled across the bed, scrolling on TikTok, a video of someone rollerskating popped up on your for you page. After watching the video over and over in amazement, you decided to give your skates another try.

You quickly jumped up from bed, stripping from your pyjamas and changing into something more suitable, a hoodie and leggings. Then, you grabbed your skates from under the bed and made your way to your garden.

Abby and you had a big house, there was no denying that. Having a big house, also meant having a big garden. Therefore, it meant you had more than enough space for you to practice skating.

You slipped on your skates, before skating up and down the path. You took your time, not rushing into anything too big and not going to fast. You were just warming up.

After a solid 10 minutes of you taking it slow, you decided to speed it up. And again, although you sped up the pace, you didn’t rush into anything too big.

You enjoyed skating, it was a shame you were clumsy or else you would be excelling. Skating brought you joy, it felt nice when you were able to glide against the floor, or when the wind would blow against your face when you would skate at a fast pace, and you enjoyed the outside so it was an even bigger bonus.

Skating also sped up time, which meant less time waiting for Abby to finish work.

You felt ready to take it a step further and begin doing tricks. This was a mistake. You, who was still a beginner despite skating for almost a year now, tried to copy a trick you watched a professional do.

As soon as you lifted a foot from off the ground, you began to wobble side to side. Then, you lost your balance and went tumbling forward.

Tears welled in your eyes as soon as your body made contact with the floor. You had a scrape going up your arm from your wrist to your elbow, where you had broke your fall. It wept with blood, however it wasn’t as gruesome as it sounds. Your leggings were ripped at the knees and your knees were scraped also, however, they didn’t bleed.

You whimpered as you looked at the state of your arm, feeling it sting when the wind blew on it.

Abby came through the front door unbuttoning the first few buttons on her dress shirt.

She couldn’t wait to just spend the rest of her day with you, binging god knows what you would put on and eat a bunch of your favourite snacks.

Yet she frowned when she didn’t see you in the living room, and her frown only grew when she checked the bedroom and you weren’t there either.

She loosened her tie and threw it somewhere on the floor, before spotting the shoebox on the floor that you kept your skates in.

She groaned at the sight and made her way into the back garden in a rather panicked manner.

As soon as her eyes met your small, fragile and crying form sat on the floor, she rushed over to you. You looked up at her with eyes flooding with tears, ashamed at the state you got yourself in, again.

“I’m sorry bibi-“

“No no don’t be sorry angel it’s okay, let’s get you up yeah?”

You nod and she picked you up from the floor effortlessly. She kissed the top of your head before carrying you inside to the kitchen.

She lowered you onto the kitchen counter, before reaching above your head and grabbing the first aid box from the cabinet.

When she did so, you caught a whiff of her and god did she smell good, she smelt of her signature pine soap and the smell brought you immediate comfort, you just wanted to be wrapped up in her arms and never have to move again.

She kisses your head once again, before moving to the kitchen sink to wet a rag. Once done so, she made her way back to you and motioned for you to show her your arm.

You lifted your arm up for her to look at and she hisses quietly.

“Oh my poor girl, this one must sting huh?”

You nod your head and bite down on your bottom lip, trying not to cry again.

There was just something about her, you could never hold anything back when you were with her, but that is exactly what you wanted. It made you feel comfortable, and it made you feel safe knowing that you didn’t have to hold anything back and could just let it all out.

“Aww darling, bibi will make it all better yeah?”

She cleans your arm with the rag, making sure to be gentle and take it slow, knowing how sensitive you are.

The both of you were glad that she was the one taking care of you, and that you didn’t have to do it alone. You both knew that if you had to deal with it yourself you would be a mess. You would be sobbing and snotting, your cut would never get cleaned and you would be in such a state you wouldn’t even know where to start.

It takes a while to clean the scrape due to her being gentle, but she wouldn’t complain and neither would you. Once she puts down the rag, she applies antiseptic cream to the scrape, which caused you to wince at the stinging feeling.

“Almost done now baby, you’re so strong, my strong girl”

Once she finished with your arm, she got down on her knees and began to do the same for your knees. Whilst she was doing this, your hand made its way to her hair and you began to play with the loose strands that fell from her braid.

“Thank you for taking care of me bibi”

“Shhh, it’s my job”

You giggle at her and she stands up, patting your thigh.

“All done baby”

You threw your arms around her neck, pulling her into a warm hug. She wrapped her large arms around your waist and you buried your head into her chest, enjoying the warmth radiating from her.

“Maybe it’s time to throw away them skates?”

“No.”

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[maytaiii]

pacifier conversions #2

rhsims hevea rubber pacifier and dr. brown pacifiers converted for infants

Anna&Bibi bibs classic pacifier converted for inants

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[strwbrychffoncake]

"i need you,, 1.7k words synopsis: you miss your florist after being busied with the christmas season, and one night, you cant help but to take matters into your own hands. contains: nsfw! lads jeremiah x afab!reader (boobs are mentioned like twice?), minimal plot (this was written on full horny) ,suggestive -> nsfw but also some fluff ,kissing ,making out ,grinding ,m!receiving (fellatio) ,orgasm (jeremiah + implied reader) cum eating ,facial (kind of).. i think thats it??? note: yk the various bibi songs in her intros where she goes "i need you" ? yea ,thats the title inspo ,and that line alone is loose inspo for this whole piece actually LOL

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jeremiah thinks you're trying to kill him when you practically pounce on him, nearly knocking him over, almost as soon as he walks through the front door.

he's quick to regain his balance, catching you with ease, arms sliding under your thighs to keep you upright against him as your own arms slide around his neck. you give him no time to ask questions before you lean in to kiss him.

his eyes go wide as yours are shut tight, pale cheeks dimming into a dark shade of red (no longer solely from the chill that he'd just traversed outside), before reciprocating, meeting your plush, needy lips as you deepen the kiss.

when you can't stand the lack of oxygen any longer you break the connection, pulling back first, gazing at each other as you both pant, breaths mingling from the proximity. your pupils, he notes, are blown but before he can ask you whats wrong, you lean in to kiss down his jawline.

"h-hey-!"

jeremiah's voice comes out strained, still panting and at a loss for words, unable to keep his eyes off your ministrations. he readjusts you in his hold as you begin to kiss down his neck before he feels you sucking gently on the pale skin peeking through the collar of his white shirt.

"wh-what's- ah- this all about, l-love?"

you don't answer right away as you finish leaving mark after mark that's sure to bruise in no time, releasing the skin with a soft pop before leaning into his ear.

"i need you."

your voice is breathy, needy, and it sends a jolt through his entire body, blood rushing straight to his confined cock.

you kiss his cheek, grinding yourself against him to further drive your point.

and now he's sure of it: youre trying to kill him tonight.

his face burns, and he can feel his hard-on straining through his slacks with each one of your actions.

you lean back slightly, cupping his face in your hands and taking in his pretty features.

in this position, he has his first real clear view of you tonight: your half-lidded eyes with that look in them, pretty lips slightly parted, wet from your brief make out session, soft pants emitting from them, your body wrapped in a slightly oversized shirt— one of his, a plain white button up, several mostly open near the top granting a peek at your pretty tits just right, one sleeve slipping down your right shoulder— and a pair of his boxers (your favorite pair, ones that you often wear to tease him, surprising him every time you innocently waltz around in them, claiming its because theyre "so comfy").

he's not sure if he's ever seen anyone or anything so beautiful in his life, now or back in philos.

you blink at his almost-mesmerized expression, leaning forward to place another kiss to his lips.

one kiss turns to two, then three, then more, and you manage the word bedroom out between them to which jeremiah only nods, squeezing your thighs before leading you both there, exchanging kisses all the way.

