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" how did you get this ? â / @nearends
#nearends#* interactions / t. servopoulos.#for ellie !#* v. tess / tbt.#oh ??????#curious tess#u can tell her ellie............she won't tell joel#he stinks anyways#lmk if u want something different !! <3
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nail ramen delivery boy moments
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#yugioh#nail saionji#yugioh sevens#donuts doodles#nail would peek in windows as a delivery boy. hes just curious to see what youre watching on tv. and he will judge you accordingly#i love ramen delivery boy nail hes so sillay#I HAVENT MADE A COMIC IN A WHILE.. thankyou my friend tess for the idea smiles
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For the Aurora Fans:
There is no third option you must pick one.
#Iâve always thought so#and seen a few others agree#but curious to how everyone else feels#comic aurora#aurora comic#tess aurora#tess ruunaser#aurora#osp red
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// Have you guys mentioned me to your IRLs...
And if so... What have you said to them about me...
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""Angel"", he calls me Does he know that I'm falling? From a precipice that I tripped off long ago?" -- the fruits, Paris Paloma
I drink sweet wine from your hands, grown out of grapes from a secret garden, one not guarded by gods, but overgrowing like dandelions in a derelict desert. You rock me in your arms as I close my eyes, letting my soul leave on a trip while I relish in gentle touches, which leave nail marks and plum-like sploches across my skin.
You stroke my temple, your thumb tangled in my hair. You mastered tenderness in a way an angel would not know, for their golden eyes can pierce arteries and snap bones like olive branches. You lick your lips, marveling at how mine glow like poisoned apples, oozing like a ripe pomegranate after a crisp autumn.
Like a vampire, you find you way into my blood. Like a wild deer, I leap and retreat from the distant clearing,
finding an escape route through my own hind legs, hoping the end of the world isn't too far away.
What will happen if you find your way between my legs? Will you find a garden of ravishing, scarlet treats, or will you only be left in burning tears, lamenting in your naivete?
Candied sweetness is the currency needed to attract wayward travelers; eyes of a sparkling sea, hair drifting like a cloud. A wavering silence which lets the sparrows sing their own symphonies, or a possible requiem, for what has been conceived under a winding spire.
"Three Leahs for one Rachel"-- but I'm myself, in a willow's trunk. I never saw myself dying for someone else's birth; I knew it when a rock hovered over my face, and an offering was made for all lovers. Years will pass, but I still remember that bergamot kiss--acidic and bitter, lingering in my mouth as I take others in, where not even vinegar and salt can heal. --Elda Mengisto
#poetry#my poetry#poets on tumblr#poetry on tumblr#affair#trauma#poetry inspired by music#napowrimo#i suddenly thought of tess of the d'urbervilles#i don't know why#the juxtaposition of innocence and sin is curious#poeticstories#lust#trust#writingthestorm
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Just out of pure curiosity
#I think I know the answer lmaoo#Iâm just curious tbh#tess servopoulos#tess servopoulos x reader#the last of us
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boy do I have a story time for ya'll
#but I'm gonna spill it tmrw#hehe gonna keep ya'll curious#yes ik im evil but I'm gonna go sleep now#tess rambles
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â TASTE ME WHEN SHE'S KISSING YOU â
pairing. abby anderson x fem!reader x owen!pissoff
TASTE ME WHEN SHE'S KISSING YOU, being friends with benefits with abby is no easy feat, continuously finding yourself at odds with what you know is logic and a heavy heart but at tess and joelâs wedding, push comes to shove. putting you and abby between a rock and a hard place.
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warnings y disclaimers. eighteen+, wedding!au, cheating, friends to lovers (kinda?), abby in a fucking suit, lowkey!mean abby, smidge of sub!abby, slight daddy!kink, angst + fluff + smut ps the whole trifecta, light bondage (r!tied up), fingering, 69ing, pussy munching, anal teasing, mean!abby, sub!reader, reader desc. feminine, anti-owen energy, lowkey mel slander.
wc. 21k+
hi guys! it's finally here! m'so proud of this one created with my love, @absfawn. this baby is our pride and joy, we had the most fun writing this together and hope y'all enjoy it as well. if you like it, let us know! feedback truly means a lot. anyways, happy reading!




Things have always been challenging for both of you. From the moment you met, friendship blossomed, sustaining for years, longer than Abby expected. Sheâs grateful for you but doesnât know how you still tolerate her. An inkling can be found in the pit of her stomach, and every time her gaze catches you, thereâs a hope that terrifies her. Almost a promise or a future she knows she wants but doesnât think she can ever have.Â
Itâs been like this since the moment the two of you met.Â
She remembers the first time she spoke of you, with Tess and Joel at the monthly dinner they had every first of the month, the light in her bright blues putting the full moon to shame. While Joel just chucked it up to a blossoming friendship, Tess could see something different â something bright. It shocked Tess even more when Abby brought Owen when she came to visit and not you. Her shine didnât exist when Abby was with her boyfriend, but it did with you. Just a few months later, Tess met you, and she chucked when she saw how Abby couldnât keep your eyes off of you. She constantly tended to you, ensuring you were comfortable, or the not-so-subtle hand rubbing your thigh sweetly.Â
Joel was clueless about the behavior, but Tess could see it clearly as day.Â
Tess had never seen Abby so full of joy, not since her mother had so tragically been taken away from her.Â
Ever since her motherâs passing, Tess has been the one to take her under her protective wing. She was one of the very few Abby couldnât count on, gracious to be there to hold her hand and wipe her tears when she lost her mother in her early teen years. As much as Abby loves her Father, the moments she misses her mom are more vigorous than one would like to admit. The specific way she would braid her golden hair or the tender kiss she would leave on her temple before she wished Abby goodnight. Her age didnât matter; her mom never let her feel unloved from the moment she held her as a newborn. Abbyâs curious eyes were all it took for mom to be enamored with her daughter.Â
When her grades started slipping, and her absence at school became apparent, her soccer coach snapped her out. She let Abby talk about her mom when her Father, Jerry, was too weak to discuss the elephant in the room. Abby never blames him; she is the love of his life, and he mourns her every day. He looks at her bright blues, and the touch of green surrounding the irises reflects her mothers. She also talked about how soft spoken Abby is, how particular she is with her tidiness, and how she learned to braid her hair like her mother used to.Â
Ever since then, the bond they shared nearly became unbreakable.Â
Tess never had a child of her own, and she never could either, but with Abby, it almost felt like she was one of her ownâthe adoptive daughter she didnât even know she needed but couldnât imagine her life without. Even if Abby has to take a flight to see her, they never miss their Sunday afternoon call, where they catch up on the nonsense in both of their lives.Â
Itâs one of the most incredible comforts Abby has. Sheâll treasure it for as long as she has Tess, her second chance at a motherâs love, she likes to call it. However, Abby couldnât get away with hiding in the dark sometimes because of how close they were. Especially when she brought you over for the holidays for the first time.Â
Two Years EarlierâŚ
âI donât know whatâs going on with you and Owen or you and her, but donât mess it up with her.â Tess mumbles as they watch from a distance. There you are, Joel, and you, her Father, Jerry, preparing Thanksgiving dinner. You look happy. It brings a delightful smile to Abby. It feels right, you being here with her, how easy all of it is except for why itâs so painfully not.Â
âYeah, I might be putting my foot in my mouth with this one,â Abby admits. She sips on the chilled beer you brought her a few moments ago.Â
âSomething is going on, isnât it? Showing up with her instead of Owen is surely saying something.â Tess huffs out ironically. âCanât imagine one like that is too keen on someone other than himself taking up time in your life.âÂ
âI suppose something is going on,â Abby says so quickly that Tess almost misses it.Â
âAbigail Anderson.âÂ
âI know! Okay, Iâll stop it. I justââ She pauses to look at you, making an effort with her Father as Jerryâs probably telling you some old joke youâve already heard three too many times, but you humor him.Â
âYou love her.âÂ
âI donâtââÂ
âDonât even, Abigail.â The older woman bites back. Abby opens her mouth to say a line of defense, but it says so openly that she thinks a fly might go ahead and make a home.Â
Tess has always been a no bullshit kind of woman. She was never one to beat around the bush; she always directly called out Abby on her own shit. When it stunk, she would be the first to tell her.Â
âI donât have to tell you how this looks, do I?âÂ
âNope. Weâre crystal clear.âÂ
Dinner goes off without a hitch. There is roasted hamâthe biggest ham Abby has ever seenâmashed potatoes, green bean casserole, beets, sweet potatoes, and her favoriteâapple pie. Everyone digs in rather quickly. The Southern meal does wonders for the heart but silences the makeshift family. Abby can hear Joel moan as he stuffs his mouth full of potatoes.Â
Her dad keeps the conversation light, asking where Ellie is. Apparently, her flight got snowed in. She missed the original flight due to not setting an alarm, resulting in oversleeping an hour past her flight. Everyone is quietly talking when you notice some gravy dribbling down her lips.Â
âHere, Abs, let me get it.â Instead of using your napkin to clean up the mess, your thumb wipes it off her pink and pouty lips, doing it all with a sweet smile on your face. As if it had never happened, you dig back into your food.Â
You miss it.Â
Tess gives Abby a deadly look, her eyes bugging at the mannerisms. How close the two of you must be that Abby, who isnât one for physical touch, let you do something so intimate and so easily at that. Raising her eyebrows as if to signal if it genuinely happened, Abby measly shrugged at Tess as if it was no big deal.Â
The rest of the night, Abby was mindful of how close they got to you, but you seemed to really not give a fuck. After you were done eating, your head resting on her shoulder as you lightly engaged in conversation, the food doing its job, nearly subduing you into a small comatose.Â
No more than a few hours later, you have a glass of wine as you sit next to Abby, joking with Joel as you rub the back of her muscular back. Drawing random patterns on her spine as she nearly moans from the tingles sent through your body.Â
This is everything Abby wants at her fingertips; you are everything sheâs ever wanted. The way youâre so soft, delicate when you handle other people, how when you comfort her, itâs the warmest sheâs felt in god knows how long. She thinks of Owen and how he makes her feel, but it doesnât make her feel anything at times, not the intensity she feels in the rapid beat of her heart each time she feels your comforting touch or your sweet voice dripping honey all over her.Â
Life has always been in black and white â good and bad choices for her.Â
But none of this seemed to be that simple.Â
Especially since sheâs the said person making the questionable decisions. Desperately, she finds herself forced to think of it each time Tess throws her a glance each time you do something entirely too intimate for a platonic, casual friend. Nothing about this is purely a token of friendship, but the only person questioning it is the woman who knows her like the back of her hand.Â
The last night sheâs there, her urges give in, especially when youâre begging for it. Itâs not even thirty minutes since you went to the guest bedroom, separate from her own, and youâre knocking on her door. Your pupils are dilated, thighs rubbing against one another, your perky tits visible through the think tank top and pajama shorts youâre wearing.Â
It isnât long before youâre in her bed, deliciously placed on top of her with you, with your slick folds gliding against her. Even with as good as it feels, how close Abby knows sheâs getting, the tight knot in her stomach begging to be released, she savors the moment. Itâs a slight tick she has, watching you as you use her body to feel the euphoric rise. The headboard creaks as you roll your hips. Abby should care that someone might hear them, but when your pace increases, her body twitches, and she loses control, finding it difficult for anything else to cross her mind. The irresistible high Abby rides sends you into your own, your body collapsing on top of her.Â
With the palm of her hands, she soothes your back, rubbing her hands up and down your spine, your body shaking from the orgasm.Â
Maybe itâs the holidays or seeing you with her family. The words she desperately wants to say threaten to spill over her tongue. Almost as if you can sense it, your lips find hers as you reach backward to grab her hands, intertwining them with your own before pinning them over her head. A flutter fills the blonde as you kiss along her jaw sweetly before finding her lips again, telling her everything you know the both of you canât say.Â
âCause the reality is Abby isnât yours to hold, but the two of you will keep pretending like she is. You fall asleep cuddled into her frame, your soft breath grazing into her neck, sending shivers down her spine. Just like every night this happens, Abby canât sleep.Â
From a very young age, Abby has always been one to worry, keeping her up all night. Her mother had to convince her to take melatonin, which dissolves on her tongue just so she could get sleep throughout grade school. As the years passed, her life became more complicated, and the amount of sleep she got seemed to decrease substantially.Â
Carefully, she untangles her limbs, not wanting to disturb your peaceful slumber. She blows a puff of smoke, swinging back and forth on the porch swing, and the moonlight kisses her cheeks. As much as Abby likes to deny it, the holidays make her miss home, but sheâs found another thousands of miles away thatâs hard to give up.Â
Of course, Tess canât sleep either.Â
She takes the bud from Abbyâs grip and takes a hit herself.Â
âYou know these are so bad for you.â Tess shakes her head, the draw she has peeping through.Â
âNot bad enough for you, huh?â Abby giggles as Tess rolls her eyes. If she looks closely enough, she sees the little thirteen year old mamaâs girl before her eyes. The sentiment nearly makes Tessâ eyes water. Itâs been such a long time since sheâs seen the bright-eyed athlete this blissful. âGuess not, Abigail.âÂ
âJerry was talkinâ about you and her after yâall retreated for the night.â Abbyâs eyes quirk up, her body language becoming rigid at the mention of you. She tries to ease her nerves, taking another hit as she allows the cannabis to infiltrate her lungs, almost holding a candle to the insatiable addiction she has for you. âOh yeah?âÂ
She passes the joint back to Tess as she takes another hit, blowing it into the crispy fall wind as it kisses the oak tree hovering over the house. Abby isnât sure why it puts her own edge or why there is a need to protect you from any further suspicions. The status of her current relationship, the one she has with you, why Owen isnât here with her, and why you are. Itâs an answer she doesnât really have yet. Â
âLess arguing with her than Owen. Itâs what he joked about, nothing serious. Unwound that neck of yours, thought youâd be less tense with all that creaking.âÂ
âTess!âÂ
âWhat? Iâm old, not deaf.âÂ
Abby canât help the blush creeping up her neck, crawling to her freckled cheeks. She doesnât want to smile or expose her feelings about you more than tonight, but she fails. It creeps on her just like you have. The only thing sheâs sure of is it wonât halt anytime soon. This deep hole sheâs dug herself in just gets her closer to hell, but sinning has never felt so euphoric. She feels it every time your sweet taste dances on her tongue or your giggle is so light it fills everyone in the room with joy. Her favorite has to be your smile. Abby swears sheâs seeing an angel for the first time.Â
âJust say it. If you canât tell anyone else, tell me. You canât tell her right now, or that girl will run in another direction, leaving you with that sorry excuse for a man by your side.â Tess huffs as Abby rolls her eyes.Â
âHeâs not that bad.âÂ
âHe must be that bad if youâre hooking up with someone who isnât your boyfriend, Abigail.â Abbyâs mouth opens, and no words manage to crawl out as she looks at Tess with wide eyes. Sure, she was a blunt and honest person most of the time, but she could have saved Abby the trouble of being so fucking honest for just a moment. Just to save her already breaking heart.Â
âSânot what it isââ
âNo?â Tess cocked her head to the side, looking at Abby silently, almost as if she was trying to figure her out. âThen what is it? Just us here, Abby. Like I said if you canât turn to anyone else and speak to them about whatever the fuck is going on, at least speak to me. Is that not what I told you years ago? If you are ever having a problem or an issue, you come to me, and I will do my best to help you.â
Abby lowers her head in shame or frustrationâshe has no idea whichâand inhales deeply. âItâs sânot that easy. You think me sitting here, smoking with you, is going to make it easier? Because I wonât. I donât know why youâre trying so hard.â
âBecause I love you, and I donât want to see you or anyone else hurt in the process.â Sheâs blunt again, but her serious face falters just a little bit when Abby nods slowly. âAbbyââ
âYou donât understand. You donât understand how much it hurts,â Her blue eyes pierce into Tessâs, and she feels her heart break piece by piece. âYou donât, you have Joel, you have each other, a love you share doesnât always happen to everyone else. I wonât get a love like yours because mâjust fucking up my life by hurting everyone who walks into it. Owen doesnât even look at me the same anymore, and what am i supposed to do? Slap on a smile and act like thatâs fuckin normal? And when he is fine? Itâs not important enough for him to see. Being with her is something I havenât felt or had before.â
âYou either tell her you love her or you end it, sâânot right, and you know it. Youâre just stringing her along.âÂ
âYou think I donât fucking know that?â Abby scoffs and tugs at her hair with a soft growl under her breath. âYou think I donât think about that whenever I tell her to leave? Even though she can make my shitty night into something perfect? Do you think mânot thinking that the entire time? What do you want me to say to her? I love you, but I canât ruin your life because I love fucking up mine?â She laughs, one Tess can smell is fake, and shrugs to herself.Â
âEverything Iâve had, or had, gets taken from me, and when I find the one thing that mâhere for, and I canât do anything but see her behind closed doors, those stupid glances and smiles that make my heart feel like itâs going to rip out my chest? Thatâs what is fucking keeping me alive. Just to see her fuckin face, to see her smile, makes me feel alive. It makes me feel again.â Abby finally looks up at Tess, the walls sheâs built up for years slowly crack. âYou think I donât know mâbreaking her heart because I have no idea what I'm doing with my life right now? You're wrong if you think I donât because I spend endless nights hating myself for it. No one will ever hate me more than I hate myself, Tess.â
For once, Tess is stunned into silence. Abby closed herself off from friends and family as she grew older, never opening up about her feelings and emotions. Even if people said it wasnât a healthy thing to do, she never listened and kept at it. âNo one hates you, Abby.â Her voice is quiet and cautious as she reaches for Abbyâs hand, a hand thatâs suddenly grown colder as the minutes pass.
âI hate myself,â Abbyâs voice cracks, a younger shell of herself clawing its way out. âI hate myself and donât know what to do.â
âYou need to start being honest with yourself, Abby.â Tess smiled, reaching up and wiping Abbyâs tears away with a soft touch. âHow badly do you love her?â
âTo the point, I canât be without her.â
Abbyâs body leans more into Tessâs touch the longer she wipes away her tears and rests her head on her shoulder. âThen you have to tell her, you know? I know the entire situation is a fucked up one, at best, but youâre still hurting yourself. I donât want you to hate yourself, and I donât want you to end up being hurt in the end. Do you understand where Iâm coming from? Thatâs all I want for you, to be happy. Thatâs all Iâve ever wanted for you, Abigail.â
âShe makes me happy, Tess.â
âI know, Sweetheart,â Tess mumbles against her temple and brushes loose strands of hair behind her ear. âTalking and admitting things isnât easy for you like it is for others. I know that, but you canât keep holding in how you feel because you are scared to hurt the person whoâs supposed to take care of you. We can see you arenât happy with Owen, Abby, everyone can see it but you and him. If you love her and not him, you need to tell her. Iâm here, Iâm always here if you need that extra bit of help, but getting how you feel off your chest, to her, will do you good.â
Abby makes a sound between a groan and a huff before nodding against Tessâs shoulder slower than a snail slides. âMâtrying. Everyday mâtrying but itâs just so hard.â
âIâm not telling you to tell her about the day when you would throw a fit when I tried to brush your hair or would slap the scissors out my hand whenever you asked me to cut your hair; you donât have to rush yourself, I know that people are hurting but you are also hurting, and thatâs the last thing I want for you. Go at your own pace, but donât leave it too late, Abby. People only wait for a certain amount of time.â
âWhat if Iâve already lost her?â Abby canât help but insecurely ask.
âI donât think she would still be happy to see you if you lost her, Abigail. The girl isnât going anywhere, but she might if you donât tell her how you really feel. I can see the way she looks at you, itâs the same way Joel looks at me, actually,â Tess laughed, slapping Abbyâs head lighty when she playfully made gagging sounds. âEnough of that.â
âYes, Maâam.â
âAs I was saying, she looks at you like you hung all the stars in the sky. If you lost her, she wouldnât continue to look at you like that. That is all I'm saying. Given how shitty the entire situation is right now, I Can tell you that girl is not going anywhere. You just need that extra push to tell her how you really feel, okay?â
Abby lifts her head and looks at Tess, her eyes red and slightly puffy; a small smile appears on her lips before she nods again. âOkay,â She sucked in a deep breath. âIâll try. Thank you.â The blonde sniffles.
âThatâs what Iâm here for, to make sure you stay out of shit like this,â Tess jokes while Abby simply rolls her eyes. âYouâre the best thing in my life, Abby, I hate to see you so upset.â
âI thought Joel was the best thing in your life?â
âWhat he doesnât know doesnât hurt him, you will always be my favourite person. Just think next time before something like this happens, for my sake. Iâm getting older, you know.â She shoves Abbyâs shoulder with hers gently and squeezes her hand. âI love you. Even if you have ruined my makeup.â
That has Abby on alert, her eyes widening as she looks at Tess to find the once perfect mascara smudged under her eyes. âDid I make you cry? Mâsorryââ
âI give a shit about you, Abby. When youâre hurt, Iâm hurt because youâre in pain, and sometimes I donât know what to do to make you feel better,â She admitted softly. âIf you think I can sit here and not cry when youâre telling me you hate yourself, then you are stupid. It breaks my heart to know you think so little of yourself. Youâre perfect, you hear me? No matter what is happening, youâre worth so much more. You deserve so much more than what heâs giving you. If heâs the reason you think of yourself so little of yourself like this, Iâll park my foot up his ass.â
A wet laugh rips through Abbyâs throat before she can stop it and Tess is just happy that Abbyâs already feeling just a little better. âI would like to see that,â She giggled, wiping her eyes and shaking her head. âItâs notâ I think Iâve just started hating myself over the years because itâs easier than loving myself. I donât know, sometimes I don't think mâgood enough for anyone so hating myself seemed easier, mâworking on it, I promise.âÂ
âYouâre good enough, Abigail. Youâre more than enough. I donât care if it takes me years, iâll make you see how perfect you are. You deserve more than heâs ever given you. I just wish you would see that. She makes you happy, he doesnât. You and her work. I only had to find you both looking at each other with that smile, and I knew. You canât hide anything from me, ever. Itâs impossible.â Tess smiled, a smile that Abby missed when she was always so serious.
