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fraudulent-cheese · 9 months ago

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Think you would change any of the finalists of any of the seasons? Think you mentioned a Pahkitew redo or something, would that be a part of it?

OH BOY THAT IS. A QUESTION IN A HALF

I'll start off by giving my opinion on all the finalists of each season!

TDI: Honestly, i wouldn't change it. Both Gwen and Owen are pretty relevant characters, they're fun as the finalists and it makes sense they'd make it that far tbh. I wouldn't swap them out for anyone else this season outside of maybe Leshawna if her elimination wasn't so cheap? That or change it to be like "oh yeah we should make them stay in this nice resort instead of that shitty summer camp" as motivation for nominating someone during Haute-Campture. Idk. Id be more in favor of finalist Leshawna if Fresh TV, you know, gave her more relevance outside of being Gwen's bestie towards the end? And just gave her character depth? Or an arc on her own? But she's the only other candidate in my eyes

TDA: I'VE SAID THIS BEFORE AND I'LL SAY IT AGAIN: THE FINALISTS SHOULD'VE BEEN LINDSAY AND HAROLD. why was Duncan a finalist. Literally why. What does he do that's interesting enough to justify keeping him for the ENTIRE SEASON. If you wanted to do the Courtney list plotthread, just introduce it earlier on in the season and kick Duncan then! Or better yet, make one of the early rejoins be Courtney instead and have Duncan get eliminated pre-merge and Izzy come back post-merge! Im less against finalist Beth, but her character's plotlines aren't compelling to me at all this season :/

Lindsay on the other hand has a full character arc this season of coming into her own and trying her hand at leadership, has a rivalry with Courtney, and she still keeps her character throughout! And honestly i just think Harold's an entertaining character and him making it further than Duncan for at least one season would've been great!

TDWT: As the season is written? I wouldn't change the finalists at all. Heather and Alejandro are the most important characters of the season outside of the Love Triangle and Cody + Sierra and if you want my opinion, none of them should've been finalists. Now, if you do rewrite the season, i'd say Courtney (or even Eva if you make her rejoin mid season) deserved at least to reach the final three. Don't have much to say here.

ROTI: JO. OMG JO. JO SHOULD'VE BEEN A FINALIST. Again, i've made a post about this earlier (which i CANNOT FIND. WHY) But Jo should've been a finalist! They didn't need to give Lightning a vilain arc in the last two episodes just because! Im not super against Cameron being a finalist, but i don't like Lightning being one. Granted you could argue for different characters making for good finalists if you're going to rewrite the entire season (Anne Maria maybe? Or Zoey)

TDAS: Oh boy, TDAS. Sweet, sweet TDAS. Listen. Listen. In an alternate universe where Total Drama is a good show, Mike and Zoey could be good finalists. Unfortunately for them there is a large, looming Courtney-shaped shadow over that idea, made even worse by how both Zoey and Mike were used throughout the season.

Yeah if you couldn't tell by now, Courtney 101% SHOULD have been a finalist! TDAS should've been her season! It's the only season where she makes it past Duncan! She's a strong competitor, a compeling character, she's been put through shit the entire series, hell she could have interesting interactions with all the cast members! But no, Sundae Muddy Sunday happened instead.

As for possible finalists? Lindsay. And Jo. Yeah look if they're not gonna be finalists in earlier seasons you may as well make them finalists here. You could still make an argument for Zoey if the season were rewritten, but otherwise yeah this is probably the worst season for canon finalists :(

TDPI: Honestly with the direction they took, im... fine, with Sky and Shawn being the finalists. They're relevant characters, they have the more important arcs and outside of Scarlett and Jasmine, some of the most competent characters, enough to get here.

I'll take this as an opportunity to say i haven't landed yet on finalists for my PI rewrite? I know for a fact i want Sammy to be one, but im unsure about the other. All i know is that i don't think it'll be Shawn or Sky.

TD2023 S1: Nothing wrong with Bowie and Priya as finalists i'll be real! Priya might be a bit predictable, but it opened up alot of avenues for different things to be explored within her character (that the show never took rip), and she honestly deserved to get far for this cast's first season. As for Bowie, he's pretty relevant all throughout the season and seeing a more antagonistic character make it to final two is really nice to see! No complaints!