-

jeremiah wonders what great deed he'd done in his long life to be rewarded with the gift that was you.

you, who wandered into the shop one day, observing the colorful flowers he had on display, admiring them while shooting question after question about their language.

"that one means 'rebirth.'"

"and this one?"

"longing or yearning."

"and what about this one..?"

"ah, that one is usually exchanged between lovers once they're reunited."

you nodded along at each explanation, trying so, so hard to keep your focus on his words rather than his eyes, round cheeks, pretty lips and his voice transporting you to a whole other world...

"miss?"

you snapped back to reality.

"huh?"

he laughs at your dumbfounded expression.

"i asked if you were looking for something in particular? i can help you get your exact message across, whatever it may be!"

you, who continued visiting the shop, slowly learning more about flowers and simultaneously more about him, the seed of curiosity growing as your relationship began to blossom more and more.

you, who waited for him, always understanding and always so loving when he returned from another long day of taking orders and tending to the flowers.

and you, who now sat prettily on your knees before him, completely focused as you unzipped his trousers in a haste, pushing them down along with his boxers to free what you were truly after.

since the first time you'd both been intimate, you always thought his cock was just so pretty.

you were in awe the first time, mesmerized by the shape, the natural curve, the thickness, the pretty flushed head and the precum that shined under the bedroom light.

now though, you were too needy, too eager having it right in front of you again, grabbing hold of the base (prompting a surprised yelp from the man above who could only stare down at you in response) before diving right in, kissing and suckling on the round head first.

in no time at all, your mouth continued working, free hand finding purchase on his thigh as you slowly stroked his length before licking a stripe on the underside from the base to the tip, looking up at him to gauge his reaction.

he twitched in your hold, heart thumping at the way you looked at him as you tasted him, enjoying yourself just as much as he was.

unable to wait any longer, your lips parted wider to welcome his head fully into your mouth before you began to take more and more of his length, pulling back before going in for more, slowly beginning bobbing motions as your eyes fluttered shut in satisfaction, savoring the taste of him on your tongue again after so long.

too long.

these days he'd been busier (christmas was fast-approaching after all, and even if the month seemed to have just begun, many places sought out the flower shop to secure special bouquets for decoration, gifting or otherwise, racing to place orders in advance to not worry about it later on) and even though you knew he didnt mean to, he was already overworking himself.

at the same time, you were growing needier for him the busier he got, and tonight, all of your patience seemed to snap as you waited, dressing in his shirt as you yearned for him, enveloping yourself in his scent and counting down the minutes for his return.

"a-ah, love-"

jeremiah's hands find purchase in your hair, tightening his hold the deeper you take him, closing his eyes as he feels every way your tongue laps and swirls, twitching at the light gags when the head hits the back of your throat.

"feels go-od, hah, so good for me..."

jeremiah's brain feels like mush the more you pleasure him, sinking into the feeling of your warm mouth, grounding himself with the feeling of your hair between his fingers as his hips buck involuntarily, mindless babbles and breathy moans increasing in volume.

despite how he may appear, you were surprised to learn he's quite vocal in bed, his pleasured sounds bouncing off the walls of the bedroom even now— your way of knowing that he's getting close.

even through your pleasured haze, feeling drunk on the taste of him, you notice. you work faster, wanting more than anything to get him to the peak and drink everything he gives to you, focusing your care back to the head while stroking his length in tandem, humming as you taste more and more from the flushed leaking tip.

almost gone to the bliss, he tries in vain to push your head off of him.

"im so cl-oh-se love, ah, st-o-p you dont have to— ah! hnngh-"

he doesnt get to finish his sentence, biting down on his lip as he feels the last bit of his restraint leave him.

your eyes shift up to take in his face lost in bliss: his eyes squeezed tight, cheeks and ears flushed, mouth open as pleasant sounds and pants escape from them...

"coming! co-ming"

the warm seed fills your mouth as you gratefully swallow as much as you can, some dribbling down the side of your lips before you slowly release him from your mouth, slowly stroking the length as more of it paints your chin and even your exposed chest.

jeremiah pants, catching his breath before opening his eyes to a sight that almost makes him immediately harden again.

you, still gripping his cock and offering small kitten licks to the head (almost leading him into the recesses of overstimulation), pretty face decorated with his arousal (a couple drops beginning to stain your (his) shirt), looking up to make eye contact with him before kissing the head of his cock.

he wonders how, even with how sinful you look with his cum dripping from your lips and his cock in your hold, you still manage to look angelic.

he lowers his right hand from your head to the side of your face, cupping your cheek in his palm, watching how you nuzzle into his touch before his other hand comes to wrap around the wrist of your other hand still gripping him, gently pulling it away.

he leans, kissing you deeply, lovingly. your eyes widen momentarily before fluttering shut and reciprocating.

the kiss is loving and slow (a sharp contrast to earlier), as if he's pouring every ounce of his devotion and gratitude into it, all for you. he's the first to pull away, almost looking at you with hearts in his eyes, forehead touching yours.

"you're too good for me," he smiles

"did you feel good?" you blink at him.

"is that a question?" he teases.

you laugh.

"it seems ive been neglecting you," he brushes his thumb over your cheek.

"you've been so busy, i missed you.."

his heart lurches.

"but i know it wasn't on purpose." you smile, hand coming up to cover the one holding your cheek. "i feel much better now."

its silent for a moment before he speaks up again.

"though..." he trails off.

suddenly, you feel yourself being lifted up before your body bounces slightly, quickly realizing its the soft mattress under you before jeremiah is hovering over you, offering a cheeky smile at your surprised expression.

"don't you think its your turn, now?"

you gasp as he grips your thighs, pulling them apart to reveal your (his) soaked boxers— something you were only acutely aware of, too caught up with trying to devour your florist.

his eyes glimmer as he looks into your eyes.

"let me take care of you properly."

-

a/n: *talks ab how my only experience w sex is reading smut in my last post* *proceeds to attempt nsfw in following post* in my defense.... jeremiah needs his dick sucked respectfully. i kept thinking ab this at work and tried my best to paint the vision. (this wasnt even in my prio lineup but ended up writing this anyway.. this was also not supposed to be this long ??? i surprised myself.. the power of horny....) > ive read thru/edited this sm im posting it to just get it out of my drafts but may have to edit it again.... my writing style was complimented on my xavier post but i wonder if this one still feels similar ? i thought not but im not so sure lol >> my goal is to release a fluffy zayne piece next and soon so please look forward to it :x

[wonik1ss]

౨ৎ Work Adversaries ! — minji kim

pairing — non idol!minji x reader song rec : my problem - jordi + passion fruit - nmixx ( 1.2k ) warnings ! none ᯤ ^ ㅇ ^ happy reading ! ⸝⸝・ᘏᘏ

synopsis : on a fateful Wednesday afternoon 2 people cut ties with you. but with cupid on your side you have 2 different paths to take to hopefully get back together with these 2 people by Valentine’s Day end! val event !

You nodded to Yeji as you went down to the cafe to get the groups lunch. You but you lip as you stared at the menu. Tiramisu? Or a Cinnabon?.

“Gosh Y/n you such a sugar-holic!”. As your head whipped around to see who the voice belonged you smiled.

“It’s not for me! Not my fault Yuna has such a sweet tooth”. The older girl giggled as she linked your arm with hers.

“So-“

“Are you gonna order or what”. Your face became red as the annoyed worker tapped the cash register. You ordered and then sat down with Minji.

“Should you really be running these errands for people?”

“First ‘people’ is Yeji and I owe her”. Minji’s eyebrows furrowed as she tilted her head.