âI love you,â Abby chokes out, voice slightly rough and raspy, but she gets it out. âI know I donât tell or show you enough, but I do love you. I know that I don't say anything enough, but thank you, and not just for tonight. It has been for every night, every day, since I was younger. For never giving up on me when some days I really wished you would. Some days, you would look at me, and I just wished you would give up on me because I didnât want to disappoint someone else I love.â
âYou never disappoint me, Abby. You could never do that.â
âNot even right now?â
âYou might have put yourself in a stupid place right now, but that doesnât mean youâve disappointed me. Thatâs something that you could seriously never do. You just need to think about what you want and do it. No more holding back. Take that leap and go for what you want.â
âI want her. Iâve always only ever wanted her, Tess.â
âThen stop crying in my arms and go get your girl.âÂ
âÂ
Two Years LaterâŚ
Abby, now more than ever, wonders if sheâs truly become this malignant villain. Even with good intentions, she still manages a way to wreak havoc in your life â only wishing to be your savior but somehow ending up your heinous villain. The rose colored glasses covering your perfect, beautiful eyes, not being able to see whatâs so clearly in front of you.Â
For there is a day like today, where she canât even stand to look at herself in the mirror. Itâs a truly, unsettling, aching feeling that wells in her chest before it sinks to her stomach. Silently, she tells herself, this will be the last. You deserve more than this.Â
She promises to end things with Owen, her long standing boyfriend, the needle in your spin. The needle in the haystack you need to pluck and throw into another dimension. Every time you bring him up, Abby closes herself off or redirects the subject. If thereâs one thing she despises, itâs talking about him when sheâs with you. She tells herself it doesnât but the guilt consumes her, not for being with you but because sheâs unable to give you what you deserve.Â
Abby canât quite stop herself from dragging her feet in the mud, the impending blow of her relationship with Owen is near but still halts. A safety net may be the cause of her hollow demise, but itâll be there to catch her.Â
You question why she needs him at all.Â
Late night booty calls where sheâll have to make up some lie to Owen as she seeks the refuge of the nectar she craves on her salivating lips, how the insatiable blonde wonât stop until youâre coating over lips entirely, the sweet sensation dancing on her tongue as she swallows every drop. When sheâs practically dying for a taste, you never say no to her, even if you should, you're not capable of it. Even if her intentions are well placed she still takes advantage of the situation.Â
Abby wonders if itâs obvious how much craves for a moment of your undivided attention. Do you know how much you replay in her mind? The moans rivaling a symphony, the one she imagines as Abby gets off to the thought of you. Thick, long fingers stuffed in her cunt as she contemplates if you do the same. It seems you must when youâre calling her tonight, moaning her name softly as you beg her to come over. Even if she was just there last night, Abby would come running like a dog digging for their favorite bone.
As long as you asked, she will always come.Â
It isnât until after when youâre so blissed and fucked out, the guilt surfaces again, practically substituting the blood supply pumping through her veins. Hazy eyes clouded with lust and love look at her, the damn look always getting her in this bed with you. To no avail, itâs a cycle she created and enabled, the two of you too weak with need to break.Â
Abby feels shame when she doesnât let the love reach her eyes, the love that reaches yours every time you look at her. Sheâs envious of it. How open your love expands even when sheâs done nothing but tangle you up in her web of lies and deceit.Â
Sheâs only snapped out of her thoughts when you run your fingers through her golden hair, her blocked blues, void of any tell of what sheâs thinking looks at you again, really looks instead of just staring off into whatever has her so tripped up. She tries anyway.Â
âBaby, come back to me.âÂ
The pad of your thumb caresses her scarred cheek, delicately tracing patterns into her soft skin, but you know she wonât come back. Not mentally, not until thereâs distance from what the both of you did. Until it happens again and this is where the both of you land again.Â
âI donât knowââ You shut her up, lips locking with her even softer ones, pink and swollen from the past few hours.Â
âStop. Please? Would you just look at me?âÂ
âI amâŚlooking.âÂ
âBaby?â You speak softly, so delicate it makes Abby nearly whine. The name of endearment, as soon as it falls, engraves your name on another piece of her heart. Each time youâre sweeter to her than she deserves, a little part of her is given to you. Abby isnât sure how much she has left that doesnât belong to you.Â
Every bit of it is yours to have, even if you decide you donât want it, her heart will always belong to you.Â
âYeah?â She leans into your touch, even if itâs just for a singular second, you pick up on it.Â
âCan you stay tonight?â You plead as you crane your neck to look at her from a better angle, fully coming off your high, until itâs replaced with a new one. Every second you look at her it feeds the endless addiction you have for her, the drug you need more and more every day.Â
âYeah, Iâll stay.â Her voice is full of rasp as she agrees to your request. Then she uses her strength to pull you back on top of her. Your face rests against hers as you find warmth in the crook of her neck, smelling the familiar oak scent laced with vanilla as she runs a gentle hand up and down your spine. Even if youâre afraid this will stop at any given moment, you cherish the moment.Â
Abby starts telling you about her day, all the stupid little shit, just boring no sequential errands she was running to fill her days. Itâs strangely domestic, a side she doesnât expose often. With you or anyone. The complaints about Abbyâs stone wall are said often to Mel. How sheâs nearly stoic these days, staying in the confinements of her own mind, watching as the world passes her by instead of living in it.Â
What neither of them neglect to know she is, but itâs done in such secrecy the omission must die on your tongue. The dirty little secret you must protect like an oath you donât remember swearing, but with Abby itâs all the same.Â
You would do anything for her. As much as it hurts in the big moments when she canât be here with you, it heals you when sheâs in your bed, caressing your back, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. Promises you want to believe, a complement of how pretty you are, or how much she misses you in the time youâre subjected to spend apart. Itâs when youâre strong, when you want more but know you canât have it so it makes you upset. Enough to the point where you distance yourself but ultimately this is where it always ends up. Not just for you, but for her too.Â
âMâsorry Iâve been avoiding you.â You confess, easier to say it when you donât have to look at her.Â
âItâs okay.â Abby thinks you should just leave her, cut her out of your life, leave her broken and bleeding. It should be the penance she pays for holding so much time in your life.Â
âItâs not. You wouldnât do it to me.â Abby sighs but she wraps you up in her strong arms, pulling you closer to her, if it was even possible. âI do sometimes, itâs not entirely true.âÂ
As you stroke her blonde hair, running your fingers through the strands you ask her something, a terrifying thought that feels you with so much dread, your hands begin to shake.Â
âAbby?â It isnât the usual way you say her name, itâs void of emotion which makes her create a slight distance so she can look at you. Youâre trying so hard not to cry, choking back the tears as but they start to slip, viciously without your permission. An instant, the girl below you starts wiping them away, doing her best to soothe you. âWhatâs wrong?â Laced with concern as you try to avoid her overpowering gaze, because if you do, you wonât get out what you need to say. Youâll fall into her, unable to find yourself, trapped in the abyss of the woman you love.Â
âJust promise me.âÂ
âPromise you what?âÂ
âPromise youâll be honest with me. Promise me if you get bored with me, if this becomes too much for you or if you decide itâs him and not me, youâll tell me. I can handle all of this but I canât handle being lied to or being shoved in the dark.âÂ
It doesnât take her more than a second to respond, âI promise. Youâll always have my honesty.â Abby locks her lips with yours, you whimper in her mouth, so loudly itâs nearly pathetic. She tastes the saltiness of your tears, the anguish funneling beneath you. Truthfully, she doesnât blame you. Two and a half years and youâre still here. Abby knows she doesnât deserve for you to be but you are. With the wedding coming up and her going with Owen, your place by her side is insignificant, making you wish things were different.Â
Abby tries to tell you how she feels through the kiss, without saying what she actually feels, what sheâs always wanted to tell you but canât. Itâs too cruel to say when Abby canât fully give herself to you. So, she holds you until you fall asleep in her arms and only then does she cry. Truly hating herself for breaking one of the only people sheâs ever truly loved, splitting you into two the longer she contemplates on what to do. She hopes youâre deep in sleep, unable to feel the tears kissing your shoulder because if anything has pushed her to the brink, itâs seeing the love of her life cry because of what sheâs done.Â
âÂ
Two week laterâŚ
Thursday. September 2024.Â
Abby couldnât stop moving, the entire ride to the airport in the shared uber with you by her side. Indifference. It was too much for her to hyperfixate on so she focused on the dreary cloud as gray as her depleted eyes, void of the natural blue tint it once held.Â
The ring on your thumb, an emerald stone, a gift from Abby for your birthday being constantly tapped with the blunt of your nail. Thereâs a craving Abby wants to satiate, a need bubbling at the service to link your fidgeting palm with hers but she canât.Â
This entire weekend she wonât be able to. Somehow, with the help of Owenâs oblivious nature, she convinced him itâd be a good idea to take separate flights due to her insane schedule which wasnât not true.Â
Just an exaggerated truth. At least thatâs what she told herself.Â
The ongoing fights with Owen, the pleading from you â rightfully so. Itâs tearing her in two different directions.Â
âAbsââ Your gentle touch lightly caresses her exposed forearm, âWeâre here.âÂ
Sheâs pulled back into reality with a touch so light and warm, Abby swears she sees stars. Even when youâre upset with her, your kindness still extends, something sheâs not quite sure what to do with. If she welcomes it, sheâs greedy for wanting to have her cake and eat it too. On the other hand if she dismisses you to ease her guilty conscience, it makes her into the malicious monster she never wants to be.Â
Abby carries both of your bags as you make your way through the airport. The only exception? Your personal carry-on you refuse to let her hold. She wants to question the action, but she lets it slip through the cracks.Â
The line to board is outrageously long. Absent-mindedly, Abbyâs head falls into the crook in your neck, her chest pressed against your back. She forgets she shouldnât feel the right to. Not when she promises so much but always tends to go back on her word.Â
Yet, you say nothing.Â
A part of you knows that if you say something, or try shrugging her off, itâs going to end in one of you saying the wrong thing, in a place at the wrong time, but on the other hand, you could never deny her touch, or being so close to her. She was intoxicating, maybe Abby didnât think so, but to you, she was all you wanted, all you wanted to be around. So when her body suddenly relaxes more against yours, and your hand wraps around to keep her up, her eyes, ones that were on the brink of falling asleep, snap open, you know sheâs got questions. Many of them. Many you donât have the heart of words to reply to. So you both say nothing, again. A silent action that holds everything. Abby doesnât need to ask whatâs going on in your head, the same way you donât need to ask whatâs going on in hers. You both already know.Â
By the time you make it onto the plane, Abby feels even closer. So close that you can smell the pinewood body wash she used this morning, the smell of her mint gum she keeps chewing on when you got the uber. You were so caught up in your own mind, and your crazy thoughts that you didnât even realize or feel the hand she had on your lower back, guiding you to where you were both seated. It was natural for her to do that when it was just you two. Keeping you safe, always having an arm around you just in case anything were to happen.jkÂ
Her touch always made you melt, she knew it, yet she didnât stop herself from letting go.
âDo you want the window seat, or?â Abby left the question open, itâs the most sheâs said to you all morning, her eyes did most of her talking whenever she would look at you, but even though you were somewhat upset with her, hearing her voice made you relax. âBabeâ the pet name rolls off her tongue so effortlessly and gently that she doesnât realize sheâs done it, itâs only when your head snaps up to look at her, with your lips parted, that she does. âShit, thatâs, mâsorry. I know youâre upset with me right nowââ
But you smile, maybe you laughed a little too, but she canât focus when youâre smiling at her like that. âAbs, sâokay. You say it a lot, it was going to happen.â you reminded her, fumbling with your ring again, a nervous habit youâre convinced only happens around her. âI know you like the window seat, even though you worry me when you completely zone out looking at the cloudsâ you teased, poking her in the shoulder lightly.  Â
âHey, clouds are relaxing to look at.â Abby shrugged, a cheeky smile curving up on her lips. âAnd i know you like being closer to the snacks when they bring them out, so we both winâ Sheâs teasing this time, and you let her. âBut you forget, you always make me buy you snacks before we go anywhereâ
âI donât make you, you offer to buy me them!â
âYou still take them though, donât you?â
âThatâs beside the point, Anderson, you know i love my snacks. Nothing will ever get in the way of me and them. No matter what you say.â
âNot even us?â
The question had your heart aching and you hadnât even sat down yet! Abby doesnât miss the way you look at her and then away from her, like you donât even know how to respond to that. She knows itâs too soon to be asking that, yet sometimes, her mouth runs before her brain can keep up with her. Something you did like about her. âNot here, Abby, pleaseâ your words came out as a whisper, eyes silently pleading at her.
âYouâre right, mâsorry, again. I seem to be fucking up a lot lately, donât i?â She smiles, but itâs one that doesnât reach her eyes like all the other times. Because she knows if she keeps asking, looking at you like that, acting like this is normal, itâs going to break you even more.Â
âYou havenât, youâre not, itâs just a lot, we can talk about it after, okay?âÂ
âAfter.â Abby nodded, the smile finally reaching her eyes.Â
Hope.
For the most part, once you had both sat in your seats, Abby by the window comfortably and you, on the outside seat, already patiently waiting for the snacks, the blonde hadnât uttered a single question that involved the pair of you. The one not long ago still lingered in your head, in your chest and it just consumed you. You were glad that she had decided to suddenly become quiet, looking out the small window in hopes she wouldnât accidentally spill another question that had you pulling more away from her.Â
She could handle a lot. Losing you was one she couldnât handle.Â
She knew she would lose you fully if she pressed too hard on a question.
Abby couldnât afford to let that happen.Â
Apart from the chatter of parents, and screaming children a few rows in front of you, Abby didnât move a muscle. It was funny. Sometimes if she were focused, she would grind her teeth together, you would only know that if youâve been around her long enough. You heard it one night. It was after a small fight with Owen, that she ended up at your apartment and you could hear the way she ground her teeth together from sitting beside her, but this time, not a single peep from her. Not even a flinch when one of the children screamed at the top of their lungs.Â
She didnât even drop hints that she knew you were looking over at her. Abby was used to your stare, used to the feeling of knowing when you would have your gaze on her whenever you had the chance that is, so maybe this was just her playing hard to get, but it still came as a shock that she wasnât even phased. One second sheâs missing you and your touch, to then not even caring about it or having it the next. After all this time, she was still hard to figure out, just like she was when you met her.
youâll figure her out, again, if you have to.
â
Friday. September 2024.
The night, one thatâs supposed to be happy and cheerful, doesnât seem to be like that for Abby. Donât get her wrong, sheâs happy, happy for those around her, happy for those having fun, happy for Joel and Tess on their engagement. I mean, why wouldnât she be happy for them? it was Joel and Tess, the same Tess thatâs been there for Abby during a few, more like multiple, rough patches in her life, listened to her when she felt like anything she did wasnât good enough, spoke to her about you, and how shitty she feels about not giving you everything you deserve. The same Tess thatâs never let her down, but as she stands here, away from everyone else who seems to be enjoying it, cradling a bottle of beer in her hand, Abby wants to run. She isnât sure why. All she knows is that the longer she watches the people around her, watches you, she wants the ground to swallow her whole, chew her up, and spit her back out.
Abby picks lamely at the label, easily torn away by the condensation of the bottle of beer, itâs all she can do at the moment. Owen seems to be interested in the topics Mel is bringing up. Any other night, she might feel her blood boiling in her presence but she finds herself otherwise occupied. The barstool sheâs nursing supports her thighs, Owenâs cologne is so strong she almost finds herself gagging on the musky oak, the one she hates. It reminds her of you, ironically enough.Â
Youâre the antithesis of him. Abby couldnât find one similarity if she tried. All hours for the rest of her life could be spent on this one task, yet it would always remain unfinished. The softness of your skin, putting the finest silk to shame. She thinks of your kind heart, the patience that extends to her in ways she doesnât feel deserving of. On more days than she has enough hands to count, youâve dropped your entire list of responsibilities for her. When thereâs been no one else, thereâs always been you.
Owen doesnât even notice how her jaw clenches, the muscles constricting against the harsh grind of her teeth, the grim frown gracing her sunkissed face, or even the way her firm hand fists the glass so hard, Abbyâs just a few moments waiting for it to blow. Part of her, however small it may be, wishes for the glass to pierce her sensitive porcelain skin. Maybe then youâd actually care instead of being lost in the shining emeraldâs of Ellie fucking Williams.Â
Abby wishes she crushed her skull the first chance she got.
Or maybe break her fingers.
She has an endless list.
One that seems to get shorter whenever she finds you. Her only reason is you.
Abby hates the way Ellieâs hands find refuge on your lower back, the same place she loves to place her own whenever sheâs close to you. She doesn't know why the way your face and smile light up at something sheâs said to you, tears Abby's heart into pieces. Just the way you look into Ellieâs eyes and laugh is like an arrow just got shot through her heart. So many promises sheâs made you, and the longer the seconds and minutes pass, she feels like youâre forgetting all about them. Maybe she only has herself to blame. No, she knows she is the only one to blame.Â
You werenât even hers, and she was losing you to someone who had already taken enough from her. That scares her. It scares her with how far she would go for you. Just to see you happy, safe, and smiling. There isnât a single thing she wouldnât do for you.Â
Sheâs scared to be yours, but sheâs terrified to not be yours.Â
Your eyes found hers like a magnet, almost as if you were trying to find her, and Abbyâs heart flutters at the sight when you smile at her. A smile she has devoted months upon months of trying to bring out of you with her shitty jokes and silliness. The prior worries and doubts seem to disappear into the back of her mind, disbursing like an open fire thatâs slowly burning out, and she gives you a small wave. A wave that has you waving her over, wanting her to be closer, needing her to enjoy herself.
âAbby, if you donât get over here, mâgoing to drag you off that stool!â You yelled over the music, your giggle sending another flutter in her chest. Did you seem to forget Ellie? Abby thought as she placed the bottle on the counter and sighed deeply through her nose.Â
Fumbling with her jacket sleeve cuff links, Abbyâs eyes, oneâs that you love to look at, stay locked to yours as she slowly makes her way towards you, a familiar look sparkling in those blue orbs of hers, and she has the nerve to fucking smirk one sheâs close enough. The blonde looks over at Ellie, that harsh resentment bubbling back up, before looking at you again with her hand out towards you. No words, just actions being thrown your way. âHow gentlewomanly of youâ you grinned, placing your hand in hers and a soft gasp slipped past your lips when she pulls you right into her chest. Not even a sheet of paper could fit between you both. Abby didnât care who was around, and who was going to complain about her dancing with you?
What you both donât notice is the way Mel suddenly stops her conversation with Owen, who was mindlessly babbling and yapping on about whatever the fuck he was talking about and cocked her head to the side when she spotted you and Abby. How one of her hands was now pressed against your lower back, the other holding onto yours. Yours seemingly comfortably on her shoulder.Â
Like you were so used to doing this with her.
âWhat the fuck are you looking at? I was trying to tell youââ Owens words get cut short when he, still oblivious as usual, turns around when he catches Melâs stare, one that wasnât directed at him, and his eyes land on Abby. His girlfriend. Who was way too close to you. Dancing like you werenât in a room full of people. Like you want people to fucking know.Â
He doesnât even seem to catch the way she looks at you. The small grin on her face that, for you, holds so much more than just an expression. To the way, her fingers flex against your back with each step you make to the sound of the music playing loudly over the speakers. Not to mention, she way she lowers her head, lips grazing the shell of your ear so softly that you almost whimper against her. âThis dress, sâpretty. Youâre prettyâ was all she whispered, and pulled away before you had time to respond.Â
Your eyes, without your want, flicker to the people crowding around one of the tablets, and your heart suddenly drops, as does your shy smile when you lock eyes with Owens. A clenched-jawed Owen that looks seconds away from bursting into flames. âAbs,â you couldnât help but mumble, body and brain refusing to look away from him. âHe looks angryâ
âWe are only dancing. Nothing wrong with thatâ She growled, not necessarily at you, but at the entire situation. She canât touch or hold you the way she wants to. Poor girl canât even say what sheâs already thinking, to you, without making a scene. âHeâs not gonna do anything.â She states firmly. âHe knows this night is important to Joel and Tess, and he knows their happiness is important to me. He wonât do say or anything to youâÂ
âBut what about to you?â
âThen let him.â
By the time the words tumble from her mouth, youâre pulling both your hands away from her when Owen is suddenly making his way towards you both. The warmth and safety you brought Abby, being ripped away from her, had her jaw locking and eye twitching. âAbbyâ He smiles, although you know itâs fake.Â
âWhat?â Her reply comes out somewhat slightly harsh which has him doing a double take and looking at you with angry eyes, again. Ones you were slightly getting used to already. âWe were dancing here, youâre ruining it. Did you want something?â
âDo you want to dance?â
Is he fucking serious?