TD2023 S2: ALL OF THE COMPLAINTS! ALL OF THEM! The final 3 kind of sucks this season because every option has at least one gapping flaw in it due to the writing over the season: Wayne is barely a character for half the season and only gets interesting moments before the finale, Caleb has the most dragged out and annoying romance subplot in all of TD (not just because it was boring and artificial but because it dragged down and arguably ruined one of the most interestin characters of it's cast) and Julia's just magically gotten amazing at everything, INCLUDING playing the game because these teenagers just keep! beliving her! and telling her things! for some reason! Urghhh

If i had to rewrite the season entirely i'd have an MK vs Raj final 2. You'd get the antag/vilain rep for a finalist position, and hopefully a more interesting character than Wayne (fuck you Raj's more interesting of the two by default.) Maybe Scary Girl could be a 3rd curveball option. Nichelle or Axel if they were given actual arcs. And characters. Whatever.

Sorry for ending this post on such a sour note! i just really don't like reboot season 2 everytime i think about anything outside of the Finale or Mkulia!

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kairithemang0 · 4 months ago

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the worst part about having a curtwen disney princess au is that they’re both the princess and it ruins it because their roles are constantly changing in my brain

so today Owen’s a princess. Good for him. And Curt’s his knight with an insane ego who he’s absolutely not obsessed with (they’re insane for each other)

#spies are forever #tin can bros #tin can brothers #owen carvour #agent curt mega #curtwen #I love my stupid Disney au it brings me joy #Owen Carvour is just a girl #depending on the day either one of them is fighting a dragon for the other

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dearinglovebot · 5 months ago

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waiter! another serving of native lesbian owen please

#she's like my oc but also not bc shes just owen grady but brown and butch #girl!owen au #lesbian clawen

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mattslolita · 2 months ago

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Bambi crying because her vball coach was yelling at her all day so she goes home and starts crying

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tears brimmed your waterline, small sniffles escaping your lips as you hurriedly tried to dry them from your wide eyes. you were used to your coach's demanding nature, but today was different; she's never yelled at you as much as she did today. everyone knew you were sensitive especially when they raised their voice at you — even your teammates were shocked at the amount of times coach had taken her frustrations out on you.

you didn't want chris to see you crying for the millionth time over nonsense, so you quietly unlocked the door to his shared apartment with his brothers and walked inside quietly.

"oh, hey y/n," matt says, turning around slightly to face you. you had your back turned though, trying to hide the somber expression on your features. "everything alright?"

"mhm!" you accidentally speak loudly, a small hiccup leaving your lips followed by a quiet gasp.

"okay," matt says slowly, turning back around, "chris'll be back soon, he's getting food with nick right now."

"okay," you say quietly, immediately making your way down to chris's room in the basement.

you dropped your volleyball equipment onto the floor, finally releasing the small rack of sobs that previously threatened to spill from your lips — you sprawled onto chris's bed, curling into a ball as you sobbed quietly.

chris could hear you from the outside of his room when he had finally came back, pressing his ear close to the door to make sure he could hear you properly. a frown makes it's way onto his face, as he gently pushes the door to his room open, seeing your figure curled up.

he says nothing at first, just simply walking over to the bed and pulling your body into his. he lets you cry into his chest, running a hand through your braids soothingly. he leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead, wiping at the fat tears that rolled down your cheeks.

after some time, chris noticed you were quiet — you hadn't said anything, just messing with the drawstring on his sweater.

"hi pretty girl," chris whispers to you, tilting your chin up gently, your wet lashes blinking up at him, "y'wanna tell me what's goin' on?"

"coach," you said, squeezing your eyes shut as you shook your head, "she kept yellin' at me today. and only me! i don't know what i did wrong."

chris sighs, shaking his head as his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek. he continues rubbing your back, drawing small circles. "i know she was mean to you angel, but you gotta ignore her, 'kay? i've seen your coach, an' she's a miserable lady. what are all your teammates always sayin' about you? how did you even get into one of the best leagues? that's cause you're an' amazing player, sweetheart. don't let that shit get to ya head, alright?"

you nodded, a small smile on your lips as you looked up at chris. "thank you, baby."

"course, mama," chris coos, leaning down to place a sweet kiss to your lips, "now come an' eat this wingstop i got you."