“She took my shift when I was sick a few weeks ago..!”. Minji’s eyes widened, as she grabbed your hands.

“Are you ok now? Do you need an-“

“I’m fine Minji.. why are you so worried?”. Minji blinked twice and then let go of your hands.

“Nothing.. I just could have.. nursed you to health if you told me?”

“I had a common cold..”. You smiled as the girl rolled her eyes.

“You know what I mean”. You giggled, and your head whipped up as your name was called. After you got your’s Minji got hers and you both got into the elevator together. Now was your time to shine.

“So anything.. sad mad or bad going on?”. As you swayed back and forth Minji’s eyebrow tilted upwards.

“No.. what’s with the quoting bibi songs?”

“Nothing.. just looking out for a friend..”. Minji nodded as you faced the elevator’s doors again. You were about to break the silence when the elevator jerked up and then down and stopped. You were about to fall face flat, when Minji grabbed your waist with her unoccupied arm.

“You ok”. You nodded as the girl, hand still on your waist pressed the emergency button. Maybe that weirdly fashionable girl was right..

As Minji talked to the operator you couldn’t help but stare at her face. She was biting her check and trying to stay as calm as possible. But it wasn’t really working. As the operator told you someone would be there in a minute and hung up you giggled.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing.. just never thought this would happen in the building again..”

“Again?”. With that you and Minji ended up in the floor together. Food in one corner and Minji’s hand wrapped around your waist while she sat next to you. As you blabbed on Minji held onto every word you spoke. As the you checked and saw thirty minutes had passed you cursed. your stomach rumbled and you sighed. You didn’t buy yourself any food because of your mission..

“What’s wrong?”

“Oh.. I’m just hungry and didn’t get any food cause.. you kinda distracted me”. Minji’s face dropped a little.

“I’m so sorry..!”

“It’s fine! Really!”. She looked so cute worried.

“Let’s share mine”. You didn’t get any time to object seeing Minji opened her lunch. As you shared stories you some how ended up on the girls lap.

“Ow..!”

“Having bushy eyebrows are fine and all but there a little messy”. After a lot of talking Minji let you give her a ‘elevator make over. It had been and hour and two and you had tweezers soooo..

“Ow..!”. You laughed and kissed Minji’s eyebrow.

“Don’t be such a baby”. Minji froze and stared down at her hands. You giggled as you started to play with her hands in your lap. As your finished your eye slowly went down to her’s. Which were on your lips. Your lips slowly opened and shock. Minji took that as an opening. The girl put her soft hands on your face and leaned in.

Still surprised you left hands stiff around her neck. Minji tilted her head and started to kiss you. First it was soft kiss, that lead to a soft make out session and her tongue in your mouth. Finally out of air the girl stopped kissing you. As you started blinking rapidly a strand up Minji’s hair fell infront of her face. As you went to tuck it back in the girl went to kiss you again.

“Don’t worry girls were coming”. You jumped of the girls lap as you heard the voice. A few minutes later fire men helped you out of elevator and Yeji hugged you.

“I’m so sorry I should have gone with you”. As you tried to calm down the girl, Minji stared. Not longingly like you would think. Her eyes were like siren’s and her arms were crossed. Minji Kim.. Minji Kim as jealous..?

Come to think of it you hanged out with Yeji a lot. You had like five people who weren’t assholes and Yeji was one of them. She always lightly flirted with you and always gave you a little ‘fighting!’ anytime she saw you. Come to think of it in the corner of your eyesight you always saw Minji pouting anytime Yeji was around.

You smiled your head at your new revelation as Yeji cupped your cheeks. You told her everything was fine once again and then bowed to her. Turning around to see Minji nowhere in sight. Shit.

As you opened your door your froze. The fuck was on your old ass couch. As the women turned around she smiled.

“Finally! Tell me the tea”. The girl put a finger up and then zapped your table and two cups of tea and a kettle appeared. Let’s hope you weren’t gon have to get used to this angel and her drop by’s.

“She’s jealous”. Wonyoung gasped as you locked your door and sat next to her.

“Of who? Your literally a loner at work”. The puzzled look on your face made Wonyoung laugh.

“Don’t worry.. just did a little recon on you.. by the way how is that plant alive? You haven’t feed it in..12.. no.. 56 days..”. You rolled your eyes as Wonyoung sipped her tea.

“Do you want me to fall in love or tell you my secret behind the plants wellness?”. Wonyoung thought about it and then smiled.

“Both!”

“Are you serious?!”

“That plant should not be alive right now!”. You sighed.

“So my plan is to.. invite Minji on a date..”

“To what a park girl your poor”. You would have said anything if said rude girl wasn’t sitting on your couch pink suit, pink glasses and pink Chanel purse. Did they even sell those?

“Yeji has a girlfriend.. Ryujin and we’re gonna ‘run into them’ then she’ll be mad like drag her out and we can talk about it and go on a not weirdly planned date!”. As you smiled Wonyoung nodded.

“First we gotta find you some better clothes.. who the hell has twenty cat sweaters?”

“Can’t I call like.. Aphrodite on you or something?”. Wonyoung laughed clutched her purse and put her cup of tea down.

“Babe many have tired..”. As motioned you to get closer.

“None have succeeded”. Wonyoung flicked your head and then stood up starting to walk to your room.

“Lucky I was nominated as the best stylist!”

“Where? And what idiot would do that”. As you heard a door open and close, a cat appeared in you lap. Then five more. Fuck this bitch.

“Have fun with that rash!”. Boy was this girl getting on your last nerve. You just hopped you could keep one before your ‘date’ with Minji.

[sjsmith56]

Worthy - A Private Man, Chapter 28

Summary: Ten years have passed and Bucky is leading an Avengers mission. An emergency message sends him home to face something he has always feared but accepted as inevitable.

Length: 7.2 K

Characters: Bucky, Tracey, Rebecca and the rest of the family, found and made.

Warnings: Grief of the deepest kind, deathbed scene.

Author’s notes: Final chapter. This was always a story about family and it ends with the understanding that love is what binds a family together, even in the saddest of times. Bibi: grandmother in Swahili, a common language in Sudan. Fields of Gold, words and music by Gordon Matthew Sumner, 1993. Divider by vecteezy.com

<<Chapter 27

June 2035

With hand signals to the squad behind him Bucky got his team in position in a dark shadowy area of the compound, held by rebel soldiers of the army of a Central American republic.  The rebels, aligned with the former dictator who lost in a democratic election had taken hostages from the various embassies whose ambassadors had arrived to support the swearing in of the new government.  Bucky pressed a button on his comms piece. 

"Alpha team in place," he said in barely more than a whisper.  "Other teams report."

"Bravo in place," said John Walker, code name U.S. Agent.

"Charlie in position," said Yelena Belova, code name Black Widow.

"Both eyes are in the sky," said Captain America for himself and Falcon.  "Hostages are all in the central hall.  Read a dozen guards with them.  A dozen scattered throughout the main floor, more on the second floor.  Secondary barracks one mile away, complement unknown."

"Roger that," replied Bucky.  "Stealth mode for initial infiltration.  Shang Chi and White Wolf for initial entry, followed by U.S. Agent, Ant Man, Black Widow and Red Guardian.  Support teams to follow on my mark, with setup for possible second wave from those barracks.  Spider-Man, Wasp, Hawkeye, and Black Panther take second floor, then join the fun on the first when all combatants are neutralized.  Confirm."  He received the confirmation from everyone.  "On my mark, execute.  Mark."