Blinking away her thoughts repeatedly, Abby canât help but turn around to face her so-called boyfriend and raise her eyebrow at his question. âYou want to dance? Now? After youâve practically ignored me the entire time, only because mâdancing with someone else?â She didnât care if her words came out mean and cruel. She only can handle so much.Â
âI wasnât ignoring you, Absââ
âSure as fucking hell looked like you wereâ The blonde growled, the sound of her teeth grinding together had you looking up at her with wide eyes, and before you could comprehend what you were doing, you wrapped your hand around her arm and tugged her.Â
âAbby sâokay, letâs just go get some air, okay?â You pushed gently, silently hoping and praying in your head she would take the hint you were throwing and go. âWe donât need to cause a scene at their rehearsal dinner, pleaseâ
âWhat? Are you her guard dog now or something?â Owen canât stop before the question slips off the tip of his tongue, with a laugh. Not even when Abbyâs looking at him like she wants to kill him with her bare hands for simply thinking of such things. âCome on, Abby, i know you like to please people butââ
âBut nothing.â Abby was quick to cut him off. âYou know nothingâ
âWhy are you suddenly being such a bitch?â
Abby, who would do anything to snap at someone if she really wanted to, stepped back from Owen and raised an eyebrow at him. âAnd you wonder why i donât want to suddenly fucking dance with you. Grow the fuck up, Owen. First, you call me a dog, then you call me a bitch. If anyoneâs being a bitch, itâs you because youâre mad we were dancing. Doing nothing wrongâ She replied calmly, but the way her hands were twitching at her sides, told you a different story. âi need some fucking air, this room feels like itâs going to suffocate me if iâm near you any longerâ
Abbyâs walking away before you have time to ask if sheâs even okay.
Angrily eyeing up Owen, whoâs now looking down at his feet awkwardly before looking over at Mel, somewhat pleading for her to say something, you canât help but let out a gentle scoff. âCanât even go and check on your girlfriend to see if sheâs alright? What kind of âboyfriendâ are you supposed to be? Do we have to pay extra for giving a shit about her?â You laughed.Â
âOh fuck off, this is your fault!âÂ
You exhaled a deep sigh, his words stinging you in a way that hurt, but you didnât want to show that it affected you, so you just smiled sarcastically at him. âGo wag your tail to Mel, mâsure she would rather see you than anyone else would, dick breathâ
You hadnât seen the way both of them looked at you like a deer in headlights.Â
Abby was hard to find sometimes, most of the time she would disappear so fast that it was like she just went completely invisible. Other times, she would have simply gone home and never left her apartment again, but this was different. She wasnât at home, and she didnât know this place like the back of her hand. So surely finding her would be slightly easier.
Luck, or whatever they call it these days, must have been on your side as you found the blonde slumped on one of the benches, jacket crumpled beside her with her head thrown back and sighing deeply. Of all places she could have hidden, she chose to hide in the most obvious place. The fucking garden? âUsually when youâre mad, youâve already drunk 3 bottles of beer and are having some kind of psychotic breakâ Your voice rang out, snapping her back into reality. âAre you having a psychotic break?â
âDoes it look like mâhaving a fucking psychotic break?â She laughed. Deep and raspy. A sound that always has your thighs clenching together no matter the place or time.
âYouâre pretty good at masking your emotions, so you could beâ You shrugged, a small bite in your words as you placed yourself beside her. âBut you already knew that, didnât you?â
âDid you come out here just to piss me off? Because if you did, itâs workingâ
Your eyes found hers, and you couldnât even stop the way your breath hitched in your throat at the lazy grin plastered on her face. âNo, i came to check on you to see if you were okay, but him calling you a dog didnât bruise your ego that much so iâll leave if you want?â
Her hand reached out as you moved, her cold and rough ones grabbing onto your arm gently that you gasped at the action and pouted. âNo. Stay, donât leave, mâsorryâ She apologized, suddenly feeling too vulnerable and scared. Too open. âMâsorry, i know you donât have to stay, especially with how iâve treated you. I donât want to be here, sâall too much for me to handle. Being close to you, and not being able to do anything is driving me insane. I miss youâ Abby admitted, thumb brushing across the skin of your knuckles. âIâI need youâ
You donât see the flicker of vulnerability or hurt in Abbyâs eyes, you just look at her, trying to figure out her words. She didnât expect you to chuckle. âYou need me?â You repeated, shaking your head and scoffing. âIf you need me, like you say, why do you push me away? Why do you never pick me? Why do you always end up picking a guy who doesnât give a shit about you? A guy who would rather see you hurt, than happy? What does Owen have that i donât, Abby?â
âBecause mâscared ill fuck this up. Believe it or not, but youâre the only good thing i have, i canât fuck that up. I canât fuck you up. Do you think i donât think about you when iâm with him? Because youâre all i think about, and it drives me nuts because i canât do anything about it. I want you, i always want you, but iâm terrified youâll realise iâm just not it. That iâm not enough for you. Youâre the only thing i think about, but i donât want to ruin you or what we have.âÂ
You create some distance, venturing off down the makeshift isle displayed in the front of the garden. Florals formed in an arch, bigger than youâd ever seen, didnât really seem like Joel and Tessâ style, but it sure was beautiful. The pops of coral and different tones of pink rooted in a deep green. You find a moment of peace in the silence, not knowing what will be left between the two of you once the secret youâd been holding spills.Â
âAbigailâŚâ You take a deep breath trying to muster the courage, hoping itâs buried somewhere beneath you, only needing to be dug out.Â
Abby finds her heart dropping when she sees you standing under the arch. She thinks itâs cruel, just a glimpse of a future she wants so desperately but she doesnât even know where to begin. How can she earn you now? After everything sheâs doneâŚis there any redemption to be found?Â
âYou are ruining us. Each time you tell me youâre leaving but stay with him snuffs out everything we have.â Abby stands wanting to console you, but the look in your eyes keeps her at bay. The tears building in your beautiful eyes, and itâs not that youâre distraught, youâre clearly angry. Frustrated doesnât even begin to cover the overflow of emotions swarming through you.Â
Youâre exhausted with co-existing with him, pretending everything is fine and normal. That heâs the one who makes her happy, heâs the one who knows what she wants, what she needs â that heâs the one.Â
âTell me why.â Your tone is firm, hands crossed over as shiver in the crisp air of the spring wind. âTell me why itâs him and not me.âÂ
âWhat?â Abby bites back, her pearly whites grinding into each other as she nearly snarls. âYou canât be serious.âÂ
Anger starts to swirl beneath the deep pools, the one she hides so well, not even the best could decipher what she hides, all of the sweet nothings she wishes she could speak of but doesnât. Every time she wants to lash out at Owen for not treating her right but doesnât. The love she holds yet hides under lock and key. All of it is kept within her, only for her to know and see, but the anger slips.Â
Itâs evident the moment you tell her â Itâs Owen not me.Â
âHave you lost your goddamn mind?â Abby stalks you like youâre her prey, getting closer and closer to you. Your hands are unable to keep still when sheâs so close to you, making her overwhelming presence known. You wonât look at her and it pisses her the fuck off to no degree. Why canât you just see how much she needs you? âAfter everything. Everything weâve shared, youâre just gonna stand there, ask me some bullshit like that?âÂ
Youâve never been the one to have Abbyâs anger directed towards you, youâve witnessed it on others, but never yourself. Was it normal to feel so small against someone youâve known for years? Against someone who only has to look at you, hold you in their arms, and tell you that everything is okay?
âThen why canât you justââ
âItâs always been you!â Abby shouts, her voice so loud that the birds, who were calmly in their nests, flutter and fly away. âSo what else do you want me to fucking do?!â
That was your final nail in the coffin.
âI want you to choose me. I want you to want me the way I want you. I donât want to be someone you only want when heâs not around. To be first. Mânot fucking asking you for much, Abigail. Just to be the first in your life. Thatâs all.â
âYou know itâs not that easyâ
âItâs never fucking easy with youâ You scowled, eyes fluttering and watching her abruptly turning away from you. Even if youâve known her for years, she was cautious of who saw her like this. Or cautious whenever it came to her emotions. She didnât want to be seen as weak. Tonight though, tonight you didnât care what you said or did, you just wanted her to listen. Which is why you struggled to keep your mouth shut as she walked away. âDo you really think Owen gives a single fuck about you when heâs too busy shoving his tongue down Mel's throat like sheâs some kind of hydration?âÂ
If you didnât know Abby as well as you did, you would have cowered at the way her body halted in her steps, turned around slowly, and even from the distance between you both, you could see how tight she was clenching her jaw. âExcuse me?â
âAbby thatâs notââ
âNo.â She laughed, more so dryly as she shook her head. âOpen that fucking mouth and repeat what you said. Câmon, remember when i tell you to use your words? Yeah, fucking use them then. Say it againâ Sheâs in front of you again before you can blink, unsure of how she even moved that fast. ���Donât hold back now, you want my attention? You got it. Come onâ
âAbby, please i didnât mean to say thatâ You frowned, fumbling with the ring on your finger nervously. âMâsorryâ
âYouâre sorry? Youâre asking me to pick between you both even though you kept this entire thing to yourself? You knew this entire time and you what? Thought if i admitted how much i want you, i wouldnât be as hurt when you told me? Use that pretty head of yours, youâre not fucking stupid, of course, it would fucking hurt meâ
âMâsorryââ
âBut youâre not.â Abby laughed. âYouâve been fine keeping it from me. If you were sorry, you would have told me, no?â
âItâs not like we are perfect either. Look at what weâre doing. Weâre just as bad!â
âBut that never stopped you coming over late at night and begging me to fuck you, did it? Never once complained when i had you on my bed, fucked out your brain, did you? If it was so bad, you would have stayed away. If this entire thing was bad, you would have told me to fuck off, wouldnât you? You wouldnât have kept pulling me along if it was so bad. So no, youâre not sorry, youâre just sorry that you got caught and your big mouth let me know whatâs happening.â
âAbbyââ
âDonât you dare start crying right nowâ Sheâs warning, looking at you angrily. If looks could kill, she would have already killed you by now. âI was going to break up with him, you know? After Joel and Tess had their wedding. I was going to do everything to make it special for us, and thenâ then you had to go and fucking do thisâ She scoffed, stepping away from you. âItâs always been you, you fucking know that, and i would have fucking broken up with him if you gave me a little more timeâ
You can feel your heart slowly breaking as you just watch Abby move away from you. âAbby, please, we can talk about this!â You pleaded, taking a couple of steps, trying to reach her. âWe can talk about it, we can, pleaseâ
But she doesnât stop. Not even when the sounds of your cries fill her ears. Something she would always do. Always stopping if youâre upset or hurt. She just leaves, not even looking back, with the faintest. âI canât even look at you right now.â
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After spending several hours crying in the garden, staring at the stupid floral arch, one that you couldnât help but picture Abby and you underneath. All the countless nights spent together, seeing a future in her eyes, now it seems hopeless. In the heat of your despair, you revealed the tight lipped secret youâd been holding, ruining everything. In her eyes you can still see it, the betrayal and hurt, but not from who she expected it from.Â
You have a craving building, wondering what sheâs thinking, and if she really meant what she said. Even if she says itâs always been you, saying it is one thing, actually standing behind those words is another entirely. Pathetically, you stayed there, crossing your fingers behind your back as you awaited her return but she never came. You truly, royally, fucked things up.Â
It didnât stop from the anger rolling off you as well as the anguish. You never wanted her to know that you knew about his extra curricular activities. The selfish part of you; the one that seems to win mostly, you wanted her to pick you because she loves you, not to be a second choice or just a side piece of ass.Â
Barefoot and heartbroken, you wander back to the lobby of the hotel, just to find Mel and Owen together so impossibly close with each other at the bar you wonder why Owen and Abby even bother staying together. Itâs so clear, to anyone else with eyes, they are just wrong. Neither of them fit the way youâre supposed to when you love someone, when you actually care about the other person, yet she wants to savor his feelings for what reason? You werenât sure you would ever understand why Abby did the things she did.Â
The only person Abby trusted is herself. Hiding behind the mask she fronts, never fully letting anyone into the feelings brewing inside her but leaving her ultimately â empty.Â
Begrudgingly, you decide to take a shot of tequila, basking in your lost hope before making your way to your hotel room.Â
You arenât walking that long before you can feel the pain in the heels of your feet, the shoes you picked for tonight slowly becoming a bad idea, as you spot your room. Reaching into your bag, the strap slowly falling off your shoulder, you grumbled softly under your breath when you didnât feel the small thin key card that you knew you had earlier and instantly slumped your forehead against the wooden door. âAre you fucking kidding me?â You mutter to yourself.Â
Deep in your own head, you donât notice Abby sluggishly yet tiredly making her way down the corridor, unaware you were mumbling and cursing to yourself as you simply grabbed and shook the door handle with so much anger that youâre surprised it didnât break.
âOh, fuck you, you stupid fucking door!â Your foot collided with the door, annoyance spiraling from within you, the yelling and action had you gaining the attention from none other than Abby herself. Did you want it? Yes, but did you want it when she was angry? You werenât sure.Â
âYouâre not supposed to kick the door, you know?â She couldnât help but mutter, watching you struggle with an amused smile on her lips.Â
âBe grateful mânot kicking you.âÂ
She laughs, or you think she laughs, and hummed at your obvious struggle. Your threat not affecting her as much as you wanted it to. âDid you lose it?â
âDid i lose it?â You repeated, hand gripping the handle tighter with a clenched jaw. âDo you really think iâm the kind of person to lose a fucking key card?â
âYou tell me, you canât get into your room, it seems like you did lose itâ Abby points out the most obvious thing before sighing softly under her breath. âOr you wouldnât be stuck out here.â
Turning your head quickly at her words, you growled at her and glared in her direction. âWould it make you happy if i admit that yes, i fucking lost my key card?â
âIt might.â Abby chuckled, tongue clicking against the side of her cheek in amusement again. You notice that glint in her eyes again, the same one youâve seen countless times in those baby blues, but she doesnât say much, not that she has to. âYou can uh, stay in my room, if you want?â
Are you hearing her correctly?
âYou want me to stay in your room? Didnât you say you couldnât stand looking at me anymore?âÂ
âThatâs notââ Sheâs pausing, running her hand over her face in frustration. âI donâtâ this is just hard for me, okay? Can you try to reason with me?â
âMâtrying, but every time i try to, you throw it back in my face. You throw it in my face like this entire situation is my fault.â You found her stepping closer, not that you noticed seconds prior, but as you get your words out, you notice sheâs listening. âI just want you to understand.â
âUnderstand what?â
âThat I just want to be yours, and it hurts that you donât understand, or you do and would rather me not think of you like that, which just hurts even more.â You sighed, finally looking at her. âI want to love you the way you deserve, but you wonât let meâÂ
âSânot that i donât want you to, i donât deserve you.â Abby chokes out, every emotion and feeling, that sheâs tried to keep buried deep, finally creeping up on her. âIâve never deserved you, you deserve better than me. You always haveâ
âDonât you think thatâs my decision to make?âÂ
âI donât want you to make the wrong one. Iâm the wrong decision for you.â
Her words, ones that cut deep, have you frowning and shaking your head, like you donât want to believe her. Sheâs always been hard on herself, especially when it comes to love, thinks that she doesnât deserve it. Everyone does, and you know that sheâs trying. âYou are the only right decision iâve ever made.â Your body was closer to hers, she could smell the soft perfume, almost the smell of the scented lipgloss you chose for tonight. âYou are worth it, and it kills me that you donât see it. You donât see that under all the anger, all the feelings, everything you build up to protect yourself, you just want to feel safe. You will always be safe with me. You are perfect, i just want you to let me show you just how perfect you are. Especially to me.â
Your words struck something in her brain, thoughts going a little too fast her to keep up with, but that doesnât stop her from wrapping her hand around your wrist, and tugging you closer to her, face quickly burying in the crook of your neck, something she does each time sheâs alone with you, and the feeling of her nose brushing against the collum of your throat seconds later has you softly sighing and threading your fingers through the loose strands of hair. âLet me show you.â You whispered, gripping her jacket tightly. âPlease let me show you.â
Abby lets you push her towards her bedroom door, still holding each other just as tight while her hand slipped into the soft fabric of her pocket. âWould you just let meââ Abby curses under her breath as she attempts to fish out her hotel card. You have her pushed against the door with your weight, keeping her pinned by your pelvis.Â
âI should let you do whatever you want? Like youâve been so nice to me, right?â Pulling her by the navy blue tie, swollen lips ghosting over hers, she whimpers like a bitch in heat. You give her everything, anything and everything she wants, you so graciously provided but sheâs been thoughtless. Careless with how youâve felt. Itâd be so easy for her to push you off, pick you up and toss her on her shoulder before throwing you on the bed and having her way with you.Â
But she likes this.Â
Knowing sheâs in the wrong, underneath your mercy, begging for an inch of your good graces. Abbyâs practically salivating, begging to have you in her mouth, wanting to have the everlasting taste of you. Hell, she knows she shouldnât but she thinks of you every time Owen kisses her. She wonders if he can taste your cum on her lips. After the first time, she wondered if he could clock the crimson of her cheeks, the flush she still was feeling from squirting for the first time. The thighs she could barely keep still, a proper effort made in order to keep herself up.Â
Youâre the first and only to even want to have the power over, she enjoys it â sure as hell gets off to it.Â
âAnswer me.â Your grip on her chin is iron, her blue eyes pouting as her posture slouched.Â
âI havenât been nice. I know that. Iâve been making you wait too long.â Abby shudders as your dress slips higher, as she gets lost in the exposed cleavage.
âAbby, babygirl, my eyes are up here.â Her eyes pick up to find you cold gaze, but thereâs warmth. Dripping like golden honey and she wishes for it to fall on every inch of her body just so you can reclaim it as your own. She wants to feel your lips, your tongue, whatever the fuck youâll give her, Abby craves it. Â
âI know, mâsorry, itâs justââ Your hands smooth over her toned torso, the crisp button up feel smooth under your touch, but itâs thin enough for Abby to feel your magnetic touch, but you stop at her breasts.Â
âHe doesnât touch you anymore, does he?â Abby shakes her head furiously. In this moment, sheâs thankful she opted out of a bra tonight. Teasingly, run over the fabric, back and forth as she feels the bud pebble against your touch. Tortuously, Abbyâs breath only begins to grow heavier and youâve barely even done a thing to get her where she needs to be.Â
âFuckââ You begging to pull at the braid, undoing her long blonde locks, making them accessible for you to pull on whenever she decides to she doesnât want to be teased any longer. âNo, he doesnât. Never like this, hasnât touched me, made me feel like this, ever. Just you.âÂ
âThatâs right, babygirl. You always need to come back to me. Canât get your fill elsewhere, or be filled. He canât do much with the poor little pathetic excuse of a cock.â You let go of her chin before whispering in her ear, âNeed me so deep in this pretty pussy of yours. Even those precious long fingers of yours canât hit as deep as me.âÂ
Itâs then you reach in her left pocket, opening the hotel room with her key card. âCâmon, you owe me a favor, or twoâŚ..maybe even three.â You claim her lips as your own, she belongs to you whether she wants to admit it or not.Â
âI think I need a reminder from last time.âÂ
Abby smirks, a soft smile falling over her pink lips, she leads you into the room. Her own personal siren, one word from your lips and sheâll do anything you want. Abby only has the door locked and by the time she turns around, your dress pools at your feet.Â
âShitââ Abby curses, youâre playing fucking dirty. You know she canât be up here too long, Owenâs expectant of her to return, or so she thinks.Â
âYouâre killing me, angel.âÂ
Mouth practically salivating, at the sight of your nearly bare silhouette, the moonlight coming through the balcony accentuating every curve, your skin glowing as you wait for her to move. Abbyâs contemplating, trying to decide what she wants to do first.Â
She gets lost in her head, replaying tonightâs events in her head, how she couldnât keep her cool, not even in front of her boyfriend. The thought of you with someone else too unbearable for her to bear, the incessant need she has instilled within her to be close to you.Â
âThatâs the point but stop suffering, babygirl.â Using her favorite thing to your advantage, you bend over the edge of the bed. Emphasizing the curve of your spin. The seconds the words fell from between your lips, you didnât think she heard them at first, not with them being so gentle and soft. It wasnât until you shivered, and sucked in a deep breath when her fingers ran up and down your back, nails lightly scratching your skin that you smiled into your arms. âAbsâ ohâ You gasped, body tensing at the feeling of her pushing her leg between your legs, pressing the rough material of her pants against your cunt, the fabric of the bedsheet rubbing against you too, adding to the mix.
âShh,â She leaned down and whispered against your ear. âBet youâre so fucking wet, hm?â She hummed, softness gone right out the window, still trailing her fingers up and down your back. A devious smirk appeared on her lips at the way you shamelessly tried to grind against her leg. âCanât even wait, can you?â Her leg pushed harder on your cunt, eliciting a louder moan from between your lips. âThatâs too bad, you canât have whatever you want right nowâ She cooed mockingly, eyeing up the way your hands gripped the sheet below you, so tight she was worried you were going to hurt yourself. âGonna let me eat your sweet pussy? Let me show you how much i want you?â
Just like that, youâre putty in her skilled hands.Â
âYâYes, please, need youâ You choked out, quickly nodding your head at whatever she was saying to you. You werenât entirely sure, all you know is that you need her. Her hands, ones that you always love to have all over you, slip down and grip your hips. The action had you whimpering into the pillow, turning your head slightly to get a better look at her. The sight of her behind you, on her knees, licking her lips had yours parting. âAbby, please, want it, want youâ You sighed.
