BabyGirl

isa / latina / 28 slut for bucky barnes nsfw; 18+ ONLY

[dogsdayilya]

Loyalty (1869)

— by Briton Rivière

Loyalty (2025)

— by Ilya Rozanov

[cornerstorebitch]

no offense but reading is literally the cure to brain rot and there’s no work around to reading books

[naramdil]

i hate when girls feel dumb for trying to see the best in people and then end up hurt or disappointed like no!! it’s those people that were dumb for misleading you. they took advantage of your kindness and generosity, and they’ll rot for it 

[bodhimcbodeface]

I love toddlers, I had a Spanish-speaking toddler the other day and I taught her the word octopus in English and she said it like “otoputa” which quickly got shortened to “puta” and she just started pointing all over my octopus book shouting “puta puta puta!” (All the adults including her mom thought it was hilarious.) I’m like girl come on stop slutshaming the otoputas

[baetology]

Stop letting your heart and your pussy choose your men.

[trapbinch]

I’m confused, what is left…

[trapbinch]

Oh nvm lmao my brain. You right sis lol you is right

[baetology]

You really forgot your whole brain.

[pussylipgloss]

she read this post with her pussy

[tvsaresquare]

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[daenerys-stormborn]

"There are legends of people born with the gift of making music so true, it can pierce the veil between life and death. Conjuring spirits from the past and the future." SINNERS (2025) dir. Ryan Coogler

[nikidanger]

When I tell you this scene DID SOMETHING TO ME?!!?

I deadass had to stop my self from standing up in my seat just to get closer to the cinema screen.

[imposterogers]

what if the teenage mutant ninja turtles exist in the mcu but they’re just really good at staying under the radar and criminals are too embarrassed to admit they got beat up by some guys in “turtle costumes” so they blame daredevil. peter parker worked as a pizza delivery boy for a while and brought like eight pizzas to a man hole cover but thought nothing of it bc nyc

peter parker: i once was one minute late delivering pizza and the dude was like “forgiveness is divine, but never pay full price for late pizza” 

clint barton: oh cool u met one of the tmnt 

literally everyone: who 

clint: am i the only one in this goddamn city who knows about the crimefighting turtles that live in the sewers 

(they all think clint is playing an elaborate prank on them, especially when he shows them a photo of four guys wearing what are ‘very obviously halloween costumes’)

[sweetiesoju]

fun fact: it’s TMNT canon that the chemical container that hit Matt Murdock across the face and gave him his Daredevil abilities is the same canister that landed on the baby turtles and mutated them, so…..y’all aren’t far off

[captainlordauditor]

i’m sorry it’s WHAT

TMNT started as a Daredevil parody.

Matt’s teacher is Stick. The turtle’s is Splinter.

Matt’s enemy is the Hand. The turtle’s is the Foot Clan.

It was originally a dark, edgy, turtle themed parody of Daredevil.

[sugarcoatednightshade]

i’m sorry its WHAT

[cowboyhudsons]

O_O

[robotsandramblings]

i want to add that although the word “parody” is most often used in TMNT’s origin story, it wasn’t a parody in the sense of ridicule or comedic satire. Kevin Eastman was actually a huge fan of Daredevil, and his “parody” was in the sense of imitation – TMNT was a homage to Daredevil more than anything. just read the comic’s plot summary! definitely not comedy or satire. it’s quite dark, really.

[xoprincessbarbiexo-deactivated2]

To anyone who sees this, I wish you warm fuzzy blankets and your preferred choice of milk or tea. Now go sleep sleep!!

[darksideofthecocoamoon]

Devil, Devil

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x black!Reader

Warning: deception, a colorfully violent threat, demons, violence and demon blood, a touch o corruption kink on the Reader’s part

A/n: tehe I’ve thought for a while that this would be a fun idea so thanks @flashfictionfridayofficial for giving me a great prompt to do so!

The guy was a total L-7 square. How he had made it to his 30s so sheltered, you had no idea. Was he raised under a rock?

Loki, the tall, naïve man beside you, walked demurely and dangerously too close as you both ventured through the back alleys. He was practically shaking in his boots. Green eyes shot left and right at every slight noise of a scampering rat, every flutter of a ripped flyer on a wall. You shook your head and didn’t even suppress your smirk.

“What’d I teach you, huh? At least walk straight. Jeez, seeing all 6’9” of you hunched down like that hurts my back.”

Loki pouted as he straightened, chucking his chin up the slightest bit. “I am not that tall. And this place is creepy. And dirty. Why are you meeting someone back here?”

You rolled your eyes. “Because you don’t do illegal stuff out in the open.”

Loki gasped, his eyes widening. “W-what?? Illegal??”

You snickered. Three weeks of trying your best to taint him, his innocence was still so cute! How could anyone have resisted corrupting him until now?

One more side street and there was a ducked off corner that you knew your… acquaintance to be.

You turned to speak to Loki but stopped when you saw him glaring over your shoulder. Almost like it never happened, his gaze snapped back to yours, the previous worry back in his face.

“What? What’s over there?”

“Nothing. I’m just nervous about whatever you’re planning. Trying to look out for, I dunno, police? Security?”

You breathed a laugh at his paranoia, placing a hand on his arm.

“Don’t worry, okay? You’re with me,” you puckered your lips and teased him, “I’ll keep you allll safe and sound.”

He scoffed and turned his head, trying to fight a grin as he blushed. See? So cute!!

“Stay right here. I’ll be right around the corner. It’ll take two minutes, tops.”

Loki swallowed, nodding hesitantly.

Almost as soon as you disappear behind the dilapidated brick, the mask of innocence fell from Loki’s visage.

He strode over to the shadows, reaching in without hesitation and latched onto… something, sinking his claws in. Warm, viscous liquid leaks down his hand as he draws the form out of the cloak of darkness. A demon even taller than him, with flesh that looked formed of lava and yellow bovine eyes, was in his clutches. Black blood dribbled unchecked in rivulets down Loki’s hand.

“Did I not say I was not to be disturbed when with my toy?” Loki hissed the words with a venom so unlike the shaky lilt he donned before.

The demon winced. “I’m sorry, my dark prince, but the fighting between the sleep paralysis demons and the night terror demons is getting out of hand.”