Bucky and Shaun approached the outside sentries near their location taking them down silently then entered the building, both of them so stealthy in their approach that the remaining guards near them didn't have a chance to react.  The other four did the same, entering the building from their vantage points.  Bucky gave the signal for the second-floor teams to enter, then their armed support teams followed, some of them setting up outside to counter any resistance approaching them while the others disarmed and bound the enemy, dragging the unconscious figures to a location out of their way.  Finally, the Avengers were in position just outside the central hall, having disarmed everyone except the guards inside with the hostages. 

"Someone must have tripped a silent alarm," reported Sam, from above in the night sky.  "The barracks has suddenly gone active.  You have five minutes, maximum."

"Roger," replied Bucky.  "Support teams all to the outside for defence of our position.  Extreme force authorized if necessary."

Receiving confirmation from the squad sergeants he returned his attention to the central hall, trying to work out the best way to disable the guards with minimal danger to the hostages.  The way the hostages were scattered in various seating arrangements would make it difficult unless they could signal them to all drop to the floor at the same time.

"Hope, Scott?" he said.  "Time to shrink.  Go to each hostage and tell them to hit the floor when they see the red flare.  Sam?  You have enough red flares to make it visible inside the central hall?"

"Damn right we do," he replied.  "Just give me the signal when everyone has been alerted.  We'll set off the flares then provide covering fire from above at the incoming reinforcements."

"Already on it, Buck," said Scott.  "Give us a minute.  We'll stay on the floor with them, if that's okay with you.  We can take out a guard or two when they're distracted by the flare."

"Everyone else, pick a target, disable them then get outside to take on the second wave," ordered Bucky, waiting on Scott's confirmation that the hostages were ready.

"We're ready," said Scott a few moments later.

"Sam, Joaquin, send up the flares."

As the inside of the central hall glowed red all the hostages hit the ground as the guards raised their firearms, looking up through the skylights of the tall atrium.  As Scott and Hope resized to normal the rest of the Avengers swarmed the guards disabling them.  There were the sounds of gunfire outside as the support teams began taking fire and returning it.  Scott and Hope stayed to bind the guards and keep the hostages together, while everyone else took off out of the various exits to take on the incoming troops from the barracks.  After a short firefight and some one-on-one battles, they finally subdued the final rebel reinforcements.  They had no casualties although three members of the support squad had been hit by gunfire and were receiving treatment from a medic.  Bucky walked through the support teams, talking quietly with them, thanking them for their help, staying a little longer with the injured ones, who all made light of their injuries.  Only then did he get on his comms to the command base in New York.

"White Wolf to base," he said, his voice audible to all team members.

"Go ahead White Wolf," said Maria's voice.

"Objective achieved," he said.  "All hostages safe.  Request immediate evacuation.  Advise local military they will need several trucks to transport captured rebels.  They have some casualties, but I don't have that number yet.  We have three injured, none serious."

There was a pause then Rhodes voice came on, just for Bucky's ears.  "I'm sending a request for a portal," he said.  "Buck, it's Rebecca."

"What's happened?" asked Bucky, switching to privacy mode on his end.

"She's had a stroke," replied Rhodes.  "She's comfortable but the doctors said she won't survive.  Come back to base, get cleaned up and we'll give you a portal to the hospital.  The others can handle the debrief on your behalf.  Tracey is with her, and Janice is already on her way there."

A numb feeling filled Bucky's body that must have shown on his face because Sam suddenly landed beside him, his face concerned as he faced his friend.

"It's Rebecca," said Bucky, running a hand through his hair.  "I have to go.  You do the debriefing."

"Of course," said Sam.  "We'll be there as soon as we can.  She'll hold on for you Buck.  I know it."

Mindlessly Bucky nodded then walked into the portal that suddenly appeared, exiting into the armoury section of the Avengers compound where the weapons master took his weapons from him.  Outside the armoury door Rhodes waited then fell into step beside Bucky, telling him that the nursing home had done their usual 11 pm check on Rebecca.  When they did the next visual check at midnight she was on the floor beside the bed and transported to hospital immediately.  An MRI confirmed it was a massive stroke.  Bucky never said a word as Rhodes escorted him to his quarters, then waited outside the door as Bucky stripped down, showered and redressed in less than 5 minutes.  When Bucky came out Rhodes stayed with him as they arrived at an open space where he signalled Wong to open a portal to the hospital.  Just before Bucky walked into it, he turned to Rhodes.

"Thank you," he said, sincerely.  "For everything."

His mouth set in a grim line Rhodes nodded and watched as the man he regarded as the best soldier in the world went through to face a grief they had known would come someday.  Didn't make it any easier to handle.  For a moment, Rhodes twisted the wedding band on his ring finger.  When he asked Janice to marry him eight years before, Rebecca had decided it was time she move to a retirement home.  Bucky tried to convince her to move into their home, but she demurred, saying he, Tracey and the kids needed to have their own space.  Even though they visited her often and had her stay with them over the holidays it never seemed to be enough time with his sister for Bucky.  With a sigh, Rhodes returned to the command centre where Maria gave him a questioning look.  He just shook his head.

As Bucky stepped out of the portal in front of the hospital he stopped for a moment and looked up at the imposing building.  He didn't trust most medical facilities, with the exception of the birthing centres that welcomed new life.  To him, most hospitals were places of pain and death, a remnant of his HYDRA trauma.  With a deep breath he stepped inside, registering with the night security station, steeling himself to spend whatever time Rebecca had left with her.  He texted Tracey, receiving an answer immediately with Rebecca's room number and went up the elevator, ignoring the looks he was given as the few people around in the pre-dawn hours recognized him.  No one spoke to the well-known super soldier, probably because his face was too grim, although one person in a wheelchair caught his eye and smiled, receiving a slight smile back from him.  Then he reached the floor where Rebecca was and found Tracey waiting for him.  Immediately, he enclosed her in his arms, pressing his face into her neck for some time before pulling away and searching her face.

"How is she?" he asked. 

"Waiting for you," she said.  "I think she knows.  She calls out for Harvey every once in a while and your parents."

He nodded.  "The kids?"

"My sister Lena came over.  She said she would stay the night."

Looking up at the ceiling then taking a deep but ragged breath Bucky nodded, and they began the walk to Rebecca's room.  It was quiet in there, except for the sound of an infusion pump, and the soft beeping of the pulse oximeter that measured Rebecca's heart rate, O2 levels, and respiration rate.  She lay on her back with her eyes open but distant.  Her skin looked so fragile and pale against the hospital bedding, that he wondered for a moment if her heart was actually pumping blood through her body.  Then his sister said his name, in barely a whisper and Bucky stepped forward, taking her hand in his and hovering over her.

"Hey sweetheart," he said softly, before kissing Rebecca on the forehead.  "I'm here."

"Sorry," she mumbled, one side of her mouth not working.  "Mmm sick."

"I know, don't be sorry," said Bucky, feeling his emotions beginning to bubble up inside him.  "You just take it easy.  Let them get you better."

"No ... s'time," replied Rebecca.  "Waiting ...."

She closed her eyes and for a moment Bucky thought she was gone then she opened her eyes again.  "Luv you."

"I love you, too, sweetheart," he said.  Then he took a shaky breath and began to recite from Love You Forever, by Robert Munsch.  He knew it by heart after reading it to her, then to his own children. "I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always, as long as I'm living, my baby you'll be."

Her eyes watched him as he said the words, with a single tear dropping from the corner of one of them, then she smiled, closed her eyes and took two more breaths before letting go.  As her heart rate drastically slowed down Bucky began to cry and laid his head on her chest, desperate to hear her last heartbeats for himself.  Tracey put her hand on his back and rubbed it, crying herself.  Janice arrived at that moment, her face falling as she saw the heartbreaking scene in front of her.  A nurse entered, saw what was happening and stepped past Janice, turning off the machines, looking up at the time, then stepping out and closing the door behind her. 