âBe patient, bratâ Abby scoffed, squeezing your ass in both her hands. âDonât make me shove your panties in your mouth to get you to shut the fuck up.â There was no true intention of doing so, behind her words, she loved hearing what she did to you. Maybe a little too much. âYouâve been so bad tonight, do you deserve me to eat your pussy, hm?â
âMâsorry, i amâ You sniffled, spreading your legs a little wider, tempting her in a way. Knowing she canât get enough of you. âPlease, iâll be so good, your good girlâ
âYeah?â She hummed, mouth watering at the sight of your cunt. Folds glistened before her as she sunk her teeth into one of your asscheeks, humming at the soft gasp she pulled from you. âYouâre gonna be my good girl, sâthat right?â She mocked, fingers slipping between your legs, and brushing against your clit. The choked whimper you let out had her grinning against your skin, lightly rubbing circles on your bud and holding you down on the bed with her free hand. âYouâre not lying?â
âNoâ Your words came out muffled from burying your face in the sheets, but your head shake was enough for her to understand. âMânot lying, iâll be so good for you, i promiseâ You added. Fingers gripping the white sheet tighter when sheâs rubbing harder circles. âJust need you to, to fuck me, pleaseâ
Youâre flinching, body shaking in her hold when out of nowhere sheâs spitting a glob of spit on your cunt, growling at the sight of your pussy clenching around nothing at such a small action that she knows you love. âIâll decide when i fuck youâ Was all she said, using the pad of her thumb and pressing against your second hole, smiling at your soft oh.Â
Her lips part, as do yours with a moan that has her stomach fluttering and cunt clenching around nothing when she lightly dips her thumb into your hole, your cunt begging for attention as a hum ripped through her throat. âFuck, knew you would love it too muchâ She groaned, watching the tight muscle hug her thumb effortlessly. âYeah, i knowâ Abby mocked.
âFuck, Abby, pleaseâ
âWhat are you even begging for?â She scoffed, a small bite in her question, fingers finding your neglected clit and laughing at your loud whine into the pillow when she continued her slow circles. âJust a needy slut, arenât you?â
âYour needy slutâ You whispered, looking down at her and shuddering at the feeling of her slowly rubbing at your clit, and sinking her thumb more into your ass. The sensation had moans and whimpers tearing from your throat. You pushed back against her, absentmindedly that is, and gasped loudly when her hand landed a light slap on your pussy.Â
âStop moving.â She warned with a growl. âYouâre gonna take what i give you, and if i think you deserve more, youâll get itâ Abby scoffed, smirking at the sight of you burying your face more into the pillows, the messy sheet as you nodded quickly, without shame, and licked your swollen lips. âThis is what you needed, hm? Getting your holes stuffed so you would shut the fuck upâÂ
Her words, mean ones at that, that you were used to hearing, has your face heating up, not a single ounce of shame in your body, just pride and need. Whenever Abby would get mean, yes, you were mortified the first time it happened during sex and how wet you had become, but now? she uses it to her advantage. As much as she would like. She had your body under control, and she didnât even have to do anything to reduce you to such a whimpering, pathetic mess under her.Â
The swipe of her thumb, a gentle touch, against your clit had you letting out a squeal, jolting on the bed and your eyes slowly started rolling in the back of your head. It was sinful, so sinful at how she was able to do this. Touch you with the lightest touches and have you pleading for more. Abbyâs lips parted, almost salivating at the sight of you clenching around her thumb, a silent plea as to say more. Which is why she doesnât expect the whimper that claws at your skin and rips out of your throat when sheâs pulling away completely. The feeling of being almost full, not as much as you wanted, to be taken from you.Â
âAbs? Whatââ
âYou get both holes filled when youâre good,â Abby tutted, fake cooing at your pleads, one sheâs so used to hearing coming from you. âGonna start crying because mânot giving you what you want? Yeah? Gonna start saying youâve been good enough? We both know thatâs a lie, babyâ
Are you crying? You werenât sure, nor did you care, but with how Abby was dancing her fingers dangerously close to where you need her, you might burst into flames if she didnât hurry up. âYou like it when i cry for youâ Comes one of your usual quipped replies. The undertone of brattiness doesnât go unnoticed by Abby.
But what you miss is the way she clenches her jaw, her eyes harden, and how sheâs quick to land a strike on your ass. Your body only gets so far up the bed with a whine before sheâs leaning hers over you, hands pinning your hips to the bed and she grazes the shell of your ear with her lips. The harshness of her breath hitting your face had you trying to push back against her. Trying to get something. âSuch a dirty fuckin slutâ Abby scoffed, sinking her nails into your skin and sure to be bruised in the morning. âYou like making it harder for yourself? You want me to punish you?â
âYou know all your punishments just make me wetter for you,â Your voice wavers, breathing slightly more ragged as her body presses down harder on you. âMakes me want you to fuck me harder. Want you to fuck me like youâve missed me.â
âOh,â Her laugh is one of mocking. You were so used to it that it didnât make you snappy at her anymore, but it still sent a shiver down your spine when it was directed at you, and you alone. âI do miss you, but mânot gonna just let you get away with being a fucking brat to me tonight because i miss you.â
âBut why? Donât you wanna fuck me, Abby?â You feigned innocence, turning your head enough for her to see the small pout on your lips that you were sporting. âBecause i want you to fuck me, fill me up like i know you can. Make me cum in ways only you know how. You fuck me so good, Abby, please, please. I know you wanna fuck into this mattress, Babyâ
Abby whimpers.Â
Sounds that are only reserved for your ears, and yours alone.
Youâll make sure of it.Â
She whimpers pathetically above you at your words, the blood rushes to her head and she can feel the wetness pooling between her legs the longer you try pushing yourself up against her, grinding against her shamelessly. âWanna fuck every single thought outta your pretty head so badâ She growls into your neck, everything inside her crumbling as you both just sluttily grind against each other.Â
âThen stop talking about it and fucking do it.â You spit. A noise so animalistic, youâre not sure you have ever heard it fall from her lips. With an entirely new level of greed, she claims your lips as her own, velvet tongue dominating yours as you can feel yourself practically melting. âGod, canât wait for you to shut the fuck up.â Abby mumbles against your lips. Her fingers undo the knot in her tie, releasing it from her collar as she holds both of your wrists with one, feeling the cool metal frame piercing your skin.Â
âIs this what you want?â Abby begins to bind your wrists to the bed, her thumb smoothing over skin gently as she tightens the silk fabric against you. âYou should be grateful Iâm not blind folding you. We both know you deserve it after tonight.â You laugh, manically. Watching the pleasure in her blues rise, she likes you under her will as she takes what she wants.Â
âShould I be grateful? Youâre not fucking me yetâŚare you?â You tilt your head to the side as Abby removes herself completely, the friction of her trousers evades your cunt, leaving you nothing to grind against. With a smirk as wide as youâve ever seen, she slowly removes her belt, slipping off her shoes as she throws the black belt on the floor.Â
âYou just donât know when to shut your mouth, do you? I have something that will.â Her voice lowers an octave as she spills the threat from her pink lips, slowly removing each article of clothing. Her button up shirt is first, leaving her topless in front of you, chiseled abdomen defined as she flexes her abs further. âWould you hurry up, Anderson?âÂ
The more your hips buck into thin air, the wider her smirk gets. âYeah, Iâll get right on that, boss.â Abby salutes you, having to disguise the laughing bubbling from her lips. The look you give her is deadly, trying to pull at the tie but to no avail you're stuck, under the mercy of whatever Abigail Anderson wants. The terror in your eyes furthers the slickness in Abbyâs boxers but she needs to focus. You are right where she wants you, with no intention of letting you have any satisfaction at the moment.Â
Maybe later if Anderson is feeling kind.Â
She slowly slides her trousers off, leaving her in just her boxers, your eyes focused on her glorious, blonde happy trail falling in the fabric. Concealed and out of your grip. âYou must be really frustrated if youâre saying Anderson, huh? Mhm, thatâs too bad. You could have been sitting on my face by now, angel.â She tsks, her tongue hitting the roof of her mouth as she does so.Â
âMâfine. Not frustrated at all, Anderson.âÂ
âNo?â Abby simply nods, putting the weight of her knee on the bed, her face tucked in the crook of your neck as she whispers in your ear, âWhy donât we put that to the test?â She bites on your ear, kissing your jaw sweetly. The only inkling of your sweet abby, the abby you love, but she leaves just as quickly as she came.Â
Without warning, she slaps your cunt, hard.Â
The sensation has you wanting to reach for her, pulling at the tie again, but youâre rendered useless. Your body quivers, her finger runs up your pussy, thumbing your clit so lightly it should be considered an unforgivable sin. Once you think sheâll move on, torture you in some other way, Abby decides to have fun and slap your clit this time, gasping the name you only call her in the bedroom. A name just reserved for the two of you.Â
âAlready, babygirl? Thatâs not veryâŚboss of you.â Abby licks the side of your neck, letting her teeth sink in delicately, you groan in response to her teasing words. âWould you stop calling me that, oh my fucking gââÂ
You feel two of her thick fingers protrude your dripping hole, sliding in with ease, âStop calling you what? God? Never gonna let you forget Iâm the only one who fucks like one.â Sheâs slow about it, wanting you to get just enough where it feels good, but not nearly enough to where you crave to be. Pitiful whines are all the evidence she needs, a token of your temporary agony is enough to satisfy her until you break.Â
âYouâre such an asshole sometimes, you know that?âÂ
âJust an asshole who knows how to fuck your ass.â Abby canât stop teasing you, not when youâre bucking up your hips into her fingers, moaning like a bitch in heat for more. The both of you know thereâs no getting out of this unless you tell her what she wants.Â
âAbby, please.â You beg, the confession comes too soon, but Abby grins wide as she pulls her face out of her neck. âThought my name was Anderson, boss?â Unpleasantly, you roll your eyes but she still looks very pleased with herself.Â
âSay my fucking name. You know what I want.â With her fingers nearly knuckle deep, she pushes further, kissing your g-spot. âSo pretty baby, sounds so pretty. Stop being a stupid, stubborn slut, yeah? Youâre already so wet for me. Donât you hear yourself?â She fucks you harder as you grind against her fingers, meticulously adding in a third finger.Â
âListen to your soaking cunt. You can be a brat, tell me how much you donât need, but sheâs always gonna sell you out, huh? Do you hear the sweet sound of your pussy, babygirl?â You nod helplessly, nearly fully succumbing into the ruthless thrust of her skilled fingers. âThen tell me, whatâs my name?âÂ
Finally, you decide to cave in.Â
âDaddy, pleaseââ With those words, Abby releases her fingers from your pussy, causing you to whimper in distress. âAbby! What the fuck!âÂ
âWhat? You think I would let you have it after youâve been a brat. I know youâre easily drunk on me, very easily, but Iâm not feeling so generous right now.â Abby slips off the bed once again, her boxers coming off her body, allowing you to see her fully as she slips off her socks. âTime to show you who is the boss, baby.âÂ
For the third time, you pull at the tie. Once again. youâre stuck.Â
âWhat are you talking about?â The confusion laced all over your face, watching as you climbed on the bed, finally naked and exposed, just the sight youâve been wishing to see all night.Â
âShow me why I let you fuck me and not Owen.â Abby perches her ass on your face, claiming the seat sheâs always owned since the moment the two of you met. Abby really doesnât give you much time to even take a moment to check out the ass you love so much before sheâs suffocating you with her pussy. Fuck her for bringing Owen, even if he ever wanted to eat her out, he didnât have the skill for it.Â
She knows that, you know it too, but it leaves you eager to prove just how much she likes it when sheâs riding your face. Not his, yours. Sheâs careful enough not to completely crush you, her hand smoothing over your stomach, blunt nails clawing at your skin as you act starved of her. You had been wanting her all night, but this would be enough, even if you remained untouched, knowing you made her cum would be enough until Abby wants to play nice.Â
The blonde stays quiet for a bit, even when sheâs enjoying it, your tongue rolling on her cunt, she begins to find a rhythm, moving her hips in a pace she likes, taking as she pleases. But you know just how to surprise, even if sheâs neutralized your hands, you know what your girl likes.Â
Tilting your head back just a little, giving you enough distance to spit on her cunt, her pink folds glistening more, her body shudders as a moan escapes. A curse of your name spoken before Abby can stop herself.Â
âShut upââ Abby starts to murmur off but you spit again, causing her entire body to shudder against your body, but you donât hold back. Being extra obnoxious for her as you make your ministrations loud, moaning into her soaked cunt, letting your tongue circle around her clit as you suck the bundle of nerves in your mouth.Â
âGod, feels sâgood, canât stop fucking your pretty face.â Abby almost fully seats herself, your attacks on her clit have her seeing stars. The soft build in her stomach is more than she can handle, sheâll cum soon if sheâs not careful.Â
So, she decides to level the playing field.Â
She bends over completely, burying her face in your soaking cunt. She decides to be torturous, blowing on your lower lips, enjoying the way you shudder. Hips continue to buck into her face immediately, desperate to be eaten. She giggles. Even if you are making her feel like she might explode at any given moment, Abby knows you are so much worse. She knows your swollen clit must be pulsating, aching for an ounce of attention, a swipe of her tongue, a light brush of her fingers â something.Â
âMhm, such a pretty pussy, baby.â Abby kissing your inner thighs, getting so close to where you need her to be, but not quite to where you want her. âHow bad do you want me to fuck your cunt?â She grins as you whimper, but you know better than to stop eating her out.Â
âGood girl.â Abby praises you as she runs a finger up your slit, feeling just how wet you are, thighs softly twitching as she sinks a finger into your hole, finding satisfaction in how tightly youâre clenching around her. Thumb swiping at your clit, âSee what happens when youâre good.âÂ
Abby wastes no time, not a single moment, her mouth pouncing on you with no further warning. A shriek rips out from the back of your throat, the vibration against her pussy sends a shiver down her spine. Sheâs slow with the movement of her tongue, sliding it between your folds, flicking it against your clit until sheâs wrapping her lips around the bud, and sucking hard.Â
The whines and whimpers sheâs always so greedy to hear tumbling from between your lips is muffled by her cunt, almost banished from making itâs way into the room as she curls her fingers just enough to have your lips sucking on Abbyâs clit harder. A certain kitten lick of your tongue on her clit has her head falling forward against the pillow with a guttural moan. The sound has you clenching tightly around the long thick fingers sheâs slowly working deeper in your pussy.
âKnew your mouth was fucking slutty,â Abby shivered, hips jerking up and trying to grind harder against your mouth. A mouth that she would die without. âSâgood, keep it up, you can do that, canât you?â She mocked, knowing you have no room to say anything. Not when you were eating her out like she would be your last meal.Â
âItâs a shame isnât it? That you canât even use your fingers this time. Know how much you like to make me cum on them, maybe next time, hm?â Abby taunted, using the tip of her tongue, sliding it up and down your inner thighs, collecting your slick in her wake. The taste of you on the muscle had her eyes rolling in the back of her head, pressing her thumb against your clit and rubbing the slowest yet dangerous circles. Enjoying the way you tremble above her. âAwh, so close already? Barely fucking touched you.âÂ
Her words have you whining into her cunt, humming around her clit and the blood rushes to her head at the obscene, loud sounds of you lapping at her pussy messily. Her slick runs down your chin, a sight sheâs seen hundreds of times before when youâre between her legs, and drops down onto her legs and bedsheet. âDonât have to see you to know youâre messyâ She growled from below you, curling her fingers against that spot deep inside you perfectly, grinning lazily when your legs clench around her head. âYeah, I know you love it, angel.â You can already picture her fucking smirk without having to look at her. Abby was cocky, and she sure as hell knew how to make you a trembling mess at all her touches. No matter if you were tied up or not.
Sucking softly at her clit, you hummed deliciously when her thighs twitched, hips still grinding up against your mouth, fucking herself shamelessly on your tongue. âThatâs a good girl, wanna make me cum so bad, donât you?â Another mock fell from between her lips. âI feel bad i tied you up, would love your fingers deep in my pussy right nowâ She sighed, fucking her fingers in and out of your pussy at a pace that isnât enough to make you cum, like you wanted, but enough to have you whining and on the edge of something she was willing to give you if you behaved.Â
Itâs when her fingers deliciously slide in your cunt, rubbing at the certain spot that has your body going limp within seconds, that sheâs spent hours brutally hitting with her cock, that youâre crying out around her clit, the sound still slightly muffled but you somewhat find movement and ground down against her fingers. âSo fucking needy.â The blonde murmured, wrapping one of her arms around your hips and keeping you still above her as the pace of her fingers picked up again. âYou want my fingers that bad? Fine, I'll give you them.â
You barely have time to understand what she means, because she crooks her fingers in a way that has you pulling away from her cunt, the growl she lets out makes your legs crush your head entirely, yours resting on her ass, unable to focus on anything but her fingers stuffing you full.Â
âDo you feel it, baby?â Abby doubles down on her efforts, thumb swiping at your clit, fingers so deep as she fucks against your grinding hips. âJust like that. Is my pretty girl close? Gonna show me what a good girl you are and cum for daddy?âÂ
âPlease, shit shit shit, Abbyââ The curses continue to tumble from your lips, one after the other they fall, a lovely melody falling on Abbyâs ear as it supplies her with the last effort she needs. The desperate cry from her loverâs mouth, the brat disappearing for the time being, all thatâs left is the woman she loves so intensely crying for relief. The only thing she wishes is to see you. Bright eyed, struggling to keep them open or your canines sinking into your lips so harshly you pull at your chapped lip, drawing blood as you attempt to hold yourself together. Most of all she wonders if she has you so close to the edge, so incredibly close the tears are beginning to well up in your eyes.Â
But she doesnât get to see any of it, so sheâll have to settle for the weeping sight of your cunt rather than your eyes. Abbyâs not sure which one she loves more at the moment.Â
âCâmon, want you to paint my face in your cum. Can you do that? I know you havenât wanted to obey tonight, but can you do this one thing for me?â You feel one of her fingers tease your puckered hole, using the slick coating her finger to tease the sensitive hole while she fucks the other. âBeen begging for it, yeah? So, give it to me.â You feel her fingers teasing your cervix as you finally give in.Â
Every bone in your body submits to her, as it always does, you become hers as she claims in a way anyone else fails to do. Itâs just the two of you, even if youâre unable to see her blissed out dilated blues, drunk on your cunt. The way she soothes you with her fingers, gently fucking you through your high, giving you just the right amount.Â
Then itâs there.Â
The slight gush squirting out of you and onto her face. Abby smiles wickedly and she immediately laps at your pussy. Obnoxiously and loudly, she makes a theatrical performance of it, making sure you can hear every suck she makes as she creates a makeshift funnel into her mouth, not being able to control herself. Sweetly, she doesnât allow a single drop go to waste.Â
âFeel sâgood Abby, I canâtââ Your body softens as you ride the end of your high. Abby can feel your breath on her cunt, sending a shiver up her spine.Â
âShh, I know, I got you.â Abby sweetly remarks, her tongue moving gently and sweetly as sheâs unable to stop herself from pushing you through, her fingers fucking you until youâre spent.