Loki sighed impatiently, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Tell them whomsoever is to blame for trying to cut my fun short will be ripped limb from fucking limb and thrown into the hellhound pit to reconstitute, am I clear?”

The demon tried its best to nod with Loki’s claws still in his throat. “Y-yes, sire. Right away, sire.”

Loki practically threw the servant back into the shadows, then summoned fire to scourge the cursed blood from his skin.

Just in time, he dismissed the flames as the sound of your sneakers crept back towards him. He reprised his role, turning sharply your direction with fear and feigning relief. “Thank goodness, you’re alive.”

You scoffed. “Oh please, of course I am. Now…” you trailed off as you held up the little ziplock between you. “I think I know the answer to this, but have you ever smoked weed before?”

The deity who had created hedonism and sin long before even your parents’ parents walked the earth let his eyes widen as he shook his head. “No, never.”

[oh-bother-stickers]

[aneurins-barnard]

SEBASTIAN STAN as BUCKY BARNES THUNDERBOLTS* (2025) Dir. Jake Schreier

[letterful]

[anti-parent]

Solidarity with Children

this book is out now!!! it's a short read, less than 200 pages, and it's SO good. i literally had to pause halfway through just to send the author a message about how much i liked it. definitely leans more utopian than scientific, but that makes sense given the format, and i think it has a lot of good things to say.

once you really start thinking about how restrictive the world is for children and how many bullshit justifications we retroactively come up for it all the time, you can't stop seeing it everywhere. this book makes a good case for including children in our political efforts not as rhetorical devices but as an actual class of oppressed people.

[stargazingfangirl18]

Your Own Worst Enemy

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader Word Count: 3,358 Summary: It ate away at you–your past, who you really were–until you finally needed to confess everything to Steve. Warnings: A/B/O AU. Explicit language. No smut, can you believe it?! Mentions of slight injuries (bruises, cuts, and a split lip). Some angst (about the past). Dark elements (not in reference to Steve) include: captivity, being forced into an omega fighting ring, violence, slight knife violence, and a minor character being stomped to death. Allusion to self-harm as a means of escape. Feeeels.

A/N: What better way to kick off Hoevember than with one of our favorite Pound Town alphas? 😌 This part of Steve and sassy omega’s story has lived in my mind rent free since I first created them! I’m so excited to finally share it with you. Enjoy ❤️

P.S. Once upon a time, I wrote this drabble for PT!Steve and his omega and teased on whether or not it was canon for them. This part will confirm that question.

Pound Town  Masterlist | Hoevember 2025 Masterlist

Things had been going so well since your heat. 

In the month or so following it–and the way your relationship with Steve had upgraded to more–you were a fixture in his home and life now and pretty much living with him.

Which Steve was so grateful for–both to have you here with him, and the peace of mind it brought knowing you weren’t out on the harsh streets, fending for yourself.

You had seemed just as happy and content as Steve with this new arrangement, which is why he was so confused and worried when he came home from work to find you injured again.

Seeing your face bruised and cut above your eye, and your lip busted and split, had every instinct in Steve–both man and alpha–surging to the surface as he rushed to where you were huddled on the sofa, glowering. 

“Sweetheart,” Steve murmured as he crouched before you, his hands gently touching your legs as his eyes flickered all over your face, his brows furrowed. “What happened?”

Your gaze was fixed down, because you couldn’t even look at Steve. In addition to feeling like shit physically, now you felt terrible for causing him distress.

For being such a burden.

This–your current state–was just a much deserved consequence of getting too comfortable here with Steve, of being happy.

Because if there was one thing you didn’t deserve, it was a happy, homey life with the most perfect alpha to ever exist.

You could try to stuff down all the memories–and who you really were–but you couldn’t outrun your past, and the nightmares coming back just proved that. 

So instead of sitting in Steve’s apartment all day, teetering between cozy lazing and overthinking–feeling restless and guilty when your mind started spiraling–you had felt the need to get outside. To roam some of your previous haunts that you hadn’t been to in weeks.

You knew it hadn’t been a good idea, that it wasn’t safe. That’s probably why you did it.

Because this–being hurt, suffering in some way–not happy and safe here with Steve, it was what you actually deserved.

“Talk to me, omega, please,” Steve prompted, his touch gentle as he caressed along your legs, not in a sexual way–not now–just a tender touch to comfort, to soothe.

You wondered if it was more to soothe himself than you as you peeked up at him to find Steve watching you so softly, his handsome face full of concern.

And there it was again–that new sparkle of something more in his warm gaze. His gaze that made your belly somersault and your chest flutter each and every time it was aimed your way. His gaze that was filled with so much more than just affection, with something that you had always yearned for so deeply but never truly thought you’d experience. 

“If you knew the truth about me and what I’ve done, you’d never look at me like that again.” You tried to be flippant in your tone, but it fell flat, and you just sounded devastated at the mere thought of your words being true. 

Steve murmured your name, dipping his head so he could catch your gaze. “I could never look at you any other way than this.”

A lump of emotion swelled in your throat in an instant, your eyes burning and your vision blurring as you tried to like hell to avoid Steve’s searching gaze. “I’m not a good person, Steve, not like you. Nothing like you.”

“I don’t believe that.”

“And I don’t deserve you,” you quavered.

“Whether or not you think you deserve me, you have me, all of me.” Steve’s lips curled into a soft smile, his next words chosen to try to break the tension, to try to make you smile, to express just how all in he was when it came to you. “And I hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but at this point, you’re kind of stuck with me, for good.”

You looked so startled yet hopeful at Steve’s words. Your eyes finally met his, unblinking, searching, and glimmering with the kind of yearning that had him reaching for your hands and giving them a squeeze.

For a long, quiet moment, you just stared down at the way Steve’s much larger hands so carefully cradled your own. Your breath shuddered out of you on a broken exhale as you finally shook your head, your eyes lifting to his. 

“Don’t say that until you know the truth,” you muttered. “Everything about me, especially the bad stuff.”

“Then tell me.”

It wasn’t a request, but an encouragement, because Steve would never force or urge you to do something you didn’t want, but you could see it shining in his gaze clear as day–that he really wanted you to trust him with whatever was eating you up inside. 

That he wanted you to let it go, too, so you didn’t need to shoulder the weight anymore.

So you could finally, really, be happy. 