Bucky's sobs were the loudest sound in the room as he gave in to his grief at losing the last person with a connection to his original life.  After some time, his crying slowed down and he raised himself up, reaching out for Tracey and holding her desperately.  He then noticed Janice was there and held out his arms for her, standing as she reached him, hugging her and Tracey together.  Reaching into his pocket he found a handkerchief, offering it to the two women, who declined it in favour of tissues.  He wiped his eyes, while trying to take some cleansing breaths, before speaking.

"She was waiting for me to let her go," he said.  "What do we do now?"

"We can stay here as long as we need to," said Tracey.  "When you're ready to leave we can call the funeral home and they'll pick her up.  She already arranged everything."

"Yeah, she told me," he said.  "She wants to be buried with Harvey."  He took another shaky breath.  "You'll both help me through this?"

Tracey put her hand on his cheek.  "Yes, my love, you won't have to do this alone," she replied.  "Mom and I will be here for you."

"So will Rhodey," said Janice, warmly.  "He'll be coming as soon as the debrief is done, so will Sam and Maria.  We'll all be here for you."

"Thank you," he said quietly, then his face crumpled again as he began to cry once more.

Tracey led him to the armchair and sat on his lap, enclosing him in her arms.  Janice pulled her phone out and texted Rhodey that Rebecca passed away in Bucky's arms.  When his reply asked how Bucky was taking it, she responded with one word.  Heartbroken. 

After spending the rest of the night at the hospital before finally allowing himself to leave Bucky and Tracey went to their house to break the news to their four children, Sam, Steve, Rebecca and Raina.  Rhodes and Janice followed in her car.  The oldest two children, Sam, almost 10 and Steve, 8 years old, understood right away that Rebecca died, and began to cry for their Nana.  Rebecca, 6, and Raina, almost 4, had a harder time understanding what happened, so Bucky sat in an armchair with them on his lap, breathing deeply to explain death to his daughters.

"Do you remember Alley Cat?" he asked.  "When he got sick, and we took him to an animal doctor, but we didn't bring him home?"

"Mommy said he was on the Rainbow Bridge," said Rebecca, "and would stay there waiting for us to be with him someday.  Is that where Nana is?"

"Yeah, part of Nana is at the Rainbow Bridge, with Alley Cat," he said patiently.  "Her spirit is there but her body was left behind, so we're going to bury Nana in the ground with her husband Harvey.  His spirit has been waiting at the Rainbow Bridge for Nana for a long time, so have my parents.  They'll all be there waiting for us, when it's our turn to go there."

"I want to go now!" exclaimed Raina.  "I want to see Nana."

"No, sweetheart, it's not your turn yet," replied Bucky, kindly.  "Until it's your turn you'll have to remember Nana in your dreams and your memories."

"When?" asked Raina.

"I don't know," he answered.  "Everybody's time is different."

"Did you cry?" asked Rebecca.

"Yes, I cried very much," said Bucky.  "I still feel like crying because I loved Nana very much."

"But she wasn't your mom," said Rebecca.  "You never called her Mom."

Bucky looked at Tracey.  It was something they had discussed about how to tell the kids about him being older than Nana.  They decided to leave it until one of the kids brought it up.  Tracey looked at him sympathetically as the timing of this wasn't the best.

"Nana was actually my baby sister," said Bucky.  "I'm a lot older than I look because I was kept a prisoner by some bad people.  They made me sleep a lot and it meant my body slowed down and didn't get old.  Nana wasn't a prisoner, so she got older like everyone else."

Sam and Steve were in front of Bucky looking seriously at him.  "Who were you a prisoner of?" asked Steve.

"Some very bad people," said Bucky.  "I don't want to say who because I still feel bad about it.  They did things to me and turned me into a bad person for a long time."

"One of the kids at school said you were the Winter Soldier," said Sam.  "I looked it up on the internet.  That was you?"

"That was me," said Bucky, feeling dread at having to explain what he used to be to his son.  "I didn't want to be him.  I was never given a choice.  They changed me and made me obey their orders.  Steve Rogers, who your brother is named after was my best friend then, and he helped me get away from them.  He took me to Wakanda, and they gave me this arm, which is different than the one the Winter Soldier had.  The Wakandans made it so that I would never be the Winter Soldier again and I became an Avenger instead, to do good things in the world instead of bad things."

"So, you're a hero now," said Sam.  "Like Uncle Sam, and Uncle Joaquin, and the other Avengers."

"That's what they tell me," answered Bucky.  "What do you think I am?"

"My dad," he replied immediately.  "You're my dad.  You're nice to us, nice to everyone.  You're not a bad guy anymore and I told that kid that you weren't.  I said you're a good guy and a hero."  He started to cry.  "You're my hero."

Bucky reached past his daughters and pulled Sam into his arms, trying to hold all three, then Steve as well, when he stuck his head into the mix.  Lena, Tracey's sister was trying not to cry but gave up and Tracey had to comfort her. 

"Sorry, it's a beautiful moment," said Lena, wiping her eyes.

The kids pulled away then Steve looked up at his dad, puzzled.  "Why did we call her Nana?"

"She wanted that," said Bucky, smiling.  "She never had any kids of her own and when Sam was born the first thing she told him was that she was Nana.  It made her happy."

"She was a good nana," said Sam.  "I loved her."

"She loved all of you so much," said Bucky, "as much as me, your mom and Grandma love you.  Always remember that."

Once more he drew his children in close, kissing them all on the forehead and telling them each individually that he loved them.  They went to Tracey, receiving the same affirmations from her.  As Lena made breakfast for the couple, Sam and Maria arrived, with their two children.  As much as Bucky and Sam jokingly pretended they didn't like each other it was obvious about the bond between them as Sam held his partner, crying himself for the elderly woman who became his friend. 

"She was an incredible woman," he said to Bucky, once he wiped his tears away.  "I loved her as much as I loved my own sister."

"She loved you too, Sam," replied Bucky, his stoic façade completely shattered.  "I know she left something for you in her will, but you'll find out soon enough.  We all will."

"She always was good at playing her cards close to her chest," grinned Sam. 

"Bucky, how can we help?" asked Maria, kindly.

He looked to his wife, at her kind smile, feeling an upwelling of love for her, knowing he wouldn't have been able to get through the night without her soft presence.

"Tracey and I have to go to the funeral home," he said.  "Even though Rebecca pre-arranged everything they want to go over it with us so we can see what she chose.  If you two, Janice and Rhodey could hold the fort here, watch the kids, and deal with anyone who stops by we would appreciate it."

"Sure, it's the least we can do," smiled the dark-haired assistant director of their organization.  "When you get back, if you two want to catch up with your sleep we'll still be here."

"We'll call the centre and a few others on our way to the funeral home," said Bucky.  "They'll be devastated.  If Amina, Samira, or Kalyna come over tell them to wait for us to return.  I want to talk to them personally."

With that Tracey and Bucky headed to the funeral home, going over the detailed plans for Rebecca's funeral.  Like they expected there were a few surprises in her plans, but the director said he would make the arrangements and make sure it was all set up and coordinated with the right people.  A smile crossed Bucky's face when he saw the list of pallbearers that Rebecca chose.  Some of those people were going to be so surprised when he asked them.  They also stopped at Matt Murdock's office.  As the lawyer for Rebecca's estate, they wanted to tell him in person of her passing.  The big man hugged both of them for a long time, as Foggy waited his turn.

"Your sister will be very missed," said Matt.  "She was one of a kind and one of the kindest people I ever met."