Slowly, yet tiredly, once Abbyâs had her fun, you press more of your weight on her, head resting comfortably on her toned thighs as you try to catch your breath. With the help of Abby rubbing your back slowly, you smiled into her skin and sighed.Â
Exhausted of not being able to touch her, you free yourself from the tie minutes later, ripping it into two, but she pins with the strength of her arms. Quick to hold you down, even when you want to move, Abby does it faster than you can comprehend. She licks the remainder of your cum with her tongue, savoring every last bit, enjoying the shake of your thighs. Abby slaps your cunt, you moan out her name, still sensitive from the earth-shattering orgasm youâd been given.Â
Abby is sporting a grin so sinister, you believe it nearly rivals a succubus closing in on itâs prey. Shifting her position, her pelvis against yours, her blond bush prickling your pussy, but sheâs too strong for you to move underneath her muscular frame â leaving no room for debate. Sparkling, golden waves falling over her shoulder, freckles littered across her body as if they were her own galaxy being created, a universe unique to her. Every inch of her is more exquisite than the next, you donât understand anyone who doesnât appreciate her as the beautiful, loving, angel she is. She should never be treated as anything but. You want to give her the world, everything good in the world she deserves, and you hope itâs not too late for her to see it just as you do.Â
Doesnât hurt she fucks like her life depends on it.Â
âYou gonna be good for me and fucking take it?â Abby shifts your legs so it lays over her shoulder, lazily spitting on your pussy, enjoying the soft sigh escaping your body. Itâs evil, maniacal even, torturing you like this but you canât help but buck your hips. Trying to chase the high, sheâd just given you.Â
âSo eager. Even after I made you come all over my face. Greedy baby.�� Abby slaps your cunt once again, she takes pleasure in the way your body twitches, convulsing for more. The way youâre moving your hips, needing her to give you what she knows youâve needed. Too stubborn, too selfish, and too fucking horny to stay away from the chiseled greek goddess.Â
âDo you wanna feel my clit on yours baby? Is this what you want?â Abby moves her hips forward as she hikes your leg further on her toned shoulder. âYou wanna feel how wet I am for you? Mhm, sâwhat youâve been needing, just me and my cunt on yours. Itâs all a filthy whore needs. Isnât that right?âÂ
âAbby, baby, yes. That. Fuck, youâre so perfect.âÂ
âThatâs right, Iâm fucking perfect.â Abby gives you one thrust, enjoying the soft bounce of your tits, head half-craned and slumped against the headboard as youâre rendered helpless under her strong weight. The euphoric bliss youâre offered when she decides to be generous and over a steady pace.Â
Small, pierced nipples harden as she continues her ministrations, she feels every nerve ending of her body on fire. Even if she enjoys you teasing with her, acting like youâre in control, calling the shots, this is where you belong. A needy whore begging for more of her. This time itâs her cunt you need, her dripping and weeping pussy connecting with your own. You need to feel how wet she is, both of your clits rubbing against each other. The bundle of nerves colliding together over, and over, and over. Abbyâs slick mixed with your own, so much you can feel is dripping near your puckered hole, unexplored territory you know youâd let her explore.Â
Abby seeâs the red markings on your stomach, her being the maker of the scratches, too blissed out to control herself. She traces them with a delicate hand, a silent apology for being too rough with you. Something physical, tangent even, on how you make her feel. If sheâs being honest with herself, youâre the only one who makes her feel anything. Itâs why she comes back to you, even when the little angel on her shoulder tells her she shouldn't, that itâs wrong. When the guilt threatens to eat her alive, she sees your smile, hears your laugh that would put a symphony to shame. Better yet, she still has the privilege to make you feel good. To try and do everything in her power to make you feel as great as you make her feel.Â
But you donât know any of it.Â
This. You. Her. All of it may be fleeting. She might not choose you. This might be a short fling before she ties the knot with this stupid man she claims sheâll leave. You canât put your money on it, but youâll bet on her thinking about you for the rest of her life if she wishes to stay with a man. One that will never deserve her.Â
Owen will never know Abby the way you do and youâll do anything you can to make her see it.Â
âYou are. Everything about you is perfect. Those beautiful blues I wanna get lost in for hours. The lips I never want to leave me. The hands I want on me all the time, the ones I think about whenever Iâm alone and I donât have you there to fuck me.â You spill out, causing Abby to become over eager to please, her hips thrusting harder against yours, chasing the feeling she feels building within her.Â
She whimpers, again.Â
Youâve lost count on how many have left her tonight. Itâs the hope youâre clinging onto. The vulnerability she never lets leak but tonight she does. Never has she been so vocal about what she wants, but after tonightâs fight, the threat of you leaving, Abbyâs desperate to keep you. Even if wants to pretend like sheâs in control, the look on those worrisome pools of blue tells you something different.Â
âFeesl, sâgood, shit.â Abbyâs blissed out face, head thrown back as she sinks into the feeling. With a clenched jaw, she grinds down into your pussy, her swollen clit pulsating, feeling your cum gravitate towards her cunt. As if this is what it was meant for, you, her â destined to find another.Â
Again. Again. Again.Â
Her pale skin becomes flush, rises of pink and red expands on her toned chest, her abs clenching causing each ridged lined more defined as she fucks you into another dimension. She coaxes you into her warm, slippery pussy like itâs a lionâs den. The cage is meant to keep you in, designed to never be released from the sharp canines breaking into your skin, the claws sheâs managed to dig in, the strength she exhibits each time she stalks you like her prey.Â
The false pretenses, the way she fluffs you with small affections, begging to be petted and played with but then tears at the skin she helped heal. Even if it leaves you bloody, clenching your chest to find one final breath, the appetite for her never ceases to exist. When she draws the last drop of blood from your veins, youâll thank her with a gleeful smile.Â
Deeply, you want Abby to feel this lush high, this euphoric feeling rushing to her head, making her impossibly drunk on you as she cries out for more, you want her to feel every bit of it knowing heâll never give this to her. Heâs a fool in the eyes of goddesses alike, a simple servant to keep her in a mediocre rise of security. A placeholder, a pathetic one at that. Too incredibly vain to swallow a meaningless ego to offer what she really needs but youâll do it gleefully in a blink of an eye.Â
He could never give her what she deserves.Â
The divine feminine found between your thighs, the sweet nectar sheâs spent hours lapping at into all hours of the night, leaving before the sun rises. The walk of shame back to her apartment, glimpses of you never leaving her as she goes about her day.Â
This will be just another image burned in her brain, you underneath her body, taking everything sheâs giving but itâs so much more intimate than either of you even planned for. The altercation from earlier in the night fizzled out the moment her lips met yours.Â
Abbyâs palm grips onto the headboard, gaining leverage as she fucks you. âOpen your fucking mouth, such a big one, huh? Definitely showed me how much tonight, so, do it again.â Using her strong grip, she squeezes your chin, applying pressure as you obey her willfully. Your lips forming at her wish, she continues to get off, the euphoric sounds of your cunt echoing through the room as you give her everything she wants.Â
The her spit drips onto your mouth, pupils dilated as she watches you accept it with a sparkle gleaming in your eyes. Bright and beautiful as you thrust your hips against, enjoying yourself even more with her spit in your mouth. Obnoxiously, you swallow loudly, moaning as you do.Â
âCan you spit on my pussy? Please? I know mâalready soaked, but I need it.â You request sweetly, knowing sheâs less likely to reject you if youâre sweet about it. Instead, she places her hand on your throat, decorating it beautifully with her rough grip.Â
Just like that, the woman who loves you, attends to your every need, evaporates into thin air and the one who aims to take control over your very essence is back. The one who likes to push you over the edge until she feels like youâre satisfied enough is back.Â
Abby isnât going to stop until youâve soaked every inch of her mattress. The one she slept in last night, Owen by her side, but now she believes it needs a level of christening.Â
Extending her long fingers, she pulls at your bottom lip with her thumb applying more pressure at your neck. âDo you think youâre really in a position to ask for anything? Be grateful that you even get to feel my pretty pussy, yeah? Shouldnât even be fucking my pretty girl after the shit you pulled today.âÂ
âMâsorry, okay? Fuck, please, pleaseâ can you forgive me? I just wanted toâŚâ Then before you can even take a moment to breathe, sheâs giving you something to choke on. Long, thick, fingers crawling their way down your throat, tickling the back of it, you feel the coolness of her rings lay left on your lips.Â
âThere.â Abby sighs in content while she grins with greed. âNeeded something to shut you up, angel. Donât cry though, itâll be my cock next time for your second punishment.â You try to speak but it just comes out as murmurs, incoherent mumbles as Abby fucks your harder than she has all night. She continues to grip the headboard, each thrust more powerful than the last.Â
âThis what you fucking need. Someone to fuck the brat out of you, so, shut the fuck up and take it.â Abby commands as she moans when she sees your eyes roll back in heightened bliss, âForgetting how I just made you feel already? I know, brats have a hard time remembering. Daddy needs to make you cum again, huh?âÂ
âAbs, mâso sensitive. I donât think I can.â You confess, but Abby continued to fuck you harder, the power of her thrusts unrelenting. With each thrust, her folds sliding against your own as you take what she gives. âNo? Should have thought about that before you decided to mouth off to me, again.âÂ
She shifts your leg over to her other hip, bending you like her own makeshift pretzel, maneuvering you to her will as she fucks you from a better angle. Abby cockily grins as your mouth forms a soft o shape, your breath hiccups as you moan even louder. Your hands grip on her waist as she rides you. All you can do is look upon her in awe, sheâs a goddess like this. She always is but not even Owen could see her like you do. He would never be capable of appreciating her just the way she comes.Â
Muscles like an adonis, perfectly carved, the veins in her arms protrude as she grabs the headboard. Everything about her seems hard, rough, defined but has the sensual hips of the most entrancing woman alive. The way she rolls them with purpose, a dance sheâs choosing to partake in, one that she loves very much. Unable to stop even if she tried.Â
Yet itâs her big and bright blues which give her away. For the first time, you see her clearly. Beautiful, bright, and in love. Sheâs never looked at you the way she is now. Maybe she always did but this time sheâs letting you see the love laced underneath. Not ashamed of the softness of her emotions, the one sheâs always held like a burden, she carries it strongly.Â
You want to let her pull the words from your mouth, but she pulls at the bud between your thighs, claiming it as hers, waiting for you to give in to her. Abbyâs just as strong as she is stubborn. Even if sheâs already made you cum, she wonât let herself go until she gets it from you one more time.Â
âPretty, pretty, girl. Just one more time, mâkay? Need to see those gorgeous eyes roll back,â Freeing one of her hands, she picks up the ripped tie as she trickles the soft material down your abdomen, âGod, i need to see it. My beautiful angel, always so gorgeous and mine.âÂ
The silk feels good against your skin but you need her. You pull on her hair, bringing her close to you as Abby buries her head in the crook of your neck. For the first time tonight, she allows herself to whimper in your ear. Submitting herself to you in a way sheâs never done with anyone. Abby loses it when you stroke her hair gently.Â
As much as sheâs hellbent on making you come first, you have another objective on your mind.Â
âAnd youâre mine. Only mine.â Abby whimpers, her hips slowing down as you buck up into hers, leading the pace as she gives into you. âCâmon, my sweet girl, let it all go. I have you, mânever letting go, promise.âÂ
With a notion of protection and sealed love, Abby lets go. Every bit of her slumps against you as she finds her release, you follow after her as you slowly grind into her, letting her coast through the high as she nearly growls in your ear, chants of your name leaving like a prayer. A sworn faithfulness to the only person sheâs truly loved, cradling her as if sheâs done no harm. As if sheâs just as good and pure as you believe she is.Â
With her forehead pressed against yours, her blue eyes void of any cockiness, she squeezes them shut as she regains to catch her breath. Lazily, pulling a sheet over you both as it rests on her waist, protecting you with her warmth. Abby wonders if your heart beats as rapidly as hers, fingers tangled in her golden waves as you gently bring swollen pink lips to you. Basking in the way she molds perfectly to you as if this moment, you and her, meant to be fated.Â
One of her rough hands runs up and down your back, as the other grips your chin between her fingers, pulling you more into her as you share yet another soft and slow kiss. A kiss that has you smiling into her mouth as her tongue swipes across your bottom lip, teeth nipping at skin. âNeedy,â You canât help but giggle, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as Abby simply just shrugged and grinned up at you.Â
âCan you blame me? Youâre addicting.â She stated like it was the most obvious thing youâve ever heard. âYour lips are so soft, so thatâs another reason why i like kissing youâ
âThat's the only reason? My lips are soft?â You cocked your head to the side, fingers tracing the slope of her nose slowly, amused at the way she crunches it up cutely when you cup her face. âYou have pretty lips, a pretty nose, a pretty everythingâ You listed, leaning down to place a kiss between her furrowed eyebrows. âYou have a pretty heart that is made of goldâ
âI wouldnât say that much about my heart. Itâs caused a lot of pain lately.â Abby mutters sadly, fingers wrapping around your wrist and placing your hand on her cheek. âMâsorry for how I've treated you. Especially during this trip, a trip that was supposed to be so special and i kept fucking it up.â
âYouâre here with me now, thatâs all that matters, Abs. We matter, you matter.â Your voice was quiet, but with the close distance you shared with her, she heard it loud and clear. Your heart thumping loudly in your chest when she leans more into the palm of your hand, closes her and hums gently. âYou are so beautiful, I didn't think I could be this in love with someone, not like I am with you. You mean everything to me, and I want to show you just how much.âÂ
Your confession has her eyes snapping open again, baby blues peering into yours so vulnerable, that you were worried she was about to get up and flee again. It always happened when you got too much into your feelings and feelings towards Abby. But she didnât, instead, a shy smile appeared on her lips and a crimson blush coated the apples of her cheeks, her skin hot under your touch. âYou donât have to say anythingââ
âI love you with all my heart.âÂ
The confession is ruined by the sound of the door slamming against the wall, and it startles you both. Abbyâs moving to cover your body, protecting your vulnerability and being so exposed before her own. Her eyes quickly widen at the sight of Owen standing there. His chest is rising up and down, panting like heâs just ran a marathon. Heâs looking between you both, at you longer than he is at Abby, but heâs looking.Â
For a few seconds he doesnât do anything, he just stands there with no idea what to do or say. Luckily Abby feels the same, and she just glares at him down with a subtle growl that has you biting down on your lip. Your eyes quickly look back over at Owen with a grin. âCan you shut the door on the way out? Youâre ruining everything right now, i would like to fuck the woman of my dreams, again, and you are stopping me from doing thatâ You canât help but huff. âYou didnât treat her like the Queen she is, but donât worry, i will.â
Abby doesnât know whether to laugh or choke on the spit forming in her mouth the second the words fly out of yours.Â
Any other time, Owen would have caused a scene, woke everyone up with how loud he shouts, but this time he doesnât. He knows itâs his fault, him to be blamed for Abby needing someone else. He barely gave her the time of day, and pushed her away for someone who wasnât his girlfriend. Apart of him knew this day would come, she would leave him for you, he just didnât think it would happen like this. So with one final look, heâs turning on his heels, bolting out of the room and slamming the door behind him. Not wasting a single second to get out of there.Â
Leaving you both there, giggling.
Shaking her head at you, Abby cups her face between your hands not even seconds later, repeatedly placing kisses on your lips and melts at the sound as you both fall back onto the bed, in each others space, like youâve always meant to be with hushed whispers, and promises into each others mouth.Â
âItâs always been you. I love you, always and forever.â
Itâs safe to say, Owen wonât ever be tasting you again.

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Red, I'm bothered by how much I relate to Tess but even more bothered by me not having yet found my spark
Any words you can give?
There are many things in life you can't control, but the trajectory of your life will still be shaped by your choices, and nobody can make those choices for you.
If you feel powerless or aimless or generally lacking in self-determination, reach inside yourself right now and make an active choice - any choice, no matter how small. Choose to stand up and stretch, choose to go for a walk, choose to mitigate a discomfort you're feeling, choose to look up a skill you're curious about, choose to try something new.
Teach yourself that you have the power to move yourself, and teach yourself to feel the pull towards the things you want to achieve, and then teach yourself to follow that pull one step at a time. This is how we build agency from the ground up.
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what it takes
chapter 2 of willow & whiskey
a/n: thank you all so much for all the love the first chapterâs gotten đŤśđź ps: I ended up changing the title of the fic because I saw someone post another joel fic under a similar name and didnât want any confusion :)
pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader
summary: the trek to the state house begins... and ends in a way none of you expected.
warnings/tags: age gap, adult language, blood and violence, death
word count: 4.2k
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When Ellie woke the next morning, head lifting from where it had been nestled in your lap, she found you already awake.
Your back rested uncomfortably against the bookshelf behind you, posture stiff, but your expression was calm â watchful but not hostile. Your gun was within reach, resting on the ground beside you, yet your hands never reached for it.
Joel and Tess sat in front of you, a safe distance away, mirroring your posture. Tess seemed at least composed; Joel, on the other hand, was tense, his gaze fixed on Ellie.
Despite the clear unease in the room, you offered Ellie a small, reassuring smile as she stirred awake. Your fingers brushed through her hair â a light touch that spoke volumes and comforted Ellie beyond belief.
"Morning," Ellie greeted, voice dripping with sarcasm when she turned to the smugglers. The moment she moved to stand and use the restroom, Joel's gun was up.
Without hesitation, you moved too â not for your gun, but to shield Ellie with your body.
"Jesus," you cursed, lifting your hand up in exasperation. "You're one of those shoot first, ask questions later kinda guys, huh?"Â
Joel's glare flickered to you, but his grip on the gun didn't waver. You sighed, reaching down and pushing your own gun further away in an act of reluctant trust. There, you seemed to say. A truce.
You knew he wouldn't shoot â he couldn't. Ellie had made it through the night and if he didn't believe she was immune, he had to at least believe she wasn't going to turn. Her body resisted the bite.
Still, he didn't lower his weapon.
"Wow," you muttered, crossing your arms over your chest. "You must be a hoot during a trust exercise."Â
Ellie rolled her eyes, moving to your side to try another approach. "Do I look infected?"Â
"Show us your arm," Joel said flatly.
Ellie huffed but did as asked, rolling her sleeve up to reveal the same bite â unchanged.
Tess leaned forward, her tone more curious then accusatory. "What was Marlene doing with an infected kid?"
"She's not infected," you corrected gently. "We went to her when Ellie was bitten. Marlene had her tested every day to see if she was getting sick."
"Test her how?"
Ellie groaned, shifting from foot to foot. "I have to pee."
"Test you how?" Tess pushed, turning to the girl.
"They'd make me count to 10 and hold out my hand and then keep it steady. But, you know, I think what really impressed them was the fact that I didn't turn into a fucking monster. Now, can I please?" She asked, turning to you.
You hesitated, casting a glance at Joel â who was still gripping his gun like he expected Ellie to morph into a Clicker mid-sentence.
Your lips pressed together, but you turned back to Ellie, eyes softening. "Go ahead."Â
Joel didn't move, but his grip tightened.
You sighed dramatically, giving him a look that was more amused than combative. "So she survived the night, which is as much proof as there possibly could be, and you still don't believe, old man?"Â
Joel scowled. "Old man?"Â
"Hey, if the shoe fits." You smirked before stepping back to stand watch near Ellie.
Joel muttered something under his breath, but his gun finally lowered.
As you leaned against the doorway, listening to Tess and Joel whispering amongst themselves â they were much louder than they thought they were being.
You could tell Tess was starting to believe you; she mentioned Ellie making it through the night without turning. Joel, however, was less convinced, stating they should sneak Ellie back into the QZ and find a different way to get the battery.
Ellie was done and walking back into the room before they could come to an agreement.Â
Then, the four of you sat down and ate what you assumed to be lunch, considering you'd all slept through breakfast after the long, grueling journey the night before.
Now, in this abandoned office building you were in, the air was damp, smelled like concrete and mildew. You perched yourself on top of a mossy spot, stomach already grumbling.
"You two can share some of ours," Tess offered, holding out a pitiful-looking ration of dry, stale food.
You winced at the sight. "Thanks. Marlene sent us with our own."
Tess and Joel gnawed at their jerkyâtough, unappetizing, and depressingly dryâwhile you and Ellie tore into your sandwiches, inhaling them. The stark contrast was almost embarrassing.
"Is that chicken?" Tess asked, eyes widened in something bordering reverence.
Ellie nodded mid-chew. "Marlene said they get it from smugglers... Guess not you guys."
You snorted at that comment, nearly choking on your bite.
"Why are you so important to Marlene?"
Ellie hesitated to answer, giving you the space to. "There's a Firefly base camp somewhere out west with doctors. They're working on a cure."
Joel hummed, low and unimpressed. "Mhm. I've heard this before."
"Whatever happened to Ellie â "
" â is the key to finding the vaccine," Joel finished in a deadpan mimic, as if he'd heard it a million times. "That's what this is about? Vaccines, miracle cures â none of it works. Ever."
"Hey, fuck you, man," Ellie snapped, bristling at his cynicism. "I didn't ask for this!"
"You and me both," he mumbled before turning to Tess. "This isn't gonna work. We need to go back."
Tess exhaled, rubbing at her temple before leveling him with a look. "Let's just finish it. Even if she is or isn't what the Fireflies believe she is, we'll get what we want."
Joel hesitated, jaw locking as silence stretched between you all. Then, with a begrudging nod, he turned to you and relented, "If she so much as twitches..."
Right on cue, Ellie let out a gurgling snarl, snapping her teeth together to mimic an Infected.
Joel's glare cut to you, and you swatted Ellie's arm to get her to stop. "She'll behave," you promised. "Okay?" You glanced between them, gaze lingering on Joel, trying to smooth the tension in the air.Â
"Okay," he huffed in surrender, going to gather his pack so you all could begin the day's trek.Â
As he grabbed his gun off the floor, Ellie immediately piped up, "Can I have a gun?"Â
"Absolutely not," Joel growled, at the same time as you offered a soft, "Maybe when you're older."Â
Ellie huffed. "Okay, Jesus, fine. I'll just throw a fucking sandwich at them."Â
After packing up, Joel led the way outside, holding the door open as you passed through. You glanced up at him, murmuring a quiet, "Thank you."
It was a simple thing, but it still surprised him. He hadn't heard someone be so polite in a long time. He didn't know what to do with it. So, he simply grunted in response but retaking his position at the head of the group, beside Tess.Â
Ellie, walking beside you, turned her head to take in the ruined city, her expression shifting from wary to awestruck. For the first time, she was seeing downtown in the daylight, and the sheer scale of it had her stunned into silence.
Your heart swelled seeing her take it all in; she was utterly in awe. It was a welcomed, rare view and you took a mental picture of the sight before nudging her.
"Cool, huh?"
She nodded eagerly, jaw still practically on the floor, eyes flickering across shattered windows, rusted cars, and vines creeping up twenty-story buildings. It was the quietest you'd ever seen her, just soaking in all the beauty the world still had.
Tess eventually informed everyone that the route to the State House required passage through a hotel. On the long walk there, Ellie kept nudging Tess with questions â about Infected, the bombings in the city when the outbreak happened, whatever she saw. It was clear she was starting to warm up to her. The same could be said for Tess, who did her best to answer all of Ellie's inquiries.
That meant you got stuck walking beside Joel.Â
"Your watch isn't the only thing that's broken," you commented absently, eyes glued to the pair walking ahead.
Joel made a low noise in his throat. "Hmm?"