You took another shaky breath, licking your dry lips and flinching as your split lip smarted. You started to talk, aware of Steve moving to sit next to you, close and still gently holding your hands as you turned toward him, kept your gaze down, and confessed all the things you hated about yourself.

The things you were sure would drive him away before you were even able to enjoy having him at all.

It was nothing new, being locked up in the cramped, dirty cage.

A few weeks ago, you had made the mistake of being out in the middle of the city, all by yourself, because you had no one.

And that’s when they had scooped you up. 

A few alphas who were much bigger and stronger than you, who seemed more delighted than anything when you had tried to fight back and gotten in some good hits, too.

It wasn’t long before you realized why they liked your instinct to fight–to survive.

Because the reason they had snatched you up in the first place was to force you into an underground omega fighting ring. 

If you won your match, you got to live, you usually got some food and water too, so for the weeks that you had been here, you had fought hard and always won. It seemed as if you had garnered a bit of a reputation, a fanbase, too, which is why you were waiting now for what they were calling the ultimate omega fight. 

You had heard some of the men talking earlier, saying it would be the biggest match they had ever hosted, and that there was a lot of money on the line. 

There was even a prize on the line for you and your opponent, too, being set free from the fighting ring and “rewarded” with an alpha all your own.

So you wouldn't be free at all, really, you’d just be moving from one kind of cage to another. 

As you sat in your cage now, still battered and bruised from your last fight a couple of nights ago, you wondered why you even wanted to survive so bad in the first place. What was the point, really? Life as an omega wasn’t much of a life at all, but still–something deep down inside of you just wasn’t ready to give up yet.

“There she is,” a gritty, unfamiliar voice broke you from your thoughts. “My future omega. I’m Brock, and by the end of the night, you’re gonna belong to me.”

You sneered at the stranger who was standing outside of your cage, eyeing you up like a piece of meat and a trophy all rolled into one.

He was tall, lean, and muscular, his tattooed arms bulging and put on display by his fitted black t-shirt. His matching black cargo pants made him look like some kind of soldier, his dark hair swooping away from his forehead, and the look in his dark, mean eyes making your skin crawl and your stomach churn.

The thought of actually being his omega had bile burning at the back of your throat.

Before you could spit out a sassy response, you were dragged from your cage by a couple of the ring men and led out toward the arena, feeling the stranger’s gaze on your ass as he followed at a confident saunter. 

“I have a lotta money riding on you and your undefeated status, omega, so you better win this fucking match,” he told you, licking his lips and flashing a leering smile. “And then I’ll get to take you home and reward you in a way you’ll never forget.”

Feeling disgusted as you were shoved past the ropes sectioning off a square of the concrete floor of the warehouse where a massive crowd was gathered, you considered losing just out of spite and so you would never belong to him.

But any thoughts of what came next–or of Brock–instantly fled your mind as your opponent was hauled toward the ring, hissing and screaming, spitting and wildly struggling between her two captors. 

“Fucking psycho,” one of them grunted as they roughly shoved her into the ring across from you. 

And when her beady gaze met yours, you saw nothing but an unhinged kind of violence burning in her eyes.

When the bell rang a moment later, signaling the start of the match, she launched herself at you, and you were barely able to stop her from clawing your face off as she screeched and attacked. 

Despite having won all of your former bouts–none of those were a fight to the death, or against an omega so feral and vicious.  It felt like you earned each breath you got to take tonight, the match an unending cycle of the two of you locked together, punching and kicking, clawing and yanking.

Eventually, you both began to flag. Half your face was clawed to hell and already starting to bruise, your ribs felt like a few at least were broken, and you could barely catch your breath. 

Your opponent didn’t look much better, cradling her side, blood streaming from her nose and a few of her fingers gruesomely twisted and hanging from their sockets.

The crowd began to get impatient, especially as the two of you took a moment to catch your breaths, circling each other in the small ring.

Suddenly, a quiet clink and skittering sound was heard, and both you and the other omega watched as a serrated knife with a curved blade was thrown into the ring at your feet.

Both your gazes lifted to each other’s, and then the two of you both dove for the knife at the same time. She got it first, and nearly slit your throat as a result before you straddled her torso and pinned her to the cold, concrete floor. 

Giving ragged, desperate cries, you wrestled the knife from her grip, tossing it aside before your hands were suddenly around her throat, squeezing as hard as you could, running now on pure adrenaline and the primal instinct to survive. 

It was the look of terror in your opponent’s bulging eyes that finally overrode that instinct, and you felt sick as you ripped your hands from her throat–horrified at yourself–as you scrambled away, crying and shaking as you sprawled on the floor. 

You started as a big figure suddenly loomed over you–Brock. He held out the knife to you, his eyes flashing as he snarled, “Do it. Kill her. Give all of us what we paid to see.”

You shook your head, struggling to catch your breath as you begged, "Please, no! Don't make me do it! Please! I can’t, I can’t!”

Brock bent and grabbed you by your throat, yanking you up, spittle flying as he seethed, “Useless bitch!” before violently throwing you to the floor.

You grunted as you landed on your side, your ribs screaming in protest–in agony–as your vision began to swim as you watched Brock stalk toward the other omega.

He raised his foot, his dark combat boot hovering over her head for a brief second before he stomped down hard, and you cried out in horror, rolling away and cradling your head with your arms to try to block it all out.

The crowd roared at the gruesome show, cheering and jeering as you curled in on yourself, tears streaming as you heaved and swallowed back the bile trying to work its way up your throat.

The bell rang twice, the match over now, and you couldn’t even process it, your head spinning, your thoughts all jumbled, and your body quaking with fear as you were suddenly grabbed and yanked to your feet. 

“Just like I told you, you belong to me now,” Brock said, and then he dragged you from the ring, and you didn’t put up a fight at all. 

You had no fight left.

Hours later found you in Brock’s shitty apartment, still shaking as you curled into a ball on the floor in the corner of the living room, praying that he’d remained passed out after drinking himself stupid in celebration once you were back at his place.

Now he lay sprawled on the sofa, one leg hanging off as he snored like a buzzsaw. 

The whole drive back here, he had threatened to fuck you, and worse than that–to bond you–but thankfully you had been spared both, for tonight at least. 

The thought of being bonded to him, to such a monster, it had your stomach finally revolting as you shoved yourself to your feet and bolted into the tiny kitchen, spewing in the dirty sink.