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throatgoat4u · 15 days ago

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poor!reader head cannons...

personality/traits:

poor!reader who... is unapologetically unique. she dresses the way she wants, often mixing her vintage finds with whatever's affordable.

poor!reader who... is a secret poet. she loves to write poems in the margins of her notebooks, never sharing them to anyone.

poor!reader who... has the biggest soft spot for animals. loves finding, and feeding strays in random alleys.

poor!reader who... loathes injustice. she often stands up for things she deems unfair, and cruel, whether it is at her job, or at school, or in her community

poor!reader who... is an impulsive adventurer. last minute road trips, random late night drives, exploring abandoned buildings. she loves being spontaneous, and living in the moment.

poor!reader who... is constantly lost in her daydreams. she'll zone out while staring out a window, dreaming about traveling all across the world. she'll sometimes catch herself daydreaming of rich popular bully!chris but quickly snaps out of it, scolding herself.

poor!reader who... secretly craves stability. even though she seems carefree, there's a part of her that dreams of a more stable life, but she tends to hide that vulnerability under her spontaneous, care free persona.

poor!reader who... is conflicted about her future. she's uncertain about what path to take after high school. while she dreams big, the reality of her situation often clashes with her ambitions. She may put on a brave face, but there's a constant inner struggle.

poor!reader who... has self deprecating humor. she makes fun of herself, sometimes too much, as a way of deflecting attention or hiding insecurities. people around her laugh, but they don't always realize she’s masking deeper feelings.

poor!reader who... loves helping others, but hates asking for help. she's always the first to help out. whether it's giving advice, being a shoulder to cry on, or to cheer someone up, she's there. but when she needs support, she struggles to ask for it, seeing it as a sign of weakness

poor!reader who... loves astrology. not the zodiac signs, and superstitions. she loves looking at the stars, finding constellations, always knows the moon phase of the day, always has random facts about the stars, and space.

poor!reader who... is independent to a fault. she refuses to rely on others, even when she could really use a hand. this leads to moments of isolation or burnout, but she keeps pushing through, stubborn and, proud.

poor!reader who... finds comfort in silence. she enjoys moments of peace, whether it’s sitting in her room alone with a book, sipping coffee, or taking walks in nature. even though she loves people and has a big personality, she finds a lot of solace in solitude.

poor!reader who... loves to dance in the living room with just a pair of lacy panties, and a t shirt. usually with her sister, but even enjoys it as a solo hobby.

background/interests...

poor!reader who... is ambitious, despite the odds. she dreams big, maybe of going to college or traveling one day, but doesn't always talk about it because it feels too far away or impossible.

poor!reader who... holds on to old memories. she still has a collection of childhood treasures, like polaroids or postcards, from times she was happiest.

poor!reader who... loves classic movies and old hollywood. a fan of old movies like roman holiday or breakfast at tiffany’s that she watches on repeat, fascinated by the glamour and simplicity of those worlds.

poor!reader who... is nostalgic about her childhood. she has a love for anything from her younger years, whether it’s a specific snack or a game she used to play that helps her connect with simpler times.

poor!reader who... has a fixation on the night sky. there's something about staring up at the stars that calms her or sparks her dreams. a quiet moment of reflection under the night sky might be her safe space.

poor!reader who... dreams of travel. she’s never been out of state due to her family's financial situation, but she spends hours looking at maps, reading travel blogs, or learning languages. her dream is to see the world or study abroad.

poor!reader who... is a history buff. she has a surprising knowledge of history or an interest in past decades, even collecting vintage history books or artifacts from different time periods.

poor!reader who... is a diy queen. she’s always fixing, repurposing, or making things on her own, whether it’s creating new outfits from thrifted clothes, refurbishing furniture, or making her own skincare products. she’s a pro at turning little into something special. she also love hand making presents like cards or fun little surprise boxes with pop outs.

poor!reader who... spends a lot of time alone in nature. whether it’s hiking, running through fields, or just sitting on a bench by a lake, nature serves as her grounding force. it gives her the clarity and solitude she craves to think things through.

poor!reader who... collects postcards or souvenirs. she collects things from places she's been or wishes to visit—postcards, subway tokens, little trinkets from her favorite places—that she keeps tucked away in a box, as though they represent her dreams.

habits/quirks...

poor!reader who... laughs when she’s nervous. she has a tendency to laugh awkwardly or nervously in situations where she should be serious or is uncomfortable, which can be a little off-putting to others but is part of her charm.

poor!reader who... talks to her stuffed animals. she has a habit of talking to her teddies when she’s feeling particularly stressed or overwhelmed. it’s a weird comfort that helps her cope with the chaos of her life.

poor!reader who... keeps a notebook of thoughts. she writes down random ideas, thoughts, dreams, or little stories that pop into her head in a notebook she keeps close at all times. it’s her way of organizing the mess inside her mind.

poor!reader who... always looks for small wins. she takes pleasure in tiny victories, whether it’s finishing an entire book in a day, acing a surprise quiz, or even just getting a compliment from a stranger. little successes keep her going.

poor!reader who... fixes things that aren’t broken. whether it’s her clothes, old furniture, or even her relationships, she has a tendency to try and fix things that might not need fixing—just because she feels compelled to make things better, even when it’s unnecessary.