"We'll inform those people who have been named in her will to meet before the funeral," said Foggy.

"She asked that you both be pallbearers," said Bucky.  "She trusted you both while she was alive.  Now she wants your help to finish her journey."

"It would be our honour," said Matt, looking directly at Bucky's face. 

On their return home Joaquin and his wife were there and Bucky informed him and Rhodes that Rebecca wanted them to be her pallbearers.  Sam's head jerked up at that moment, wondering why he wasn't named. 

"She wanted you to give the eulogy, Sam," replied Bucky.  "You're the one to tell her story."

"Surprising me still," said his friend, grinning.  "I'll do a good job."

"You always do," smiled the super soldier.  "Rhodey, do you still have the former President's phone number?"

"Yeah, we play golf once in a while," replied the Avengers director, then he grinned as he put two and two together.  "You're serious ... she wants him?"

"Yup," grinned Bucky back.  "The funeral director said the Secret Service can coordinate with him on President Burton's participation.  It's going to be a large venue as well, but I don't want to say anything until the final pallbearer gets here."

As they all relaxed in the family room with coffees to stave off the fatigue of the previous night, Bucky looked out the window at the Barnes and Wilson kids playing on the climbing set, a different one from the one bought when young Sam was a baby as it unfortunately didn't hold up to the rough play of two super soldier boys.   He began thinking about how much his life had changed from when he first moved in with Rebecca.  Originally it had been a familial obligation that he felt was his duty; the older brother obligated to look after his younger sister as amends for not returning from the war, not being there to help his parents transition into old age, or to stand up for his sister when she married. 

Very soon after he moved in, they had words, and not very nice ones either.  Both of them were angry at the years stolen from them, the birthdays, the anniversaries, any number of important family occasions that never happened because Bucky was kept a prisoner by HYDRA.  That was the only time she asked him about being the Winter Soldier, how he mustn't have tried very hard to escape, considering all of his strength and abilities. 

"We needed you," she cried.  "I had to deal with Dad's dementia and Ma's failing health by myself.  Harvey wasn't well and it was too much.  I hated you, hated that you weren't there.  You were dead and then when I found out you weren't it was like a slap in the face.  Why didn't you try harder to get away from those people?"

He almost walked out then, almost turned his back on his sister, but as he got to the door he dropped his head and came back to her, kneeling on the floor in front of her, taking her hands in his.

"I tried many times to leave," he said earnestly.  "Without even knowing who I really was, I knew I didn't belong to them.  They constantly wiped my memories and told me everyone who had been friends or family had abandoned me, given up searching for me because I didn't matter.  Then they told me I did matter to them.  To someone with no tether to the past, just brief fragments of faces ...."  He caressed her face then.  "Your face, Ma's and Dad's, the memories were still there but they had nothing linking them together that said I belonged to them.  Even when I did remember a name, or my own name, if they got a whiff of that they did unspeakable things to me.  I was beaten, burned, cut open, injected with all sorts of toxins to study how the serum neutralized them.  It was constant, Rebecca.  They'd wipe me, bring out the soldier and order me to take my punishment for the smallest infraction.  To disobey meant even worse punishment.  There are still memories of water boarding, of being hung up by my arms bound behind me while they shocked me, of being ... raped." 

He broke down crying then and Rebecca bent over him, gathering him as close as she could to herself.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she repeated over and over again, as they both cried in complete and utter despair.

After that it was better, as they each made an effort to be kinder to each other.  Rebecca became his anchor to his humanity, reminding him of the times when he was a good son and brother, and when she had her first stroke his decision to become her primary caregiver wasn't done out of obligation, it was done out of love, of wanting to make sure that whatever time they had left would have meaning for both of them. 

"You're crying," said Tracey's voice, softly, at that moment and Bucky turned his head to his wife's beautiful face.  "You're remembering her, aren't you?"

He put his arm around her and kissed her temple.  "Yeah," he murmured.  "Just remembering when I first moved in with Rebecca.  It was tough at first.  We had been apart for so long and there was a lot of unresolved anger between us.  I almost walked out the door, but I needed her, deep down my body and my brain knew I needed to be with her.  We made up and it was better after that.  Then you came into our lives, and it became amazing."

She slid onto his lap, and they held each other, thinking the same thing about how amazing her life became when she met Bucky and Rebecca.  They were still sitting like that when Amina Nyok, her husband Irshad, son Kafeel, and daughters, Fiza and Hiba arrived, bearing containers of baking.  Immediately the Sudanese woman, who had become good friends to all of them hugged Bucky, as did her husband and children, deciding to fully embrace the closeness of their families and dispense with old customs that forbade them from integrating more into the lives of their American friends.

"I'm so sorry, Bucky," said Amina, trying to keep from crying.  "She was my first American friend and my best one at that.  I learned so much about being an American from Rebecca and now she's gone."

"Thank you," said Bucky.  "She loved you and your whole family so much.  You and the others helped her get better and I'll always be in your debt for that."  He motioned to Kafeel.  "Rebecca has asked that you be a pallbearer for her.  It means that you and five others will carry her coffin from the funeral venue to the hearse, then from the hearse to the burial plot.  Are you up to it?"

The young man, now 21, and almost as tall and strong in appearance as Bucky nodded.  "It would be my honour, Buck," he said.  "She was my bibi in every way but blood.  I will do her proud."

With all of the pallbearers informed, Bucky finally conceded that he needed to rest and with the encouragement of the others he went up to the bedroom he shared with Tracey, looking out the window for a moment, before he unzipped his pants, took them and his shirt off and got under the covers.  Within moments he was asleep.

Five days later, on a warm and humid June day, the funeral for Rebecca Barnes Proctor took place in the large auditorium of the Brooklyn Newcomers Centre, a non-profit organization that helped all immigrants and refugees who entered their doors with English language instruction, job counselling and training, advocacy, and provided a safe place for them to meet and socialize as they acclimated to the different culture of the United States.  Early on, those who used their services were encouraged to volunteer their own time, as a means to make friends, and learn firsthand about American life from the people they helped.  From the moment the centre became involved with Bucky Barnes and his sister Rebecca, the centre experienced a growth and acceptance into the community unlike anything in its 40-year history.  When they agreed to host the funeral for Rebecca it was seen as thanks in return for all that she gave them.

Attending the funeral was a who's who of community, civic, and federal leaders, including representatives from city council, the police department and former President of the United States, Warren S. Burton, who didn't hesitate to accept when he was asked to act as a pallbearer for Rebecca Barnes Proctor.   Also in attendance was almost the full complement of Avengers, although some were on call, in case an emergency required their attention, with two of them, Director James Rhodes and Captain Joaquin Torres, code name Falcon, acting as pallbearers.  Two other pallbearers, Rebecca's lawyers, Matt Murdock and Foggy Nelson, sat proudly next to the other three waiting for their cue to perform their honourable task.  The final pallbearer, a senior at NYU taking criminal justice, Kafeel Nyok, arrived and shook hands with the other pallbearers before taking his seat, impressing many with his demeanour at such a young age.  Prominent citizens included Pepper Stark, local entrepreneurs Samira Hussain, Kalyna and Bohdan Lyashenko, and many attendees from the larger multicultural community who all had a connection with the elderly woman.  The final surprise was the attendance of King M'Baku and Princess Shuri of Wakanda, complete with a guard complement of Dora Milaje.

Before the funeral a meeting with Murdock and Nelson revealed that Rebecca had left significant surprises for the people named in her will.  To her nieces and nephews, the children of her brother James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes, she left trust accounts for their education of $100,000 each.  Bucky interrupted loudly, knowing for a fact that she didn't have that kind of money.