You sank against the edge of the counter, a cold sweat dotting your forehead as your stomach continued to churn. Breathing in slowly, you turned on the faucet, rinsing the mess down the drain before cleaning out your mouth next then slowly sipping a couple handfuls of water. 

You cranked the faucet off, turning and sagging back against the counter, unseeing. The only thing you could see–over and over again in your mind’s eye–was the memory of the way Brock had so uncaringly stomped the other omega to death. 

He would do that to you someday too, you were sure of it, especially because you weren’t some obedient, docile omega who desperately wanted an alpha to control her.

One misstep with this unhinged brute could literally be the end for you.

You shuddered, feeling beyond hopeless, but you blinked back the tears threatening to fall, your blurry gaze landing on the small table in the corner, the half-eaten plate of food atop it, then to the sharp steak knife balanced on the plate’s edge.

For a long moment, you just stared at the knife, and then your eyes fell to your wrist, to where your new omega tracking chip–courtesy of Brock–now laid just beneath the surface of your skin.

If the tracker was gone, he’d never be able to find you if you ran.

No one would be able to find you if you ran.

You straightened, a determined look hardening your features as you stalked over to the table and swiped up the knife.

“So I cut it out of me, and I ran,” you finished the recounting of your past, your voice much quieter than when you had first started. “And I never looked back.”

Steve was quiet for a long moment, and you watched as he turned over your arm, his thumb incredibly gentle as it caressed over the scar that you had tried to hide from him all those months ago. 

“You could have killed yourself, removing your chip that way,” he murmured, and then he raised your arm and dipped his head, pressing the softest kiss to your marred skin. 

To the ugliest part of you. 

Not ugly because it was a scar, but because it was a reminder of who you really were, what you had been through, what you had done to survive. 

But Steve accepted it–and you–anyway, completely, and without hesitation. 

And that realization made your voice quaver as you whispered, “I know,” unable to look away as Steve continued to gently stroke your skin, like you were something delicate, something precious. You. “But it would have been better than being his.”

“I’m so sorry for what you went through, omega, for what you were forced to do and witness,” Steve’s voice shook as he spoke, devastation shining in his bright blue gaze, like he couldn’t stand the thought of everything you had been through. “I’m so sorry you had to endure all of that.”

“Tons of other omegas have endured worse,” you muttered, pulling your wrist away from Steve and hugging yourself tight. “But they didn’t run away. They stayed. They listened. They obeyed. Like omegas should. You treat me like I’m brave, but the truth is, I’m the coward. And maybe…maybe this,” you gestured to your battered face. “Is what I really deserve.”

“Hey, you listen to me,” Steve’s voice was so firm that it had you straightening and looking over at him with wide, startled eyes. “You are, hands down, the bravest person I have ever met. No one, omega or otherwise, and least of all you, deserve what you experienced.”

That lump was back in your throat as you just stared at him for a beat before replying, “It’s just the reality of our world, Steve.”

“It is, but here? With me? It never will be.” Steve reached for your hands again, raising them to kiss each set of your knuckles. “I know it will be hard, and it will take time, considering everything you’ve been through, but I need you to try to forgive yourself. You didn’t do anything wrong. You were a victim, sweetheart, and you survived. You don’t deserve to hurt anymore. So please, promise me that you’ll stop seeking out fights? For me? It’s the only greedy thing I’ll ever ask of you, because the thought of you being hurt anymore–or god forbid something worse–I can’t handle it. I need you, I need you here with me, okay?”

At the desperation and the shine of tears in Steve’s eyes, a few of your own finally broke free. You were quick to wipe them away, sniffing back more, battling with all of the emotions bubbling up inside of you at his plea, at his care for you–which a part of you still couldn’t believe you were lucky enough to experience.

“Okay,” you finally replied.

“Promise me,” Steve begged softly, giving your hands another gentle squeeze. “Please.”

There it was again, for the millionth time, one of the things you most appreciated about Steve–the fact that he could so easily alpha command you, but he didn’t. He never would. He just asked you, begged you, vulnerable in his need for you and how much you meant to him. 

And–above all else–allowing your response to him to be your choice.

“I promise,” you said without hesitation.

“Thank you,” Steve breathed, and you realized just now, as his shoulders visibly relaxed, how wound up he had been. How tense. How quietly distressed, because of you.

Well, over you.

It made your belly swoop and your heart skip a beat–how much this man cared about you.

So when he reached for you, gathering you into his lap for a tight hug, you didn’t resist. You didn’t even sass him. You just gave Steve what he wanted–what he needed–in this moment.

And as you sank against his broad, warm chest–and felt the way he tucked his face against the crook of your neck, breathing you in–a quiet voice whispered in the back of your mind that this is exactly what you needed, and wanted, too.

You couldn’t believe that even after knowing the truth, Steve still wanted you. It was genuinely difficult for you to comprehend, but you were so fucking thankful.

You were so very, very grateful for Steve, and you hoped that he could feel it–your gratitude for him, the something more that you felt for him–as you hugged him back just as tightly as he was clinging to you.

I’M NOT CRYING, YOU’RE CRYING 😭 Pleeeeease take a moment to hoe with me! I’d love to know your thoughts and feels! Thank you for reading ❤️

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[cutebbyprincess]

ahh Steve is so perfect 😭💞

[navybrat817]

Pumpkin Patch

Pairing: Husband and Dad!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky surprises you and Jamie with a trip to a pumpkin patch.

Word Count: Over 1k

Warnings: Established relationship, fluff, sweetness, fall vibes, hint of a breeding kink, implied unprotected sex, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: I took my kiddos to a pumpkin patch over the weekend and couldn't get this out of my head. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Husband and Dad!Bucky who decides to do a surprise family trip to a pumpkin patch. He doesn’t like keeping secrets, but he loves watching your face light up and hearing his son happily shriek from the surprise. 

Bucky who carries his little boy on his shoulders the second they’re out of the car, both of them in matching flannel. He says he didn’t plan it that way, but you know better. 

Bucky who breathes in the air, catching bits of cinnamon and other spices. It makes him feel warm against the cool breeze. 

Bucky who gives the two of you free rein on how to spend the beautiful day. Hayride, corn maze, apple and pumpkin picking, he’ll do whatever you want with a smile on his handsome face.