You motioned to his side. "Your hand."
He subconsciously tucked the hand out of view. "Oh. Maybe a hairline," he muttered. "It'll heal fast."
"It'll heal wrong," you corrected. "I've got some compression wrappings and anti-inflammitories in my pack. You can use them when we stop."
He studied you for a beat before asking, "You used to be a doctor in the QZ?"
A laugh slipped out before you could stop it, but your smile faltered quickly. "No, I just... I just read a lot."
Joel hadn't known you for that long, but he could tell you were a shitty liar. Still, he made the decent decision not to press.
"What'd you do before the outbreak?" You asked quietly, shifting the topic.
"I was a contractor," Joel answered. "Used to build houses, stores."Â
"Did you like it?"Â
He shrugged. "Paid the bills."Â
Your brows furrowed at that. "You didn't have a dream job? Like, I don't know â CEO? Musician? Dad?"Â
His gaze snapped at you at that last one. Dad?Â
You shrugged. "My mom used to say it was a full-time gig."
Joel didnât respond. He just walked in silence for a few moments before pivoting to Ellie, telling her to drink some water, making sure she stayed hydrated.
Tess took notice of the interaction, finding the corners of her lips twitching up ever so slightly. It was nice to see someone who still believed in small kindnesses.
She cleared her throat, asking, "Hey, nobody's gonna be coming after you two, right? Like, Mom... Dad... Boyfriends?"
You shared a quick look with Ellie before answering for both of you. "No." Your eyes dropped to the ground as you added, "No one's coming."Â
The words sat heavy in the air.
"Hotel" was a generous word to describe the building entered; "swamp" was far more accurate.Â
The air was thick with dampness, and a pool of stagnant, murky water stretched out in the lobby, complete with lily pads, frogs, and the occasional floating scrap of debris.
The waist-deep water was vile, seeping into your jeans and shoes, turning everything a miserable mossy green.
Ten floors up, your group hit its first obstacle: a jammed door. The only way through was for someone to climb over the adjacent rubble and clear the blockage from the other side.
Tess volunteered, which left you, Joel, and Ellie alone in the hallway.
After a few moments of silence, Joel eyed Ellieâs switchblade tricks. "Nice knife. Whereâd you learn to do that?"
"The circus," she deadpanned, causing you to nudge her side, silently telling her to knock it off. "Where are you from?" Ellie forced the question out, trying to make small talk.
"Texas," he answered. And the moment he said it, you let out a snort.
Of course he was from Texas. He may not have oozed Southern charm but his accent easily gave him away. That, and how naturally gentlemanly he was â always opening doors for you girls when it was safe, going through them first when it wasn't; lending a steadying hand when you had to climb over a particularly tricky hurdle. Practical. Protective.
His gaze was immediately fixed on you, lips parting to speak before Ellie beat him to it.Â
"What about Tess?"
"Detroit... it's in Michigan."
Ellie rolled her eyes. "I go to school. I know where Detroit is." A moment of silence passed before she continued. "So, uh, you and Tess like a â "
Joel cut her off. "Pass."
She huffed, then tried again. "How'd you end up in Boston?"
"Pass. No more questions about me."
You cut in then, interrupting. "You got to ask her about the knife. She gets a question."
"She evaded mine," Joel shot back.
"Calls himself old, but his memory is sharp as a whistle," you mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest.
"Kid, you were the one who called me old," he corrected, one brow lifting.Â
You shrugged. "Like I said â sharp as a whistle."Â
Ellie spoke again when silence blanketed over your group. "How long do Infected live?"
Joel was quick to quip. "Oh, I thought you went to school."
You chuckled, ruffling Ellie's hair while she shrugged. "I never said it was a good school."
Still, Joel answered. "Some last about a month or two. But there's others been walkin' around 'bout twenty years."
"Ever kill one?"
"Yeah, I killed lots of 'em," Joel answered.
"Was it hard? Like, knowing they were people once?"
Your gaze flickered up to Joel then, waiting for his answer.Â
He simply offered Ellie a shrug and a, "Sometimes."
"What about that guy last night?"
Before Joel could even begin to form an answer, Tess suddenly appeared on the other side of the door, pulling it open for you all to pass through.
"Saved by the bell," you sang as you shuffled past Joel â who, of course, held the door open for you. Gentleman.
The hike from the hotel to the museumâyour next stopâwas short. What awaited you inside, however, felt like a lifetime.
Even in its decrepit state, you were surprised by how much of the museum still stood. Most exhibits were intact, their artifacts frozen behind glass displays, covered in years of dust. It was eerieâlike a ghost of the past stubbornly clinging on through infinite layers of dust, refusing to be forgotten.
Turning a corner from the visitor center, you suddenly froze. "Oh, shit," you breathed, taking a sharp step back.
Joel was at your side in an instant, gun and flashlight raised. It took only a second to register the sight before you â what was left of a security guard, his body torn apart, limbs at unnatural angles, as if something had tried to pull him in different directions at once.
"What the fuck did that?" Ellie gasped from beside you, making you turn her face into your chest to block the gruesome view from her. She didn't need to be scarred like that.
Your head snapped to Tess as she softly spoke, "Maybe... maybe he was attacked outside and crawled through the doors. Door was open â could've been him... I don't hear anything."Â
"Who would you hear?" Ellie asked, pulling her head away from your chest to meet Tess's eyes.
Joel's hand immediately shot out in warning â an unspoken command to be quiet. Tess had gone stiff beside him, eyes scanning, body tense.Â
Your stomach tightened. "What â did an Infected do that?" you whispered, your own eyes widening.
Tess and Joel shared a look before Joel turned to you and Ellie, voice low but firm. "Okay, from this point forward, we are silent. Not quiet â silent." Ellie went to open her mouth to ask why but your arm wrapped around her, hand clasping over her mouth. "No questions. Just do it."Â
Ellie opened her mouth to ask why, but you were already wrapping an arm around her shoulders, pressing a hand lightly over her lips. She looked up at you, brows furrowed, and you simply nodded before letting go.
The group moved carefully through the museum, Tess bringing up the rear, keeping you and Ellie sandwiched safely between her and Joel.
Then, just as you reached the top of the stairs, the entire structure beneath you gave way.
The deafening crash sent dust and debris flying, shoving you, Tess, and Ellie onto the floor. You barely had time to scramble up before Joelâs hand was on your waist, pulling you up, steadying you. Your eyes shot up to meet his, lips going to form a grateful smile, until a screech echoed through the halls.
Joel and Tess's guns were immediately trained towards the clicking of the Infected, while you began to slowly pull Ellie back further into the room, creating some distance. Tess followed, then Joel.
Then the Infected.
Just one.Â
Coming into the room and forcing your group up against a glass exhibit. Its loud screeching filled the room, which was otherwise quiet, save for Ellie's heavy breathing.
You reached out, hand on her shoulder, grounding her â silently pleading with her to stop breathing so loud.
You're okay, you mouthed to her, nodding encouragingly.Â
The Infected rounded the glass case, coming around to Joel's side, oblivious. The moment Ellie's eyes caught the Infected, closer than she'd ever seen one, her breathing hitched, loudly.Â
The Infected instantly turned to her, screeching loudly. Joel began to shoot at it, shouting for you to run, and you didnât hesitate â grabbing Ellieâs wrist, dragging her through the room as Tess fired behind you. You stumbled over a display stand, the impact sending you sprawling.
"Run!"Â you shouted to Ellie, yanking your gun up and firing, taking down one of them just in time. You bolted, rounding the corner, breath ragged.
Rounding another corner, you spotted the beam of Joel's flashlight before you saw him, pressed up against another cabinet, reloading his gun.
Upon noticing you, he motioned you to him, letting you take his place against the cabinet as he continued to refill the chamber of his gun.
As if on queue, you heard the Infected nearby, quietly clicking.Your fingers curled into Joelâs jacket without thinking, pulling him closer. His body was tense, his heartbeat a wild rhythm against your skin. You tilted your head up, catching his gaze in the dim light. He was already looking at you.
A silent moment.
Then, his hand found your waist, pulling you even closerâsteadying you both.
Carefully, you pressed your half-loaded gun into his palm, exchanging weapons without a word.
In the dark, your hand found his, exchanging his gun for yours, which was at least half-loaded.
Then, he nudged his head towards the exit sign in the far corner, and you nodded your head, quietly following after him, one hand clutching his jacket so you would't lose him.
You two shuffled along the perimeter of the room, only freezing when Joel accidentally stepped on some broken glass, the noise loudly ringing in your ears.
In a flash, the Infected was on you two. It knocked you both onto the ground, screeching as its claws scraped against your jacket. Joel kicked it off, scrambling up, but you were fasterâyour gun already raised.
One shot to the head. It dropped.
You waited a moment, ears perked, listening for more Infected. Hearing nothing, your slumped forward, forehead resting between Joel's shoulder blades.
"Oh, my God," you mumbled against his jacket, trying to catch your breath.
"You alright?" He asked from in front, gun still pointed at the only entrance to the room.
You nodded against his back before leaning your head back. "You?"Â
He nodded, leading you out of the room. You met Tess and Ellie by the exit, where all of you climbed out of a window. While Tess sat down to tend to a twisted ankle, you and Ellie made your way across a wooden beam connecting the museum to another rooftop.Â
You two took in the view of the setting sun before you, reflecting on the shiny gold dome of the State House â it was beautiful.
"That was insane," Ellie began, letting out a shaky laugh.
You nodded your head, heart just now beginning to beat regularly in your chest. "Are you okay?"Â
She nodded, showing you her arm. "Just a scratch. Least I didn't shit my pants."Â
"Proud of you," you teased, tousling her hair.Â
A silence passed before Ellie said, "That was scary, huh?" You nodded your head. "It was me breathing too loud that caused all that... right?"Â
You shrugged. "Probably would've been me tripping over something if you gave it enough time. Or Joel grumbling about how musty it was in there." That made her laugh. "You were just unlucky this time... You'll get better with more experience."
Soon, Joel joined your duo, also taking in the view.
"Is it everything you hoped for?" He asked Ellie, watching her take it all in.
"Jury's still out," she replied. "But, man, you can't deny that view."Â
Your smile matched hers as you wrapped an arm around her, squeezing her close to you. You pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head before Tess came over, ready to make the home stretch of your trek.
As you neared the State House, you reached for Ellie's hand, giving it a squeeze.Â
"You okay?" You asked. "Bit quiet."Â
She nodded, but her eyes betrayed her, flickering to the fresh scratch on her arm. "What if â "
You were already shaking your head, reassuring her. "You're good," you said softly, voice steady and sure.
"How do you know?"Â
"Because I'm your big sister. And big sisters know everything."Â
She managed a small smile then, gripping your hand tighter as you walked the rest of the way.
The Firefly truck was parked outside, right where Marlene said it would be â only, there weren't any Fireflies in sight... until you rounded the other side of the truck.
One body, already starting to decay.
And a trail of blood, leading inside.
Tess stormed ahead, motioning for you three to follow.
The scene inside wasn't any better. More bodies, more blood, more death.
"What the hell happened?" you murmured, instinctively pulling Ellie closer as you took in the destruction.
Joel surveyed the room with narrowed eyes. "One of 'em got bit." He gestured toward patient zero, whose twisted corpse lay slumped against the wall. "Turned the others. Healthy ones fought the sick ones. Everyone lost."
You went to speak but were cut off by Tess rummaging through the leftover supplies, looking for a radio. Coming up short, she turned to Ellie and snapped, "Where did Marlene say that she was taking you?"Â
"Uh, I don't know. Just west."Â
"Just west â okay, fuck. Well, I mean, one of them's gotta have a map on them, right?"Â
She dropped to her knees, flipping through the pockets of a dead Firefly. Your stomach twisted at the sight, eyes flickering over to Joel to find some repreieve.Â
"Tess," he began, voice sharp. "It's over. We are going home."Â
"It's not my fucking home!" she snapped, turning to look at him.
You tensed, stepping in front of Ellie. There was something in Tess's voice â desperation. Like a string pulled so tight it was about to snap.
She exhaled sharply. "I'm staying... Our luck had to run out sooner or later."Â
"Fuck," Ellie muttered under her breath, making both you and Joel turn to her. "She's infected."Â
Tess scoffed, yanking down her collar to reveal the ugly bite blooming on her neck. "Oops, right?"Â
Your stomach dropped.
She turned to Ellie, softly asking her to take her bandage off. She did so, and her scratch was starting to heal, the redness nearly gone now. "Look, Joel, this is real. She's fucking real... I need you to get her to Bill and Frank's. They'll take the girls off your hands. They'll handle it from there."
Joel was already shaking his head. "No, no, no. I can't. They won't take 'em."
"They will," Tess insisted. "You'll convince them. And if you can't, she will." She turned to you, and your throat went dry. "She's sweet and good and kind. Frank will see that. I mean, you saw how he welcomed us; he'll roll the red carpet out for her."Â
Neither you nor Joel could bring yourselves to speak.Â
Tess turned back to Joel, voice trembling now. "I never ask you for anything... Not to feel the way I felt, not â " She stopped herself, inhaling sharply. "This is your chance. You get them there, you keep Ellie alive, and you set everything right. All the shit we did." She swallowed hard. "Please say yes, Joel. Please."Â
Before he could respond, a rasping sound from behind made you snap around.
One of the Infectedâhalf-crushed beneath another bodyâwas waking, reaching blindly for Ellie.
You didnât hesitate. You drew your gun and fired, but in doing so, the Infected's hand came to rest on a patch of cordyceps. Fuck.
As Tess had said, it grew underground, stretching long distances. And now that you had triggered It, you may have woken a dozen Infected from somewhere else. Now they knew where you were; they were coming.
Joel darted to the door, peeking outside to see a swarm of them running toward the State House.
"They're comin'," he said, rushing back over. "Maybe a minute."Â
 Tess didn't waste a second. She pushing over a stack of barrels, oil spilling across the floor, then scattered grenades into the mess.
You watched silently as she did so, eyes filling with tears, throat burning as realization sank In.
"What are you doing?" Ellie asked, voice small.
"Making sure they don't follow you."Â
Tess stepped closer to Joel, whispering something to him. Whatever it was, it made his face go blank, his eyes darkening with something heavy. And then, before Ellie could react, Joel grabbed her arm and dragged her toward the exit.
"We're not leaving her! Get off me!" She wailed, thrashing in his grip.
Joel barely glanced at youâjust a brief flicker of his eyes, checking that you were following.
But you werenât moving. Not yet.
You turned to Tess. She was already reaching for her lighter, hands steady.
"Thank you," you whispered.
Her lips twitched. Not quite a smile. Just the ghost of one.
Then you turned to follow after Joel.Â
You barely made it a few yards before the explosion ripped through the air, a fireball swallowing the entrance to the State House. The force of it shook the ground, heat pulsing at your back.
Tess was gone.
Your group immediately felt smaller without her.
The weight of it settled heavy in your chest, pressing down, making it hard to breathe.
This was going to be the price of getting out west â you either made it or paid with your lives. Suddenly, the stakes seemed much higher than you'd ever anticipated. And, all you wanted to do was run back to your scrappy little QZ apartment and huddle under the covers until the storm passed.
Instead, you kept walking.
Because Ellie was still holding your hand.
And you werenât letting go.
Not now. Not ever.
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A Spark in the Darkness
Chapter 2 Attitude
Description: You continued your trip with Joel and Ellie. You came to Bill and Frank's house. Joel hates your attitude, but he loves how you handle things đ Little smut at the end.
Pairing: You / Joel Miller
Warnings â ď¸: mention of death, angst, dirty and bad words, jerking off.
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After a long day of walking, Joel suggested you stop at his old stash spot. "Need to check on things and leave a somethin' " he said, his voice gruff.
Ellie, eager to explore, announced, "I'm gonna see if there's anything left."
"Everything's already picked over," Joel grumbled, but Ellie was already slipping inside room.
You sat there, watching Joel, a curious glint in your eye. While he was checking his stash, you rummaged around and stumbled upon an old box of condoms. You couldn't help but laugh. "Well, you always need these," you teased.
Joel looked at you, his expression a mixture of confusion and annoyance. He called for Ellie.
Ellie emerged from the small room, looking disgruntled. "Picked over my ass," she muttered, holding up a box of tampons. You laughed.
After that you continued your journey, heading towards Bill and Frank's house. Joel assured you that these two men would be able to help you.
While you were walking through the fields, Ellie, ever curious, turned to Joel. "How did this all even start?" she asked.
Joel sighed, a grim expression on his face. He explained everything her.
Then he stops her saying "We are crossing our path through the wood."
Ellie asks "Why are we going through the woods?"
"There are some things you shouldn't see," Joel said gruffly.
"Well, now I need to see," Ellie declared, and before anyone could stop her, she took off running.
You looked at Joel, a flicker of concern in your eyes. He watched her go, a grim look on his face.
Ellie soon reappeared, her face pale. She had stumbled upon a ditch filled with the skeletons of people. "What⌠what happened to them?" she stammered. Joel explained. "The armyâŚthey killed them."
Ellie looked at you, her eyes searching for answers. "Those people weren't sick?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"No, probably not" you confirmed, the memory of those dark days flooding back. "Our governmentâŚthey were fucked up. I've seen worse things than this."
You pulled Ellie close, hugging her tightly. "Let's go," you said softly.
Joel watched you both, a sadness etched on his face. He wondered about the things you had seen, the horrors you had endured. You were a survivor, tougher than you looked, but the weight of the past was clearly evident in your eyes.
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The house was eerily silent. Dust motes danced in the slivers of light that pierced through the boarded-up windows. "I'm gonna check the other rooms," Joel said.
You nodded, watching him disappear down the hallway. Ellie, sitting at the worn wooden table, picked up a folded piece of paper. She read it slowly, her brow furrowed. Then, she handed it to you. Bill and Frank were gone.
Joel returned, his face grim as he saw letter. "They're dead, isn't? he said, his voice barely a whisper. Ellie showed him the letter. "You read it," he said.
As she read, Joel watched you, his eyes searching your face. You felt sad.
He went outside, checking the garage and a truck. He returned a short while later.
"I found a car battery," he said, "Should be charged up soon."
He looked at you. "I have a brother, I need to find him" he said, his voice rough. "He is in Wyoming. He was with the Fireflies⌠maybe he knows something, maybe he knows where that lab is."
You nodded, understanding.
"If we're going together," he said, his voice firm, "there will be rules."
"Number one: Don't mention Tess. Ever. We keep our history to ourselves."
You agreed, though the words felt like a bitter pill to swallow.
"Number two," he continued, "You don't talk about your condition to nobody. Understand?"
Ellie nodded solemnly.
"And third," he said, his eyes fixed on you, "You are gonna do what I say, when I say it. Are we clear?"
Ellie said, "What you say it goes."
"Fuck," you muttered under your breath, "I fuckin' hate that rule." Joel shook his head.
"You'll get used to it," he said.
"Hell I won't." you say it with harsh voice.
"What are we going to do now?" Ellie asked, her voice small.
"Let's grab what we can," Joel said, already heading towards the basement.
The basement was a treasure trove of supplies. "Shit, this guy was a genius," Ellie muttered, her eyes wide with amazement.
Joel was at the computer, methodically turning off the radio signal and silencing the music player. "Grab some canned food," he instructed.
Ellie, however, was drawn to the wall, a veritable arsenal of firearms. "Dude," she exclaimed.
Joel looked at her, his expression hardening. "No."
"But there's a whole wall of them!" Ellie protested. Joel continued to stare at her, his jaw clenched.
You, ever the opportunist, stepped forward and grabbed the largest gun you could find. "What?" you said, grinning. "I like them BIG! Look how it fits perfectly in my hand." You raised the gun, inspecting it with a predatory glint in your eye.
Joel was taken aback. He was both angry and surprised by your audacity. Ellie burst out laughing.
Joel, after a moment of stunned silence, simply shook his head. "Alright, alright," he conceded, a grudging smile playing on his lips. He knew he wouldn't be able to stop you anyway.
You spent the next hour collecting supplies.
Joel was at the garage, tinkering with the truck. Ellie was in the shower. You returned to check on him.
He was at the work table, fixing the car battery. "Ellie's in the shower," you announced, "and I'm next."
You paused, a mischievous glint in your eye. "And I think you really need one."
"Cuz really, pfff. You smell bad."
He looked at you with that mad face.
"What? You don't like jokes?" you asked.
"No, I don't," he growled, "And I don't like your attitude."
"Oh really?" you retorted, "Well, I really don't like yours either, grumpy asshole."
He got more mad, coming closer to you. "What did I tell you about talking to me like that, darlin'?" He grabbed your wrists, pinning you against the wall.
His touch sent a jolt through you. You were close, dangerously close, and for the first time, you felt a raw passion emanating from him. He was angry, yes, but there was something else there â a simmering intensity, a desire that surprised you both.
"Oh yeah, Mr. Miller," you teased, a playful glint in your eye, "will you teach me a lesson?"
He leaned closer, his breath hot on your face. He growled, his body burning with a lust. He still held your wrists firmly against the wall, his grip tightening. You liked his attitude.
He looked at your face, then lower, his gaze lingering on your breasts. "You⌠you wanna see them again, don't you?" you continued to tease him.
"Shut up," he muttered, his eyes darkening.
"Come on, Mr. Miller," you purred, "I bet you've dreamed about this, don't you?"
