#*friend

“Oh no…” I gasp quietly at the sight of tiny glass shards embedded in my kneecaps.

It’s fine. I don’t really feel it. I’m invincible. A little glass doesn’t hurt, and any pain I feel inside—or out—will all disappear once I finally start drinking.

Girl, is this bad fanfiction?

He’s got inches on my over-six-foot-tall friend and I lick my lips because fuck is he the kind of man I’d love to pop my cherry. I’d make him take that stupid mask off the right side of his face though. Granted it’s pretty hot, too. My mind keeps racing, imagining all of the positions I’ve watched on porn sites this week for the million times I tried to get off by myself.

This coming weekend we are road tripping to meet this girlie for a meet and greet with Bucky to see if he approves.

My friend is in the midst of a health crisis and needs to rehome their 2 bullies. They reached out to me and I got lucky enough to have rescue friends respond to my fb post. If all goes well, Bucky will have a sister and the other dog (best as a single dog) has a great place to rescue and foster him.

If things don't work out with Bucky, a mary poppins of a foster family is interested in fostering this girl, possibly even adopting.

I really want it to work with Bucky, but I am grateful that we have some opportunities beyond it.