Bucky who promises you’ll stop in the shop before you leave so he can buy apple cider, pumpkin pie, the whole store if you want. There are even wine samples and he knows you aren’t leaving without snagging a bottle.

Bucky who has to chase his son the second he sets him down because it’s sensory overload and he can’t figure out what he wants to do first. You laugh when you hear your husband call out, “Jamie!” followed by “How is he so fast?!”

Bucky who also has to chase him through the corn maze a bit before he puts him back on his shoulders. He makes sure to stop at all the “hidden” spots in the maze so they can fill out the worksheet and get a prize. 

Bucky who stays close when Jamie climbs and jumps on the bales of hay. It’s natural to fall and get scrapes, but he’ll stop it if he can. 

Bucky who gazes at you like he’s trying to memorize you while Jamie leans against his legs and eats an apple cider donut, the sun making your wedding ring sparkle even brighter. “You’re my favorite season,” he says and you know he means it.

Bucky who rests his head against yours when you snuggle up beside him, your perfume mixing in with the crisp fall air. He feels like the luckiest man alive.

Bucky who holds Jamie in his lap on the hayride and kisses the top of his head, cherishing the small moments like this. It gives you the perfect opportunity to snap a photo, and you plan to frame it as soon as you can print it.

Bucky who isn’t a fan of taking selfies, but he gets photos of the three of you close together on his phone. He even asks someone to take a couple of pictures and makes sure to smile since you love his smile (and he’s happy). 

Bucky who watches you pick a pumpkin with Jamie and suddenly remembers what it was like when you were pregnant. Your skin glowing, your belly round, and you looking so, so beautiful.

Bucky who wonders if Jamie wants to be a big brother because he wants to get you pregnant again as soon as possible. He can already picture his son leading his little brother or sister around to pick the best pumpkin and apples. 

Bucky who sends a discreet text to Steve asking if he’s free tonight to babysit. Just to be on the safe side. 

Bucky who whispers in your ear, “I’m gonna knock you up again the second we’re alone.” He knows you’re turned on from the hitch in your breath and because he can smell it, your arousal blending in with your perfume and the fall aroma. 

Bucky who can’t help but kiss you, trying not to let it get too heated even when you whimper. The last thing he needs to do is scar his son or the random strangers who are just trying to enjoy the nice fall atmosphere.

Bucky who winks at you when you’re breathless and asks Jamie, “What do you think about being a big brother?” before you can stop him. His heart swells when he replies with, “Big brother? Me?!” 

Bucky who beams when his son lights up more and points at a tiny pumpkin. “For the baby?” he asks innocently and puts a hand on your stomach.

Bucky who crouches down and explains that you aren’t having a baby just yet, which puts a small pout on both of their faces. He leaves out that he’s going to change that very soon because, once again, he doesn’t want to scar him or have to answer questions he isn’t ready for.

Bucky who chuckles when you gently tell your son, “You’ll be the best big brother when that day comes.” since he puffs his chest out proudly. It’s like looking in a tiny mirror, making him think of his own sisters and how he always tried to look out for them.

Bucky who doesn’t have to rush you out of there since you take the lead and suggest you call it a day, allowing Jamie to pick his favorite pumpkin and one more treat from the shop. You’re just as eager as your husband for some alone time.

Bucky who tucks his son into the car once you’re packed up (yes, he grabs you a bottle of wine for tonight), and kisses your temple once he’s in his seat, resting a hand on your thigh. “Great surprise, hubby,” you whisper, putting your hand over his.

Bucky who gazes at you and back at Jamie, his heart full. He tells himself once again that he’s the luckiest man alive when he whispers back, “I do what I can, wifey.”

Bucky who brings your hand to his mouth and gently kisses it, letting his lips linger and giving you just a small taste of what’s to come. You made him a husband and a dad, and you’re going to make him a dad again. 

Bucky who drives off with a soft smile, his son already starting to doze off after his adventurous day. And he’s already picturing the next fall surprise with one more little Barnes in the backseat, and your perfume lingering like his favorite season and a new memory he’ll never let go of.

Maybe we can have more fall or seasonal adventures with Bucky and his beautiful family. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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[cutebbyprincess]

This is to cute!! 🥰💞🥹

[stargazingfangirl18]

Wild & Free 7

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader Word Count: 4,120 Summary: You and Ransom continue to grow closer and make memories together–enjoying your happy little bubble–before the outside world finally comes knocking. Warnings: Explicit language. The happy bubble finally bursts. Gross come ons and remarks. Non con touching (nothing too extreme). Mentions of threesomes. Threats of DP. Angst and feels. Traumatized and distraught feral!kitten. 

A/N: These sweet bbs have been gnawing at my brain non-stop lately, so I had to pay them some attention. Enjoy!

SERIES MASTERLIST

You wobbled under the weight of the wooden tray, giving a concerned squeak that had Ransom stirring in bed as you hedged your way into the bedroom. 

He blinked against the bright morning sunlight flooding the room, looking handsomely rumpled as he squinted before his gaze landed on you. Then widened. 

He sat up in bed, brow furrowing with concern, but when he went to throw back the comforter and come to you, you shook your head, looking determined as you said, “No thank you! I can do it!”

A moment later, you stood over him as he sat back against the headboard, careful as you placed the tray over his lap before giving him a bright, proud smile and an excited, “Surprise!”

Like so often when he watched you, a soft smile curled Ransom’s lips, his gaze becoming less sleepy and more curious as it shifted from you to the breakfast tray sat before him. 

It was littered with a variety of things: a loaf of bread, a glass of water, the coffee machine but no actual coffee, a jar of peanut butter, and a big sharable bag of M&Ms. And then surrounding all of these items was a decorative border of freshly picked flowers–and a few weeds, too–from the back garden.

It clicked for Ransom instantly, the way you had obviously latched on to the concept of breakfast in bed from the movie you guys had watched the other night. It was also obvious–and sweetly so–that you didn’t quite get it.

Which only made him smile wider as he bit back a laugh. 

“Thank you, kitten, I love it.”

“Really?” you asked hopefully, rocking back and forth on your feet as you watched him. 

“Really, the only thing that would make it better is if you got your cute butt back here in bed beside me so I can share all these goodies with you.”

“Okay!” you chirped, scrambling to return to bed and happily situating beneath his arm as he curled it over your shoulder. 