poor!reader who... is messy, yet organized. her room might be cluttered, but there’s a method to the madness. she always knows where everything is.

poor!reader who... is a chronic overthinker. she thinks about everything too much, especially interactions with others, replaying conversations in her head to make sure she said the right thing.

poor!reader who... has a caffeine ritual. not just a coffee addict, she has a very specific ritual for making her coffee, from the beans she uses to the temperature she prefers it at.

poor!reader who... collects things people don’t notice. she picks up random items she finds in the street or at thrift stores (like old postcards, coins, broken jewelry) and gives them a place in her room, even if she doesn’t know their story.

poor!reader who... hates being told what to do. she works better when given freedom, and can be stubborn as hell when it comes to authority.

poor!reader who... chews on the cap of her pen when she's concentrated. no matter what she's doing, if there is a pen in her hand, and she's in the zone, she's chewing on it.

poor!reader who... over-commits to things. she says yes to too many things, whether it's extra shifts at the diner, a school project, or helping a friend out, which leads to exhaustion or stress but also shows how much she cares.

poor!reader who... underestimates her own worth. despite being talented, confident, and intelligent, she often downplays her achievements or deflects compliments. she’s used to feeling like an outsider and doesn't always trust her own worth.

poor!reader who... can’t resist a good bookstore. when she’s feeling down or stressed, she heads straight for the old, local bookstore (even a used one), getting lost in the shelves for hours. it’s her place of comfort and escape.

poor!reader who... loves talking to strangers. she has a habit of chatting with strangers—whether it's the elderly lady who sits next to her on the bus or the person standing in line with her at a coffee shop. she's never met a person she didn't want to talk to.

relationships...

poor!reader who... is romantic but cynical. she has a soft spot for romance, but she's not naive. she's had her heart broken in the past, and she’s hesitant to fall for someone again, but deep down, she longs for love that’s real and messy.

poor!reader who... has an intense rivalry with rich popular bully!chris. since he has a better social standing—and is constantly making it a point to remind her of that—it pushes her to constantly prove herself. their rivalry fuels her competitive streak.

poor!reader who... holds back her feelings. she’s the type who internalizes a lot of her emotions and doesn’t express them outwardly. like when she’s angry or sad, she bottles it up until it eventually explodes.

poor!reader who... has a secret love for someone out of her league. she has a crush on rich popular bully!chris who seems completely out of reach. she admires him from afar or when they're face to face in another one of their arguments. though, she'd be foolish to think that he'd reciprocate her feelings for him... right?

poor!reader who... hates feeling pitied. she often downplays any issue she’s going through because she hates the idea of being pitied. she’d rather keep her struggles to herself than let anyone see her vulnerability.

randoms...

poor!reader who... has an obsession with finding hidden gems. whether it’s in thrift shops, small bookshops, or record stores, she’s always on the hunt for something unique and obscure.

poor!reader who... has a curiosity about the unknown. she’s into conspiracy theories, astrology, or anything else that makes her question the world around her. it’s her form of escape.

poor!reader who... has a hidden spot. there’s a secret spot just outside the city she loves to visit. it's this secluded park with a small body of water, a bridge, and a weeping willow tree. she loves going there to read or just to enjoy nature.

poor!reader who... has an old-fashioned sense of romance. while she loves modern love, she secretly fantasizes about grand romantic gestures like a handwritten letter or a midnight picnic.

poor!reader who... collects strange things. from old tickets to quirky trinkets, she gathers mementos that may seem random, but to her, they represent specific moments in time or personal memories.

poor!reader who... carries around a map of her hopes. she has a map in her room where she draws out places she hopes to visit, goals she wants to achieve, or dreams she’s trying to chase. it’s a literal and figurative map of her future.

a/n: this took me forever my goodness. anyways, i hope you guys liked these head cannons for poor!reader. i'm not entirely sure if they are all head cannons but wtv. let me know if you guys want an sfw and nsfw version!

taglist: @ariastur9z. @nateismybf. @glitterybtch. @sonderrrtr. @mattquette. @starzinasblog. @chrissturnioloslvt. @ferfyna. @impossiblecollectorcat

if anyone else wants to be on the taglist, let me know! this taglist will go for any and all poor!reader x rich popular bully!chris content whether that is a series, oneshots, blurbs, drabbles, instagram posts, or texts. if you are currently on the taglist and would not like to be, let me know i’ll remove you.

rich popular bully!chris head cannons here!

toodles sluts :)

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dame-zoom-a-lot · 2 days ago

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Murray Field Notes Day 4

This is a companion piece to @fkinkindagauche's Mer!AU Merfolk of Lake Michigan). The journals are based on our discord convos about this mer society.