You managed to free your hand from his grip. Then, with a mischievous grin, you placed your right hand on his bulge. He was rock-hard, he enjoyed in your earlier teasing. "Ooh," you breathed, "impressive for an old man like you. So hard, and I didn't even touch you."
He leaned closer, his eyes burning with desire. He liked your touch, liked the way you were pushing his buttons. "Don't stop, please." He muttered.
You started rubbing his pants, a slow, deliberate motion. He groaned, his head thrown back.
"Imagine what I could do if you'd let me," you whispered, your voice husky with desire.
"Fuck," he muttered, his voice rough.
You add "I feel it's the big one."
He looked at your face."You⌠you like them big, don't you?" he growled.
"Fuck yes, I do," you whispered, your eyes locked with his. You slipped your hand into his pants. He was so hard and throbbing, already leaking with precum. He groaned, a low, guttural sound escaping his lips. He hadn't felt this in years. He enjoyed your touch, the way your hand explored his length.
"Your hand is so soft," he whispered, his voice hoarse, "You handle a cock just as good as you do a gun, darlin'."
"Fuck, I really wanna have this cock in my mouth," you breathed, your voice husky with desire. He groaned again, "I'm so closeâŚ"
You increased the pressure, your movements faster, harder. He arched his back, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Then, he erupted, a wave of pleasure washing over him. He came hard on your hand, a low moan escaping his lips. He was breathing heavily, his body trembling. You slightly move a thumb across the tip of his cock.
"Looks like your cock likes my attitude, Mr. Miller," you teased, a triumphant glint in your eye.
He cursed, "Fuck, that was good."
"Well, look at the mess you've made," you said, a playful smile on your lips. "Can I get some kind of compliment at least?"
He stammered, "I⌠I'm sorry. ThanksâŚ" He didn't know what to say. He was still reeling from the intensity of the moment.
You found a rag and cleaned your hand, then left the garage, heading towards the bathroom. You left him standing there, his breath still ragged.
His mind reeling like What the fuck was that?
You went into the shower, your mind still reeling from the ongoings in the garage. The way he looked at you, the way his body had reacted⌠It was exhilarating and strangely satisfying. You wanted him, badly.
After showering and dressing, you came downstairs. He showed up looking surprisingly sexy and clean.
"Well, don't you look pretty," Ellie teased, her eyes twinkling.
"Yeah, like some DILF from a magazine," you added, a playful smirk on your lips.
He blushed slightly, "Shut up," he muttered. You went into garage, then you climbed into the truck. Ellie squeezed into the passenger seat beside Joel, while you settled into the back. Joel glanced at you from the rearview mirror, his eyes lingering a moment longer than necessary. He was still surprised, still processing what had almost happened back in the garage.
"Here," you said, handing him a small CD case. "Play this. It's my favorite."
He slipped the CD into the player, and as the music began to play, a soft melody filling the truck, you leaned back against the seat, a comfortable silence settling between you. You glanced at Joel, who was focused on the road, but you could feel his eyes on you every now and then.
And as the truck rumbled down the road, disappearing into the fading light of the setting sun, you knew that this journey, already fraught with danger, was about to become a whole lot more interesting.
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Chapter 3
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like a river runs
chapter 7 of 10, 4k read on ao3 | read from the beginning
âSo, Buck's on his way?â Tess says.
âShould be,â Eddie replies. âHe said he'd pick Christopher up at eleven.â
He's sitting at the kitchen table with a forgotten piece of toast on a plate in front of him, while she flits around making coffee and putting dishes away and wondering aloud about her own breakfast.Â
They both have the day off today, so they slept in, and let the sun rise high before either of them decided to greet the world. These lazy days were always some of his favourites with Tess. They both work demanding jobs with long hours, so when they had the day to themselves, just the two of them, it was peaceful. Perfect. They would just sit and enjoy each other's company as the hours passed by, undisturbed by the rest of the world. On those days, the world was just them.Â
Today feels crooked, though. Like it's being borrowed from another reality where everything is normal and everyone is happy and Eddie isn't in the process of royally screwing up his entire life.Â
Buck hasn't spoken to him since that night in the kitchen, outside of the bare minimum communication required at work. Eddie wants to think he doesn't deserve it, but he does, and he knows it. Either way it's putting him on edge. Tess keeps looking at him like she's trying to figure him out.
Eddie told her that theyâd fought, but he hadnât told her why. The guilt from that has set to picking at him alongside every other thing heâs screwed up or done wrong in the weeks since the plane landed. At the rate heâs going, there will be nothing left of him before long.Â
The thing is that, deep down, a part of him knows he has to make some sort of choice here. He can't keep going like thisâone foot in each world.
When he's here with Tess it all seems so obvious. She's his wife, his partner for the last three years, and he loves her. He doesn't want to lose her.Â
And then he's with Buck, and all his careful reasoning starts to pull apart at the seams. Itâs as if the idea of what they might have had all those years ago has him so recklessly curious he could upend the stability of his own life just for a taste of it. Just to step into a memory, to be who he was back then, to have what he had and feel what he felt, before all of this.Â
That rose-tinted past is a hell of a thing to resist, especially when itâs close enough to touch.
âAre you going with them?â Tess asks.
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#911 abc#911 fic#buddie#evan buckley#eddie diaz#911fic#buddie fic#911 on abc#manifest au#nymwrites#almost forgot i was gonna post this today lmao
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// Since I've been using my IRL faceclaim for Cyn so much, I wonder what other actors/actresses would make good faceclaims for the MD characters.
#Tess Is Talking (Mod of cyn-bot)#// If any of you have suggestions then feel free to lmk!#// And I don't mind if some of you guys aren't open to using faceclaims! I'm just curious if any of you have ideas#// I'm not super familiar with actors lol
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â doctor!abby headcanons â
she would definitely be a heart surgeon or a cardiothoracic surgeon to be more exact. she would have the steadiest hands known in all of seattle. a very notable and arguably the best surgeon in all of seattleâs finest hospitals but most especially in washington general hospital.
she likes her coffee black, sometimes with a hint of sugar but thatâs for the shorter days. for her night shifts, black coffee keeps her awake until the most outrageous times in the night.
she would first meet you, a medtech who works in the same hospital, during one of her night shifts. you would be typing away at your computer, analyzing data samples for other doctor, heaving a sigh as you sipped on your fourth coffee of the day.
she never noticed you before, mainly because she worked on the west side of the building. but since nora, the medtech assigned to the west building wasnât clocked in, she had no choice but to resort to going all the way to the east building to find the other medtech.
âhey,â she said suddenly, making you jump in your seat. when you turned around, you saw her in all her glory, standing there with her white coat on and her blue scrubs. âcan you analyze these samples for me? need them done by tonight, really urgent.â
you had rolled your eyes, muttering under your breath about how âmedtechs are really underappreciatedâ and âa good evening wouldâve sufficedâ but you took the samples from her anyway, putting it in your machine as you crossed your arms over your chest, sipping on your coffee.
âiâm sorry, are you new here? i donât think iâve seen you before.â she asked, watching as you looked at her from above the rim of your cup.
you told her your name and when she tilted her head at you, you knew sheâs never heard of you. âi donât expect some hotshot surgeon knowing about me honestly. i just kind of come and go. i do my job and i leave, thatâs it.â you shrugged as she nodded along.
âwell, for the sake of an introduction,â she stepped forward into the dim lighting of the room and you could make out her muscles bulging out of her white coat, her right hand outstretched to shake yours. âiâm dr. anderson.â
you shook hands and made some small talk. she found out that you lived alone in a nice apartment, youâre thinking of getting a pet, and you really like music. you found out she has a dog, her dad used to be a neurosurgeon, she went to the gym more often that not (not that you needed her confirmation to know), and that she used to live in salt lake city.
âwhat made you move?â she chuckled at your question, her eyes darting to the machine as it beeped, showing the green light that the results were ready. but she wasnât ready to leave the conversation just yet.
âmy dad had to find a new place to work. i donât really know what happened, i just know that whatever did, we had to move because of it.â she shrugged as you nodded along, placing your cup of coffee on your table and you turned around, taking the results and giving it to her.
âwell, it was nice meeting you, dr. anderson.â you mused, sending her a wink as you got your cup of coffee again, watching the smoke lift up into the air. she chuckled lightly, looking at you with a curious grin
âabby. call me abby.â
â§ÍâşË*シŕźâž a/n: was supposed to be writing my tess s. x reader but then i got distracted while looking for nice pictures for the header so here's doctor!abby hcs
#abby anderson#abby anderson x reader#the last of us#abby anderson tlou#abby anderson x female reader#abby the last of us#abby tlou#abby a.#doctor!abby#doctor!abby tlou#abby tlou x reader#abby x reader tlou#abby anderson tlou2#abby x fem!reader#abby x reader#tlou abby
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Cherry, Cherry đ Chapter 18 đ
"I Wanted It To Be You"
Joel Miller x f!Reader


Word count: 7,467
Summary: Moving on from Joel, your life takes many unexpected courses: college, marriage.. yet you keep wondering What If..?
(Warnings contain spoilers, so please check beneath the cut if you're curious)
WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Mature and Explicit, age gap (the difference is 17 years, and there are a few time skips throughout this chapter), starts in late 2003 and ends in 2023, Angst Angst Angst, brief mention of jailtime, breakup, parental issues, heavy on the mom guilt, underage drinking, dry humping, anonymous drunk sex (never ever do this, folks), vomit, reader going through a slutty era after getting her heart broken (just like Joel in Chapter 14), allusions to smut, time skips (labeled), panic attack, mention of drugs and alcohol, rough sex, creampie, surprise pregnancy, infidelity, lil bit of a makeout sesh with Tommy, semi-public sex, pussy pronouns, light degradation, Ellie is Joel's daughter, mention of cyberstalking (not as serious as it sounds), mention of reader having a therapist, Joel and Tess are married. If I left anything out, please LMK!
Author's Note: this took forever to write because the more I edited the more I wanted to add. And I know this chapter has quite a few time skips, I just wanted to highlight the important parts as much as I could. ALSO: I apologize for the unrealistically speedy law process at the beginning. I have no idea how that situation would pan out, but it would almost definitely drag out for months if not years.
So much angst here, but now the reader is all grown up! I wanted to add the convo with Sarah but this chapter was already getting so long, and I think it'll fit better in the next installment anyway.
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"I would've said yes."
You've lost count of how many voicemails you leave Joel, who's been ignoring your calls, but this is the only time you say it, that you admit your love could have gone a different way if you'd just gotten back to that hotel room together.
You replay that night over and over in your head, but with different endings. In a perfect world, your father would never have even been there in the first place. In a separate, less perfect world, you would not have called out to him, just ignored him the way he ignored you. Then you'd have some peace of mind, and you'd belong with the man you love.
Each time you call Joel, you expect to hear his gruff voice on the other end of the line. And soon enough the ringing stops and goes straight to voicemail, where you leave him the words of your bleeding, broken heart:
"I would've said yes."
You haven't taken the ring out of its box, worried you'll jinx whatever luck you have left. Joel is supposed to kneel, take your hand in his, and place the ring on your finger. You've never envisioned what getting engaged would look like, but it definitely bears some semblance to tradition.
When Chris refused to press charges, the law stepped in and did it for him. Thirty days in the Bexar County Jail is what they sentenced Joel. That was why you couldn't reach him, why you felt like you were hitting a brick wall. It's a relief when you're finally able to speak to him.
"I'm so sorry," you cry to him over the phone, his voice like a warm and soothing balm. You imagine yourself curling into his embrace, allowing his arms to enfold you, make you small and safe, hidden from the dangers and ugliness of the world.
"You ain't got nothin' to be sorry for," he grunts.
"I love you." You sound pitiful over the phone but you don't care. "Joel, let me come see you and we can work it out. Please."
He sighs. "I got somethin' I need to tell you. Might change your mind how ya feel about me."
"What?" you ask quickly, your young mind scrambling to imagine what he could say, as if to fortify your already shattered heart. Your stomach sinks, nausea threatening to make the bile rise in your throat. "Joel, what is it?"
He's quiet for awhile and when he speaks it's monotone. "I've been seein' someone else."
It sounds like he's speaking a foreign language. You shake your head, looking at your wall calendar. It's only December. You last saw him in late September. The biblical manger scene on the church calendar your mom put on the fridge is an evil harbinger of time now lost.
"Who?" you ask, dreading the answer.
"Doesn't matter," he says gruffly, sounding uncomfortable.
"Tell me who," you insist.
With a deep sigh he relents. "Hailey."
Again, it's like hearing a foreign language. "Hailey? The girl I worked with? The one who went to Sarah's party? That Hailey?"
"Yeah."
"How.. how did this happen?"
"Ran into her at a bar my first night out of jail. I was lonely and she was.. she was there for me."
"What do you mean? Did you-" you take a moment to breathe, try not to let your emotions take over.
"I slept with her. That's all it is between us, just fuckin'."
It's like a punch in the gut. No, worse. It's a blade plunging into your heart over and over.
In a blur of upset and disappointment, you utter the words of anyone who's ever had a broken heart: "How could you do this to me?"
There's no answer for it from his side. His refusal to go into detail feels like he's hiding his fling with Hailey on purpose, withholding part of his new life to you, but you never stop to think he might be saving you from the pain he knows is due.
You cry after hanging up on him. You cry more than you did when he left you in San Antonio. You cry until you can no longer see because your eyes are puffy, nearly tiny slits that still somehow shed tears when you think of Joel with your ex-friend.
Once the sadness has been cried out, there remains only rage, simmering and profound. With small, practiced movements, you take the engagement ring in its box and mail it to Joel's address. No note, and no explanation needed.
"You're not yourself," your mom mentions one night when you push your plate away, your dinner barely touched.
"Not hungry," you mumble.
She sighs in exasperation. "I don't know what to do with you. You won't talk to me." She pushes her own plate away and downs the rest of her cheap wine. "You come home from God-knows-where, with a damn bruise on your face."
You touch your cheek where your father had accidentally knocked you backwards, wishing it was the only physical pain you endured from that night.
"..you don't bother with the chores anymore, you lock yourself away in your room, probably not even studying. Do you even attend classes anymore? Do you even care about your future?" she continues.
"No," you say quite simply.
"No??"
You shake your head and shrug, as if answering something as easy as 'do you want to watch a movie later?'
"I don't. Give. A shit."
Anita scoffs, refilling her glass. "Great. That's just great. Maybe I'll drink this entire bottle and give myself alcohol poisoning. Then I wouldn't have to deal with your shitty attitude anymore."
The scrape of your chair as you push away from the table is as loud as nails on a chalkboard. "You want me to talk? I'll talk." You lean forward, relishing this moment where your mom looks scared as shit.
"I said I was in College Station, but I lied. I was fucking Joel every weekend I was away. We met up in hotel rooms and fucked each other's brains out. And the best part of it all was that he loved me," your voice breaks but you're wickedly delighted by the look of shock and disgust on your mother's face.
You're on a tirade now that can't be stopped. "Two months ago I found Dad in San Antonio. I did," you nod, a psychotic kind of laughter breaking from you when she gawks. "And do you know what? He's forgotten all about us. He has a new family, new kids, new young wife. And he doesn't give a shit about you or me. He never really has, has he?" You realize you're standing, towering over her as you spit out all the venom she's ever poured into you right back at her.
"Now.. how does it feel to have the truth shoved in your face? To be deprived of the fantasy world you wanted so badly to live in, cushioned by your idiotic pretenses? Because I'll bet you could've gone your whole life not knowing, staying innocent. Well, Mother Dearest, fuck you."
Without a word you pack your things, your body moving way ahead of your brain, stuffing every necessary item into a couple of bags before you leave her house, with the intention to never return again.
Summer 2004 Louisiana
Staying with friends in a shitty apartment, you finish the rest of the semester before transferring to another school. Three schools in one year probably isn't a very good look on your transcript, but it's the first choice you make that is truly your own. Working two jobs over the summer you finally have the money you need to survive as you begin a new chapter in Louisiana.
You do everything in your power to get over Joel. The first step was deleting his number from your phone, even though you've already memorized it by heart. To be safe, you also delete Tommy's number, and Sarah's. It feels final, and a small part of you wishes they could get a notification informing them you no longer consider them important enough to keep, even as data.
It still stings when you think of Joel with Hailey. She's older, more experienced, and can probably do whatever he wants without being asked. After you've deleted the Millers from your contact list, you hover over Hailey's name, pressing it and, in a moment of antagonism, send her a text. I thought you were my friend, Turns out you're just a fucking slut Then you delete and block her number.
Dating other guys doesn't come very easy. It's as if they can smell the heartbreak on you, sense your loneliness and unease, the untempered anger simmering below the surface of your smile. You're a walking red flag and you know it, but that doesn't stop you.
You grind on a guy at a club after he buys you a few appletinis. Never mind that he's twenty five and trying to get you drunk so you'll fuck him. With your twenty-dollar Charlotte Russe dress hiked up as you drag your sopping panties over his clothed hardness, he sucks the apple flavor off your tongue, one hand gripping your hips while the other slips inside your underwear to rub your clit and you come for the first time in months. So loud, in fact, that you're caught and promptly kicked out of the club. When your partner (you never remember his name) asks to continue at his place, you decline, already walking to the next bar.
Once the high wears off, you are consumed with guilt as you think of Joel. What would he say if he found out? Would he even care? Maybe he's fucking Hailey right now.
And it hits you that it's already been a year since you first slept with him.
You pause in the middle of the street, coming back to earth when a car honks at you, cursing at you to hurry up and fucking move dumb bitch!
Walking on, you can't get the memory of the feel of Joel out of your head: the way his tongue licked into your mouth, fingers traveling down to play between your folds, telling you he needed you nice and wet before he fucked you, those thick fingers slipping in and playing you like a well tuned instrument, his lips gliding over your throat, resting just above your pulse point, then finding their way down the slope of your breasts, taking each nipple between his lips, his beard rasping against your skin.
You try to force the thought away, but it returns manifold. His mouth, the stiffened warmth of his tongue lapping at your cunt, drinking up every fucking drop and telling you you taste so sweet. He doesn't stop until you come more than once, finally fitting himself inside you, teasing you with the first few inches. Sure you can handle the rest, babygirl? before sliding in in one smooth thrust, joining you body and soul, moving against you just how you need.
You cover your face with your hands and wander into an alley, overcome with despair at the loss of your love, the loss of what innocence you thought you had. Both of those things given to someone who only saw fit to fuck you as he wished and discard when he couldn't handle the reality of your personal life.
"Are you okay?" a voice asks, approaching softly from behind. You turn and see a man, another college student like yourself, dressed in jeans and a striped button down. His features blur together until all you hear is his soft Southern accent and all you smell is his Curve cologne. The next thing you know you're kissing him, begging him to touch you, fuck you, and then he's spinning you to face the wall, dress hiked up, panties pulled down. Your arms support you against the wall as he pushes into you from behind and all you think about is him fucking the pain away, pumping into you hard and fast. He's nowhere near as big as Joel, but you've been so touch starved that the sounds coming out of your mouth are shameless.
Without warning you vomit, splashing your shoes and the wall in front of you with appletini puke, and the guy pulls out immediately, getting away from you as fast as he can, tucking himself back into his jeans.
You rest your forehead against the cool brick wall, spitting out the sour taste in your mouth as tears weep freely from your eyes.
September 2004
At the start of sophomore year you're the only one who doesn't have family come down to help move in, to visit with and take silly, memorable photos with. Nobody comes to your dorm and helps you decorate and put your belongings away. By the time your assigned roommate comes with her parents and little brother you're already set up, fresh sheets on your twin bed, your side already claimed.
You're reading when she comes in, a young girl, freshman, with hope in her eyes, excited to meet you, looking forward to her new life away from Montana or Missouri or wherever she says she's from. You're barely listening.
Who you do notice is her dad: mid-forties, slight beer belly, wearing a polo shirt and cargo pants with brand new New Balance shoes. You make eye contact immediately before he shifts his gaze away. His daughter, your new roommate Jessica, starts to unpack, asking you questions about the classes, what student groups to join. You offer what advice you can, stretching out on your bed in your tank top and running shorts. Her dad's eyes roam over your curves when his wife and kids aren't looking, and you unabashedly flirt back, making sure your shorts ride up, pulling down your tank just a little to expose more cleavage.
Once they leave for a quick tour around the campus you're back to your reading.
Jessica's dad comes back. Alone.
"I think I forgot my wallet in here," he says, giving a forced look of timidity as he checks his pockets.
"You didn't," you smirk, putting your book down and sitting up. "But you can stay if you want.."
He doesn't make an excuse about his family and you wouldn't care if they walked in anyway. Once the door is locked his hands are on your body, grabbing your ass while your hand goes down his pants. You tell him exactly what will make you come, and he does it so willingly it almost touches your heart.
Later as he's leaving and you're trying to get his cum off your bedsheets, he's asking you not to say anything to his daughter, as if you'd proudly exclaim that you fucked him, having barely remembered his name.
You're learning that a lot of men are the same at their very core.
You're a fantasy for the older ones, a college coed with daddy issues and an IUD. Having already been with an older man, you know just what they like, and when you give it you live for the way their eyes light up, and a little of their youth comes back to them for a moment.
It's almost pitiful how easy you figure out the opposite sex. Once you know what they want it's easy to become that, to dress how they want, to feign interest in the things they like, even to keep your thoughts to yourself. You learn to live inside your head, which until now has been the hardest thing to do.