"What did she do, Matt?" he asked, incredulously.

"Remember when she bought back your interest in the house for $1?" asked Matt.  "She sold it to another person.  Turned out that property was worth a lot of money."

"I don't understand," replied Bucky.  "She still lived there until Janice got married.  Then she rented it to the Newcomer's Centre as a place for a refugee family to get on their feet.  That's what she told me."

"She didn't tell you everything," said Matt.  "After she sold the house, the new buyer donated it to the Centre for the same purpose.  Rebecca invested the proceeds so that she could do some good with it.  If you let me continue to read out the will, you'll find out what she wanted to do with the money."

With a little bit of a huff, Bucky sat back, still puzzled why Rebecca would do this without consulting with him.  As Foggy read the rest of her will, he understood more.  Foggy read out the list of scholarships that Bucky's sister provided seed money to, money that was matched by two other individuals, whose identity would be kept confidential.  There were several; the first one to be named for her, the Rebecca Proctor Scholarship for the children of refugees or immigrants who had used the services of the Newcomer Centre and had, in turn, provided volunteer service as part of the requirements to qualify for funds towards their post-secondary education.  Prior to creating that scholarship, she had personally paid for the education of Kafeel Nyok, and his two sisters.  The two anonymous individuals paid for the education of Kalyna and Bohdan's children, and the children of Samira Hussain, respectively.  Another scholarship, named the George and Winnifred Barnes Scholarship was announced for the children of military veterans, specifically those from the Brooklyn area.  Volunteer service was a pre-requisite for the application. The recipients had to be studying in a field that provided support to the community at large.  The third scholarship, named for Rebecca's brother, James Buchanan Barnes, was limited to military veterans who required additional funds to complete their education if it had been interrupted by their service, or by injuries suffered during their service.  It was meant to supplement the living expenses of veterans who used their military benefits to continue their education.  Foggy sat back and looked at everyone when he finished reading that part.

"The following are the final disbursements of the estate of Rebecca Barnes Proctor," he began.  "She wanted the people and organization named to know how much she appreciated their help in the last 11 years of her life.  To Sam Wilson, she leaves the amount of $250,000.  The following are her words.  Sam Wilson provided support to my brother and thus to me, at some difficult times in his life.  Sam made me laugh when I needed it, provided comfort when I had none to give in return, and never treated me like the old woman I was."  He looked at Janice Rhodes next.  "To my dear friend, Janice Rhodes.  I am so proud of how you reclaimed your life after the trauma of your first marriage.  Not only that, but you also became my partner in crime, my best girlfriend, long after those I grew up with had passed away.  With your friendship I felt young again.  I have donated $100,000 in your name to a women's shelter network in the Brooklyn area that provides support for the transition of women leaving abusive situations.  To you, I leave $150,000 as seed money to do with as you please.  Live it up, girlfriend!"

Janice smiled.  "She was my big sister.  It was like we just clicked.  I'll do some good with it, I promise."

Foggy nodded and continued.  "Rebecca has left the balance of her estate to the Brooklyn Newcomers Centre for their own use in continuing the services they provide to so many.  Without their volunteer services at a time that was needed by Rebecca and Bucky she doesn't believe that they would have had a good life."

Then Foggy got up and turned on a TV screen.  With a tablet connected to the screen broadcast he began playback of a recording of Rebecca, taken at the nursing home where she lived.  Her frail appearance couldn't hide the force of her words, her last words to Bucky and Tracey.  She smiled at the person recording her and began talking.

"This recording is for my brother, Bucky and his wife, Tracey but I want everyone at the reading of the will to be present as witnesses.  I have already set aside money for your children's education.  With having your own settlement any monetary inheritance I could give to you would be redundant, so I decided to do something different.  For several years I have worked with a documentary film maker, using photographs of our family, and photos and film footage of you during the war, news footage from before your escape from HYDRA, and since we reunited.  The result, narrated by myself as well as various friends of yours is a film documentary about you, Bucky, my big brother.  From the first moments I could remember I knew you were my protector.  Even though we were separated by quite the gap in years you never made me feel like my presence was unwanted.  My childhood memories of you are full of laughter, joy, and the certainty that with you I would have a friend for life.  Our forced separation, first by war, then by a crime perpetrated on you by evil, was the stuff of tragedy. 

Shakespeare said, "we are such stuff as dreams are made on" and my dream of someday seeing you again was realized when you returned to me.  For that I will be eternally grateful to whatever force brought you back.  The documentary is almost completed but won't be broadcast or shown in theatres without your permission.  So, dear brother, I know you are a private man, but I am asking you to indulge your baby sister one final time and allow it to be shared with the world so that they see what I see and know.  You are worthy, Bucky, of everything good that has happened to you.  You are worthy of the love of Tracey, a wonderful woman who came into our lives when we needed her the most.  You are worthy of the friendship of an organization of heroes, who follow your example on a regular basis.  You are worthy of the admiration of people who recognize you for the good man you are, not what you were forced to be.  You are worthy to be a father as you have shown such love and patience with your own children that it makes my heart burst with joy when I see you with them.  You were always worthy as a son and brother and friend.  Don't ever forget that Bucky.  I love you with all my heart, and when my time comes know that same love also comes from everyone who is with you on this day."

She smiled and nodded at the person recording, and the screen went dark.

"That is the end of the will reading," announced Matt.  "Personally, I felt privileged to know Rebecca Barnes Proctor.  She was a force of nature, but one that was gentle, persuasive, and very determined.  Thank you for being here today."

Bucky, who was already crying, and not the only one, took the expressions of sympathy and gentle hands on his arms and shoulders as genuine condolences.  He sat there for some time after the others left until it was only he and Tracey left.

"What will I do without her?" he asked his wife.  "Twelve years with her at the end of her life wasn't enough."

"It never is with the ones we love," she replied.  "I knew the first day I showed up at the house how much love there was between you.  It's part of what drew me to you.  We go on, and we follow her example."

"The day you returned I was in a state," said Bucky.  "I was cleaning everything, wanting the house to be perfect for you and in my total dedication to it I forgot it was her anniversary the day before.  I remembered when I saw the wedding photograph of Rebecca and Harvey as I was dusting.  She accepted my belated Happy Anniversary wish and cried a little.  I asked what her and Harvey's secret was, as they were married for 49 years."

"What was it?" asked Tracey, her hands intertwined with her husband's.

"To always be truthful, without being hurtful.  To tell each other "I love you" every day, many times.  To have sex as often as they could."

"I would say you followed that very well," she murmured, kissing the side of his head.  "She was very smart, and I loved her as my friend first, then as something more, something deeper.  Are you going to be okay for the funeral?"

"No," he smirked, then he became serious.  "I'm going to cry my eyes out, but I'm not going to hide how much she meant to me.  She saved me, Tracey, as much as Steve and Sam did, as much as the Wakandans did.  I learned how to live amongst people again because of her.  Did you know about the documentary?"

Her smile was her answer but she did elaborate.  "It was done by a man who does documentaries for PBS.  She approached him about three years ago, through Matt, wondering if he was interested.  It turned out he had been for some time.  I've seen an unedited cut, with Rebecca, and it is a warts and all documentary.  He doesn't skimp on the details when your Winter Soldier years are shown.  But it is balanced by your life before and your life since.  When you're ready he wants you to watch it and hopes that you can come to an agreement of how to proceed from there.  Your story should be told, Bucky.  I agree with Rebecca on that."