Strap on for weird biology, copious drug references, and awkward old man yaoi

Divider by @/saradika-graphics

Owens was late tonight.

Owens showed up past ten. Kinda sad. Tired. Apparently he had to work a gender reveal ceremony.

Thought he meant a kid got born or something. Someone important. But no. They... pick their gender, the top half. They pick their top half. Basically decide whether or not they want to lactate.

Asked Owens why anyone would want to lactate. He said the reason's hugely personal and complicated. But they make the decision as they're hitting puberty? Seems like a big choice for the kiddies. But what do I know

We got bored by our show (filler episode, ugh, when will they ever go away?) Owen sketched out all the fancy shit the mers wore for the gender reveal ceremony. Said he can bring some for me to look at. They get a lot of gems from shipwrecks, then they tie them together with algae.

Had to stop him from drawing girl nipples. That devolved into a stupid argument that dragged on way too long about what the difference is. Owens wants to know if nipples are allowed if the mer isn't a boy or a girl. How the fuck should I know? I'm not the nipple police.

Man laughed so hard he choked, like Alexei

Glad to make his shit night a little better I guess.

#speculative biology #mer au #stranger things fanfic #murray bauman #sam owens #actually what IS the rule for nonbinary presenting nipples?#gender identity #zooms writes #zooms draws #ok i hate my writing tag give me suggestions #chubby mermaid #i missed the opportunity to make the girl chubby too. Gotta fix that for the next entry.

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angvl3tears · 3 months ago

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☆⋆｡𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍, 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐒𖦹°‧★

❝ am i that girl that you dream of? ❞

⋆｡𝜗ৎ rafe cameron

⋆｡𝜗ৎ jj maybank

⋆｡𝜗ৎ chris sturniolo

⋆｡𝜗ৎ matt sturniolo

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cheyisagirlkisser · 2 months ago

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Please please please more Abby!!! Can you write about firefighter Abby since you did bluecollar already... Like Abby saving readers cat then reader goes to see Abby to give her a special thanks make it smut but with plot

I Need a Hero: Abby Anderson HCS

Content: Firefighter Abby x fem! reader, mentions of comphet/struggles with sexual identity, mentions of reader's cat being saved from a house fire, smut, make-out session, car sex, mult. orgasms, scissoring, fingering, modern AU Abby Anderson, loving, giggly sex instead of just rough and fast we love to see it

Word count: 3.5k

A/N: Thank you for this request it was truly so refreshing to write something with plot. I hope you all enjoy this, and keep in mind that Abby's dialogue is red and reader's is pink!

✧.* Abby didn't have an easy life, but she was always a hard worker. She tried out college, got a general associates degree, but didn't enjoy the work load. She liked hands-on work and helping people, so she ended up with a EMT certificate from her local college.

✧.* Abby went on to become a firefighter and felt like she had a purpose in life with that. The look on people's faces when she was able to help them was always sent warmth throughout her heart. Though she was quite lonely, her mother having left her at a very young age and her father dead, she didn't have anyone to share her life with. She had her friends Mel, Owen, Manny, and Nora; still, there was always a part of her that longed for a comfort with someone special.

✧.* While Abby wasn't closed off from dating, she was never able to find a person who she had passion with. She went through a few relationships, but Abby could never find someone who understood who she was, that she wasn't just some attractive stereotype. Abby wasn't the type to have problems with any exes or undergo the tragic sapphic break-ups Nora warned her about, but she always felt like she wasn't understanding herself. She didn't know what she was looking for in a person. She dated various women, some more butch and others extremely feminine, some either funny or more po-faced, it was all somehow the same to her. She wasn't heartless, of course. She had fallen in love before and understood what attraction was. She just couldn't seem to find the "one true person" though, as cheesy as she knows that sounds.

✧.* Abby struggled with her sexuality and that may have had something to do with it. While she knew that she was attracted to women, she grew up denying it to herself. Seeing a beautiful girl made her heart stop, but she told herself it was simple attraction. Owen, whom she went to high school with, was her first time and that was when she was done lying to herself. She was definitely not for the men. Her first time with a woman was when she was already 20, but it was when she first felt like she had found a piece of herself. Before Jerry passed, she did come out to him, and his acceptance was branded into her head on repeat, playing over and over again every time she doubts who she is.