Still grinning, Ransom reached for the bag of M&Ms, popping it open and offering it to you. 

You eyed the sweets with interest, but hesitated, your warm gaze returning to Ransom before you leaned in and pressed a sweet kiss to his lips.

“Good morning,” you murmured, brushing your nose with his and making a happy sound as Ransom leaned in this time to give you a kiss.

“Very good morning,” he purred, giving your shoulder a squeeze before rattling the bag of candy at you.

He watched in amusement as you picked out your favorite color only before settling back to eat them, and of course sipping on some water at his encouragement as you two shared your very first breakfast in bed together.

A few weeks later, you experienced another first with Ransom.

Receiving a real gift, for the first time ever. 

He seemed more excited than usual as he returned from running a few errands in town, beelining to where you were keeping Ruby company in the kitchen as she prepped dinner. Ransom took your hand and pulled you away and into the living room, so it was just the two of you. 

“I have something for you,” he smiled, tugging you down beside him on the sofa before placing a flat square box in your lap. 

It was royal blue and tied shut with a silver ribbon that was arranged in a beautiful bow on top. You touched it carefully–reverently–before your soft, shy gaze flickered up to meet Ransom’s. 

“For me?”

He nodded. 

“Why?”

It was foreign to you, the concept of gifts. For so long, you had never had very many material possessions at all, let alone anything nice or special.

“Just because,” Ransom murmured, nodding to the box. “Go on, kitten, open it.”

You were so very careful as you untied the ribbon from the box, setting it aside and already planning to keep and cherish it forever. You lifted the lid and gasped at what you found inside–the most beautiful necklace you had ever seen. 

It was a flat, circular pendant with a dandelion engraved on it, and realizing what the image was had your eyes filling with happy tears as you remembered that day in the meadow with Ransom–your picnic and picking dandelions together. 

It was a moment that had felt so magical and special to you, and now this gift confirmed that it was something that Ransom held close to his heart too, and that made you nearly vibrate with joy. 

“You’re my wish come true,” you echoed your words from that day as you smiled over at Ransom, leaning against him and nuzzling his arm as he kissed the crown of your head.

You returned your gaze to the necklace, gingerly tracing around the pendant as you gazed at it and whispered an awe-filled, “So pretty!”

“You’re pretty,” Ransom murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Can I put it on you?”

“Yes please!” You sat up like a shot, bouncing in your seat and making Ransom laugh. 

“Here, turn that way a little,” he encouraged you to put your back to him as he scooped up the box and removed the necklace. 

He was careful as he put it on you, pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck. 

“Let me see.” 

You turned to him, smiling big and ecstatic as he observed your new accessory with satisfaction. 

“It’s perfect.” His eyes lifted to yours, so warm and soft as he said, “And so are you.”

Bouncing forward, you kissed him, petting his hair before pulling away and jumping to your feet. Ransom called after you as you scurried into the entryway, pausing before the huge antique mirror propped against the wall and nearly crying as you admired the pretty necklace sitting against the top of your chest. 

The only thing that made it more beautiful was when Ransom appeared behind you, looking amused, his eyes so bright and tender as he came up behind you and wrapped you in his arms. 

“You’re such a sweetheart,” he hummed as you immediately sank back against him, enjoying his embrace.

“Always want to see it,” you whispered, your gaze returning to the mirror–to your necklace–as you gently touched the pendant.

Ransom perked up at that, grinning as he said, “I have an idea. Come here.” 

He took your hand, chuckling as you pouted to be pulled away from staring at your new gift. He led you back into the living room, to the sofa, digging his cell phone from his back pocket before sitting down and pulling you down beside him, so close you were nearly in his lap. 

“Here, we’ll take your very first selfie,” he smiled at you, curling his arm around your shoulders, and tugging you close. 

You watched, confused, as Ransom fiddled with his phone before holding out in front of you both. And when he pressed his smooth cheek to yours, you hummed your content, glancing over at him with soft eyes as you heard a strange clicking sound. 

“We can take a few,” he muttered, readjusting how he held his phone.

When he leaned in close again, you got distracted, nuzzling into him like a kitten seeking affection, oblivious to the shutter sound of his phone camera going off a few times.

And hours later, that night in bed, once you were fast asleep and curled close to Ransom’s side, he scooped up his phone–still wide awake–and scrolled to his camera roll. 

To those selfies with you. 

As he swiped through each one, he felt himself melt more and more, because in every single photo, you were just gazing over at him in adoration. A little awe, too.

It was right there before his very eyes, how much you cared about him, like no one else ever had before, and it made something unfamiliar rise up in him. Something that had his eyes stinging and a lump swelling in his throat. Something that had this light, fluttery feeling he had never felt before invade his chest.

It had Ransom setting his phone aside and sinking down in bed beside you, curling up as close as possible so he could watch you sleep–looking so pretty and at peace–as he whispered, “You’re my wish come true, too” before kissing your forehead and holding you close.

You frowned from your spot curled up on the sofa, watching as Ransom paced across the living room. He seemed both anxious and excited as he stalked back and forth, muttering to himself.

He stopped suddenly, turning to you, his next words more for him than you. “It will be fine. He’ll just be here for the day. It will be good to see him. It’s not a big deal.”

You nodded tentatively, mustering a smile despite the way your belly fluttered with nerves. 

Because today you were meeting Ransom’s cousin. He was traveling out to the manor, and from what you understood, he lived far away, in the same city where Ransom used to live before being sent here. 

Ransom perked up, lips tilting at the sides, “And it will be so good for you! My cousin is a tech genius and low key hacker and was able to get a bunch of essential paperwork created for you. So now you’ll have an official birth certificate and social security card and passport, all the things you need or may ever need, you know?”

You nodded again, unsure of what any of that stuff was, but if Ransom said it was good, you believed him. “Thank you!”

As if on cue, the doorbell chimed, announcing the arrival of Ransom’s guest. 

“Come on!” he held out a hand to you, grasping it gently as you hopped to your feet and hurried to the front door alongside him. 

When Ransom opened the door, the smile froze on his face, his shoulders hunching as he spied not one familiar figure, but two.