True to his promise, Bucky cried his eyes out during the funeral, at the music Rebecca chose, at the stories told about her by the people she had touched in the last years of her life, and especially by the funny and heartfelt eulogy given by Sam, that had everyone laughing then crying.  When the six pallbearers took their place beside her coffin they raised it together, carried it out of the auditorium with dignity, and into the hearse then again from the hearse to the burial plot.  It had clouded over a little bit by then but it was still beautiful out, with a slight breeze, and birdsong in the air.  At the reception Bucky graciously accepted the condolences of everyone, staying seated with Tracey, Sam, Maria, Janice and Rhodes.  Little was spoken by him but that was alright with those who were there.

That evening, after the kids were in bed, Bucky sat out in the back yard.  It was dusk, the fairy lights had just come on and he was drinking a beer.  He was already changed into jeans and a T-shirt, then Tracey came out with a beer for herself and climbed into his lap.  Quietly they sat, enjoying the calm after the last week of funeral preparation, lawyers' visits and the like.  Suddenly a song came on the outdoor speaker and Bucky looked at his phone with puzzlement as it wasn't set to any of his playlists.  Then Tracey smiled at him, and they both got up and began to dance to the first song they ever danced to together, Sting's Fields of Gold.  Rebecca had suggested it at the time, saying she liked the words.  As those words echoed throughout their backyard Bucky and Tracey softly sang along themselves as they danced, picturing Rebecca and Harvey dancing in their own fields of gold, somewhere near the Rainbow Bridge.

Will you stay with me?

Will you be my love?

Upon the fields of barley

We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky

As we lie in fields of gold

The End

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[voidofryu]

Urgent 🚨🙏Humanitarian appeal🚨

Save my baby girl I almost lost my life to give birth to her💔

My heart burns with fear and sadness for my daughter's fate as we live in a war of extermination 💔😟

After we lost our home, I am now unable to provide for my daughter's needs😔

Please don't hesitate to donate to us, I now live in a tent with my family😔

Reblog and donate to save my biby 🙏

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This is Samah's go fund me for her and her family. Please do your best in donating, sharing, or even engaging with this post so that it gains traction. It doesn't take much. Firstly, you can click on the link, and it will take you to the campaign itself. There, you can either press the donate now button or the share and copy link button to share the link to the campaign all around. You can also like and reblog this post so that more people can see this. Please help these Palestinian families find the peace and freedom that they need.

Samah Hijazi is a mother of two children, Ibrahim and Lana. She works as a teacher in a school.

During the genocide, their house was destroyed, and she had lost her job due to the bombing of schools done by Israel. Not only that, their house was bombed, causing they to lose everything we had.

Now, they are displaced and live in a tent in the south of Gaza under very hard conditions. For example, lack of food, hygiene, water, sanitation and more.

Please help this family in getting the freedom and peace that they need.

Free Palestine forever 🇵🇸 ❤️

[yandere-fics]

Ok so just from 5 minutes of pondering I've had to ideas plop into my head

1: Little sister who Bibi has provided for her entire life, you both grew up in really hard times and Bibi has always wanted to protect you, but you wanted to join the royal guard so she wouldn't have to steal anymore to keep you two fed, and she hated that idea because it was sooooo dangerous (there were so many hot women that would steal you away from her). The two of you have a fight and you join the guard, you go a while without seeing eachother before you're reunited. All the time away from you has made her much, much worse. She's gone borderline insane, she's always had a few screws loose but now she's downright terrifying. But she's kind of sweet. In a weird way. I kind of like the fiancè idea with this, maybe you were due to be wedded, when you meet Bibi again you tell her this and she silently loses her shit. Only for your fiancè to be convicted of treason and due for execution. But Bibi will be there to be a shoulder to cry on! It'll be okay, you nearly made a mistake and married the wrong person! You're so distraught you may as well drop out of the royal guard to grieve, she earns enough to support the both of you now anyway. You can even move into her quaters, just like old times!!

2: Manipulative younger sister who always gets what she wants. Ever since you were little Bibi would steal for you if you kicked and screamed enough, that habit slowly turned into subtle manipulation as you got older, knowing which buttons to push to make her obey your every whim. However one day the idiot goes and gets arrested. Maybe you don't even visit her in prison and assume she's been executed, until you wake up in the cells yourself to your delirious sister staring back at you. You left her ALL alone!! She was so worried about you!! But now she has a fancy new job, and the princess in her back pocket. So now she's gonna get what SHE wants. (I'm fishing for some gross noncon revenge fucking here. Bibi kinda snapping and realising you have been so mean to her for so long. But now everything is gonna be perfect, you'll see!)

-girlfailure

♡ Bibi With A Manipulative Sister Who Tried To Abandon Her ♡

(Already did number 1 a while ago so today I will do number 2)

You cursed the world for giving you such a terrible failure of a sister who clung to you every second of the day, she was basically useless to you which made going through life extremely difficult which is why from a very young age you learned to put your useless older sister to work, she couldn't hold a stable job to provide for you and she spent her days telling awful jokes, none of which you ever really found funny, but at least she could steal and at long as she could do that for you, you would humor her and laugh at her jokes on occasion, still the moment she got arrested you saw your opportunity and booked it along with all the money she had been saving under the floorboard at your room in the inn, selfish girl had been putting away money instead of just giving you everything she had, well that didn't matter now, she was gone and you had all the money you would need to hire a carriage and start a life outside the capital, and your useless sister would be dead by the morning finally. Your luck would finally turn around.

She really was useless for everything, it was only a matter of time before the bitch got caught stealing, oh well now you wouldn't have to act nice to her just so she'd steal a necklace for you, maybe in the next town you could find someone who would actually do what you wanted and not fail so you miserably. But that bitch just had to drag you down with her, maybe she was pissed you didn't even visit her before her execution and decided to accuse you of being her accomplice, stupid spiteful bitch. Either way you woke up in a cell with Bibi's stupid face hovering above you, pushing your hair out of your face and acting like she loved you just like she always did.

"Pookie, it really wasn't a funny joke to pretend you were going to ditch town, my joke is much funnier, don'tcha think?" You glared at her, what part of getting you arrested did she think was a joke and- how did she known you were going to ditch town, why would the guards have told her that? Or did she just suspect that because you didn't visit her jail cell? Honestly you still couldn't believe they didn't just execute her already, you were sure she was supposed to die this morning yet here she was petting your hair in a jail cell.

"Hehe it's really funny when you pretend to be mad pookie but I'd like that joke to be over now." She gripped your hair, tugging on it until it hurt as a way to tell you she was sick of the joke, she always did that when she wanted you to stop your 'jokes' as she called them, they weren't jokes though, you really did find her completely useless and hated every moment you spent with her.

"Anyways, I know you always said we had bad luck," You said you had bad luck but I guess she assumed you were including her, "But look! I got a job! The princess hired me to be her court jester!" You laughed, god the princess must be so stupid to ever hire this dud to be the jester, your sister can't do a damn thing right.

"The princess must be a dumb ass to hire you, you're such a failure, you can't do a single thing correctly and I'm so unlucky to be fucking stuck with you." Bibi yanked on your hair, now getting on top of you, one hand wrapping around your throat.

"Pookie, I already told you, your jokes aren't funny, leave the jokes to me you bitch." You froze a bit when she called you that, she'd never been anything but nice to you but you guessed you'd pushed her past her limits finally, still she was a weakling, it's not like she could actually do anything to you. "Here's a much better joke, you're going to fuck me."

"...w-what? Eww no that's not funny Bibi." You tried to push her off you but she stayed firmly in place already grinding her small bulge against your leg, her other hand moving away from your hair and starting to try to pry your pants off you.

"I think it would be really funny to pretend I'm forcing myself on you even though we both love each other so much, that's way funnier than you pretending to abandon me, now get to work."