✧.* Abby lived in an apartment complex, not run-down and enough for her needs. Her place wasn't extremely decorated but she didn't spend much time there, so it didn't matter much. She constantly thought about more than that, though. She imagined living in the suburbs with a woman she could call her wife and be a wife, too. She dreamed of having perhaps a cat or dog with her and spending her nights watching as her wife's hips swayed softly as she hummed instead of eating cheap Chinese takeout. It was all just some dream, not something she ever considered to happen. At least, not anytime soon.

✧.* It was just another normal day for Abby when all hell broke loose. A few miles from her station, a house was on fire. The neighbor, frantic and in a panic on the phone with emergency services, informed the fire department that the woman who lived there had a cat inside of the house that the owner loved dearly. Unfortunately the woman was not home at the time the fire started, but the neighbor was certain that if she came home to a burning house, she wouldn't hesitate to risk her own life to save her kitty's. Abby's heart already squeezed at her chest at the though and she immediately signed herself up for the rescue.

✧.* When the firetruck arrived at your home, she was immediately hit by the smell of smoke flourishing into the sky. She wasted no time informing her coworkers of her next tasks and with the pull of a mask over her face, she hurriedly approached the burning structure. The front door was locked, which made sense seeing as how you lived in the suburbs and you were not home. Nevertheless, she was able to open a window and didn't hesitate to make her way through the living room. The fire was surrounding the hallway in which your heater seemed to have malfunctioned. The smoke was heavy and Abby was starting to panic. There was no cat to be seen and she was starting to lose hope, her tongue making small calling sounds in desperation that maybe, just maybe the cat would hear. She didn't want to give up, her voice heightening in volume, and right before she tried to open the bathroom door she heard a tiny "meow!" from the opposite side of the hallway. The bedroom. The fire hadn't touched it yet, thank god. Abby quickly burst through the door and found a small short-hair tuxedo cat meowing at her feet. She sighed in relief, muttering a little, soft "I've got you, kitty" before quickly scooping the baby into her arms and carrying it out of the home back out of the window.

✧.* When Abby took off her mask, small cat in her arms, she was greeted with the sight of a woman frantically crying to a few of her coworkers, the others working to put out the flames enveloping your home. There you were, heavy tears rolling down your face and the people surrounding her trying their best to assure you that your cat would be rescued. You were so beautiful even with sobs wracking over you, hair lit up in the sun and your expressions nearly bringing her to tears along with you. Abby didn't hesitate to approach you with the fur-ball cradled in her arms, clearing her throat from the slight smoke and seeing your eyes widen at the sight. "Oh my god, Minka!! My baby, is she okay?!" You shouted, your voice not carrying any aggression, though. It was clear that you were experiencing some fragments of an adrenaline rush coming home to said home burning down with your cat inside. Abby carefully handed your cat back to you, trying not to smile at her own thoughts. Minka, huh? That is the sweetest cat name she has never heard. Abby's heart once again squeezed at the sight of your tears slowing, your lips planting soft kisses all over the kitty's head. You were truly shaken, seeming to care more about the cat than the home. "I assure you that Minka is okay, miss. I found her in the bedroom and the fire hadn't traveled there yet. She may need to be brought in for any inhaled smoke, though." You nodded, holding the cat close. "Thank you...thank you so much, you really are a hero," you praised, your voice strained with emotion. Abby smiled, putting a large but gentle hand on your shoulder. "If you need anywhere to go, just let us know, okay?" A soft upturn of your lips left her cheeks slightly pink. She was supposed to be focusing on her job, goddamnit, but here she was floundering slightly over the soft lines of your smile. She wasn't supposed to be feeling this way about you, not when you just lost your home and almost lost your pet. She quickly composed herself as you replied to her, "I'll have to stay with my parents for a while, but thank you."

✧.* Even after the rescue ended, Abby couldn't get you out of her head. You were just so beautiful and sweet. She could tell even from the hour she'd spent by your side making sure the cat was okay and comforting you that you were probably one of the kindest, most caring people she could ever meet. She reprimanded herself for feeling this way about some stranger whose cat she saved. That's her job, afterall; she isn't supposed to find romance out of it. Why was it that she went home to call Nora and rant to her about the situation? It also didn't make sense that days after, you were in her dream with that same cat, your presence filling up her apartment and yours hands rising to cup her face so softly. You had the touch of an angel. When she woke, she was sweaty and breathless. She felt like she was going insane, dreaming of your touch when she hadn't even felt it yet. Jesus, Abby. Get a damn grip or you'll end up driving yourself crazy...