“I cannot believe you were exiled to the fucking middle of nowhere,” Bryce laughed before his gaze flickered to you and widened. “Well, well, well, what do we have here?” He shoved his way inside, slapping Ransom’s chest as he gave you a wide, wicked grin. “Of course if anyone could bag some play in the middle of nowhere, it’s you.”

You didn’t understand half of what the stranger said, but the way he was looking at you made you feel scared, and you curled in on yourself as you retreated to hide behind Ransom. 

“Hey!” Ransom snapped. “Lay off, Bryce, don’t be a dick.”

“Geez, is that any way to greet your best friend after months away?”

Sneering, Ransom turned his attention to the second stranger still standing on the doorstep, his cousin who was aiming an apologetic smile Ransom’s way. “Jake. What the fuck?”

“Sorry,” Jake cringed, broad shoulders lifting to his ears. “He kind of just…wouldn’t take no for an answer after I mentioned coming out here to see you.”

Rolling his eyes with a huff, Ransom stood back, gesturing Jake inside. He took a deep breath, trying to shake off the unpleasant surprise before reaching for you and tugging you close. 

“Kitten, this is my cousin, Jake Jensen,” the big blonde with the kind eyes waved at you with a friendly smile that you hesitantly returned, “and this is Bryce.”

“Langley,” Bryce purred, touching his tongue to his teeth as he gave you a shameless onceover. “What’s your name, kitten?”

“Don’t fucking call her that,” Ransom snarled as you quietly whispered your name.

You felt on edge now, seeing Ransom so worked up all of the sudden, and also because Bryce was making you extremely uncomfortable even though you didn’t quite know why.

“Dude, chill, I thought you’d be happy to see us, damn.”

“So uh,” Jake stepped forward, nudging Bryce out of the way as he kept his tone light, trying to break the tension. “Here’s all of her documents. I fabricated everything she could possibly need.” He handed a large, brown envelope over to Ransom, keeping a second one for himself. He held it up, “And there’s a bunch of legal paperwork for us to go over and sign to move the app along to the next phase.”

At that, Ransom straightened, looking genuinely excited, which had you perking up, too. 

“What’s an app?” you asked curiously before you could stop yourself.

Bryce snorted, disbelieving as he gaped at you. “Who doesn’t know what a fucking app is? I know we’re in the country, but I didn’t realize we went back in time.”

You wilted at his mocking tone, but then Jake shifted to block Bryce from your view, his smile warm and encouraging as he explained,  “It’s like a program you can use on your cell phone or other devices to access various softwares or games or the like. We’re calling ours DIYbrary and it’s this really awesome one stop shop for all the DIY media that you could ever need. But instead of needing to go to Pinterest and YouTube and Google, you can find it all in one place!”

You understood nearly none of what Jake had just said, but he seemed so happy and enthusiastic about it that you smiled excitedly along with him as you said, “Wow!”

Watching you with an amused smile, Ransom touched your back, earning your gaze. “DIY means ‘do it yourself,’ so it’s kind of like an online place that will host all of this educational media–like tutorial videos and write ups–of how to do different things. Like cooking, crafting, gardening, pet care, all kinds of stuff.”

Better understanding what they were talking about–and how amazing it sounded–you hugged Ransom’s arm as you gazed up at him with big eyes. “And you made that?”

“We all did,” Ransom shrugged, his cheeks going rosy under your soft admiring gaze, as he gestured to the other two. 

“Eh, speak for yourself,” Bryce scoffed, moving further into the manor and gazing around with interest. “I was more there for moral support or whatever, but I’ll cash in on it anyway.”

You caught the way Jake’s eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched as he glared at Bryce, gripping the envelope of legal paperwork in his hand even tighter before he felt your gaze. He straightened, the hardness in his eyes fading away into something curious and knowing as he watched you, then Ransom, before a small smile tilted his lips.

“So, how about we get the boring paperwork out of the way?” he suggested. “Then we can catch up,” he told Ransom. “And get to know each other better,” he said to you. 

You perked up at that, your smile tentative. “Like, friends?”

“Yeah,” Jake murmured. “Like friends.”

You didn’t have many of those, but you had some, more now than ever before. You bounced excitedly on your feet as you told Jake, “Ruby and Savannah are my friends! Now you can be my friend, too!”

“Cool, I’d love to be your friend,” Jake replied earnestly. 

He shared a soft smile with Ransom before the latter turned to you and gave your back a rub before speaking to Jake.

“We can sit in the dining room. We have a whole lunch spread being set up on the back patio, so we can head out there after.”

He gestured to the doorway leading into the dining room, waiting for Jake and Bryce to go through before turning to you. 

“You can come sit with us if you want, or you can go help Ruby with setting up lunch, or just go hang out, whatever you want. I don’t want to force you to stick with me if you’ll be bored and uncomfortable.”

“I can go with Ruby?” you perked up at that idea. “You won’t be mad?”

“No, of course not,” Ransom smoothed a hand over your head. “I know it’s a lot, having new people around, and Bryce is just…”

“Mean,” you whispered. “He has mean eyes.”

Ransom grimaced. “Yeah, he’s…a lot. I’m sorry, I didn’t invite him, but he tends to just do what he wants anyway.” 

Wanting more than anything to smooth the furrow from Ransom’s brow, you chirped, “Jake is nice!”

“He is, he’s a good guy, that’s why I didn’t mind you meeting him.” Sighing, Ransom said, “Why don’t you go sit with Ruby?”

“Okay,” you nodded, eyes fluttering as Ransom ducked near and pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead. 

“They’ll only be here for a few hours, okay?”

“Okay.”

Despite knowing Ransom had to step away for a while, you pressed against him, sinking into his embrace as he held you for a moment, snuffling along your shoulder. 

“Dude,” Bryce scoffed from the doorway. “You coming or what?”

Stiffening, Ransom gave your back a rub before shooting you a small smile, then turning toward the dining room. 

You watched him go with a frown, shuddering as Bryce caught your gaze and shot you a wink before being shoved out of sight by Ransom. 

Jake rifled through the stack of legal paperwork, organizing it as Ransom and Bryce sat at the table on either side of him. 

Bryce smirked at Ransom, leaning across the table as he drawled, “So did they cut off your balls before they shipped you out here, too?” Laughing at Ransom’s irritated look, Bryce went on, “I’ve never seen you acting like such a fucking dope over some pussy.”

“Don’t talk about her like that,” Ransom growled.