But it's necessary when you're holding onto the headboard of some frat guy's bed while fake moaning as he's holding your hips, going as fast as he can because that's what they do in porn. Each and every guy has a Scarface poster above the bed, or Playboy centerfolds taped to the walls, neon lava lamps on the nightstand along with CDs by Kanye West, Franz Ferdinand, or Velvet Revolver. Your thoughts are elsewhere as you give halfhearted head.
You learn to feel nothing, not even pleasure, because they certainly can't tell that you fake every sigh and gasp.
But the older men, the professors, TA's, even men you meet off campus at the bars in town.. they are what interest you. It's not common for you to find yourself bent over a desk during your professor's office hours, or with your panties around your ankles when a one-on-one study session turns to something else.
You fuck men who remind you of Joel because you can't fuck Joel. It's his hands on you instead of theirs, his breath hot on your ear.. but no one else can fill the part of you that Joel hollowed out for himself when he made you his on a hot Texas summer night.
Though you think about him every day, soon enough, you start to wonder whether he was ever even real, or just someone you made up.
March 2006
Spring Break finds you at a beach house on the coast. The friends you came with are nowhere to be found, and you're pretty sure your drink is laced with something. The music is so loud that you hurry out into the night, seeking solace before the roaring waters of the gulf, black water topped with silver waves. Their rushing sound is soothing, yet you sink to your knees because your world is too heavy.
"I'm dying," you whisper to yourself, crying. Your chest feels tight. It's so hard to breathe, and it feels like your heart will explode.
Only one person on the entire planet comes to mind, and after all this time you still remember his number. You dial it, fingers savoring the press of each button on your phone. How many times have you called Joel and hung up before he could answer? There have been a couple of times when you dialed him while having sex, not sure if he ever picked up, hoping that he heard you moving on and moving away from him. That'll show him.
But you can't even breathe to talk to him. And what if he doesn't answer? What if he's changed his number?
You leave all his numbers entered on the screen but you don't hit the call button. Not yet. You have to think of something to say. Tell him you love him before your body rejects the air it's trying so desperately to claim into your lungs.
"Hey, are you all right?" a gentle voice asks behind you, and a hand is on your shoulder.
You flashback to that night in the alley, the guy who took advantage of you, but this time it doesn't go that way.
A man with soulful eyes and a kind smile kneels next to you, his hand remaining on your shoulder. "I think you're having a panic attack. Can I help you with that?" His voice is as kind and gentle as he looks, and you nod.
"Can you breathe for me? Like this." He inhales deeply and slowly, and when you try it it feels so foreign but you manage it.
"There you go," he says quietly. "Now breathe out.."
Soon he has your breathing back to normal, and you don't have to force your body to do what it naturally does.
"Tell me five things you can see," he continues.
A shaky breath in. Hey, at least it's a breath. "Um.. the water.. the sand.. the moon.. you.."
That's when you get your first good look at him, beyond the smile that works its warmth into your heart, and the eyes that search yours, exuding humanity that you haven't experienced in a long time. He's really cute. You can't deny that your heart skips a couple of beats.
"One more thing?" he says, his voice soft.
You snap back to reality. "Uh.. a ship.. out there in the distance?"
He glances behind him at the water, seeing the great big liner, possibly a cruise ship, on the inky horizon, and takes a seat next to you. "How are you feeling now?" he asks.
"Good.. I think. Better." You nod. "Thank you."
"May I?" he lifts your hand from your lap and turns the palm up, his fingers poised above your pulse point. You nod again.
He presses his touch to your wrist, and you watch his eyes calculating, his lips silently moving while counting. Despite everything you've been through the past two years, this is the most intimate thing you've felt.
"Your pulse is normal." He gently places your hand back on your lap. "Do you want to go back to the party or do you want to stay out here a little longer? If you want to go back," he adds, "I'll be with you, make sure you're okay."
You opt to stay on the beach, embracing the quiet for a little longer. This is the first time a man has had you alone and hasn't tried to fuck you. It's nice, for once.
Towards the end of the night he leads you back to the party house, guiding you through the throng of people there, the air rife with alcohol and the pungent aroma of weed. You're holding his hand, you realize as you walk together. He's your lifeline in this very moment. You grab your jacket and purse from one of the bedrooms, passing by couples making out, some slipping into rooms to do much more than kissing. To think you could have easily ended up there with a random guy makes your skin crawl.
"What was your name again?" you shout to him over the music.
"Justin!"
"Dustin?"
"Justin!"
You both laugh. You tell him your name and of course he mishears you.
He drives you to the small motel room you're sharing with your friends who are inevitably crashing at the beach house, too drugged or drunk or fucked to return for the night.
Justin smiles at you as the engine idles. "Is it okay if I ask you out?"
You exchange numbers, your heart thrumming with a pleasant nervousness. You haven't had a boyfriend since..
..not since Joel.
Don't think about him.
"You can reach out to me if you ever just feel like talking," he says. "I'm here."
So you do, and after a week of texting and a couple of late night calls and getting to know each other, you go for a date for the first time in three years.
Justin picks you up in a Honda Civic, and as you get comfy in the passenger seat you breathe in the scent of the black ice air freshener and his spearmint gum. The radio blasts Smashing Pumpkins at a level you know is too much but it only adds to the excitement of the evening.
He's a year older than you, native to Louisiana, and on leave from the Army.
Living just a half hour from your campus, you start to spend much of your time together. Movie dates, dinner dates, and dates where you just drive around, talking about nothing and everything.
You only sleep with him three months into your relationship, desiring to take things slow for once, to know him better than you have ever known anyone.
It's nice. It's like what you see in the movies, two people wrapped up in each other, soft, no words needed. For once your head isn't forced down into the pillow, or your pussy spit on. For once it's just normal, and normal feels so good.
June 2008 New Orleans, LA
Bourbon Street is alive, electric, no matter that it's a Sunday night. People will drift into work tomorrow still drunk on Zombies and Hurricanes. The entire street reeks of piss, but people either don't care or have been here long enough that it no longer harasses their senses. But more often than not, people are having too much of a good time to care.
You're behind the bar at little hole-in-the-wall place, slinging daiquiris and kamikaze shots when you hear a familiar voice and a tap on your shoulder. "Hey there, Cherry."
You turn and your eyes go wide. "Tommy!" You reach over the bar to hug him, nearly spilling a beer on him in the process. "It's been ages! How are you?
He looks older, more mature, even though it's only been five years since you last saw him: he's letting his facial hair grow, but his eyes still sparkle with mirth and kindness. "It's good to see you, girl." He's no longer with Sofia, their romance having ended a few years before, on friendly terms or so your cousin claimed. You always blamed yourself for the demise of their relationship, believing that your breakup with Joel cast a shadow over her own connection with Tommy.
"What are you doing here?" you ask.
"We're good, just here in town, expanding the business."
"We?" Your hands start to shake, and you put away the bottle of gin you have your grasp on. Your heart starts to pound before the next words even leave his mouth.
"Yeah, me and Joel are lettin' off a little steam, wanted to toss back a few before we go back to the hotel."
You feel his eyes on you before you're even aware that he's here. Looking up, at a small table near the entrance, is Joel Miller. Your heart stops, and you don't know how it is you're still alive. He looks you up and down, appraising every feature and detail about you, and you wonder if you've changed in five years or not. You wonder if he still loves or hates you.
"...and we thought this was that bar where girls dance and pour tequila down guys' throats, but this is just as good 'cause you're here."
Tommy manages to snap you out of your trance. "Oh.. you mean Coyote Ugly.."
"Yeah, they opened one in Austin a couple years back but this one ain't never wanna go nowhere," he motions back with his head to Joel.
You return your gaze to the older brother but he's no longer looking at you, his glance dotting along the crowd, following a younger woman as she saunters up to him, smiling, flirting. Your stomach turns and you force a smile at Tommy.
"Whatever you want is on me."
Tommy's smile and laughter is infectious. "You sure about that, Cherry?"
"I'm sure," you say, pouring out a shot for yourself. "You know, nobody's called me that in a long time."
"What's that?" he catches a bright sparkle on your left hand, and quickly takes it within his own. "Cherry, you didn't tell me you were engaged!"
Joel must have one ear straining to listen because Tommy's outburst got his attention right away and he swivels his head to look at you.
"Yeah.. he's a nice guy." That's how you describe Justin to everyone:Â he's a nice guy. He'd proposed last year after your one year dating anniversary. "He's in the Army, they're shipping him out a week after our wedding. And I'm going with him."
"He's a good guy if he's an Army man," Tommy approves, just as Joel approaches, the woman he was talking to now gone. "So? Are we invited to the weddin'?"
You can't tell if he's teasing or not, and Joel's poker face gives zero indication as well. "I already sent out save-the-dates, but if you'd like to come I won't object. The more the merrier." For the first time you see Joel up close and your heart stutters, an irregular beat that you'd gotten used to in the aftermath of your disastrous breakup.
He's still so fucking handsome: the dark brown of his hair fading to what you can already see as gray, with gray patches in his beard. There are more lines around his eyes. There's still that jolt of electricity when your gazes meet.
"You happy?" he asks, his countenance giving nothing away of his true feelings, so it's difficult to gage whether he's legitimately asking, or simply being nice.
"I'm happy." But it sounds forced, like taking the pliers to your own mouth to fix your own abscess.
Joel only nods as you pour a couple whiskeys for them. "To Cherry getting married!" Tommy beams his salute and the three of you down the shots quickly.
It's sometime after your shift, and you're in the parking lot with Tommy, his arms around you as he presses you to the side of his truck. Or maybe it's Joel's truck. You don't know and you don't care, all you want is to feel something again. The nearness of Joel all night has rewired your brain, and as Tommy deepens the kiss, you're disappointed that it's not Joel's taste, not Joel's scent that surrounds you. Luckily he's not a bad kisser, and his hands roam everywhere you want them to be.
Better the wrong Miller than no Miller at all, your whiskey-soaked brain tells you.
"Always thought you were pretty," he whispers, hands palming your breasts over your shirt. "But you were Joel's from the moment he set eyes on ya, told me so himself. Leave that one alone, she ain't for you.'"
"He didn't want me enough.." your voice cracks as tears spill effortlessly down your cheeks.
"Don't cry," he says gently. "I don't got any tissues with me." He uses his thumb to wipe away your tears. "Still want me to give you a ride home?"
You nod, telling him you need to make a quick trip to the ladies' room to fix your makeup, and in the narrow hallway where the restrooms are hidden from the rest of the bar, you run into Joel.
"Sorry," you mumble, trying to get around him, but he puts his large hand on your shoulder to stop you.
"You gonna take my brother home and fuck him? Then marry some Army jackass?" he says as in disbelief.
You put your guard up, tougher now than you were five years ago. "What I do is my business. By the way, how's Hailey?"
"Who?"
"Don't play dumb." You push past him and start for the women's room to fix your makeup when Joel stops you again.
"You ain't gonna fuck my brother tonight, or any other night, babygirl," he utters.
There's a fire lit under you now. "Oh? What are you, the Morality Police? Fuck off."
"Fuck me," he says. "You know you want to. You're probably wet from Tommy, and I appreciate his gettin' ya ready for me, but I notice the subtler signs: your eyes are glistenin', you've been lickin' your lips every time you look at me, and you probably haven't noticed, but your nipples are pokin' right through your shirt. I bet they're just beggin' for attention, huh?"
He says all this while just standing in front of you, not crowding you like any other guy would. And you realize he's not even trying to rile you up. He's giving you a choice.
"What makes you think I want you? I have a good man who loves me. He's all I need."
"Needs and wants are different, babygirl. Once you're married you're stuck with him til' death. Hope you realize that."
"I'm aware." But it's already hit you: you'll be with Nice Justin for the rest of your life. You'll be a Nice Wife and maintain a Nice Home for the inevitable Nice Kids you'll have. You hate Joel for putting this thought in your head.
"He fuck you like I did?" he asks in an intimate tone.
You shake your head, already pulling him into the restroom with you. "Joel, no one's ever fucked me like you did."
Your body delights in the quick, sweet reunion with him. It's as if time has never separated you, as if both your hearts are whole again. His mouth greedily devours your kisses. He tastes like whiskey and cigarettes, the latter a bad habit. You're shoved into one of the stalls, fumbling with the lock while Joel's hands find their way across your body, one under your shirt, palming your breast, the other going into your jeans, expertly finding your soaked panties, crooking his fingers into your cunt.
Your back is pressed against his broad chest, his cock already hard inside his jeans, rubbing furiously against your lower back until he bends you forward to press against your ass, finally pulling your jeans and panties down in one go.
Too much time has passed for you to be gentle or even careful. He presses you to the stall door, nothing but heat and raw need between you. Words not needed, your only communication grunts and whispered curses that echo against the tiles of the cramped space.
"You ain't takin' no slow and gentle with me, sugar. i ain't got the patience for that right now." He nudges against you and it's a wonder you don't burn up with all the fire that inflames you. After so long it's a labor of love to fit him again, but as his fingers add pressure to your clit you get wetter, opening for him as easily as you did years ago.
"There she is," he says. "Been waitin' for me, been needin' a real man to fill ya up, ain't ya, babygirl?" he huffs in your ear, breath warm against your skin. "Answer me, baby."
"Yes.." your voice comes out in a hiss, your brain only thinking about his cock, the way it stuffs you, the only thing that completes you.
"That's what I thought. These lil' college boys don't know what to do with such a tight, pretty pussy. And neither does your fiance." He hikes one of your legs up, tucking your knee under his arm, keeping you nice and open, watching himself slide in and out of your weeping slit, slamming himself against you as he sinks his thumb into your puckered asshole, eliciting an all-but muffled gasp from you. "I know you called me just so I could listen to them fuckin' ya.. I know you never came with them, not once. This pussy is mine, has been from the very start."
You're no longer a virginal high school grad, and he takes what he wants from you, giving you what he knows you need.
The door opens but he doesn't stop, just quiets his own noises and clamps his hand over your mouth to squelch your sounds. The stall door jiggles and you put your hand over it until the person grumbles and walks away, muttering about having to piss. When they're gone Joel pumps into you relentlessly, chasing his pleasure and yours. He knows by now what will make you come, which combination of touches and kisses make your knees weak and your clit stand at attention.
"Fucking come for me, you little slut," he whispers, his tone almost loving if you didn't know better, and when you let go the pleasure is almost painful. Years of need and pent-up longing are released as your cunt squeezes around his rigid cock, milking him, smiling when you feel the warm spurt of his come as he presses deep at your cervix.
"That's my girl," he says proudly, your come spilling out already, lining his dick with a mix of both of you. "She's wrecked, split wide open like she's meant to be.. gonna send you back to your man drippin' with my come, used up like a good lil' whore."
His words add a sweet sting to the pleasure that has yet to ebb, resounding through your veins like thunder that takes its time in rolling away from the storm. Whore.. well, he's not wrong.
When your heavy breathing has subsided, you feel him start to slip out of you and you put your hand back on his thigh, a silent gesture to hold off.
"Missed you.. needed you," you mutter, tears of joy and relief and heartache brim in your eyes, until you allow the pleasure of the moment to take over without thought or feeling.
"I know.." he says softly, slipping out of you, careful as you're still sensitive.
That could have been the end. You could have gone your separate ways, but you're drawn to each other, and that doesn't go away easily. When you emerge from the rear entrance of the bar, Tommy looks up, and you can tell he expected that you'd end up with Joel instead. He simply nods as you pass him, walking with Joel to the tiny apartment you share with Justin, who's out of town visiting family. And as you and Joel spend the rest of the night locked in each other's embrace, you realize you don't care if he walks in on you, kicks you out, breaks off the engagement. You're with Joel and nothing else matters.
By dawn you wake up to find that he's gone, leaving only the scent of him on the pillow next to you. No note, no explanation, no goodbye. And once again you're sure you only dreamed up Joel Miller, used him as a mental escape for the life you were tying yourself down to.
It's very atypical for you to forgo a period, even at your most stressed, you can count on seeing that bright red stain on the toilet paper around the middle of every month. And when, by mid-July, you haven't even spotted, the first thing you do is take a pregnancy test.
All the men before have been careful, or you've been fortunate enough not to have a scare. But when you finally force yourself to look at the the little blue plus sign developing on the test strip, you realize this is no scare.
You're pregnant with Joel's baby.
The wedding takes place as expected, and your heart sinks when you walk down the aisle, seeing the joy on Justin's face. You've told him the baby is his, and he doesn't doubt it for a moment, that's how much he loves you. But for a fleeting moment you want so bad for it to be Joel at the altar instead.
The ceremony goes by in a blur, as everyone warned you it would. Group pictures are taken, the videographer is capturing the moments that photos alone can't encapsulate.
"Over here, honey!" photographer gets your attention. You barely hear him as you watch a figure walking out, one of the last guests to leave the church. From behind he looks like Joel, but you can't quite tell, and when your eyes fully focus, he's gone, and your own vision can't be trusted.
Tommy gave his regrets that he couldn't attend, and Joel simply never RSVP'd. But in your heart you know it was him, you know he had to come and see for himself that you're moving on, growing up and growing away from him. The only tether you have to him is the baby growing in your belly.
"Front and center, Mrs. Williams," Justin smirks, giving your cheek a soft kiss. "One more picture then we're onto the reception."
March 2009
Your daughter is born in the springtime, a loud and howling child from the moment she leaves you. The only time she's quiet is when she's in your arms.
"We need to decide on a name," Justin says, a little miffed that his daughter cries when he holds her despite his best efforts to soothe her.
"I told you, I like Ophelia," you say, gathering her into your arms to feed her.
"It's such a prissy name. And I can already tell she's not gonna be prissy."
"Then what do you suggest?" you ask tiredly. He doesn't seem to understand you've gone through labor for twenty four hours, only thinking of himself.
"Eleanor, after my mother."
You groan. "I always hated that name."
"Please, babe. It'll make her so happy to have her granddaughter as her namesake."
"Fine. Fine. But her middle name is Ophelia."
"Deal." Justin smiles as he fills out the paperwork.
"Eleanor.." you tell your baby. "But I'm going to call you Ellie."
Your mother once told you that when you become a parent, your life is not your own anymore. She said it as a kind of warning, a prophecy yet to be fulfilled when you were just a pre-teen, rolling your eyes at her warning you away from all kinds of danger.
You never expected she'd be right. Every waking moment holds more weight than ever before. Ellie is completely dependent on you, even as she grows and becomes more independent. It's you she looks to for validation when she does something right, and you she looks to when she knows she's in trouble.
She's smart as a whip, quick with a comeback and well versed in anything she can get her hands on. She excels in sports too-- individually, at first. As she gets older you notice a little bit of a mean streak in her. While she craves friends and wants to be part of a team, she has trouble making connections sometimes.
You have to wonder if part of that comes from Joel, his stubbornness and his lone wolf tendencies. Has he unknowingly passed down the most insecure parts of himself to his daughter? Sorry, his secondborn daughter?
Now there's literal proof of Joel Miller as a person, in human form, and she's trudging upstairs with her field hockey equipment and slamming her bedroom door.
Between the years of 2004 and 2008 you could almost convince yourself that he didn't exist, that he was a figment of your runaway imagination, born of a father complex and attachment issues. You work on yourself in therapy, feeling small as you divulge the innermost secrets of your heart and the intrusive thoughts, even going so far as to reveal that you've looked for Joel on social media, now that everyone has a profile.
Born of an intrusive thought, you type his name into the search bar on Facebook. Getting quite a few findings of those with the same name, you narrow the search. Joel Miller, Austin Texas His company logo comes up as its own page, and you notice it's changed, probably Tommy's idea as Joel never liked change.
Searching further you find his picture. There it is:Â Joel Miller, Boston Massachusetts
Huh?
You click on his profile while your heart thumps strongly within your ribcage. You wish you could let it out, set it free.
There he is, looking older than the last time you saw him, the grey more prominent in his hair, looking serious in his selfie. Even though it's just a selfie, a random moment in time, you can't help blushing, as if he's looking at you through the screen, appraising your own measure of aging. You wonder what you were doing that exact moment he took the picture.
But your hunger for knowledge needs to be fed, and scrolling down you swear you misread it at first.
Relationship status: Married
There's a roaring in your ears as your mouse hovers over the name next to those words:Â Tess Servopoulos
From there you check out her profile, see that she's from Detroit, five years younger than Joel. While his profile pic is only of himself, hers shows them together, on a hiking trail somewhere, Joel's arms around her from behind.
You slam the laptop shut, your blood buzzing in your veins. You feel distractingly alive, the heartache spreading through every muscle and nerve ending. Your past is brought to full fucking focus.
Against your better judgment you open the screen again and search through Tess's photos, specifically the ones of Joel. Most of the comments are from a couple of guys named Bill and Frank, who after some digging you come to find are married, and friends with Joel and Tess. You hit the jackpot when you find a video she uploaded, a fifteen-second clip of Joel holding a baby. Your heart stops when you realize the baby isn't his but Sarah's, and he's now a grandfather.
It feels like you're spying on them. You know so much about them by now, and the one glaring omission is children. They don't seem to have any.
Going back to Joel's profile, you hover the mouse dangerously over the Add Friend button. When you click it, it's the strongest rush you've felt in ages.
Weeks later, he hasn't accepted it. The sparkle of your anticipation is dulled, and with a heavy heart you click to cancel the request.
A couple years down the road you get a notification from Facebook Messenger while you're watching Narcos.
Message Request. Sarah Miller Hey! It's been forever! How are you?
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