✧.* Two weeks later, Abby was playing cards with a few coworkers, laughing about some inside joke when her boss cleared his throat, catching her attention. In a gruff but not unfriendly voice as he always seemed to have, he told her that she was needed at his office. At first, she was terrified. What is she was being let go? She made okay money from her job, but she wasn't rich by any means. She wouldn't have enough to still afford her apartment.. Abby was now unusually nervous in a way that she didn't experience often. She always considered herself to her strong both physically and emotionally, but this was a tough situation to keep her composure in.

✧.* Abby was greeted with the sight of you sitting a chair placed against the wall, a tentative but sweet smile on your face. Her heart-rate began to speed up even more than it already was. Her boss spoke up behind her, wearing a tender smile. "She says she'd like to thank you," closing the door behind him. You took a deep breath. "I hope this isn't weird that I just..showed up at your job." Abby quickly shook her head, holding her hands out in a friendly gesture. "No, don't worry. Are you doing okay, though?" Her voice was laced with care, making your cheeks heat up. "Yeah. My parents, they're great people. I'm going to be staying with them until I'm able to afford a new place to stay." Abby smiled softly, for some reason the thought of your parents made her heart tender. "That's good to hear." The silence that followed wasn't exactly uncomfortable, and you couldn't help but get to the point. "Look.. I know it's your job and all, but you seriously saved me in a way I can't repay. I wasn't there, but Minka means everything to me." Your words almost brought tears to her eyes for some strange reason. Abby would like to find irritation in the way you made her so emotional at the flashback to your tears and sweet voice thanking her, calling her your hero, but she couldn't. "Well, I appreciate your gratitude. I don't hear that a lot," she admitted, and it was true. Abby had her friends and everyone in the community respected everyone who worked at the fire station, but she rarely heard appreciation like this. She knew that even if this was the last time she'd see you, your appreciation would stick with her. You looked genuinely shocked by that. "Well, I think you deserve so much appreciation. You put yourself at risk like that for my cat, and not everyone really cares for pets, you know?" Abby agreed with that statement, she knew it first-hand. Unfortunately when it came to rescues, pets weren't the priority. Your situation wasn't rare but it wasn't as common as others. "Well, I'm extremely glad I was able to save your cat. I can tell she's a sweet thing. Purred in my arms as I held her," she smiled as she recalled Minka's vibrations as as she was cradled in her arms. You laughed at that, your sweet smile only widening. "That means she likes you.." You trailed off, clearly meaning to say more. "Look...I feel like I owe you." Abby shook her head at that, her voice assuring. "Really, it's just my job to help in situations like that-" You cut her off, looking adamant, "Please? Just.. please, hear me out." She looked at your face, noting the look in your eyes. She slowly nodded. "I was thinking.. maybe I owe you a date?" Your voice, so sweet and friendly, rang in her ears. Date. You wanted a date with her? She didn't think much before she quickly accepted.

✧.* Abby, in her old ford pick-up truck, showed up at your parent's home with a bouquet of flowers. She didn't know what type was your favorite, so she went with white and pink roses. A little boring, but classics. It was a plus that the soft, pink petals reminded her of you.

✧.* When Abby was met with your parents at your front door, she felt like she was living out her old dreams of having a genuine high-school romance. Your folks were kind and thanked her for her rescue, even assuring her that she could come over anytime she'd like. Now, that made Abby a bit emotional. She was also emotional upon seeing the tiny black and white cat curled up on the living room couch, safe and content.

✧.* Abby and you just fit together well; the whole ride to the diner she wanted to bring you to went well. She told you riddles and made you laugh and in exchange, you offered up stories of Minka. You told her all about how she was a stray cat who would meow at your door for food and Abby's cheeks turned red thinking about you not hesitating to adopt a cat who had a hard childhood. She felt grateful that the sun was nowhere in the sky, only the moon and many stars so you couldn't see how flustered the thought made her.

✧.* Abby and you laughed away at dinner about countless memories the two of you could think of. Abby told you all about her friend-group and her own gay awakening. You only smiled and confessed that yours was a girl on the school soccer team at 13. Abby told you all about what happened with her parents, what her dreams were, even some of her fears. She didn't know why she felt the need to tell you all of this, but you only looked at her with sympathy and understanding, and you seemed to open up to her, too. For once, she felt understood.

✧.* After the two of you finished eating, you insisted that you pay since you somehow still owe her being her hero and now, apparently you owed her for the beautiful flowers, which you claimed were your favorite. Abby insisted that you needed to save your money after the incident and assured you that your time was payment enough. That made your heart jump out of your chest; how was she so intimidatingly-looking but the sweetest girl you'd ever met? You were in awe.