“Wow, you have it bad, huh?” Bryce snorted, crossing his arms and slouching back in his seat. “Never thought I’d see the day that Hugh Ransom Drysdale would be tamed.”

“Shut up, Bryce,” Jake interrupted, shoving some papers his way, and a pen along with them. “Sign or initial anywhere there’s a little sticky arrow.”

Rolling his eyes, Bryce didn’t bother to read any of the fine print before him, just started to scribble his signature as needed to get it over with. 

Jake turned to Ransom, setting papers and pen before him now too. “Same deal for you.” He hesitated before leaning close, keeping his voice low as he met Ransom’s wary gaze. “She seems really sweet. I’m glad I could help and…I’m happy for you, Ransom.”

Ransom’s face softened, but he didn't say anything, focusing his attention on the paperwork before him as he started to review it all. 

Still smiling, Jake turned his attention to his own stack of contracts and legalese.   

Ransom and Jake had barely started when Bryce scribbled his final signature with a flourish before shoving the paperwork away and rising to his feet. “Where’s the bathroom? I gotta take a leak.”

“Through that doorway then down the end of the hall,” Ransom pointed without looking up. 

“Be right back,” Bryce hummed, smiling to himself–in a devious way–as he sauntered from the room and out of sight.

You turned off the bathroom faucet and dried your hands on the soft towel, pausing as you caught sight of yourself in the mirror, and specifically your dandelion necklace.

Grinning you leaned in closer to the mirror, touching the pretty pendant for a second before straightening, because you had things to do! Fun things! 

You were excited to help Ruby set up the table on the patio. You loved making the spreads so pretty and inviting, and the yummy food was your favorite, too. 

Opening the bathroom door, you gave a squeak when you found Bryce waiting on the other side. You got a glimpse of his devious smirk before he was pressing so close that you stumbled away from him and back into the bathroom. 

He followed you, shutting the door behind him before pressing you up against the bathroom counter and grinning at your startled look. 

“God, look at you, you have sweet good girl coming off of you in waves.” He hummed, his gaze slowly drifting down the length of you. 

When he reached out and tugged on the hem of your dress, fingers grazing your bare thigh, you shied away, shoulders hunching as your eyes burned with tears and your heart hammered in your chest.

You hadn’t felt this scared and unsafe since the last time you had been in the shed with your poppy, but this was different, too. Something about the way Bryce was looking at you made you feel dirty.

When his fingers touched your bare skin again, trailing higher, you jolted, trying to turn away with a quavered, “No, please.” 

But you had nowhere to go in the tight space, and certainly not with Bryce looming so close, his tall frame brushing up against you as you hugged yourself and tried not to cry.

“Has Ransom fucked you yet?” Bryce asked, grinning when you trembled harder and sniffled. “Yeah, of course he has. Who could resist such a sweet, innocent temptation? Especially when he has fuck all to do out here.”

“Want to leave now,” you trembled bravely, eyes flickering up to Bryce’s, fear zipping up your spine at the malice glittering in his gaze. 

He ignored your request, resting his hands on the counter on either side of you, trapping you before him as he leaned in close. 

“You know Ran and I have shared women before, maybe he’ll share you with me, too.”

You shook your head, then whimpered when Bryce suddenly grabbed your chin, his grip harsh and painful as he tipped your face back and leaned in so close his nose brushed yours. 

“I bet you’d cry so pretty taking two cocks at once, kitten.”

He turned your face to the side, leaning in to drag his nose along your cheek before he pressed a kiss to your skin. His mouth brushed your ear as he whispered, “I’ve known Ransom practically his whole life, and you’re one in a very long line of fuck ‘em and chuck ems.” 

Bryce turned your tearful eyes back his way, smirking when he saw his meaning register in your hurt gaze. “It’s just a matter of time before Ransom gets bored with you and leaves you, too.” He shifted closer, pressing his hips against you, and you gasped as you felt his hardness twitch against your belly. “But if you’re nice to me, show me what a good girl you can be, maybe I’ll keep you company once he’s gone and you’re all alone.”

You shook your head, both at Bryce’s lewd offer, and the thought of Ransom leaving you–of being all alone. Again.

Your tears finally spilled over, and Bryce laughed meanly, shoving away from you before slipping out of the bathroom and leaving you there to tremble and cry as you sank back against the counter, shaken. 

Ransom frowned as he found the dinner table set for two, but you completely MIA. 

He didn’t think it too odd that you didn’t join him, Jake, and Bryce for lunch, because he could tell you were uncomfortable by their visit. He figured you were off hiding away upstairs until they were gone.

And now they were and had been for a while, but Ransom hadn’t seen hide nor hair of you in hours.

Calling your name, he jogged upstairs, heading toward his bedroom and feeling his chest tighten when you weren’t in there either. 

“Kitten!” Turning on his heel, Ransom rushed down the hall and toward the guestroom you had stayed in those first couple of weeks but hadn’t occupied in months, not since you had started to spend your nights in his bed. 

The room was just as untouched as ever, but as he turned to leave, he heard a muffled sound coming from the closet. 

He hurried to the door and pulled it open, his stomach sinking as he found you curled up on the floor, hugging one of his sweaters, your eyes rimmed red from crying. 

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Ransom asked, sinking to his knees before you. “What happened?”

“Don’t leave, please!” you wobbled, reaching for him and clinging to him desperately as you babbled and hiccupped, “I’ll be good! I’ll be smarter and better! Please. Please, Ransom! Don’t leave me all alone!”

“Hey, I am not leaving you,” Ransom promised, gathering you close and hugging you tight.

“Promise!” you begged, holding up your trembling pinky. 

“I promise,” Ransom said, fixing you with a very serious look as he gently hooked his pinky around yours and gave it a shake. 

Rather than reassure you, his promise only seemed to distress you more, and Ransom could only watch–completely at a loss–as your face crumpled, and you sank against him, clutching onto him for dear life as you cried harder than before.

Ohhhhh, this sweet, traumatized bean. Stupid, gross Bryce!!!! It was only a matter of time before the outside world worked its way into their lil bubble 😭

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[cutebbyprincess]

oh poor kitten 😔💔 ew Bryce is terrible. Hope Ran finds out n kicks his ass lol

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reblog if you wear glasses. too many mutuals don't know they have glasses wearers in their midsts