✧.* On the way home, you noticed an abandoned parking lot beside the highway, probably from an old gas station or restaurant and asked Abby to stop so that you could show her the constellations. She happily agreed, turning into the parking lot and putting her manual into park. She watched as you excitedly stepped out of her truck and laughed, quickly joining you to stand beside you.

✧.* Abby's face once again turned red and her palms grew sweaty when you interlocked your fingers with hers, gazing over to smile at her in the moonlight. Then, you ranted about the stars. You told her all about Orion, your favorite constellation. Abby was mesmerized by the way your found grew in pitch and how your words came out faster than usual when you got excited about something. Fuck, maybe you were already growing on her. She hoped you would like a second date after this. She'd spend all her money from her job on dates like these just to feel the intense pull you had surrounding you. She found herself hanging off of your every word, even though she was just some firefighter who knew nothing about astronomy.

✧.* When you finished your rant about the Big Dipper, she couldn't help herself. She spoke up, voice low and somewhat shy, "Hey.." You smiled and turned to face her, slightly caught off guard by her sudden words. "What's up?" She sighed. She needed to take this chance, you were like the girl of her dreams standing in front of her, ranting about something so cool. "Can I kiss you?" Butterflies hit your stomach, and you didn't hesitate to nod. Abby gently cupped your face and took her time to lean in. When her lips met yours, she swore the stars in the sky all increased in their luminosity.

✧.* Your lips were so soft and tasted like skittles, she thought it was the sweetest thing. Abby took her time to kiss you, not rushing the embrace but instead allowing herself to appreciate being able to kiss you like the two of you were the only people in the world. When she softly pulled away, breathless without even really kissing you that long, you pulled her in once more by the back of the neck and she eagerly parted her lips for you. The next kiss was more heated and passionate, leaving you pressed up against the side of her truck. Your tongue found hers and she moaned at the feeling. She didn't stop herself from taking your bottom lip into her mouth and giving it a soft suck. When you had to pull away for air this time, breathless and your face hot, Abby trailed her wet lips down your the column of your throat, her voice low and heated, "backseats?" And just like that, you were pulling at the truck's backdoor with a cheeky giggle.

✧.* The heated but passionate make-out session fogged up the windows but only turned into more. Soon, you were both naked in her backseat with your cunts making a noticeably loud squelching sound every time they met. It was the most emotional fuck of Abby's life. You couldn't stop leaving kisses all over her skin wherever you could reach, and she knew she could be guiding your hips to make the sensations even better, but all she really wanted to do was hold your hands and tell you how lucky she felt to have you like this, how beautiful you were. The truck was humid and cramped, and since it was the first time the awkward giggles and shaky hands were present, but Abby loved every single second of it. She was pretty sure her truck was moving along with them, but she couldn't care. She was only able to feel how your warm cunt ground against hers at the perfect angle to lavish sensations onto her clits, making her head spin with the need to have you as hers for as long as possible and her, yours.

✧.* The sex was desperate and made her lose her mind with the need to cum, but still slow. Tribbing itself is a lot of work but so very intimate that it can last longer if she needs it to, and she needed it to. She didn't want to stop feeling you like this. She never thought of herself as a vulgar person, but the feeling of your pussy, the way your breath hitched and you even let out soft moans of pleasure when your clit felt their actions only made her want you in the most intense ways.

✧.* The orgasm was the best one she had ever received. You were both moaning together and sweaty, waves of pleasured sharing you. She swore she felt a string connecting the both of you, not only your connected pussies but also your hearts. It wasn't like one singular snap between her legs, but an ongoing slaught of euphoria that she didn't think would ever end. Abby didn't want it to. She wished she could stay in that truck with you forever, just feeling your lips plastered over her skin and your hips meeting hers.

✧.* You didn't mind another round, and Abby happily spent the rest of the hour with her finger buried deep inside you and yours in her own cunt, gifting each other yet another beautiful orgasm. It wasn't exactly the same, your own curling of fingers onto her spongey walls at various paces and times while her own pace grew along with your moans, but it somehow caused the next peak to end up even more special as the first.

✧.* When it was over, it was 9 and Abby still had time to kill. She held you in her arms, legs tangled up together and for just a while, she forgot everything else but what just happened with you. She held you tightly to her and when you both came down from the after-math, you shared little laughs and Abby's voice came through so sweetly and somehow shy, even after all that happened. "Would you wanna do this again?" You laughed and kissed her cheek. "I dunno if I can handle another round, but I wish." She giggled, so sweetly and loving, "I meant another date, dumbass." At that, you sighed and squeezed her. "Oh, well that makes more sense. Yeah, I'd like another date."

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